In a world where Immortals pluck stars and Demons sever rivers, the weak are nothing more than ants.
Wang Ba transmigrated into this ruthless cultivation world with the worst possible start: No Spirit Root, no background, and destined to be a lowly servant for the rest of his short life.
His job? Raising “Precious Chickens” for the dining tables of the Immortal Masters.
Just as he was about to accept his fate and die of old age, he discovered he could see a floating panel above his livestock.
[Target Lifespan: 19.2 Years] [Drain / Inject?]
He realized he could steal the lifespan of the beasts he raised and add it to his own! Even better, he could burn this stolen lifespan to brute-force the mastery of any cultivation technique instantly.
Talent is too low? He will spend 500 years of lifespan to force a breakthrough in a body-tempering technique that no one else can master!
Beasts are too weak? He will inject 1,000 years of life into a common hen, evolving it into a legendary Phoenix to guard his farm!
From a humble chicken farmer in the Righteous Sect to a “Left-Path” captive in a Demonic Sect, Wang Ba follows only one rule: The Dao of Caution (Gou).
He does not fight for treasures. He does not court death. He simply raises his chickens, breeds his turtles, accumulates infinite lifespan, and watches the arrogant prodigies turn to dust while he remains eternal.
“I am just a humble farmer. But if you touch my chickens, I will shorten your life… to zero.”
What to expect:
Weak-to-Strong: MC starts as a mortal servant.
Unique Cheat: Lifespan manipulation (Trading time for power/evolution).
Beast Taming/Farming: Chickens, Turtles, and eventually mythical beasts.
Cautious Protagonist: No brain-dead face slapping. He hides his power and prioritizes survival.
Dark Cultivation World: A realistic take on the cruelty of Xianxia (Sects rise and fall, mortals are fodder).
In a world where Immortals pluck stars and Demons sever rivers, the weak are nothing more than ants.
Wang Ba transmigrated into this ruthless cultivation world with the worst possible start: No Spirit Root, no background, and destined to be a lowly servant for the rest of his short life.
His job? Raising “Precious Chickens” for the dining tables of the Immortal Masters.
Just as he was about to accept his fate and die of old age, he discovered he could see a floating panel above his livestock.
[Target Lifespan: 19.2 Years] [Drain / Inject?]
He realized he could steal the lifespan of the beasts he raised and add it to his own! Even better, he could burn this stolen lifespan to brute-force the mastery of any cultivation technique instantly.
Talent is too low? He will spend 500 years of lifespan to force a breakthrough in a body-tempering technique that no one else can master!
Beasts are too weak? He will inject 1,000 years of life into a common hen, evolving it into a legendary Phoenix to guard his farm!
From a humble chicken farmer in the Righteous Sect to a “Left-Path” captive in a Demonic Sect, Wang Ba follows only one rule: The Dao of Caution (Gou).
He does not fight for treasures. He does not court death. He simply raises his chickens, breeds his turtles, accumulates infinite lifespan, and watches the arrogant prodigies turn to dust while he remains eternal.
“I am just a humble farmer. But if you touch my chickens, I will shorten your life… to zero.”
What to expect:
Weak-to-Strong: MC starts as a mortal servant.
Unique Cheat: Lifespan manipulation (Trading time for power/evolution).
Beast Taming/Farming: Chickens, Turtles, and eventually mythical beasts.
Cautious Protagonist: No brain-dead face slapping. He hides his power and prioritizes survival.
Dark Cultivation World: A realistic take on the cruelty of Xianxia (Sects rise and fall, mortals are fodder).
“Now that you’re here, keep your mouth shut and your head down. Just focus on raising the Spirit Chow for the Immortals. Do a good job, and you’ll enjoy plenty of benefits. Hell, play your cards right, and one day you might even become an Outer Sect Deacon like me.” “Yes, yes, of course. This […]
“This creature is the Rare Fowl. It is no mortal bird; it possesses spirituality. Mating and reproduction are notoriously difficult, and hatching is equally arduous. Therefore, you must tend to them with the utmost care.” “Their feed consists of a precise mixture: bran from Spirit Grain, Spirit Bean Cake, crushed Spirit Stone powder, and meal
Old Man Sun shook out his tattered Daoist robe and tottered back toward his bedroom, his movements slow and shaky. Before he disappeared inside, he threw a final sentence over his shoulder. “You don’t need to count. There are exactly thirty-two hens here capable of laying eggs.” He paused, then added, “The one in your
It wasn’t until the laborer disciple delivered the fresh sacks of chicken feed and the crates of discarded spirit insects that the tension in the air began to settle. Yet, Old Man Sun still stood there, brow furrowed, unable to wrap his head around the situation. “How did it suddenly lay an egg… Could my
For the next few days, Wang Ba sat on his hands. He didn’t dare absorb or deposit a single second of Lifespan. He was waiting for Old Man Sun to leave. Only after the old man was gone could he truly feel safe enough to run the manor according to his own designs. Forcing himself
“This technique… it doesn’t cultivate a single drop of Immortal Qi!” Wang Ba stared at the golden page, his brow furrowed. Even with his limited knowledge, he knew that the foundation of any cultivator was ‘Qi’—the energy born after stepping into the Qi Refining realm. It was the fuel for flying swords, fireballs, and every
Wang Ba squatted before the coop, running his hands over the four transformed chickens. No, strictly speaking, these could no longer be considered Rare Fowl. They were Spirit Poultry. Their feathers, once a dull, dusty grey-black, now shimmered with iridescent streaks of color that caught the sunlight. They held themselves with a haughty, spirited energy,
Deacon Li waddled away, his large belly swaying with every step. It was clear the man was very satisfied with his “gift.” Wang Ba, on the other hand, was miserable. He was penniless. Burying his frustration, he focused on finishing the day’s chores. As dusk began to settle, he tucked a few Rare Fowl eggs
Wang Ba returned to the mountain manor, but he did not rush back to the market immediately. Patience was key. He waited several days, letting the anticipation—and perhaps his own nerves—settle. Only when the market was nearing closing time did he strap a covered basket to his back, containing a single male Spirit Poultry, and
Wang Ba felt the surging power coursing through his body and the density of his newly solidified muscles. For a moment, he was tempted to push the Physique Strengthening Scripture straight to the Fourth Layer. But he held back. “What if I break through and Deacon Li notices?” “How would I explain it?” “Mastering the
“Huh? My Lifespan… it went up?” Wang Ba’s sharp eyes caught the discrepancy immediately. Before he had considered upgrading the Physique Strengthening Scripture, his remaining Lifespan had been exactly 125.1 years. But after a single night, the counter now read 125.3 years. It was a minuscule increase—merely 0.2 years—but it screamed for attention. “I didn’t
The first surprise of the day was an egg. A chicken laying an egg was the most normal thing in the world. However, upon closer inspection, Wang Ba realized this was no ordinary egg. It was a fertilized Rare Fowl egg. And the sire was a male Spirit Poultry. A few days ago, shortly after
Time was running out. Deacon Li was scheduled to arrive tomorrow. Despite the looming deadline, Wang Ba moved with methodical calm. He fermented the chicken feed, fed the flock, and swept the coop, ensuring every chore was completed to his usual standard. By the time he finished, evening had set in. The market would be
The middle-aged shopkeeper stopped bustling about. He sat back, looking calm and composed, waiting for the last easy mark of the day to return. “Trying to bargain with me? Hah! Now you won’t even get eight-tenths of a Spirit Stone!” “Sigh, this South Lake Market is getting less and less profitable.” “Once I save up
“Cough… cough…” “Deacon Li, sir… this is the tribute for the month. Please… take inventory.” Wang Ba bowed low, his body racked with coughing fits. His face was a mask of sickly pallor, the aftermath of a terror that had drained him to his core. Deacon Li stood with his hands clasped behind his back,
“Rare Fowl!” “It’s actually here!” Wang Ba was overjoyed. His fingers trembled slightly as he eagerly flipped to the page describing the Rare Fowl. Daoist Horn-Pot did not mince words, stating his thesis right from the start: “All birds under the heavens trace their bloodlines back to the primordial era of the Phoenix and the
His eyelids felt heavy, as if weighted down by lead. Yet, the sound of a voice—drifting in and out of focus—forced him to struggle against the darkness. He pried his eyes open, greeted only by a blurry, spinning world filled with shadowy figures… Suddenly, he felt strong hands hoist him upright. His vision slowly sharpened.
The chick was still too young to determine its sex. It had only just hatched, its warm, yellow down still damp from the egg. It stared up at Wang Ba with a foolish, innocent gaze, completely devoid of fear, occasionally letting out a soft chirp. It quickly identified its mother and flapped its tiny wings—round
Alpha-Five had completed his lifespan breakthrough. To say he was majestic would be an understatement. He was awe-inspiring. His feathers were a glossy, burnished russet, shimmering under the sun. His comb was a vibrant, dripping crimson, standing tall like a bloody crown. In the drab, filthy coop, he was a singular stroke of brilliance. He
Wang Ba trailed behind Shopkeeper Lu, winding through the backyard of Lu’s Grain Depot. Past the clucking coops and grunting sties, they finally halted before a sealed, windowless room. The darkness inside was absolute—a heavy, suffocating pitch-black that seemed to press against his eyes. Wang Ba’s heart began to hammer against his ribs. Paranoia, sharp
“That’s it!” The realization hit Wang Ba like a bolt of lightning. The Tendon-Severing Nematode! Shopkeeper Lu’s description of the parasite’s effects replayed in his mind. If these worms functioned similarly to the Meridian-Unblocking Grass seeds—violently tearing through blockages—could they be used to trigger a Bloodline Breakthrough in Rare Fowl? Sure, the nematodes were crude,
“It’s… actually fine?!” Wang Ba frowned, staring at the rooster in genuine disbelief. It wasn’t that he wanted the Rare Fowl to roll around in agony. He was simply worried that the Tendon-Severing Nematode hadn’t done its job. If there was no reaction, there was no effect. And without effect, a Bloodline Breakthrough was a
“Yes. I only received the news yesterday.” Deacon Li looked grim. “They say a vicious criminal broke into Old Man Sun’s residence in the dead of night. He was tortured to death—brutally. His newly wedded concubine and over a dozen servants… none were spared. It was a slaughter.” Li paused, his voice dropping lower. “The
Wang Ba waited patiently for several days. Only when he was certain the heat had died down did he pack four male Spirit Poultry—drained of their excess Lifespan—into a bamboo basket and head for Lu’s Grain Depot at the West Garden Market. He didn’t wear a disguise, but he kept his head down, blending into
“First-grade mid-tier!” Wang Ba stared at the plume of smoke, his eyes widening as a brilliant white light surged from within. Although he had his suspicions, seeing the undeniable proof of Alpha-Five’s rank shattered his composure. Alpha-Five, however, remained completely oblivious to its sudden elevation to the status of a mid-tier Spirit Poultry. It simply
The air reeked of trouble. Wang Ba couldn’t put his finger on it—the information he had was too fragmented—but his instincts were screaming that something was wrong. Without answers, his only option was to prepare. He needed to get stronger. He reviewed his arsenal. The only thing that offered him a sliver of protection was
“He already had a Spirit Root?!” The revelation struck Wang Ba with the force of a physical blow. It was just as shocking as the day he first learned the Physique Strengthening Scripture could supposedly help a mortal forge a Spirit Root. His mouth went dry, and his mind reeled, buzzing with a chaotic swarm
“Unless… what?” Wang Ba waited, but Old Hou’s mouth clamped shut. “Don’t stop there! You can’t just leave me hanging like that!” Wang Ba pressed, his patience snapping. But no matter how hard he pushed, Old Hou remained as tight-lipped as a dead clam. In fact, realizing his own resolve was crumbling under Wang Ba’s
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean to blow your roof off!” A young girl in a purple Daoist robe stood amidst the debris, bowing repeatedly. Her skin was fair, but her face was smudged with soot and dust, and her hair was a bird’s nest of disarray. She looked utterly wretched, her voice
After a fierce round of haggling. Wang Ba swept the inventory clean, returning in high spirits with forty-six sick chickens in tow. Due to the extreme scarcity of spirit food like Rare Fowl, the price for these diseased birds was far from cheap. In fact, it was comparable to the cost of a healthy male
“Seventh Uncle, Brother Wang is here to see you.” Wang Ba’s arrival seemed to send a ripple of unease through the entire courtyard. As he passed, he noticed windows in the surrounding rooms being eased open just a crack. Behind those slivers of darkness, he could feel eyes watching him—gazes heavy with tension and fear.
