Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Soon, he alighted on the familiar lakeshore of South Lake.

Bu Chan was busy in the spirit field. Seeing Wang Ba’s return, she hurriedly came out and asked anxiously:

“Brother, what did Mr. Bai say?”

Wang Ba smiled, but did not reveal the specific situation to avoid causing her undue worry:

“Not bad, you may not have to go to the frontline.”

However, Bu Chan was not as pleased as he expected. Instead, she instantly sensed the underlying issue:

“I don’t have to go… but what about you, Brother?”

Wang Ba slowly shook his head, looked around, and Bu Chan noticed something. She quickly followed him into the chicken farm.

She spread out her Spiritual Sense to prevent others from prying.

“The quota for Foundation Establishment Competitors to go to the frontline is set by the Sect Hierarch himself. No one can change it, so I must go. But you don’t have to worry too much. You can continue gathering and cultivating Fragrance Bees at the base.” He finally admitted with a resigned expression as they entered the chicken farm.

Hearing this, Bu Chan was still worried. She did not succumb to helpless, anxious and worrying emotions like ordinary women. Instead, she nodded quickly:

“I understand. However, this place is not very fit for planting these spirit flowers. I have to think of a way to increase the yield.”

“Hmm, you can handle these. If you lack anything, just let me know.”

Wang Ba said instantly.

Out of worry, he left Bu Chan with a set of Class I top-grade Magic Tools that she could currently use, some Class II Talismans that didn’t require much from the users, and some Spirit Plant seeds, miscellaneous books about Spirit Plant Master, Spirit Stones, etc., which Wang Ba got from several Ghost Markets.

The reason that he didn’t give her Class II Magic Tools was that such tools were a heavy Mana burden to Cultivators at the Qi Refining stage. It was okay for a short-term use, but for a long duration, the user might collapse first.

Bu Chan did not show any pretense of refusal. She accepted these items and returned to her busy work in the spirit field without wasting a tick.

Seeing this, Wang Ba also returned to the wooden house.

He couldn’t help but recall the thrilling encounter he just had in Qiandong Palace.

Lu Yuansheng harbored strong malice towards him.

He knew this long ago.

But he had been breeding Spirit Chickens for him these years and thought that Lu Yuansheng had been generous enough to forget about it.

Being a true Golden Core cultivator, Lu Yuansheng was expected to have a broad vision. He had no need to ignore his own status to embarrass a low-rank Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Yet to his surprise, when he just lost the preferential treatment, Lu Yuansheng seized the opportunity instantly, eager to doom him.

Lu Yuansheng didn’t show the slightest restraint or grace of a cultivator at the stage of Golden Core.

His thoughts were unpredictable and fickle, like a sinister, venomous snake, instilling great fear in Wang Ba.

If it weren’t for this accidental encounter, Wang Ba would never want to get close to Lu Yuansheng no matter what.

Fortunately, despite his unpredictability, Lu Yuansheng remained a cultivator.

Being a cultivator, Lu Yuansheng found it hard to restrain his desire for cultivation resources.

Wang Ba offered a Class II top grade Spirit Chicken as a proof of his talent for breeding Spirit Chickens.

And he used a Class III Spirit Chicken as bait.

It appeared that even Lu Yuansheng couldn’t resist such a temptation.

With the resources of the Cultivation World becoming scarcer by the day, Class III Spirit Beasts often fetched high prices yet still scarce in the market.

Of course, he wouldn’t have had such an opportunity without his unabashed flattery and seemingly dangerous self-injury that aroused Lu Yuansheng’s curiosity.

His experiences in East Saint Sect and Tianmen Cult had indeed given him more adaptability.

However, this kind of thing could only be done once, but not twice.

Wang Ba didn’t want to experience the same feeling of powerlessness again.

“Nine years? Huh!”

He didn’t want to stay here for even a moment.

And he couldn’t possibly wait here for another nine years.

The breeding efficiency of Jia 15 had greatly increased, and with it, the likelihood of him successfully breeding a Class III Spirit Chicken in the near future.

As soon as he bred a Class III Spirit Chicken, he could contact Tang Ji from the Linglong Ghost Market.

He hadn’t forgotten that Tang Ji had promised him, through the stylish old man on the second floor of the Ghost Market, once he successfully bred a Class III Spirit Beast, he could qualify for entrance to the third floor of the Ghost Market.

Thereby, he could obtain the protection of Linglong Ghost Market.

Having resolved the issue of the Spirit Sending Sign, even if Tianmen Cult held sway over five countries, they might not be able to locate him!

After that, he could then plan his next move more calmly, whether it was going to the Great Yan in the north or the Great Jin in the west.

With this in mind, Wang Ba took a deep breath.

He cleared his mind of all the miscellaneous thoughts related to Lu Yuansheng that had popped up.

Then he took out the Fragrance Bee wax, which Bu Chan had spent a long time gathering, from the Storage Bag.

He began to attempt crafting the God-trusting Torch.

The God-trusting Torch was a treasure used by an obscure Sect to ensure the safety of its disciples.

When each disciple was inducted into the Sect, they had to set a small piece of their Soul to light the God-trusting Torch.

It was essentially no different from a Spirit Sending Sign.

The only difference was that normal Sects would not use this as leverage, unlike Tianmen Cult.

Perhaps this was because the higher-ups in Tianmen Cult knew that the cohesion among disciples of the Demon Dao sect was poor and their composition was complex, so they had to adopt this brainless method.

The God-trusting Torch used the beeswax of Fragrance Bee as the candle body, and ‘Ghost Salticidae’ spider silk as the wick.

It was lit by Soul, and could therefore burn for a long time.

Depending on the quality of the beeswax, the burning time could last from over a decade to a hundred years.

Unless the owner of the Soul perished and the Soul dissipated, it would keep burning..