NOVEL NEXT Chapter 215: I've Worn Myself Out for This Family
Today, the wind carried a slight chill.
Chen Xia put on some extra layers of clothing. He often sat by the door, observing the people and events in the realm.
The place where they lived was on the outskirts of the realm, belonging to the lower tier. A vast chasm separated it from the middle part, clearly demarcating the different levels of cultivators.
In the lower tier, most cultivators were at the Mountain - Moving Realm or below. Some had fled here from other star fields, while others were native to this realm.
Moreover, the realm had a distinct characteristic –a great variety of species.
There were even some taboo species from the Great Myriad Heavens. For example, there were soul - devouring demons that loved to suck the divine souls and blood of cultivators, and the undead spirits from the star fields could freely walk on the roads without anyone interfering.
The rules of the realm were even more overbearing than those outside. There seemed to be no reasonable regulations at all.
Although strength was also the ultimate measure outside the realm, if someone did something outrageous, they would still be criticized and talked about.
But not in this realm.
In the realm, as long as you were powerful enough, even if you took off your father's underwear and used it to make a slingshot to shoot at your own window paper, no one would say anything.
They would even praise you for being full of creativity and having an unrestrained mind.
In addition, the realm also judged status based on race.
Just take the dragon race as an example. There were countless branches in the realm. The lower - grade ones were ordinary water dragons. They could only find a small river or pond to cultivate. Most of them only reached the Great Ascension Stage in cultivation. In the lower tier of the realm, this was considered decent.
There were a great many types of dragons in the middle tier, such as the dragons belonging to the Five Elements, as well as branches related to thunder and light. There were even rare species like the Golden Toad Dragon.
Among the upper - class races, the number of dragon species decreased. The most famous ones were the True Dragon species and the Earth Dragon species. It wasn't because these races were extremely powerful, but rather because there were more dragons of these races.
At the top of the dragon race hierarchy was the Heavenly Dragon species. Even higher up were the Starry Sky Dragons and the Cosmic Great Dragons, which could be considered part of the Dragon Ancestor lineage.
However, these types of dragon races were extremely rare. They were seldom seen even in the Great Myriad Heavens. Their cultivation bases were at least at the Quasi - Saint level.
There were no such top - tier dragon races in this realm.
The supreme existences in the realm were the Lords of the Twelve Forbidden Zones, distributed in the twelve directions of the realm.
The entire structure of the realm was like a towering pagoda. Around it were the Lords of the Forbidden Zones. In the upper tier were powerful ethnic groups with cultivators at the Heaven - Mending Realm or Quasi - Saint Realm sitting in charge.
The middle tier was under the control of cultivators at the Sea - Overturning Realm and a small number of those at the Heaven - Mending Realm.
The lower tier was filled with Mountain - Moving Realm cultivators, a motley crew with various cultivation levels. There were even those at the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Stages.
"Useless trash at the early - Foundation Establishment Stage!"
The hierarchy was indeed strict.
There was always a lot of commotion in the realm. If the Celestial Sword Sea had a fight every now and then, then in the realm, there were three fights a day.
And these were real life - and - death battles, with no sign of holding back. No matter who you were, they would try to kill you first.
If one had to describe it, the realm was like a mental asylum. The people in it were not quite normal, each with their own quirks.
Take Chen Xia for example.
He loved to go out and watch others fight. Leaning on a self - made walking stick, he would limp his way to the Broken City not far away to watch the battles.
The Broken City was a large ancient city that had been left over. Now it had become a place for lower - tier cultivators to interact, mostly for brawls and fights.
Chen Xia would sit on the broken city wall. Not only would he watch, but he would also give his comments, muttering to himself.
"Not fierce enough. Only four stars."
This had become his way of passing the time during his leisure hours, until the big yellow dog came to call him home for dinner.
The supplements were all made by the big yellow dog. It used expensive materials and combined with its honed cooking skills. They tasted quite good, though whether they were actually nourishing was another matter.
Anyway, Chen Xia's lame leg still hadn't recovered. The price of using the Past and Future Technique had sealed this leg of his. The spiritual energy and blood circulation in the whole leg were blocked. He had to lean on a walking stick and drag his leg to walk properly.
However, there were signs of his injury improving. It was estimated that he would fully recover after a few more years of rest.
Most of the cultivators around the Broken City had come to know him. Mainly because Chen Xia came every day, limping along with a walking stick. Even though he was disabled, he still came to watch.
One could only say that he was really addicted.
Adding to this, the big yellow dog came to call him home every day, which made them even more memorable.
This man and the dog had become a sight on the Broken City.
Every day, Chen Xia would limp to the Broken City punctually, carrying a teapot. He would sit in his usual spot, looking like an old man watching a show.
The big yellow dog would come to call Chen Xia for dinner on time every afternoon, shouting from afar.
According to the nature of the cultivators in the realm, if someone dared to shout and watch so arrogantly, they would have gone up and slapped that person long ago.
But the reason they hadn't done so was neither because they saw through Chen Xia's true strength nor because they loved animals.
It was because of Zhang Daoming.
Zhang Daoming was a spiritual pharmacist of the Starry Sky Elixir Gate. Although his status in the Starry Sky Elixir Gate was not high, he was a top - notch cultivator in the entire lower tier of the realm. His cultivation base at the Mountain - Moving Realm was higher than that of a large number of cultivators.
So, if these people wanted to do something to Chen Xia and the big yellow dog, they had to consider Zhang Daoming, a Mountain - Moving Realm spiritual pharmacist standing behind them.
Moreover, in their eyes, Chen Xia was just a disabled lame man, and the big yellow dog was an inferior half - orc. Beating them wasn't something to be proud of or brag about.
As time passed, Chen Xia became a familiar face on the Broken City. Mainly because of his lame gait and the way he held the teacup. It was really memorable, and people could remember him for days after just one glance.
The reason Chen Xia often came was simple. He liked the style on the Broken City where people would slap each other at the slightest disagreement.
Coupled with the one - on - one battles and the unrestrained cursing, it truly brought out the so - called "harmonious coexistence"among cultivators to the extreme.
"Lively"was the perfect word to describe it.
Especially when the evening glow shone on the Broken City, accompanied by some mottled bloodstains, it gave a sense of the passage of time, evoking a deep feeling.
With the colorful and strange creatures on the Broken City, Chen Xia couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of creation.
But today's evening was different.
Chen Xia didn't hear the big yellow dog's call. He slightly shook his head, feeling a bit puzzled. He hung the empty teacup on his waist, leaned on his walking stick, and limped home.
As soon as he opened the door, he heard sobbing.
He looked over in confusion and saw the big yellow dog sitting at the door, crying softly. Frowning, he asked curiously,
"What's wrong?"
The big yellow dog wagged its head, looking aggrieved. "Just because I boiled the herbs, Old Zhang kicked me twice on the butt. My fur was even kicked off, and he said I was always doing bad things."
Chen Xia nodded. He thought Zhang Daoming was right.
The big yellow dog sobbed even louder, extremely aggrieved.
"I get up early and stay up late every day. I've really worried myself sick for this family. Is it easy for me?"
"It's really not easy,"Chen Xia nodded. Leaning on his walking stick, he patted the dog's head and added,
"But not every effort will bring a good result."
"But... but I just want you two to live better,"the big yellow dog cried, trying to defend itself.
"That's what a love - sick dog thinks too,"Chen Xia commented.
Tonight.
The big yellow dog couldn't sleep all night. After thinking hard for a long time, it came to only one conclusion.
"I must not have done well enough!"