Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

“Breaking a part of it?”

Upon hearing this, Wang Ba seemed a bit puzzled.

“Selling one or two items, even if discovered, can at most be considered as pushing the boundaries, but if there are more, they would clearly be breaking the rules. Once discovered, I would shake off my peace.”

Shang Li frankly stated:

“So, those spirit materials you mentioned, I can only buy two for you at most. If you aren’t willing, let’s pretend we never had this conversation. If you accept, we can continue.”

“I can only buy two?”

Wang Ba hesitated a little.

Ten thousand middle-grade spirit stones can indeed be considered a fortune.

Even a typical Golden Core cultivator might not be able to come up with so much at once.

Spending ten thousand middle-grade spirit stones to only get two spirit materials in return, indeed comes at a high cost.

But on the other hand, to him at present, no matter how many spirit stones he has, it doesn’t bear much significance.

The reason is simple. Many things he needs are not sold to him, and he has nowhere to buy them.

After only a brief hesitation, Wang Ba made his decision.

“I’m certainly willing.”

Upon hearing his decision, Shang Li immediately showed joy and appreciation.

One hundred upper-grade spirit stones. For merely acting as a middleman, even if he usually follows the rules, the benefit is enticing.

Moreover, only two items are involved, thus the risk is very low.

He had no reason to refuse.

“However, this time it can’t be helped. You’ll have to wait until the next Ghost Market opens. You can also tell me what you need.”

Once the trading relationship was established, Shang Li became even friendlier.

Wang Ba couldn’t help admiring the charm of spirit stones in his mind.

He quickly chose two spirit materials that are extremely rare in the outside world and voluntarily took out five thousand middle-grade spirit stones as a deposit.

“By the way, Master Tang… Tang Ji will be back soon. He asked me to mention to you when I see you to remember to come when the Ghost Market opens.”

Before Wang Ba left, Shang Li seemed to remember something and reminded him.

Hearing Tang Ji’s name, Wang Ba stalled for a moment and soon asked curiously:

“Where did Tang go for the deal?”

He had asked before, but Shang Li always dodged the question.

This time, Shang Li didn’t keep it from him, probably because he felt there wasn’t a need to.

“Chen State, a small country to the north, separated from Yan State by the Song State …”

“Chen State?”

Hearing this familiar place, Wang Ba couldn’t help but freeze for a moment.

“What… What is he doing there?”

“I’m not sure about that.”

Shang Li replied vaguely.

Wang Ba realised he wouldn’t get additional information, even though he was a bit curious. He composed himself accordingly.

He bid farewell to Shang Li.

After meeting with the Tool Refiner surnamed Li, they traveled for two days and a night, making use of several teleportation arrays, and finally arrived at Baiyun Prairie.

“Shen, I’m going to meet a friend first, I’ll find you later.”

The Tool Refiner Litte Li, bid farewell with a raise of his hand.

Wang Ba, anxious about Bu Chan’s condition, politely excused himself. After leaving each other their sound transmission talisman and their locations, they each went their separate ways.

But he didn’t return conspicuously. Instead, he decided to use a teleportation talisman less than two hundred miles away from the rogue cultivator’s gathering place, returning to the courtyard that still held a faint fragrance.

Perhaps because the woman who inhabited the house hadn’t been present for a long time, the fragrance seemed fainter.

Wang Ba immediately went to the cultivation room where Bu Chan was in seclusion. Detecting a continued rising trend in the aura, he sighed in relief.

After sensing the aura for a while, Wang Ba directly decided to stay at the entrance of the cultivation room.

Five days later.

In the cultivation room, accompanied by a sudden surge of spiritual energy all around, a light hum was heard.

Soon after.

The room’s door was opened from the inside.

‘Boli——’

A milky-yellow shadow had already flown out from inside, landing on Wang Ba’s shoulder.

Wang Ba couldn’t help but look not too far away.

In front of the door.

A woman with a high bun, dressed in a red long skirt and draped in a purple gauze, was looking back at him.

Her eyes were filled with a mix of elation and yearning.

“Senior brother.”

“Junior sister, congratulations on your Foundation Establishment.”

The two exchanged smiles.