In that split second, Wang Ba’s mind churned. He lived a life of extreme seclusion within the Sect. The number of people who knew his name—and could match it to his face—could be counted on one hand. Deacon Li, Old Hou, Niu Yong, Old Man Sun. Even Shopkeeper Lu had always addressed him as “Brother
Evening. South Lake Market. The Vendor District. Gou Mu, his back permanently hunched, skillfully swept the scattered assortment of books from his stall into a wooden chest. The miscellaneous volumes fit perfectly, filling the container to the brim without a gap. Though he was over fifty years old, Gou Mu still hauled this heavy box
Whether this was truly the handiwork of “Rat-Head” Gou Mu or not, the craftsmanship was undeniable. The map was concealed with terrifying subtlety. Even with Wang Ba’s enhanced senses, he wouldn’t have noticed a thing without scrutinizing every square inch. The creator had clearly poured immense effort into the deception; an ordinary person would have
“Ascension Society Manager?” Wang Ba blinked, his face a mask of polite confusion. He looked as if the title meant nothing to him. But beneath the bewildered exterior, his heart was pounding like a war drum. Since his brush with death against Zhao Feng, Wang Ba had learned his lesson well. He now kept his
“He looked. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.” In a secluded mountain col overlooking Farmstead Ding Eighty-Seven, Yu Changchun held a shimmering water mirror in his palm, a smirk playing on his lips. The rippling surface displayed a crystal-clear image of Wang Ba, eagerly flipping through the pages of the manual. Beside Yu
“Volume One of the Buried Bone Secret Technique is the bait. Volume Two is the hook… The Ascension Society certainly knows how to play the game.” Wang Ba saw through Yu Changchun’s intentions at a glance. Yet, he had to admit that while the method was simple, its effectiveness was brutal. Putting himself in their
This third-generation little hen was wretchedly cheeky, yet in terms of appearance and demeanor, she was clearly a cut above her father, Alpha-Five. Although Wang Ba was seething with annoyance, he couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke her neck. The little hen revealed a hint of enjoyment, rubbing her small head affectionately against Wang Ba’s
The Yin Spirit power could only deceive the senses; it could not erase physical reality. To an observer, Wang Ba appeared as a pocket of empty air, but his physical body remained solid flesh and blood. If that Rare Fowl slammed into him, the impact would be undeniable. With the heightened senses of a Qi
“Brother, what’s the price on this Gold-Infusing Grass?” “Two fragments of Spirit Stone a stalk. Two-year vintage. Hey! Hands off if you aren’t buying!” At the herb corner of the South Lake Market, the stall owner reached out and slapped the back of a customer’s hand. The customer—a man so emaciated he looked like skin
“My big brother has been missing for nearly two days. My uncle reported it to the External Affairs Hall and the Punishment Hall, but there’s still no news. Brother Wang, if you know anything—anything at all—please tell me. The Niu family will reward you heavily.” The speaker bore a striking resemblance to Niu Yong, carrying
“That chicken-raising laborer… is certainly cautious.” Perhaps due to the recent death of Liu Changfeng, Yu Changchun’s demeanor was noticeably graver than before. He pondered for a moment before continuing. “However, the moment we left yesterday, he couldn’t wait to start studying the secret technique. I observed him for the better part of the day;
“He Lin is… one of us?!” Yu Changchun could hardly believe his ears. “How… how could I not know about this?!” Li Zhi’s eyes filled with amused mockery. “Are you sure you truly didn’t know?” “If I knew, would I have let the puppet run his mouth like that? Do I look like I have
The Myriad Beast Department was vast, its seven divisions—Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, and Geng—sprawling across the entire periphery of the Eastern Sage Sect. Countless desolate hills were dotted with manors belonging to these seven sections. Some raised Precious Pigs, others tended to cattle, sheep, ducks, geese, or even Spirit Insects. However, the largest
Following the breakthrough in the Physique Strengthening Scripture, a surge of power flooded Wang Ba’s frame. Whether it was raw strength or reaction speed, the improvement was drastic. Although the cramped room didn’t allow him to fully test his limits, the sensation of his body rapidly toughening was undeniable. However, Wang Ba did not let
“Hey, Old Hou! Don’t be in such a hurry to leave!” “Look, just answer me one thing: for this bone replacement, does it work with the bones of any Spirit Beast? I want to try it myself first.” Wang Ba seemed completely oblivious to the lethal change in Old Hou’s demeanor. He grabbed the old
Separated by the rippling surface of the Water Mirror, Yu Changchun watched intently. Despite his sharpened senses as a cultivator, the magical surveillance only offered a visual feed; he had to rely on intuition to judge the rest. Within the reflection, Wang Ba rolled across the dirt floor, wailing in agony, his body contorted in
A cold sweat still clung to Wang Ba as he recalled the brush with death he had just survived. Old Hou had a bone hidden in his sleeve! His senses, sharpened far beyond those of a mortal, had instantly picked up on the anomaly. More specifically, he had felt the pulse of dense Spiritual Qi
Tonight’s luck was mediocre at best. Wang Ba had to expand his search radius, running to several distant farming sections just to fill his quota. The furthest leg of his journey brought him dangerously close to the Sect’s boundary. Through the darkness, he spotted figures patrolling the perimeter—Outer Sect disciples. There were more of them
By the time Wang Ba reached South Lake Village, the landscape had undergone a complete transformation. Perhaps to accommodate the influx of new Laborer Disciples, over a dozen rows of brand-new, hastily constructed wooden shacks had sprung up out of thin air in just a few days. Wang Ba observed the area from a distance.
Wang Ba would never know exactly what kind of man Lu Yuansheng had been. But through Senior Brother Zhao, he had caught a glimpse of the former First Disciple’s shadow—a legacy of charisma and honor that made one yearn to have met him. As for Zhao Feng’s kindness, Wang Ba etched it firmly into his
“Are you done staring?” The sudden, sharp voice startled Wang Ba. He hurriedly turned toward the source of the sound. Not far away, a youth of seventeen or eighteen, clad in a pristine white robe, was glaring at him with undisguised impatience. “Answering the Immortal Master, this lowly one has seen enough. Truly, enough.” Wang
Under the silent veil of night, streaks of multicolored light occasionally slashed across the heavens, outshining the stars and leaving the firmament dim in their wake. Watching through the lattice of his window, Wang Ba lowered his head and sighed heavily. With so many Qi Refining disciples patrolling the skies, how was he ever supposed
“Immortal Master Shi… is calling for me?” Wang Ba blinked, unable to quite believe what he was hearing. “If not you, then who? Your luck has finally arrived!” Tao Yi was positively vibrating with excitement. He gave Wang Ba’s arm a slap hard enough to sting. “You rascal, I really couldn’t tell you had this
On the road back to Ding-Eighty-Seven Manor, Tao Yi’s words echoed relentlessly in Wang Ba’s mind. The revelation struck him with the force of a physical blow: the city that had been slaughtered to the last man—all one hundred and twenty thousand souls—was the exact location he had chosen for his sanctuary after fleeing the
“Substitute Death? Binding a living vessel?” Wang Ba stared at the glowing screen before him, genuine astonishment flickering in his eyes. He hadn’t expected that accumulating ten thousand years of Lifespan would unlock an additional reward. Although this [Substitute Death] divine ability required a steep cost of 1,000 years of Lifespan to bind a creature,
“What is wrong with him?” As Wang Ba stepped into the manor, the first thing he saw was Chu Erniu sitting alone beneath the eaves. The young cultivator was wailing, his face twisted in grief as if mourning a dead parent. Gone was the arrogance and self-importance typical of a Sect disciple; in its place
Chu Erniu’s violent outburst caught Wang Ba completely off guard. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t just surprise; it was disbelief. He had never imagined Chu Erniu would attack him, simply because there was no logical reason to do so. He had stayed in his lane. He had been invisible. So when the standard-issue magic sword came
Bam! Before Wang Ba could even react to the noise, the door of the central house flew open. A figure shot out like a bolt of lightning, crossing the courtyard to the manor’s entrance in the blink of an eye. It was Senior Brother Shi. But this was not the haughty, imperious cultivator who had
[System Notice: Source is of the same species. Absorption backlash triggered.] [Status: Infected with ‘Prion of Longevity’.] [Lifespan Deduction: -204 Years.] [Current Remaining Lifespan: 591.3 Years.] Wang Ba stared at the translucent blue screen hovering before his eyes, his expression darkening. He was not a bloodthirsty man. In fact, he wouldn’t deny that he was
“Chu Batian is dead.” The words hung heavy in the air. A Sect disciple loomed over Wang Ba, his gaze sharp and probing. “When was the last time you saw him?” “Chu… Immortal Chu… is dead?!” Wang Ba’s face twisted into a mask of pure shock. Internally, however, his mind was racing, a tempest of
A glacial chill settled into Wang Ba’s marrow. He guessed it! He actually guessed it! Wang Ba’s mind raced. He had covered his tracks perfectly. He had acted the part of the terrified victim flawlessly. So how? How could Zhao Feng possibly know? And if he knew, why the charade? Why let the square-faced disciple
The moment that voice pierced the air, an image instantly popped into Wang Ba’s mind. He snapped his head up. Sure enough, a familiar figure in purple robes was surfing on a magic sword, carving a crooked, drunken path through the sky. She left a jagged afterimage in her wake before— Bang! She plummeted headfirst
Wang Ba stood before the towering mountain gate, his neck craned back as far as it would go. Beyond the colossal stone archway, piercing through the sea of clouds, floated islands of rock crowned with magnificent palaces. They drifted in and out of the mist like celestial dreams, ethereal and majestic. Wang Ba considered himself
If he hadn’t been shoved toward Ye Lingyu by that group of terrified cultivators, Wang Ba—paranoid and cautious to a fault—would never have set foot in the Wind Sun Market. But since he was here, and since Ye Lingyu had conveniently wandered off, handing him the perfect window of opportunity, he wasn’t going to let
The market was a river of noise and motion, bustling with cultivators. Wang Ba scanned the rendezvous point again. Still no sign of Ye Lingyu. He couldn’t afford to loiter any longer. He had secured the Spirit Root Talisman and the cultivation manuals; his personal goals were met, and his satisfaction was immense. Now, the
Retracing his steps, Wang Ba quickly arrived at the rendezvous point he had agreed upon with Ye Lingyu. From a distance, he spotted her standing there. Her shoulders were slumped and her expression was downcast, as if she had been waiting for an age. The moment Wang Ba saw her, she spotted him in the
“This… is for me?” Wang Ba stared at Ye Lingyu in disbelief. How did she know I wanted a Spirit Beast Bag? Wait, that’s not the point. This is a Spirit Beast Bag! It’s worth seven or eight hundred Spirit Stones! Despite the sudden windfall, Wang Ba didn’t let greed cloud his judgment. He hesitated,
Lin Yu was as captivating as ever. She spotted Wang Ba from a distance and immediately ducked her head, trying to hide. But Wang Ba’s senses were sharp. Before she could look away, he had already noticed the redness and swelling around her eyes. She had clearly been crying just moments ago. His mind instantly
“Only ‘Novice’?” Wang Ba stared at the Lifespan cost listed on the panel, baffled. He couldn’t understand why the Yin Spirit Great Dream Scripture had instantly boosted him to the First Layer, while the Ren Water Four-Defense Art stopped at mere entry-level mastery. However, Wang Ba possessed a singular virtue: he never wasted time obsessing
