Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

He turned around instantly, and on seeing the dumbfounded look on Wang Ba’s face, he put on a warm smile and said softly:

“Hehe, don’t be afraid. This fellow secretly revealed our Sect’s secrets to the remnants of the East Saint Sect, causing us to suffer heavy losses. He thought I didn’t know, so I had no choice but to personally kill him.”

“But you haven’t done anything to betray our Tianmen Cult, right? So rest assured.”

The tone was incongruously reassuring, although it was hard to tell whether he deliberately or inadvertently stressed the words ‘rest assured’.

Wang Ba had been dumbstruck since Lu Yuansheng suddenly lashed out and killed someone earlier.

Gazing at the completely unrecognizable, bloodied skull of Cheng Shu, he felt his mouth dry and a chill run down his spine.

As for this Lu Yuansheng, he couldn’t glean the man’s true intentions at all. His thoughts and actions were fundamentally different from normal people.

They had just been talking, then suddenly he flew into a violent rage and killed someone, and in such a humiliating way, literally pounding a Foundation Establishment Competitor to death!

The reasons seemed logical.

But the timing and manner of his action imbued everything with a sense of eeriness.

This unpredictable, emotionally volatile character was precisely the type Wang Ba loathed to deal with.

But he had no choice, he had met one.

And after killing Cheng Shu, Lu Yuansheng cheerfully returned to his stone seat.

He waved his hand, bringing a stone bench up behind Wang Ba.

“Sit. Would you like some spirit fruit from the Golden Rainbow Lands?”

Lu Yuansheng said, pushing a fruit plate towards Wang Ba.

Wang Ba felt extremely torn.

Take the fruit, and Lu Yuansheng might kill him instantly for disrespecting the hierarchy.

But if he didn’t take it, Lu Yuansheng might kill him for disobedience.

A fleeting idea struck him, and with a clench of his teeth, Wang Ba reached out and said:

“I’m just a dullard begging for the Elder’s clear instruction! I will do whatever you instruct without question!”

Lu Yuansheng proceeded to pick up a spirit fruit, took a slight bite, and juice overflowed.

However, he spat it out immediately.

His handsome face was filled with disgust.

He didn’t look at Wang Ba, but instead at the fruit in his hand, as if it held the mysteries of nature.

“I once asked you to breed a Class III Spirit Chicken within nine years, but things have changed. I want it in half a year now.”

“So, the question is, can you breed a Class III Spirit Chicken within half a year?” Lu Yuansheng asked gloomily.

Hearing this, Wang Ba heaved a sigh of relief.

Just as I suspected!

I made the correct call!

This Lu Yuansheng is probably staging this whole spectacle to intimidate me into trying my best to breed the Spirit Chicken.

Once Wang Ba fathomed Lu Yuansheng’s motive, he understood everything immediately.

Likely, all the posturing was for this very moment.

Thoughts swirled around Wang Ba’s head, but on his face he donned an expression of hesitation, and then he bit his lip and said:

“There’s a chance I could breed a Class III Spirit Chicken in half a year, but it’s small. If you could extend the deadline to two years, and provide me with what I need, I’ll have a 90% success rate!”

“One year at most. I’ll do everything I can to obtain the resources you require!”

Lu Yuansheng’s gaze finally shifted from the spirit fruit to Wang Ba. Seeing the domineering look in Lu Yuansheng’s eyes, and his overwhelming urgency for a Class III Spirit Chicken, Wang Ba said decisively:

“One year… Alright then! I must make one thing clear, I need certain items for this task. You must not pry, and you must fulfill my requirements!”

“Otherwise, even if you kill me now, I won’t have anything to say about it!” Wang Ba said through the gritted teeth.

At Wang Ba’s words, Lu Yuansheng narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light wept from the slits.

But to Wang Ba’s relief, in the end, Lu Yuansheng nodded his head.

“Business as usual. What do you need then?”

“A Gold Fire Dual Method or a Cultivation Method which includes all Five Elements would both be acceptable, and it needs to have a very fast cultivation speed primacy. All the other considerations can be secondary.”

“A Gold Fire Dual Method?”

Lu Yuansheng stared at Wang Ba, a flicker of menacing light in his eyes. “How does a Cultivation Method relate to breeding Spirit Chickens?”

Wang Ba replied, his gaze briefly flitted to Cheng Shu, who by now was undeniably dead, and he felt a surge of confidence:

“Didn’t the Elder promise not to question me?”

“Even if I tell you, it won’t matter. If a Class II Spirit Chicken is to ascend to Class III, it’s necessary to meticulously investigate which Style its bloodline leans towards. Further, it needs different spirit materials or Spiritual Medicine for different cases… The Gold Fire Attribute Technique is to help me better sense and guide the Spirit Chicken’s bloodline…”

Wang Ba fabricated a whole lot of details.

He wasn’t afraid anyone would reveal his lies.

After all, Cheng Shu had been killed by Lu Yuansheng; besides Cheng Shu, Wang Ba didn’t fear anyone in the Tianmen Cult.

At this point, he was the ultimate authority in the breeding of Spirit Chickens in the Tianmen Cult.

Listening to all of this, Lu Yuansheng felt his head become muddled.

He was an absolute genius when it came to combat, the Dao of Cultivation, and even scheming and calculating.

But he had no talent for the Hundred Arts of cultivators.