Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

“Hehe, oh no, if they knew your identity, even with extra guts, they wouldn’t dare.”

Shen Fu, or rather, Wang Ba laughed as he said this.

“Even so, I still had quite a hard time.”

Li Ji shook his head in confusion, “I didn’t hear of Incense Fire Dao when I was here last time, how come it suddenly became so tense? I even met several Rogue Cultivators being taken away when I entered the city.”

At Wang Ba’s words, he shook his hands and said, “It’s a recent development, to be honest, I’m not too sure myself, I’ve been busy Cultivating and refining the Essence of Spirit Chicken, I didn’t notice.”

Of course, in his eyes, the Incense-burning Dao Cultivators that he had deliberately placed outside the city were probably detected by the three major Sects.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have become so strict all of a sudden, giving the entire Yong’an City a sense of unease.

This also saved him from having to tell Master Zhang personally.

After all, if he were to say it, it would be quite troublesome to explain.

Now, it has saved him a lot of trouble.

But upon hearing this, Li Ji frowned:

“Perhaps, it’s related to ‘his’ death?”

“Who?”

Wang Ba was taken aback for a moment, before quickly realizing who ‘him’ was.

That would be Zhang Daobai, the only Immortal Master of Nascent Soul in the Sect of Yan.

A few days ago, in the north of Yan, a sudden rain of blood fell from a clear blue sky.

Such a phenomenon is impossible to hide.

All cultivators realized that Nascent Soul Immortal Master Zhang Daobai, who had been rumored for many years to be on the verge of death, finally fell after numerous years.

This caused many people to have mixed feelings.

For this once the first person in Yan, there were those who admired him, those who looked up to him, those who felt pleased, and some who breathed a sigh of relief…

The death of Zhang Daobai suggests that Zhenling Palace’s absolute dominance within Yan’s borders is about to become a thing of the past.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that an era has ended.

A new era belonging to the Three Great Sects is coming.

The transition of eras will inevitably bring a lot of conflict and reshuffling of power.

Many people look forward to and nervously await the advent of this era.

But days passed, and the entire Yan Dynasty unexpectedly fell into an eerie and bizarre silence.

The anticipated attack on Zhenling Palace by the Three Great Sects didn’t happen. Even until now, Zhenling Palace hasn’t released any news about Zhang Daobai’s death.

Of course – Wang Ba, too, could see the weakness of Zhenling Palace.

Not to mention the Three Great Sects that have been dealing with Zhenling Palace for many years.

Wang Ba found it bizarre that the Three Sects haven’t started their attack.

He could only guess that the Three Sects have noticed the presence of Incense Burning Dao Cultivators and therefore decided not to attack.

Li Ji, thinking of his encounter earlier, couldn’t help but voice his thoughts:

“Shen, do these Incense Fire Dao Cultivators really exist? To me, it seems like the Three Great Sects are using the name of the Dao of Incense Fire to eliminate thorns among the solitary cultivators. They always say that one has to destroy the enemy within before exterminating the foe outside. Once the rear is secure, I suspect it is then that the Three Great Sects dared to wage war against Zhenling Palace. Otherwise, aren’t they afraid of their nest being smashed by a rogue cultivator?”

“This… shouldn’t be possible, right?”

Wang Ba hesitated.

He didn’t think that way because he was absolutely certain that there were Incense Burning Dao Cultivators in Yan.

Of course, what Li Ji said might also be true, as the Three Great Sects could be solving their rear concerns while exterminating the Incense-burning Dao, which only made sense.

However, Li Ji shook his head: “I’ve heard about this strategy so many times. The Royal Family and the Noble Families of the Chu Dynasty all do the same. This Yan Sect… heh!”

He couldn’t help but jeer at the Yan Sect in his tone.

This was perfectly normal, considering he had just suffered a loss not long ago.

But the two of them didn’t elaborate on this topic, and after some small talk, Wang Ba handed over the ‘Essence of the Spirit Chicken’ for this month to Li Ji.

“You’ll have to be very careful in Yan.”

Li Ji sincerely said before leaving.

Wang Ba remained quiet a bit, then smiled and sent Li Ji out of the city.

As he watched Li Ji’s figure disappear into the horizon, he slowly retracted his gaze.

“Master Shen, if it weren’t for you, it wouldn’t be so easy for us to leave Yong’an City now.”

The cultivator at the city gate showed a flattering smile.

Wang Ba slightly smiled, casually throwing out a lower grade Class I Spirit Chicken Essence, immediately drawing the gatekeeper’s exclamation.

He did not bother about this and after a moment of contemplation, quietly concealed his figure and went to find Master Mi, who was adept at creating Thunder Seeds, in the city.

“I need Class II Thunder Seeds, as many as possible.”

Master Mi is an old man with a head full of white hair and wearing a monocular Magic Tool.

He looked at Wang Ba with surprise.

But Wang Ba deliberately changed his appearance, body shape, and aura with the Power of the Yin God, so he couldn’t recognize Wang Ba’s identity.

He uninterestedly replied:

“A Class II, lower grade Thunder Seed costs five middle-grade Spirit Stones. A middle-grade one…”

“I want a top-grade Class II Thunder Seed.”

Wang Ba interrupted directly: “As many as you have.”

Hearing Wang Ba’s words, Master Mi finally seriously looked at Wang Ba.

He hesitated for a moment, and then he took ten boxes out of the Storage Ring.

“A top-grade Class II Thunder Seed costs twenty middle-grade Spirit Stones.”

Each box contains twenty, totaling two hundred.”

“This is all that I have collected over the years.”