Yu Changchun?! The name struck Wang Ba like a physical blow. The frenetic busyness of the past few days, combined with the sudden disappearance of the Ascension Society, had almost made him forget that sinister figure existed. But Old Hou’s sudden warning sent a jolt of pure crisis through Wang Ba’s veins. Don’t run around
When the conversation turned to Daoist Horn-Pot, the cultivator surnamed Shi wore an expression of sheer, unadulterated pride—as if he personally shared in the ancient master’s glory. Although Wang Ba was inwardly impatient, he could only force himself to maintain a facade of humble interest, listening as the man droned on. As it turned out,
A fine, cold drizzle pattered against the earth, shrouding the world in a grey mist. Wang Ba moved like a phantom, stepping cautiously through the ruins of a deserted courtyard in South Lake Village. He stopped before the mouth of a dry well—the entrance to the escape tunnel dug by ‘Rat-Head’ Gou Mu. He paused,
Wang Ba lay flat in the damp darkness of the tunnel, freezing his muscles until he resembled a corpse. His mind raced, a chaotic storm of calculations and fears. Suddenly, the Yin Spirit Power within his consciousness began to scream. The rotation speed was unprecedented—violent and terrifying. In the blink of an eye, Wang Ba
At the critical junction between life and death, Wang Ba did not hesitate. With a focused thought, he triggered the jade pendant, unleashing the single strand of Sword Qi stored within. And Zhao Feng’s Sword Qi delivered a surprise that defied all logic. The ochre-robed cultivator, whose Spiritual Power fluctuations had just sent shivers down
“It’s Elder Qin!” “Elder Qin has joined the fray!” Amidst the chaos and blood, the disciples of the Eastern Sage Sect—who had been steadily losing ground—erupted in cries of desperate joy. The Heavenly Gate Sect’s assault had been too sudden, too clinical. The Sect’s protective mountain formation had collapsed almost instantly, breached before the alarm
Wang Ba stared at the wet, gory smear that used to be Tao Yi. Beside him, all color drained from Lin Yu’s face. She looked on the verge of collapsing. Wang Ba, however, felt a sudden clarity. He recalled Ye Lingyu’s passing comment—that the Evil-Asking Sword could sense many things. In that instant, the pieces
“Zhao Feng!” Wang Ba spun around, relief washing over him. A familiar, stern figure was striding through the air, descending like a god. His face was the same, but the aura radiating from him felt undeniably different. If the Zhao Feng of the past was a naked blade—sharp, aggressive, and piercing—the man before him now
The voice was a spark in a keg of gunpowder. It hit the Heavenly Gate Sect cultivators like a potent stimulant, instantly igniting their blood. Morale, which had been wavering under Qin Heng’s dominance, exploded. Fanaticism replaced fear. Even those on the brink of death began to fight with suicidal ferocity, trading injuries to drag
If one were to look down from the heavens, the sight would be breathtaking. Countless pillars of purple light erupted from the earth below. They didn’t rise from grand halls or sacred peaks, but from the humble corners of the sect—manors, marketplaces, and villages. The four major market towns birthed the thickest columns, glowing with
Blood rained from the sky. Qin Heng, the Golden Core powerhouse whose strength was second only to the Sect Leader, died without fanfare. There was no earth-shattering explosion, no final defiant roar. Just a sickening crunch and a silent, limp fall. “Master!” Below, Zhao Feng’s eyes turned glacial. He wanted to scream, to fly up
Rain drifted across the mountain, a cold, gray veil over the slaughter. “Senior Brother Lu… so it really is you.” Zhao Feng stared at the black-robed cultivator standing before him. The man’s face was shrouded in shadows, indistinguishable, but Zhao Feng’s eyes held a complex mix of recognition and sorrow. Silence stretched between them, heavy
Wang Ba whipped his head toward the voice, his eyes widening in disbelief. The newcomer possessed an ordinary face, yet his long beard drifted ethereally in the wind, giving him the sage-like demeanor of an immortal descended from the heavens. It was Yu Changchun, the manager of the Ascension Society. No—to be precise, it was
The manor was thick with the scent of bitter medicine. Every member of the Lu Clan lay prostrate on the floor, trembling violently, not daring to twitch a muscle. Since the previous night, when strange disturbances echoed from the sect’s borders, their manor had been completely surrounded by a group of cultivators. What followed was
Despite his burning curiosity about what exactly Zhao Feng had hidden inside his body, Wang Ba forced himself to prioritize survival. He stowed the Yellow-Throated Stone Turtles safely into his Spirit Beast Bag and began scouting the area. It didn’t take long to find a suitable location—a wide, well-ventilated clearing right on the edge of
A familiar figure stood at the entrance of a shop, peering hesitantly inside. She wore the white robes of an Eastern Sage Sect disciple. Her features were as striking as ever, though her eyes were dim and her face noticeably haggard. Yet, this weariness only enhanced her allure, lending her a fragile, pitiable beauty that
“I searched the Myriad Beast Department and managed to scrounge up quite a few scrolls. I picked out several related to raising chickens specifically for you.” Yu Changchun’s face was wreathed in smiles as he withdrew a stack of books and scrolls from his Storage Bag. Wang Ba accepted the bundle with a look of
The Record of the Wind Bird’s Southern Journey chronicled the travels of a cultivator named Yan Shu, who traversed the southern realms atop his spirit beast, the Wind Bird. It was, in essence, a travelogue. The pages were filled with thrilling tales of encountering Demonic Sects, narrow escapes, and romantic trysts with local beauties that
The looming sect mission weighed on Wang Ba’s mind like a stone. It didn’t help that Yu Changchun, who had solemnly vowed to arrange a simple task for him, turned out to be completely unreliable. The man hadn’t brought back a single scrap of useful information. Amidst these days filled with anxiety, Wang Ba finally
“Cultivation chambers? Built directly on a Spirit Vein?” Wang Ba’s interest was instantly piqued. Seeing the hook sink in, the old woman’s grin widened, revealing yellowed teeth. She gestured eagerly toward the other side of the market. “Fellow Daoist, just follow me. You’ll understand once you see it!” Curiosity getting the better of him—and knowing
Shadows flickered near the perimeter of the chicken farm. Wang Ba’s hackles rose instantly. He went still, his breath shallowing as he prepared to release Alpha-Seven from the spirit beast bag at a moment’s notice. Simultaneously, he crushed a communication talisman in his palm, sending a silent signal to Yu Changchun while he suppressed his
“Mandatory Mission…” “Purge the remnants of the Eastern Sage Sect operating near the sect’s borders?” “Requirement: Each participant must retrieve proof of at least one kill related to the Eastern Sage Sect remnants… Duration: Six months.” Wang Ba stared at the glowing text floating above his Heavenly Gate Token, his expression darkening. The Heavenly Gate
Cultivation in the Qi Refining realm boiled down to two fundamental tasks. First: The continuous refining and compression of Spiritual Power. Second: The relentless expansion of the Dantian. The former was the metric by which the ten layers of Qi Refining were measured. Every time a cultivator successfully compressed their entire reservoir of gaseous Spiritual
A knock echoed against the heavy wooden door. Wang Ba frowned, puzzled. Due to the Heavenly Gate Sect’s mandatory purge mission, the Stone Cave Dwelling district was a ghost town. Most tenants had already departed, venturing into the wilderness to hunt down remnants of the Eastern Sage Sect. The few who remained were hermits like
“Fellow Daoist…” Startled by the heavy knock, Wang Ba cracked open the wooden door. A gray-robed figure stood in the corridor. His features were obscured by a shifting haze, and his presence was so faint that without visual confirmation, Wang Ba’s spiritual senses would have registered nothing but empty air. The discrepancy between sight and
“Senior Brother wants to establish a Spirit Plant farm here?” Bu Chan walked a wide circle around the designated plot, repeatedly thrusting her fingers deep into the soil to test its quality. When she returned, she shook her head. “The Spiritual Qi here is too thin. It cannot support a Spirit Field. Without the nourishment
Under the meticulous care of Bu Chan and her team, the one-acre plot of spirit soil adjacent to the chicken farm had undergone a transformation. The air above it hummed with rich, revitalized Spiritual Qi. The Green Fire Spirit Berry seeds, planted only days ago, had already taken root. The once barren, pitch-black earth was
“Fellow Daoist, we meet again.” The old woman’s eyes lit up the moment she spotted Wang Ba. Wang Ba’s eyelids twitched. He was about to feign ignorance and walk away when the management deacon of the Wood Tower Dwelling spoke up, his tone indifferent. “You know each other? Perfect. You take him. Building Bing, sixth
[Target Lifespan: 149.7 Years] Wang Ba withdrew his hand from the warm, feathered head of the High Grade Spirit Poultry and nodded in satisfaction. A Middle Grade Spirit Poultry possessed a lifespan of roughly 120 years. These High Grade specimens, however, pushed close to 150. Calculated conversion: Consuming one High Grade Spirit Poultry would grant
Whoosh. A sharp whistle cut through the air by the shores of South Lake. A figure clad in black combat gear leaped nimbly from a flying sword, landing softly in front of the chicken farm. The newcomer possessed sharp, handsome features, though his brow was knotted with a lingering, murderous aura. It was the look
Wang Ba did not rush to the Spirit Water Courtyard. The eggs laid by Alpha-Seven had begun to hatch. He needed to verify immediately if any of the new chicks were “Phantom Chickens.” “Phantom Chicken” was the classification he gave to mutants like Alpha-Seven—birds that possessed blinding speed and lethal beak-and-claw strength. Initially, he believed
The appointed time for the transaction had passed. Wang Ba watched Cultivator Yan hurry away, disappearing into the crowd. As the man’s figure vanished, Wang Ba’s mood plummeted like a stone dropped down a well. Yan had called it “hearsay.” But rumors didn’t spring from nothing. Given Yan’s grave expression and the urgency of his
The purple spirit beast suspended in the sky was, unmistakably, Fan Ming. Squinting against the glare, Wang Ba could just make out the dark, heavy chains woven from mist and Qi that bound the creature tight. It was completely immobilized. All it could do was struggle feebly and emit low, vibrating roars of impotence. Wang
Wang Ba stood motionless, his mind reeling. From the moment he was coerced into joining the Heavenly Gate Sect, he had known exactly what it was: a demonic sect that devoured people without spitting out the bones. But knowing it intellectually and seeing it viscerally were two different things. For nearly four years, he had
His spirit roots had improved. It was still a four-attribute root, far from genius territory, but the uptick in cultivation speed was noticeable. For Wang Ba, that was enough. After several days of intense, uninterrupted training, a transmission talisman broke his concentration. “Yu Changchun wants a meeting?” Wang Ba’s eyes lit up. “He must have
Yun Caixiang’s intelligence struck a chord in Wang Ba’s heart. He couldn’t help but recall the Shield-Armored Giant-Headed Turtle he had once seen in the Wind Sun Market. It was a Middle Grade specimen, massive in size, comparable to his own mutated turtle, Rice Bucket. But unlike Rice Bucket, who was naturally gifted in Water-attribute
“Senior Brother, are these… Shield-Armored Giant-Headed Turtles?” Inside the chicken farm, Bu Chan stared curiously at the four pitch-black spirit turtles Wang Ba had just pulled from his Spirit Beast Bag. Wang Ba gave a slight nod. Without wasting a moment, he extracted the lifespan from all four turtles, storing it away before dropping them
“Wang Ba!” The name cut through the noise of the crowd. Even though Wang Ba knew he was a nobody—a transparent figure in the grand scheme of the Sect—his heart instinctively clenched. Risk assessment: Exposure. Bai Yu paused, his gaze locking onto Wang Ba. A flicker of surprise passed through the Blood Bone Path cultivator’s
