Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

“Elder… save me…”

Zhuang Yi’s face instantly hardened.

A similar black flame was slowly rising from Wang Tang’s body…

…

Wang Ba, who had just left the Linglong Ghost Market, couldn’t help but glance towards a certain location in the north.

That direction was where Zhao Feng was consolidating his realm after his retreat.

It was very close to Canglan City and not too far from the boundaries of Zhenling Palace.

The area didn’t have many formidable figures, even Foundation Establishment cultivators were quite rare.

Zhao Feng’s choice of location was indeed wise.

Thinking about the soon-to-be allied Zhao Feng was strengthening his resolve, Wang Ba became more eager.

However, what made him even happier was undoubtedly the rewards from this trip.

“Shang Li surely kept his promise. The Jidu Ganoderma and Gold Feather Grass are now mine!”

“Together with the Emerald Feather Bone and Class III spirit beast’s Inner Core that Master Kang gave me, and the substitution of Thunderfire Rain with Class II spirit materials, all I need is White Dragon Sulfur to start fostering Jia 15.”

“In addition, I have already acquired most of the Class II spirit materials to nurture the Wu Monkey King. Now, it’s up to Yuan Wenzhi and Master Zhang of the Danlong School to see what kind of Class III spirit materials they can bring me.”

Wang Ba quickly calculated in his mind.

These were all problems that he desperately needed to solve.

As he flew high in the sky, suddenly, he felt an oddly familiar sensation coming from his Spirit Temple.

“Huh? What’s happening?”

Wang Ba abruptly stopped, feeling the sensation emanating from the Spirit Temple.

These years, with the help of Divine Dew, his accumulation of the Power of the Yin God was impressive. Nowadays, even if he had to disguise himself in front of a dozen Golden Core Cultivators, he would feel no pressure.

Yet with the growing Power of the Yin God, there seemed to be unnoticed changes in the temple that he was unaware of.

For instance, the faceless statue in the temple, its contours have become clearer than they were ten years ago.

Of course, it still wasn’t distinguishable.

After a careful exploration, he didn’t detect anything unusual.

“Strange…”

Wang Ba was puzzled as he looked at the indescribable dark layer filled with negative emotions enveloping the outer temple.

Even a glimpse of this darkness made his hair stand on end.

But there was no difference detectable here either.

Wang Ba shook his head and promptly began to control his flying Magic Tool, leaving swiftly.

But not long after he started flying, he suddenly felt a similar sensation to the one before.

“What’s going on?”

Wang Ba hesitated for a moment, then stopped to carefully sense his surroundings again and then retraced his steps to the spot where he had experienced that enigmatic familiarity.

His Spiritual Sense, at least at the limit of Foundation Establishment, scanned through.

He immediately detected a hidden gathering spot of Rogue Cultivators beneath the ground.

“Now that the three main schools have established Yong’an City, many Rogue Cultivators have moved near Yong’an City. I didn’t expect to find so many Rogue Cultivators hiding here.”

Wang Ba couldn’t help but be surprised.

He quickly realized that the sense of familiarity emanating from his Spirit Temple must have something to do with this place.

Interest welled up in his heart.

The Spirit Temple was a result of Yin’s Great Dream Sutra, something unique to the Incense-burning Dao of the Kingdom of Immortals presented via the branch of the Yin God.

How could there be anything or anyone associated with the branch of the Yin God here?

With this thought, he lowered his altitude and flew swiftly from a distance, slightly altering his appearance.

After a while, he realized he was getting close to this gathering spot of Rogue Cultivators.

He waited patiently for a moment, and sure enough, a Qi Refining stage cultivator walked out of a hidden cave entrance.

Wang Ba quickly implanted a thought into this cultivator. In no time, he followed the cultivator back into the cave.

Given his strength and the numerous spirit beasts in the Spirit Beast Bag, as long as there were no Golden Core cultivators, he didn’t have anything to fear.

So to him, this wasn’t risky.

After navigating through numerous complicated tunnels, he finally and safely entered the underground Rogue Cultivators’ gathering spot.

He then discovered why his Spirit Temple had transmitted a familiar sensation.

“There are actually a few cultivators from the branch of the Yin God hiding here!”

“No! Not just that, there are some others from the Incense-burning Dao!”

Wang Ba’s Spiritual Sence sensed the lively group of Rogue Cultivator residing below the surface.

His face involuntarily hardened.

These Incense-burning Dao cultivators hidden among the Rogue Cultivators have realms that aren’t high, at least, none of them noticed when Wang Ba’s Spiritual Sence scanned them.

Not to mention Wang Ba, any of the top Foundation Establishment cultivators from the three major schools could easily wipe out the Incense-burning Dao cultivators here.

What truly troubled Wang Ba was, why were there Incense-burning Dao cultivators here in the first place?

The Incense-burning Dao, weren’t they driven out of Wei State, on the other side of two countries from Yan State, and are now trapped in the ‘Ehou Pass’ on Wei’s border?

How could they appear in Yan State, which is essentially part of the Chu Dynasty’s heartland?

For a moment, Wang Ba’s thoughts were in disarray.

He originally thought that the Incense-burning Dao was far from him, but unexpectedly, he found their lurking presence within Baiyun Prairie.

The problem is, within Yan State, is it only these Incense-burning Dao cultivators, or are there potentially more powerful beings hidden?