Emotionless Invincible Machine

　　Qiu Li now had two options.　　One was to leave directly.　　The other was to get beaten up and then leave.　　It wasn't a difficult choice.　　Indeed, the fight between potential Great Emperors could bring quite a lot of benefits to both sides, but this was under the condition that the strength gap between the two sides wasn't too large.　　In a situation like this where it was a one-sided beating, there was no benefit at all.　　It was just taking a beating.　　Qiu Li, as a potential Great Emperor, had pride, but he definitely wasn't stupid. Immediately, he patted his clothes, grinned, didn't look at Chen Xia, and shouted towards Di Du's back.　　"You forgot something!"　　He didn't say what it was, and Di Du didn't turn around either. He just kept walking forward.　　Qiu Li frowned and muttered in a low voice, "How forgetful."　　Then he didn't say anything more and quickly chased after Di Du. The two potential Great Emperors walked side by side, seemingly muttering something softly.　　The Immortal Gate that had spanned between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared.　　Chen Xia stood on the ground, with a calm expression and his arms crossed. He just felt that it was rather boring.　　He had just been about to fight seriously, but these two had run away.　　The minor elders were watching from the side. Although they had guessed that Chen Xia would win, they didn't expect such an anticlimactic ending.　　What was the deal with just scaring them away?　　The minor elders shook their heads slightly. Actually, it couldn't be blamed on Di Du and Qiu Li. If they were in Di Du's place, they might have surrendered as soon as the fight started.　　Taking a beating wasn't worth it, and taking a beating without being able to fight back was even less worth it.　　Moreover, the power that Chen Xia showed was truly overwhelming. He was no longer in the category of preparatory disciples. He was even stronger than formal disciples.　　To put it accurately, he had the combat power of an elder.　　Now that they thought about it, it was just that Chen Xia wasn't old enough. He should be less than two thousand years old. Otherwise, with such terrifying combat power, he might really be able to get an elder's seat in the Heavenly Sword Sea!　　When the minor elders thought of this, they felt even more bitter and had mixed feelings in their hearts.　　They had cultivated painstakingly for thousands of years, spending most of their lives, and only reached the Mountain-Moving Realm. They were overjoyed to get the title of minor elder after risking their lives.　　However, Chen Xia was so young yet already had the combat power of a formal elder. They couldn't even imagine his future prospects.　　If they knew the news that Chen Xia had an infinite lifespan, they would be even more depressed.　　They couldn't beat him in a fight, and they couldn't outlive him either.　　The fight among the three potential Great Emperors of the previous batch ended like this. Although it was called a fight, it was more like a farce.　　However, it could also be called one-on-one combat because it was indeed Chen Xia fighting against a pair of them.　　After this incident, in the following half a year, no disciple dared to come to the preparatory disciple area to challenge Chen Xia again.　　The minor elders directly asserted that except for the few monsters among the top five formal disciples, other disciples who came to fight Chen Xia were just coming to offer their heads.　　The strength of formal elders might be similar to Chen Xia's, and there was a chance to win against him.　　But even if they won, it wouldn't sound good when it was said out loud.　　A formal elder defeating a preparatory disciple? It would be embarrassing to say it out.　　Even if the formal elder won, people's evaluation wouldn't be that this formal elder was so powerful, but rather that this formal elder was shameless.　　Moreover, there was another possibility, that is, the formal elder couldn't beat Chen Xia either.　　Then that would be really embarrassing. If a formal elder couldn't even beat a preparatory disciple, what was the point of being a formal elder? They might as well go home and raise pigs.　　If this got out, they would be laughed at by the whole star region.　　So now, fighting Chen Xia would bring no benefits if they won, and if they lost, they would have to go home and raise pigs.　　Only a formal elder with a screw loose would come to fight Chen Xia. Wouldn't it be better to just sit安稳in their own positions?　　Therefore, if one wanted to defeat Chen Xia while still maintaining a good reputation, it really had to be the top five formal disciples who took action.　　But this was also difficult. The top five formal disciples were all in the critical period of seclusion. They hadn't left seclusion for hundreds of years, and they were preparing to compete for the ranking of elders.　　Everyone wanted to be the most powerful elder and was unwilling to be inferior to others.　　The current situation was that those who could beat Chen Xia didn't want to fight, and those who couldn't beat Chen Xia didn't dare to fight.　　He had really become the local tyrant in the preparatory disciple area!　　Every day, he just lay half-lying in the cave, thinking about his spells in his mind, constantly trying to optimize them, and occasionally went out for a walk.　　Chen Xia discovered one thing. The stronger he became, the more idle he was. He wasn't in a hurry about time, and cultivation couldn't be rushed either.　　He entered a state of being indifferent to time. In the preparatory disciple area, he went for walks the most often.　　If he were described as a loafer, it might be quite appropriate.　　However, when Chen Xia was idle, he wasn't doing nothing. He would read books on pills, artifact forging, formations, and so on. Although he might just be reading out of curiosity, it could also be considered as learning knowledge.　　Life always seemed like a cycle, passing day by day in a dull and boring way.　　Every day was very similar.　　But none of them could return to the past.　　Sometimes when Chen Xia sat in the empty cave, he would start to miss the old days.　　Actually, what he missed the most was the time in Wei Xi Town. There were many people and it was lively. He was just an insignificant patrolman among them.　　The position of a patrolman was quite interesting. Being an insignificant patrolman was even more interesting.　　He could get benefits without having to do much.　　It was similar to what he was doing in the Heavenly Sword Sea, which was mainly about collecting protection fees.　　It was a pity that those similar days could no longer return to the past.　　Later, the days when he hung out with the big yellow dog and Chi Yu were also quite good.　　The three of them, who were not good at playing chess, often played a game of chess, but couldn't make any progress in half a day. It was just a case of being evenly matched.　　Occasionally, there would be some disputes, mainly because the big yellow dog wanted to trick Chi Yu, but it was okay. It was just minor squabbles.　　But now those days were gone too.　　Perhaps the three of them were on the same path for a certain period of time, but everyone would eventually have their own path.　　If the divergence of the paths became larger, then as they walked, it would be difficult to meet again.　　Chen Xia didn't want that when they met in the future, they could only smile politely at each other but couldn't say a word.　　This was a very sad thing.　　Today, Chen Xia walked out of the cave in the afternoon. His steps were slow, and he always kept his head down, looking at the ground.　　When disciples around greeted him, he just ignored them, lost in his own thoughts.　　When the sun was right in front of him, casting its afterglow, Chen Xia slowly raised his head, stood right in the middle of the setting sun, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, with a golden hue like twilight under the setting sun.　　"Life..."　　He elongated his tone and sighed.　　Everything in the world was driven by time.　　But time had no emotions, while everything else did.　　And Chen Xia, who was immortal, could actually be regarded as a branch of time.　　After millions of years, how much emotion would he still have left?　　Chen Xia himself couldn't answer this question. He turned around and walked away against the setting sun. The bright moon had just risen at this moment and was hanging on his back.　　After millions of years, he should have become invincible. But how much human emotion he would still have, that was really unknown.　　What was this?　　Was he an emotionless invincible machine?