The tide of battle on the island turned with terrifying abruptness. High above the lake, the matriarch of Mirror Moon Manor rode a stream of red silk like a dragon, effortlessly suppressing Chief Steward Lu Yuansheng. Her face was twisted in a cold, triumphant sneer. “Heh. You didn’t expect this, did you?” “Ever since your
The divine light struck Wang Ba. At that exact moment, the bone fragment in his hand flared to life, resonating with the others nearby. A spectral barrier rose around the cultivators linked by the White Bone Formation. The formation acted as a circuit, instantly distributing the crushing force of the impact across everyone in the
Not long after Wang Ba returned to the Eastern Sage Garrison via the teleportation array, Yu Changchun hurried over. Seeing that Wang Ba was disheveled but otherwise completely intact, Yu Changchun’s expression shifted from surprise to delight. “I knew it! Fellow Daoist is truly a man blessed with fortune.” Wang Ba’s spirits were low, but
What exactly would hatch from the union of a Phoenix Feather Chicken and a Singing White Chicken? Wang Ba was consumed by curiosity. Yet, when the shells finally cracked and the wet, chirping life emerged, he was caught off guard. Normal chicks were born with fluffy, pale yellow down. This hybrid, however, was covered in
Yu Changchun remained oblivious to Wang Ba’s internal shock. Instead, he continued his lecture with the earnestness of a weary veteran. “Fellow Daoist, take my advice: do not be greedy for speed. The Heavenly Gate Sect possesses many techniques that offer rapid advancement, but speed now comes at the cost of stagnation later.” “Think about
“Dare I ask, friend, what business brings you here?” Although he had no idea why this mysterious cultivator had suddenly appeared, Wang Ba took the initiative to break the silence. The cultivator in gray robes slowly turned around to face him. His features were blurred by magic, a standard disguise similar to the ones used
Yin Spirit? Dream Lord? The words struck Wang Ba like a physical blow, instantly dragging his mind to the Yin Spirit Great Dream Scripture he cultivated. Memories of Old Man Sun flooded back. Years ago, when Wang Ba first entered the Eastern Sage Sect, Old Man Sun had been a kind, if mysterious, elder. Shortly
Ning Daohuan sat cross-legged on the mountain peak, his brow furrowed in a tight knot. The news that the Incense Path had surfaced near the Eastern Sage Sect’s old stronghold injected a new sense of urgency into his plans. After a moment of contemplation, he issued instructions to the guards standing nearby. They bowed and
The reproductive rate of the Shield-Armored Giant-Headed Turtles was abysmal. Four females had produced a grand total of ten eggs. Worse, the incubation period was excessive. A standard Yellow-Throated Spirit Turtle took roughly three months to hatch. These had taken far longer. A universal trade-off, Wang Ba noted internally. The higher the biological grade, the
“Fellow Daoist Wang, I trust you have been well?” Cultivator Yan approached with a warm smile, proactively cupping his hands in greeting. Wang Ba felt a twinge of disappointment—he had hoped for a customer with deep pockets—but he adjusted his expression instantly. “Fellow Daoist Yan,” Wang Ba replied, his smile practiced and professional. “You’re here
The Poultry Farm. Wang Ba lay on his spotless wooden bed, letting out a long, luxurious sigh. Even as a cultivator, the simple pleasure of lying down was unmatched. It was freedom. The spirit fields outside no longer demanded he pull weeds by hand, inch by painstaking inch. He no longer had to dance around
“My great-grandmother passed this down to me. Senior Brother… could you keep it safe for me?” At the door of the wooden hut, Bu Chan offered the ancient ring with both hands. Her face wore a bright, brave smile, but her eyes betrayed her fear. Wang Ba stood inside, looking silently at the tarnished metal
Chapter 121: Cultivating Techniques This encounter differed vastly from his previous two meetings with the gray-robed cultivator. This time, Dong Qiyu made no effort to conceal his identity. He stood with hands clasped behind his back, tall and slender in a Daoist robe as white as snow. His face was as luminous as the moon,
Chapter 122: Seven Spells, Fellow Travelers Wang Ba was a man who wasted no time. Immediately, he retrieved every technique manual he had purchased from his storage bag, sorting them into neat categories. There were three offensive techniques. Of these, only the Divine Fire Art required no external resources, relying solely on the construction of
Chapter 123: The Upheaval at Meng Xing Village Though it bore the name “village,” Meng Xing was, in truth, a sprawling township teeming with inhabitants. Its geographical location was distinct, serving as a vital thoroughfare connecting the north and south. It was not far from the Eastern Sage Garrison; an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator could
Chapter 124: Blood Sacrifice! Bang! Mist and water vapor roiled through the air, obscuring all sight. The final corpse of a frenzied Incense Path believer plummeted from the sky, encased in ice before it could even strike the earth. Frost spread rapidly across the body, sealing it in a crystalline coffin. Even in death, a
Chapter 125: Blood Dharma Pill, Making a Move Elder Huo and the middle-aged female cultivator exchanged a few brief words before immediately setting to work on the formation. “Pan Long, you head over there. Stay alert.” “Lady Xue, you’re injured. Be careful not to let that escaped Incense Path cultivator find an opening.” Elder Huo
Chapter 126: Soul Search, Yin Spirit The voice drifting from the darkness instantly brought a specific figure to ‘Pan Long’s’ mind: the honest, slightly wooden cultivator who raised chickens. The little cultivator who raised Spirit Poultry… Top-grade Spirit Poultry… In that instant, while shock violently battered ‘Pan Long’s’ heart, a sudden realization dawned upon him.
Chapter 127: Giving Up, Bai Yu “The Divine Dream Method…” Wang Ba couldn’t help but feel a stir of temptation in his heart. Just the first layer of the Yin Spirit Great Dream Scripture had already brought him countless benefits. Even now, it continued to prove its worth—disguise, early warning, and minimizing danger to the
Chapter 128: Fierce Battle at Water Controlling City! Tier-2 Blood Sacrifice! High above the clouds, overlooking the mortal dust. Seated within the bone skiff, Wang Ba couldn’t resist peering over the edge. Mountains, rivers, sprawling cities, and rural villages flashed by in a blur beneath the bone boat’s astonishing speed. Yet, his mind was far
Chapter 129: You Deserve to Die! Eight Eyes “Ye Lingyu!” Wang Ba stared in shock at the figure standing solitary and proud before the gates of Water Controlling City. She was tall and slender, her complexion fair and pale, her expression as cold and beautiful as frost and snow. He could vaguely trace the features
Chapter 130: Clash, Exposure! The air grew heavy, fraught with a delicate, deadly tension. Catching the flicker of ferocity in the red-haired cultivator’s eyes, Wang Ba’s mind raced. In a crisis, wits were his only weapon. He hurriedly cupped his hands. “This humble one is a disciple of the Eastern Sage Sect…” The three red-haired
Chapter 131: Substitute Death, Old Acquaintance “Impossible!” Zhang Can froze, staring at a scene that shattered his entire worldview. He had watched with his own eyes as the Mystic Gold Awl pierced the target’s heart. How could he still be alive?! Seeing his prey attempt to flee, Zhang Can didn’t have time to overthink. He
Chapter 132: The Dao is Ever-Present, Mountain Sea Sect’s Supreme Elder It was clearly Ye Lingyu’s voice. Yet, in that instant, Wang Ba felt a chill crawl down his spine, his hair standing on end. He immediately whipped his head around to look at her. What he saw was ‘Ye Lingyu’ staring coldly at Zhao
Chapter 133: Gains Heavenly Gate Sect, Eastern Sage Outpost. By the shores of South Lake. Inside the small wooden hut at the poultry farm. Bu Chan smoothed the wrinkles on the quilt over and over again. Her mind was elsewhere, her gaze drifting constantly toward the window and the main gate of the farm beyond
Chapter 134: The Three Realms of the “Divine Dream Method”; A Temporary Respite The morning breeze drifted through the window lattice, gently brushing against Wang Ba. He sat quietly on the wooden bed, a sheet of golden paper laid out before him. As a transcript, this golden page recording the Divine Dream Method lacked the
Chapter 135: Summons Spirit Water Courtyard. Wang Ba slowly opened his eyes, emerging from his cultivation trance. He glanced down at his hand. The Divine Essence Dew he had been holding was gone, completely absorbed. At this moment, he felt his five senses sharpen to an uncanny degree. It was as if an invisible third
Chapter 136: A Generous Reward and a Gift Watching the group disperse, Bai Yu cautiously approached Lu Yuansheng. “Steward…” Lu Yuansheng waved his hand gently. “There is no need to be so formal when we are alone. Do you have something to say?” “Yes, Senior Brother.” Bai Yu chose his words carefully. “I shouldn’t speak
Chapter 137: Opening Spirit Fields, Bai Yu’s Arrival Eastern Sage Outpost. By the shores of South Lake, at the chicken farm. Inside the small wooden hut, Wang Ba looked at the Foundation Establishment Pill in his hand and sighed inwardly. Everyone has their own destiny. He could stay in the outpost, avoiding conflict while steadily
Chapter 138: Mountain Moving Ape, Second-Order Spirit Plant Wang Ba and Bu Chan arrived at the Billow Sound Market within the Sword Billow Garrison. Following the instructions on the communication talisman provided by Bai Yu, they first reached out to several cultivators who managed Spirit Fields. While waiting for a reply, Wang Ba accompanied Bu
Chapter 139: Foundation Establishment Banquet The news of Cultivator Yan’s successful Foundation Establishment came as quite a shock to Wang Ba. In his memory, he vaguely recalled that just a year ago, this Cultivator Yan was at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, just like him. Yet, within a single short year, the man had
Chapter 140: Spiritual Root Enhancement, Mountain Moving Ape Breakthrough The Chicken Farm. Wang Ba exhaled slowly, his eyes fixed on the talisman in his hand, which shimmered with three distinct lights: earthy yellow, aquatic blue, and verdant green. A trace of joy flickered in his eyes. Thanks to the large-scale, high-frequency breeding of Low Grade
Chapter 141: Golden Core Eastern Sage Outpost. Behind the massive, towering mountain gate, mountain ranges rolled like sleeping dragons, and palaces were scattered across the peaks in an orderly fashion. Clouds steamed and azure mists rose, painting a scene of an immortal paradise. However, a faint trace of ferocity and sinister evil flashed through this
Chapter 142: Fellow Daoist Yu, What a Pity Seven years. While Wang Ba focused wholeheartedly on his cultivation, he never neglected the spirit beasts under his care. Whether it was the Spirit Poultry, the spirit turtles, or the batch of Second-Order Low Grade Psychic Ghost Loaches he had stumbled upon in the market years ago,
Chapter 143: Foundation Establishment “This…” Wang Ba couldn’t help but look up at Bai Yu, stunned. Bai Yu avoided his gaze, pouring himself another bowl of wine as he spoke casually. “Elder Lu said the materials given to you are extremely precious. For a Qi Refining cultivator to use them… well, anyone would feel the
Chapter 144: The Change in the Yin Spirit Abode A Foundation Establishment cultivator. In the Eastern Sage Sect, such an existence was second only to the Sect Leader and the six Head Chamber Elders. Those with profound cultivation could even hold the position of an ordinary Elder. Even in the Heavenly Gate Sect, Foundation Establishment
Chapter 145: Spirit Valley Residence A wave of lingering fear washed over Wang Ba’s heart. Only now did he realize the gravity of what had just happened. If not for the “Substitute Death” divine ability taking effect, he would have truly died inside the Yin Spirit Abode. That single male Green Water Spirit Turtle had
Chapter 146: Dream Creation Spirit Valley Residence, Winter Section, Room Seven. It had to be said: a Second-Order Spirit Vein was leagues ahead of a First-Order one. After cultivating for roughly half an hour, Wang Ba successfully refined a single drop of Qi. However, before he could feel any joy, he sensed the vast, empty
