Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

“When Master Zhang of Danlong School comes next time, I will talk to them in person about the matter of Incense Fire Dao.”

Bu Chan thought for a moment but didn’t have any better suggestions.

He was just seriously saying, “Elder Brother, rest assured, I will work hard on practicing the spells.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Ba felt a little relieved, but also somewhat helpless.

Although his junior sister was good at everything, her talent for spells was simply too ordinary.

However, he couldn’t dampen Bu Chan’s enthusiasm and just smiled, nodding his head before returning alone to his quiet room.

Gently closing the door.

The expression on Wang Ba’s face instantly deepened.

“Xu Li Sect …”

The protective layer formed by the Lifeline Defile Curse outside his Spirit Temple suddenly disappeared, and he realized someone had cast a curse on him.

At first, his suspected targets included all the sects of the three major sects and even some rogue cultivators.

However, when the probing disciple of the Xuli Sect looked at him, he immediately realized that it had to be the Xuli Sect!

Because he clearly sensed a flash of surprise and astonishment in the other’s eyes.

Seemingly dumbfounded that he could still sit there.

As for why Xuli Sect wanted to kill him, Wang Ba could also guess some reasons.

“It seems that Zhang Tailai’s previous words have made them vigilant, hence they simply made their move…”

Wang Ba’s gaze turned a bit cold.

However, he then calmed his emotions, opened his Storage Bag, took out several middle-grade Class II Spiritual Ghost Eels, and began to cast the ‘Lifeline Defile Curse’.

After half an incense stick worth of time passed.

Feeling that the layer outside the Spirit Temple, which seemed more excited and twisting than before and full of indescribable darkness.

Wang Ba slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he feel secure.

Only, he didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he faintly felt that the Spirit Temple seemed to have shrunk a bit compared to before.

…

“You’re saying that when you saw Shen Fu, you also saw Zhang Tailai?!”

In the highest palace of the Xuli Sect, Zhuang Yi grabbed the collar of a disciple anxiously and asked in a rushed voice.

“Yes, yes! I saw it with my own eyes! Those two were drinking together! Shen Fu didn’t look like he had been cursed at all! By the way, Zhang Tailai looked a bit embarrassed.”

The Xuli Sect disciple said hurriedly.

If Wang Ba were here, he would certainly notice that this person was precisely the cultivator who had knocked on the door earlier.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yi immediately turned around and bowed to the always silent Lin Boyue, the Sect Master of the Xuli Sect.

“Sect Master! It must have been that Zhang Tailai who took the curse for Shen Fu, resulting in backlash. Not only did it harm Cao Xiang of the Wei State, but also involved… involved Martial Nephew Wang!”

Atop the high platform on the futon.

Lin Boyue didn’t speak, his face was horrifyingly dark.

There was a touch of unprecedented grief and fury in his eyes.

His gaze involuntarily fell below.

Where there were two bizarre lumps of flesh were rolling in place.

One could vaguely see that one of the lumps was wearing a robe of the Xuli Sect.

In Lin Boyue’s mind, the image of Wang Tang surfaced.

A good seedling who he had painstakingly picked out from the younger generation of disciples and brought up with a lot of effort for decades. He was the person very likely to succeed him as the next Sect Master of Xuli Sect!

All his painstaking efforts…

…turned into a lump of flesh.

Zhuang Yi said with a stern face: “Sect Master, how about we directly go to Yong’an City and capture Zhang Tailai! Execute him with severe punishment, so all rogue cultivators will understand the consequences of daring to conspire against my Xuli Sect cultivators …”

“Stop!!!”

Unable to stand it any longer, Lin Boyue stared at Zhuang Yi with fiery eyes filled with rage.

“Tell me!”

“Why isn’t the one who died you?”

“Why did Wang Tang die!”

Zhuang Yi stared at Lin Boyue in shock.

“Elder Brother…I…”

Lin Boyue suddenly closed his eyes, with his chest jumping wildly.

A deadly silence filled the entire hall.

After a while, Lin Boyue opened his eyes with a deep breath.

HIs gaze, however, bore an unspeakable weariness.

He looked at Zhuang Yi, and softly said: “Junior Brother Zhuang, I was out of line just now.”

“No, it’s me who’s worthless. I couldn’t even protect Martial Nephew Wang. He was our sect’s future. The sect can do without me, but not without Wang Tang.”

Zhuang Yi lowered his head, his face filled with remorse.

“Don’t talk nonsense. You are a true Golden Core cultivator, the pillar of our sect. No one is more important than you!”

Lin Boyue grunted softly, comforting him a few times, and his eyes showed signs of contemplation.

“The Dead Curse of Cao Xiang from Wei State, can kill even a Perfect Foundation Establishment cultivator. Although Shen Fu is skilled, he is nothing but an ordinary early-stage cultivator. This, I’m not mistaken.”

“And the place Shen Fu was in, Zhang Tailai happened to be there as well. This is most likely not a coincidence.”

“So, it seems that it was indeed Zhang Tailai who took the hit for him. According to your description, before Cao Xiang turned into a pulp, he didn’t seem to believe that he would encounter backlash, and this pulp is almost all the curses caused by the disturbance of the soul, which obviously indicates that Zhang Tailai is also proficient in curses, and they are not of trivial ranges!”

“Thus, this Zhang Tailai has greatly exceeded our previous understanding of him. Everyone thinks of him as an idiot, which is his perfect disguise!”

Listening to Lin Boyue’s analysis, Zhuang Yi also forgot his regrets, and was surprised:

“Does the Sect Master mean that Zhang Tailai has always been playing the fool? But, this… doesn’t look like it, it doesn’t look like he’s pretending at all.”

Lin Boyue immediately shook his head:

“This is where his cleverness lies, you don’t think it’s possible, let alone others.”

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yi nodded, but still felt something was odd.

“So should we arrest him now?”

Zhuang Yi couldn’t help but ask.

“No. Now is not the right time. ”

“Yuan Wenzhi has been hiding in the dark, if we kill Zhang Tailai now, it would only bring trouble.”

The face of Lin Boyue turned slightly cold, with a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

“Let’s wait.”

“You go and investigate all the information about Zhang Tailai, his war records, figure out what he’s good at, and his weaknesses… ”

“These things will be useful sooner or later.”

“Yes!”

“And…”

Lin Boyue briefly looked at the flesh pile below. Pain flashed through his eyes, he then slowly closed them.

“End his misery.”

“…Yes.”

…

Three days later.

In the north.

There was a rain of blood in the sky.