Chapter 147: That Grove of Thousand Spirit Trees Beside the newly built wooden hut outside the chicken farm. Wang Ba stood with his hands behind his back, silently observing the middle-aged Laborer Disciple at work. Li Qi was meticulously sanding down the rough edges of the wooden planks, completely absorbed in his task. To his
Chapter 148: New Mission, Learning Spirit Chef The newcomer was dashing and handsome, dressed in pristine white robes. It was Dong Qiyu. He descended from his flying Magical Artifact, his voice arriving before his feet touched the ground. “Fellow Daoist Wang, busy? Hehe, I am here again.” Wang Ba stood up slowly from the field,
Chapter 149: The Way of the Spirit Chef “The ‘chef’ in Spirit Chef is not the same as a mortal chef.” In the kitchen, Bao Chao stood before a chopping board, his demeanor completely transformed. He spoke with grave seriousness. Wang Ba, shedding any airs of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, listened attentively. He knew humility
Chapter 150: Situation and Planning Returning to the Eastern Sage Sect’s outpost, Wang Ba immediately sensed the oppressive atmosphere hanging over the area. Along the roadside, he saw cultivators missing arms or legs, their faces etched with despair as they sighed deeply. “Did we lose a battle?!” Wang Ba felt a jolt of shock. For
Chapter 151: The Act, First Step Completed At the peak of the Eastern Sage Sect Garrison, within the cavernous expanse of the highest palace, the ghosts of its former opulence lingered. Faint traces of gold leaf and intricate carvings whispered of a bygone splendor. Now, however, the vast floor was stripped bare, adorned only with
Chapter 152: Leaving Sword Billow Garrison “Observe, Senior. This is the extraction protocol for the Eel-Tailed Toad.” Inside the kitchens of the Sword Billow Garrison, Bao Chao finished processing the amphibian on his cutting board and presented the results to Wang Ba. Wang Ba watched with clinical detachment, his mind racing to catalog every nuance
Chapter 153: Blood-Sucking Black Leech & Wood Forest Island Beyond the chart provided by the proprietor of the spirit beast shop, Wang Ba had also visited the market’s bookstore to acquire general maps of the vicinity, alongside detailed topographical records and travelogues covering the majority of the Yan Kingdom. A cross-reference of the documents revealed
Chapter 154: Song Buping of the Profound Puppet Path The corridor leading out of the Sword Billow Garrison was far longer than Wang Ba had anticipated. To his left lay Wood Forest Island, a forbidden zone where giant beasts roamed and danger hung in the air like a physical weight. To his right were deep,
Chapter 155: Golden River Ghost Market Li Three Bays. It was an unremarkable little town, earning its name from the Golden Billow River that snaked through the region in three distinct, sweeping bends. Wang Ba kept his cultivator aura tightly restrained as he strolled through the streets. The geography and local customs of the State
Chapter 156: Flesh Worm Pill “Fellow Daoist Zhu!” “It’s been too long, Fellow Daoist Zhu! Haha!” “Since Fellow Daoist Zhu has graced us with his presence, surely you’ve brought some treasures? Don’t forget to let us feast our eyes!” It wasn’t just Wu Hai; many cultivators in the ghost market were familiar with Zhu Jianyi
Chapter 157: Lifespan Experiment Without a doubt, to a Foundation Establishment cultivator, even the most formidable Qi Refining practitioner was nothing more than a paper tiger—utterly fragile. And Zhu Jianyi was exceptionally ordinary even among his Qi Refining peers. Yet, as Wang Ba casually pinned his opponent to the dirt with a mere flex of
Chapter 158: Entering the Ghost Market Golden River City. On the city’s most prosperous waterway, a small boat drifted lazily down the center of the current. No one rowed; no one steered. A single figure sat at the bow—a middle-aged man in Confucian robes, holding a fishing rod with the patience of a seasoned angler.
Chapter 159: Golden Wind and Jade Dew Art The space was an anomaly—somewhere between a constructed chamber and a natural limestone cavern. It was vast, yet the air felt compressed. Along the irregular walls, figures sat in the shadows, almost every available spot occupied by a cultivator. Most emitted the fluctuations of the Qi Refining
Chapter 160: Probing “Zhu Jianyi? What are you doing here?” The sudden voice struck like a thunderclap, freezing both Wang Ba and Zhu Jianyi in their tracks. However, compared to Zhu Jianyi’s sheer, wide-eyed panic, Wang Ba remained a picture of absolute calm. Having weathered far more harrowing life-and-death encounters, he seamlessly slipped a telepathic
Chapter 161: Divine Soul Concealment High above the town of Li Three Bays, spiritual energy pulsed from a Second-Order Low-Grade flying artifact. Wang Ba stood atop the vessel, his brow furrowed in deep thought. Wu Hai was the first cultivator he had encountered since entering the State of Yan. Through the clever application of Dream
Chapter 162: Spirit-Entrusting Candle Inside the stone pavilion. The middle-aged Confucian scholar, whose face usually possessed the stillness of a thousand-year-old rock, finally revealed a crack in his composure. A flicker of rage surfaced. And with that single flicker, the air within the pavilion instantly congealed into a suffocating weight. The surrounding attendants fell deathly
Chapter 163: Jade Dew Spiritual Power Three days later. Wang Ba sat cross-legged within the hollow of a tree. With the assistance of the Lifespan Panel, the last grain of Metal Spiritual Iron Sand before him had been completely consumed. Simultaneously, his practice of the Golden Wind Swift Arrow Art had smoothly reached the state
Chapter 164: Large-Scale Purchasing “This is the Nixia Ghost Market.” Liu Yaodong stood before a stretch of city wall, gesturing to the scene ahead. Wang Ba stared at the densely packed stalls lining the base of the wall. After the initial shock subsided, he was left with a profound sense of speechlessness. It was nothing
Chapter 165: Return to the Heavenly Gate Sect Nixia Ghost Market. As Wang Ba stepped out of the market’s concealment, he noticed cultivators still streaming in from all directions. He did not linger. Immediately, he withdrew his newly purchased Second-Grade High-Grade Flying Artifact, hastily refined it with his mark, and shot into the sky, heading
Chapter 166: Preparing for Bloodline Breakthrough “It hasn’t even been half a year!” Bao Chao’s heart was filled with immense shock. He considered himself quite talented in the path of Spirit Chefs, yet when he was learning the craft, he had spent a full twenty years on the second step. Although he knew that Foundation
Chapter 167: The Ape King’s Ascension and the Musk Dog’s Trail Golden River City. North City Courtyard. Inside the pavilion. Clack. Clack. Lin Xiwen held a black Go stone between his fingers, staring at the board where he was locked in a game with Li Qu. Suddenly, he slammed the stone down onto the grid
Chapter 168: Minor Heavenly Thunder Tribulation Yan Country. Northwest Region. The borderlands where the Golden Billow River met the Endless Forest. Wang Ba scanned the horizon. For ten miles in every direction, the land was a void of human presence. To the southeast lay a labyrinth of desolate, barren valleys. To the north surged the
Chapter 169: Confrontation! Astral winds howled across the sky. Li Qu stood atop his Flying Artifact, constantly questioning the Musk Dog at his feet. “Woof! Woof!” Hearing the dog’s confirmation, Li Qu exhaled a breath of relief, a look of delight spreading across his face. “Good. He hasn’t left yet!” He immediately poured more Qi
Chapter 170: The Mountain Moving Ape’s Tribulation! “I never imagined, Senior Brother, that your experiences over these past few years would be so storied.” In the silence of a desolate wilderness, Wang Ba and Zhao Feng sat cross-legged upon the earth, exchanging accounts of the years spent apart. As he listened to Zhao Feng’s succinct
Chapter 171: Lin Xiwen Attacks! Boom! A massive pillar of lightning cascaded from the heavens, striking the Mountain Moving Ape without mercy. The world fell into a hushed, suffocating silence as the silver glare dyed the ape’s fur in a mysterious, metallic sheen. Crackle! Pop! The sound of rupturing flesh echoed through the clearing. Under
Chapter 172: Body Seizing! The wilderness was silent, save for the whistling wind. Beside the cooling corpse, an illusory shadow drifted, its edges flickering like a guttering candle. One could just barely make out the translucent contours of a human form. It was the remnant soul of Lin Xiwen. He hovered behind Wang Ba, his
Chapter 173: Many Children Many Blessings The outskirts of the Sword Billow Garrison. In the subordinate territory, Alpha-Fifteen was released from the Storage Bag. As the creature took in its surroundings, it tried its best to remain stoic, yet a flicker of unmistakable curiosity betrayed its avian eyes. Alpha-Fifteen—or rather, Lin Xiwen—was consumed by a
Chapter 174: The Hatred of a Slain Son, Unfit to Exist Under the Same Sky! Inside the wooden hut of his secluded territory, Wang Ba sat atop his coarse wooden bed, cradling a grotesque creature in his palm. It was an insect with a disturbingly human-like face—the Yin Food Worm mother. Since being extracted, the
Chapter 175: The Ghost Market’s Second Level Canglan City. The City Lord’s Mansion. As Wang Ba drifted down from the sky, City Lord Liu Yaodong’s face instantly contorted into a practiced, sycophantic smile. “Greetings, Senior Shen.” Beneath the pleasantry, however, lay a roiling sea of reverence and dread. Recalling his time following this man felt
Chapter 176: The Art of Yan Sheng The second floor of the Exquisite Ghost Market was a sea of moving figures. Between the tightly packed stalls, Foundation Establishment cultivators moved in a steady stream, many leaning down to whisper inquiries over various wares. Benefiting from the density of the crowd, it wasn’t long before a
Chapter 177: On Beast Taming “Great Yan… Great Jin…” Wang Ba murmured the names under his breath, the syllables heavy with implications he was only beginning to grasp. His knowledge of these realms was sparse, limited to their status as two of the five undisputed overlords of the Wind Descending Continent. The State of Chen,
Chapter 178: The Third-Level Ghost Market Slot “A slot for the third level?” Wang Ba was momentarily stunned. He recalled Liu Yaodong mentioning that above the second level of the Exquisite Ghost Market lay a third, more exclusive tier. It served as a grand nexus, gathering elite cultivators from every corner of the Wind Descending
Chapter 179: The Hundred Questions Tower Standing before the stall, Wang Ba stared at Tang Ji’s cryptic smile. A sudden, jolting realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. Could he be… He stole a glance at Tang Ji’s youthful features, then turned back toward the palace where the brocade-robed elder stood. The more he
Chapter 180: Failure Inside the Hundred Questions Tower, Wang Ba sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, his mind momentarily blank. The question posed by the illusory elder had struck a definitive blind spot in his knowledge: the Third Rank. Thanks to the neglected archives of the Myriad Beast Department and his own relentless scavenging for
Chapter 181: Spirit Poultry Advancement! At the periphery of the Sword Billow Garrison. Within the confines of his allocated territory, inside a humble wooden hut, Wang Ba sat cross-legged on his bed. He stared at the jade slip containing the Primordial Dual Polarity Art, his mind still struggling to process his luck. He had entirely
Chapter 182: Cunning Plunder and Forcible Seizure Inside the wooden hut. Wang Ba’s expression grew pensive. He remembered Bai Yu mentioning that Cheng Shu was on the verge of breeding a second-grade Top Grade Spirit Poultry. Once successful, Lu Yuansheng would appoint him as the sole breeder, instantly revoking the protections sheltering Wang Ba and
Chapter 183: “Hundred Lives Soul-Desecrating Curse” At the entrance of the bookstore. Wang Ba stood perfectly still, his gaze dark and unfathomable as it locked onto Bao An. Standing between them was Alpha-Fifteen. Though the rooster was noticeably leaner than a few days prior, its second-grade High Grade aura had only intensified. The beast radiated
Chapter 184: Return to the East Saint Garrison! Sword Billow Garrison. The sky was still a bruised, pre-dawn gray, yet silhouettes of Qi Refining cultivators already crowded the teleportation array. They stood starkly divided: Heavenly Gate Sect disciples in their distinct crimson and black robes on one side, and unorthodox cultivators clustered on the other.
Chapter 185: Reaching an Agreement Master? Wang Ba’s expression remained perfectly blank, but his heart slammed against his ribs. Within the Qian Dong Hall, there was only one person these human puppet guards would ever refer to as ‘Master.’ And it certainly wasn’t Bai Yu. The true identity of the man waiting inside was dreadfully
Chapter 186: Spirit-Entrusting Candle Completed Wang Ba’s figure blurred into a streak of light, tearing across the sky above the mountain valleys and the sprawling market. Within moments, he touched down beside the familiar shores of the South Lake. Bu Chan was already waist-deep in the spirit fields. Catching sight of Wang Ba descending, she
Chapter 187: Fifth from the Bottom At the sole checkpoint leading out of the Eastern Sage Sect’s garrison, the rugged ravines and jagged gullies had been brutally crushed flat by high-tier techniques, forming a massive, barren staging ground. Cultivators streamed into the clearing. Today was deployment day for the Heavenly Gate Sect. Having received their
Chapter 188: Sudden Storm! The rugged mountains, winding rivers, and desolate terrain blurred past them in a rapid streak of colors. Wang Ba kept his Divine Sense fully extended, scanning the perimeter for any trace of the Heavenly Gate Sect’s enemies while entirely ignoring the devastated landscape below. What were once majestic peaks and sprawling,
Chapter 189: Hell on Earth Even during the chaotic flurry of the skirmish, Wang Ba’s mind had remained analytical. He had noticed something distinctly wrong about the ambusher’s fighting style. The man hadn’t deployed the ‘Yin Ghosts’ that were the signature weapons of the Incense Burner Path’s Yin Spirit lineage, nor had he utilized any
Chapter 190: Li Canghai! Staring at the butchered, mutilated torso pinned to the boulder, Meng felt his mind go blank. He couldn’t believe his own eyes. Wang Ba, noticing the specific corpse Meng had frozen on, walked over, his expression tight with shock. Sweeping his Divine Sense over the ruin, Wang Ba stood back up,
Chapter 191: Always Keep a Trump Card In Wang Ba’s cold estimation, the square-faced Incense Burner Path zealot barking insults at him didn’t feel significantly more dangerous than True Cultivator Lin. Of course, Wang Ba wasn’t foolish enough to drop his guard. The cultivation world was overflowing with masters of stealth and psychotic pragmatists who
Chapter 192: Withered Soul Seeding Method In that razor-thin margin between life and death, Li Canghai managed to conjure a single technique barrier, shoving his Yin Ghost in front of him as a meat shield. Simultaneously, the Tier 2 Top Grade defensive Magical Artifact on his body erupted into a blinding corona! But the incoming
Chapter 193: Qianyu Lake Chess Player! Staring at the Withered Soul Seeding Method in his hands, a terrifying idea sparked in Wang Ba’s mind. What if I used this spell on my own Spirit Poultry? He possessed a massive flock of combat-capable spirit beasts—Spirit Poultry, spirit turtles, and Psychic Ghost Loaches. However, as their biological
Chapter 194: An Unexpected Person “So, if we want to return to the Eastern Sage Sect garrison, our only option is to retrace our exact path?” Wang Ba asked, his expression grim. He was addressing Meng and the two other Heavenly Gate Sect survivors he had just violently extracted from the kill-zone. Hearing Wang Ba’s
Chapter 195: Five Elements Spells On the jagged slopes of Wangfeng Mountain. Deep within the frantic ranks of the Rogue Cultivators, Shen Fu was drowning. He pushed his Qi to its absolute limit, desperately parrying the relentless, suffocating bombardment from the Incense Burner Path zealots. His heart, however, was plummeting into an icy abyss. He
Chapter 196: Mountain Collapse! The newcomer wore ordinary robes, his features entirely forgettable. The intensity of his aura felt even weaker than Shen Fu’s own. Yet, this was the man Shen Fu had agonized over during their years of separation—his Senior Brother, Wang Ba. Seeing Wang Ba, Shen Fu’s face became a chaotic spectacle of
Chapter 197: Change! (Five Thousand Character Chapter) The third-grade Magical Artifact had been flawlessly responsive a breath ago, yet now it hung completely dead in Zheng Yuanhua’s mental grip. A jolt of alarm spiked through him. His head snapped up, his gaze locking onto the black-robed cultivator standing beside the fisherman. The youth was staring
Chapter 198: Long Cry! “An innate minor supernatural power?” Shen Fu echoed internally, his mind struggling to grasp the concept. Within his Spiritual Terrace, Old Demon Jiang sensed his confusion and offered a rare, begrudging explanation. “Innate minor supernatural powers are entirely divorced from standard spells. They are profound, bizarre abilities that warp the very
Chapter 199: Meteorite Flame Red Gold Iron “Zheng Yuanhua’s Storage Ring?!” Wang Ba’s heart gave a violent thump. He instantly swept the ring into his own storage space. With the immediate threat gone, he rushed to check on the Earth Ape King. To his immense relief, while the flesh on the ape’s right arm had
Chapter 200: Master Ear A desolate, windswept mountain. “Cough, cough… you really want to bleed me dry, don’t you?!” Shen Fu stood perfectly still, turning the bloody Storage Ring over in his hand. He listened to the weak, eerie voice echoing within his Spiritual Terrace, his expression carved from ice. “I don’t care. I made
Chapter 201: The Beginning of Confession! Inside the subterranean secret chamber. Zheng Yuanhua’s expression contorted violently, a chaotic storm of panic, rage, and cold calculation raging behind his eyes. Finally, he gritted his teeth, infused his Qi into a communication Talisman, and crushed it. Moments later, a russet-robed cultivator hurried into the chamber. Upon seeing
Chapter 202: The Battle Begins! (Five Thousand More) “They’ve started fighting?” Wang Ba frowned, deeply puzzled. When had the Heavenly Gate Sect and the Incense Burner Path ever been at peace? “This time is different. This time, even Li Canghai has perished in battle!” the fisherman shook his head solemnly. Hearing this, Wang Ba was
Chapter 203: Five Sects Jade Emperor Peak. The undisputed apex of the State of Chen. Piercing the heavens at over eighty thousand feet, it held the majestic title of the nation’s paramount pillar. Dominating the eastern mountain ranges, a Golden Core True Person standing at its summit could take in more than half the State
Chapter 204: Seed Transformation The Thousand Spirit Tree was an absolute necessity for First and Second Rank spirit-refining cultivators. It provided a direct, highly potent channel to supplement and elevate soul power. In the current era, following the catastrophic fall of the Yin Spirit, it was one of the very few effective methods left for
Chapter 205: Tribulation Transcendence “Sect Leader Ji, are you absolutely certain Ning Daohuan has abandoned his post?” Outside the perimeter of the Eastern Sage Sect’s ancestral garrison, a congregation of Golden Core True Persons materialized silently in the clouds. The sparse handful of low-level Heavenly Gate Sect disciples remaining inside the garrison went about their
Chapter 206: Annihilation One hundred and fifty miles south of the Eastern Sage Sect’s garrison. Deep within a desolate, rocky wasteland, a concealment Formation hummed quietly. Shen Fu sat with his eyes closed, regulating his breathing. A few paces away, Wang Ba held the chunk of Meteorite Flame Red Gold Iron, meticulously attempting to forge
Chapter 207: The Ring Wherever the eye could see, devastation reigned. The once verdant hills, the shimmering lakes, the bustling marketplaces, and the quiet residences… all of it was gone. It was as if a catastrophic natural disaster had violently scoured the earth, leaving nothing but shattered walls and collapsed, smoldering ruins. If one were
Chapter 208: Transforming Demonic into Righteous Wind Descending Continent. Southwest Sector. A boundless, stinking expanse of black swamp stretched to the horizon. Deep within the muck, the geometric lines of a massive, hidden teleportation array flared to life. A figure stepped out of the blinding light. Dressed in immaculate black robes, his features were handsome
Chapter 209: Penalty “You deliberately transferred to the Sword Billow Garrison just to breed this single block of Hundred Fragrance Bee wax?” Wang Ba gently pinched the pale yellow, translucent chunk of wax between two fingers. Holding it up to the sun, he could just barely make out a few microscopic impurities trapped within the
Chapter 210: The Final Transaction Lu Yuansheng was no longer at the Eastern Sage Garrison. However, what set Wang Ba on edge was that Bai Yu wasn’t flying him toward Zhongyuan City either. Wang Ba stared at Bai Yu’s back, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. A cold spike of paranoia pierced his heart. He covertly
Chapter 211: Come! Zhongyuan City. Once a city of mortals, it had been transformed since the war between the Heavenly Gate Sect and the Incense Path began. Heavenly Gate Sect cultivators had completely refitted its walls, reforging them with precious Mysterious Iron. Dense layers of Fortified Armor Talismans were plastered across the walls, personally replaced
Chapter 212: Escape Zhongyuan City. Inside a newly constructed palace. The once-silent halls were now populated by numerous figures, among them several Golden Core True Masters whose presence lent a heavy weight to the air. All eyes were fixed on the center of the room. There, Ning Daohuan, the Sect Master of the Heavenly Gate
Chapter 213: Life, A Game of Chess “A brilliant move, Senior Brother Bei…” At the Eastern Sage Garrison, outside the newly rebuilt Qiandong Hall. Lu Yuansheng, his complexion still a touch pale, sat on a stone stool before a Go board. He pinched a black stone between his fingers, his brow furrowed in concentration. The
Chapter 214: Young Talents The Eastern Sage Sect stronghold. High in the air, the blue-robed cultivator’s furious question echoed. The surrounding Golden Core Masters, sensing the palpable danger, immediately went on high alert. Ning Daohuan’s eyes narrowed to slits, an inscrutable glint flashing within them. His tone turned several degrees colder. “May I ask who
Chapter 215: Battle! “What is the meaning of this, Fellow Daoist Zhu?” Wang Ba’s voice was low, his expression hardening as he faced Zhu Ziji, who barred his path. Poised on his flying magical artifact, Zhu Ziji hovered in mid-air, hands clasped behind his back. He surveyed Wang Ba from above, a look of amused
Chapter 216: The Investigation Atop the highest peak of the Eastern Sage Garrison, within its grand pavilion. Staring at the two completely extinguished Spirit-Hosting Bamboo Slips in his hand, Ning Daohuan felt the muscles in his face twitch violently. He had just praised Zhu Ziji for surviving countless battles, only to have his words thrown
Chapter 217: True Colors “This… Zhu Ziji caused all of this?” Gazing down at the scene of utter devastation, the old man gasped, his face a mask of shock. For the first time, the young Daoist surnamed Bei wore a solemn expression. He had a sinking feeling that he had been far too quick to
Chapter 218: Parting Northern Great Yan. High above Canglan City. A streak of light tore through the distant sky, hovering for a fraction of a second before plummeting into the city below like a swallow diving into a forest. At the exact same moment, within the city lord’s mansion, Shen Fu’s spine stiffened. He whipped
Chapter 219: The Final Curtain for the Heavenly Gate Sect! The divine statue was a titan of stone, its form majestic and imposing. Lu Yuansheng soared through the clouds, finally landing upon one of the statue’s massive, outstretched palms. Far above, he could vaguely discern a figure seated high atop its head, enthroned in the
Chapter 220: Changyi Gathering The State of Yan. Southeast, Baiyun Ping. This vast flatland sat at the junction of three of the four great sects: Huifeng Valley, Danlong Gate, and the Xuli Sect. Baiyun Ping boasted fertile plains stretching for thousands of miles, dotted with no shortage of mortal cities. On this day, just as
Chapter 221: Nine Years of Gains and Losses “Nine years…” Wang Ba studied his reflection in the water mirror. His features were unchanged, but a certain weight, a quiet steeliness, had settled in his gaze. A quiet sigh escaped him. After fleeing the Heavenly Gate Sect, he and Bu Chan had eventually found their way
Chapter 222: The Rogue Cultivator Encampment In the quiet room, the azure smoke from a stick of ‘Cave Spirit Condensing Incense’ rose in a perfectly straight line, thick and unwavering. Wang Ba, seated cross-legged on the ‘Clear Spirit Jade Mat’, took a gentle breath. The wisp of fragrant smoke flowed leisurely into his nostrils. He
Chapter 223: A Second-Grade Culinary Artifact “The entire demonic sect is empty? You’re talking about the Heavenly Gate Sect? How is that possible?” “Exactly! I heard there’s a Nascent Soul True Lord in that sect. For a powerhouse that large, who could possibly have the means to infiltrate it? How could it just vanish into
Chapter 224: Bu Chan’s Foundation Establishment “If Fellow Daoist Shen intends to return to Baiyun Ping, why not wait two days? We can travel together and look out for one another,” the Artifact Refiner surnamed Li offered as he finished refining the second-grade Spirit Chef equipment. Over their half-month of interaction, Wang Ba had found
Chapter 225: Missing Wang Ba woke to an empty bed. The faint, crisp scent of vegetation wafted through the air, distinct and refreshing, instantly lifting his spirits. Rising, he peered through the window lattice. Outside, Bu Chan was already preparing breakfast, casually swatting away Bo Li as the little creature repeatedly swooped down to steal
Chapter 226: The Wake-Up Call “Second-rank alchemists? Missing?” Wang Ba’s heart gave a violent lurch. He instantly recalled the frantic rumors circulating the insect market in the Rogue Cultivator settlement. “When did this happen?” he pressed. “Wasn’t the Hundred Pill Society hosting an event near Lingbi City recently?” “They vanished the day after the gathering
Chapter 227: Huifeng Valley The morning light was faint, barely piercing the lingering night mist. A subtle streak of light flashed across the horizon, tearing through the quiet sky. Suddenly, the light hit an invisible wall and jerked to a halt above a sprawling expanse of undulating hills. A figure whose features were completely obscured
Chapter 228: The List “Senior Brother Feng!” “Martial Uncle!” A heavy curtain of mist slowly settled from the sky. Drawn by the commotion, a group of Huifeng Valley disciples hurried over. Grounded by the effects of the secondary Anti-Flight Talisman, they were forced to sprint the rest of the way. They found the round-faced, middle-aged
Chapter 229: Search “Dispelling rumors?” Inside the teahouse, the hum of gossip and the clinking of teacups came to an abrupt halt. The speaker was a middle-aged Rogue Cultivator at the seventh or eighth layer of Qi Refining. However, judging by the Top Grade defensive Magical Artifact he wore, his pockets were much deeper than
Chapter 230: Besieged, Self-Rescue Bu Chan’s absolute serenity caught the Xuli Sect cultivators off guard. Faced with her unflinching gaze, their overbearing arrogance involuntarily dialed back a notch. “We suspect foreign Demonic Cultivators have infiltrated the area. We are under orders to search the premises. Step aside,” the lead cultivator demanded. A perfectly timed flicker
Chapter 231: Human Bag “Junior Brother Yin.” “Here!” the long-faced cultivator responded promptly. Senior Brother Feng’s expression was dead serious. “Return to the valley immediately. Report this personally and ensure an Elder is dispatched!” “Request an Elder?” Junior Brother Yin blinked in surprise. “In recent years, the Xuli Sect has reaped massive profits trading with
Chapter 232: Three Parties Converge “Who goes there?!” The Xuli Sect disciples forming the perimeter snapped their heads toward the horizon. Wang Tang spun around, his genial mask slipping, while Junior Brother Xu halted mid-air, eyes narrowed. A blinding streak of light tore through the clouds, whistling with immense kinetic force. Just as it breached
Chapter 233: Frequent Surprises “Shen Fu… he is Master Shen Fu?!” Following Wen Yong’s respectful gaze, the cultivators stared at the unremarkable, middle-aged man standing casually outside his hut. His clothes and features were entirely indistinguishable from the masses of struggling Rogue Cultivators. Disbelief flashed through their eyes. To a cultivator, physical beauty meant little;
Chapter 234: Scram Clack… Clack… Clack… Accompanied by the rhythmic, heavy sound of horse hooves, the horizon split open, bleeding magnificent, rosy clouds across the sky. Under the bewildered, terrified gazes of the crowd, the clouds unfurled like a royal carpet. A grand carriage descended, treading upon the very air. Feng Bao’s eyesight was exceptional.
Chapter 235: The Gao Prince Just a single, airy syllable. Devoid of any surging Qi. Yet, True Lord Yan’s eyes snapped wide, the blood draining from his face. The entity inside the carriage… was a female cultivator? In that fleeting second, a terrifying realization of her identity struck him like a physical blow. “You are
Chapter 236: The Secret of the Golden Core “Assassinate Shen Fu…” The words hung in the cavernous gloom of the cave abode, swallowed by a suffocating silence. After a prolonged stretch of time, the Xuli Sect Leader’s voice finally echoed—hollow, entirely devoid of joy or sorrow. “Explain your reasoning.” “Yes.” Wang Tang hurriedly bowed, his
Chapter 237: Upper Three Grades “To forge an Upper Three Grades Golden Core… I never anticipated such a maddening ordeal.” The single, flickering flame in the meditation room cast long, cinematic shadows across the cold stone walls. In this dark, high-contrast gloom, Wang Ba sat alone, his fingers methodically tracing the grain of a small
Chapter 238: The Spirit Chow Dispute “The Xuli Sect?” A deep crease formed between Wang Ba’s brows as he stared at the transmission talisman. Over the past six months, the three major Sects hadn’t caused him a shred of trouble. On the contrary, every Sect cultivator he encountered—even the Golden Core True Persons—treated him with
Chapter 239: No Ordinary Visitors Wang Ba had no time for deliberation. He shot out of the meditation room. With a sweep of his sleeve, he stored away the vast majority of the spirit beasts on the grassland, along with the entire poultry farm. After confirming that nothing had been missed, he deactivated the formation.
Chapter 240: Killing Three Birds with One Stone With practiced efficiency, Wang Ba swept his spirit beasts back into their enclosures. The fluid motion had become second nature, a reflex honed by sheer paranoia. Beside him, Bu Chan ceased her spellcasting drills and meticulously collapsed the portable spirit field. Only after verifying their courtyard was
Chapter 241: Coercion “Elder Zhuang, Elder Yan, Elder Zhang…” Wang Ba stood at the doorway, a broad, welcoming smile masking his inner vigilance. “What favorable wind brings such esteemed guests to my humble threshold?” The typically bustling street had been entirely emptied, leaving only a dozen cultivators from the three major sects standing before him.
Chapter 242: Meeting Tang Ji Again Xuli Sect. Emerald peaks pierced the clouds like clustered swords. Within the grand palace crowning the highest summit, Sect Leader Lin Boyue sat in quiet authority. “Are those Zhang Tailai’s exact words?” Lin Boyue’s gaze swept over Zhuang Yi and Wang Tang, who stood respectfully below. “Did Zhu Rong
Chapter 243: Curse Killing “Little Tang? Are you there? Why the silence?” Senior Brother Yao’s aged, raspy voice crackled from the communication stone once more. Tang Ji stiffened, holding his breath, not daring to make a sound. Why did I have to attract this old bastard? he cursed inwardly. The voice sounded frail, but the
Chapter 244: Perish “It’s Zhang Tailai.” Wang Ba reacted instantly. He gave himself a quick once-over, ensuring nothing was out of place, before stepping forward to open the door. There were no cultivators from the three major sects outside, only Zhang Tailai. Reeking of smoke, he rushed inside, his face etched with tension. Seeing Wang
Chapter 245: Turmoil “Your cultivation, Fellow Daoist?” “Late-stage Foundation Establishment.” “Any proficiency in the Hundred Arts?” “…Must I register that as well?” “Of course. With Cultivators of the Faith Path potentially lurking about, it’s a necessary precaution for your own safety. You must register truthfully.” “This… very well. I have some small skill in artifact
Chapter 246: Cooperation Inside Wang Ba’s mansion. The Quiet Room. Wang Ba, Yuan Wenzhi, and Zhang Tailai sat facing one another. After serving the tea, Bu Chan quietly slipped out, gently closing the door behind her. “Senior Yuan, you have endured a grueling journey on my behalf!” Wang Ba rose to his feet, bowing deeply
Chapter 247: Breaking the Formation Yong’an City. “Fellow Daoist Shen, please,” Zhuang Yi said, a warm smile plastering his face as he gestured toward the door. Wang Ba’s gaze swept over the cultivators from the three major Sects gathered outside. Their expressions varied, but the sight made his heart sink. The joint operation against the
Chapter 248: Zhang Daobai A gale-force wind shrieked through the valley. The sky above the Spirit Suppressing Palace was completely blotted out by an apocalyptic fireworks display. Countless techniques, roaring Magical Artifacts, and blazing Talismans collided in mid-air, their combined luminescence outshining the midday sun. Below, the Foundation Establishment cultivators of both sides were locked
Chapter 249: Dying with Unclosed Eyes On the high platform. Wang Ba felt an uncontrollable, magnetic yearning pulsing from the temple within his Spiritual Platform. Driven by the overwhelming desire, despite knowing the severe risk it posed in the middle of a battlefield, he couldn’t stop himself from silently issuing the command once more: Come!
Chapter 250: Life and Death, Never Abandoned High above the clouds. For ten thousand miles, not a single wisp of vapor marred the endless blue sky. A streak of light tore across the horizon, erratic and frantic. It was Yuan Wenzhi. He had hijacked Wang Ba with a localized pulse of Magic Power and was
[SUMMARY_START] Enraged by Bu Chan’s injuries, Wang Ba unleashes a devastating twenty-spell combo against Yuan Wenzhi. When the duel ends in a stalemate, Wang Ba summons his entire army of spirit beasts to overwhelm and devour his foe, before collapsing as reinforcements arrive. [SUMMARY_END] [STORY_START] Chapter 251: Fight to the Death! From high above, the
Chapter 252: New Member “Whoosh!” “Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!” The clear, melodious chime of a sword constantly echoed in Wang Ba’s ears. Stirred by the sound, Wang Ba groggily forced his eyes open. Suddenly, memory flooded back. His eyes went wide. “Bu Chan!” He bolted upright. He found himself lying in a newly constructed, yet incredibly
Chapter 253: Surprise “My path has been rather straightforward, far less thrilling than yours, Junior Brother.” By the tranquil lakeside, Zhao Feng shook his head. Countless sword shadows crisscrossed behind him, cutting through the air with soft hums. He looked at Wang Ba, his eyes filled with profound emotion. “You have already surpassed me by
Chapter 254: Dilemma “Your wife is pregnant?” Zhao Feng turned to Wang Ba, his usually stoic face breaking into a wide, joyous smile. “Congratulations, Junior Brother.” Wang Ba, however, was paralyzed. A chaotic storm of absolute shock, euphoric joy, and profound bewilderment crashed through his mind. “This… how is this possible?” They had been Dao
Chapter 255: Strength “So this was your foothold in the Yan Kingdom, Junior Brother?” Hovering high in the clouds, Zhao Feng looked down at the sprawling footprint of Yong’an City with mild curiosity. Wang Ba nodded, a hint of nostalgia coloring his tone. “Yes. Originally, it was nothing more than a chaotic shantytown for Rogue
Chapter 256: Heavenly Tribulation, Alpha-Seventeen’s Ambition Inside the fractured third-grade defensive Formation. On the grassy plains, Wang Ba gently lowered the Earth Ape King’s arm. His lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Your recovery is progressing smoothly. You should be ready to absorb the third-grade inner core now.” “Xi!” The Earth Ape King chittered happily,
Chapter 257: Infusion Alpha-Fifteen snapped his eyes open, breaking from his cultivation trance. A cold prickle of paranoia washed over him as he scanned his surroundings. For some inexplicable reason, he felt exposed, as if an invisible gaze was locked onto him. He soon realized his instincts were dead on. Alpha-Seventeen? Alpha-Fifteen’s gaze zeroed in
Chapter 258: Dispute The temporary shelter where Wang Ba and Zhao Feng currently resided wasn’t far from Huifeng Valley, but it was even closer to Baiyun Ping. After a moment’s consideration, Wang Ba left a teleportation array plate at the shelter, entrusting Zhao Feng to stand guard. He then tore through the sky alone, heading
Chapter 259: Despair Stepping out of the Teleportation array, Wang Ba couldn’t help but survey his surroundings with genuine curiosity. The State of Yan was vast, and the geographical divide between the north and south was stark. The topography here in the northeast was a violent contrast to the serene beauty of Baiyun Ping in
Chapter 260: Third-Order Wu Ape King Within the cold, desolate great hall. Lin Boyue’s Divine Sense swept across the oppressive silence like a scythe. His face was a mask of glacial fury. “Hiding your head and burying your tail! How dare you trespass and boast so shamelessly in my domain!” With a violent snap of
Chapter 261: Xuan Dragon Dao Soldiers “With these third-order Spirit Beast Rings, I can finally promote Alpha-Fifteen and the flock!” Inside the opulent side room of the mansion the Gao Prince had gifted Tang Ji, Wang Ba gazed at his newly acquired treasures, a rare spark of genuine joy igniting in his chest. However, his
Chapter 262: The War Begins In the sealed aquatic holding pool, the water boiled with a violently churning, bloody light. Countless pitch-black shadows whipped through the water in a chaotic frenzy! Wang Ba’s eyesight was extraordinary. Piercing the murky, turbulent surface, he watched in morbid fascination as the Psychic Ghost Loaches abandoned all instinct for
Chapter 263: Five Dragons Golden Lock Array BOOM! A deafening explosion shattered Lin Boyue’s meditation, violently jarring him from his closed-door cultivation. His heart skipped a beat. He surged up from his cushion and blurred across the grand hall, materializing instantly in the courtyard outside. Dozens of elite disciples were already swarming the courtyard, their
Chapter 264: Ignite! The sky over Yanqiao Pass was rapidly darkening. Within the fortified inner sanctum of the Gao Prince’s secondary estate, Li Xiangyun sat cross-legged on a pale jade cushion. Her complexion was slightly drawn, bearing the exhaustion of her recent battle. Wang Ba and Zhao Feng stood respectfully at the foot of the
Chapter 265: Well Moon Body “GAO PRINCE CONSORT… COME OUT AND DIE!!” The coarse, gravelly voice of the Chi Po commander ripped through the sky above Yanqiao Pass, vibrating with such dense kinetic force it rattled the very foundations of the fortress. Simultaneously. Inside the city walls. Within the primary Spirit Chow storefront owned by
Chapter 266: Blood Rain “Senior Brother, what do you think?” Wang Ba, standing at the doorway, watched the Golden Core female cultivator from the Gao Prince Mansion leave in a hurry. He couldn’t help but turn to Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng was formed from the Tongming Sword Heart being implanted into a Soul Nurturing Pearl.
Chapter 267: Drawing the Carved Bow Like a Full Moon! Moonlight shifted over the courtyard, cutting through the shadows. The fourth-order defensive Formation erected by Tang Ji separated the estate from the outside world, creating two entirely different realities. Outside the barrier, the sounds of apocalyptic battle shook the heavens. The night sky was ablaze
Chapter 268: Formation Breached Time seemed to freeze. At this exact microsecond, even the howling winds of the battlefield stagnated. The Fire Eater commander who had just incinerated the Gao Prince—hovering dangerously close to Wang Ba’s firing trajectory—was the absolute first to sense the apocalyptic shift in the atmosphere. He snapped his head toward the
Chapter 269: Yao Invincible (End of Volume) The blood rain abruptly ceased. The howling winds fell dead silent. Below, the thousands upon thousands of frenzied spirit beasts that had been rampaging through the city suddenly slammed their bodies against the cobblestones. They prostrated themselves in absolute, shivering submission, as if an apex predator of incomprehensible
Chapter 270: Sect The second floor of the Exquisite Ghost Market. Within the side hall of the Hundred Questions Tower, Wang Ba sat cross-legged on a woven prayer mat. Directly across from him sat the ethereal phantom of the grey-haired elder he had encountered during his initial assessment. At this moment, the phantom’s eyes were
Chapter 271: The Path of Myriad Laws “Wanxiang Sect?” Wang Ba tasted the name on his tongue. It wasn’t a particularly flashy or renowned title. Among the many sects he had encountered, it sounded remarkably ordinary. Yet, a strange premonition took root in his chest. This name, this place—it felt as though it would cast
Chapter 272: Refining the Second Dantian “While I cannot impart the Path of Myriad Laws to you just yet, making some early preparations won’t hurt.” Out in the desolate wilderness, Yao Wudi sat cross-legged atop a massive boulder. Wang Ba knelt opposite him, hanging onto his every word. More than half a year had passed
Chapter 273: Heavenly Street Wang Ba had visualized the third level of the Exquisite Ghost Market countless times, yet reality stole the breath from his lungs. Stepping out of the teleportation array, the world opened up before him. They stood at the apex of the sky. The entire third level was a Heavenly Street—a sprawling,
Chapter 274: Spirit Mirage Wang Ba had no time to overthink the situation. His gaze was instantly captivated by the scene unfolding before him. Just beyond the teleportation formation stretched a massive stone platform, its weathered surface radiating an aura of ancient, crushing weight. Nearly a hundred cultivators stood upon the platform. Aside from a
Chapter 275: Heart-Inquiry, Appointment Watching the Foundation Establishment cultivators ahead emerge one by one with faces as dark as storm clouds, Wang Ba felt a knot tighten in his chest. Although he trusted his Master and Elder Tang’s judgment, standing on the precipice of judgment made anxiety inevitable. Fortunately, the beaming smile on the Foundation
Chapter 276: Ancestral Hall Guided by a cultivator from the Rende Hall, Wang Ba stepped off the teleportation platform and soared into the sky. The further he flew from the platform, the more the atmosphere shifted. Suddenly, he slammed into an overwhelming concentration of Spiritual Qi that sent violent tremors through his entire body. “What
Chapter 277: Spirit Food Department These two entities truly possess their own independent wills! Sensing the subtle shifts inside and outside the Lingtai Temple within his Sea of Consciousness, Wang Ba’s heart inevitably sank. Long ago, when the three major sects of the Great Yan launched their crusade against the Spirit Suppressing Palace, he had
Chapter 278: Processing the Fierce Beast A rich, intoxicating aroma of wine washed over him, yet Wang Ba’s chest tightened. A sudden, icy sense of foreboding gripped his heart. The old man standing before him had shed every trace of the stumbling drunkard from moments ago. Majestic, stern, and suffocating—the aura of a Nascent Soul
Chapter 279: Myriad Laws as One Wang Ba’s eyelids fluttered open, his vision swimming before he violently jerked upright. His Divine Sense instantly flared outward, sweeping the perimeter like a casting net as his eyes darted taking in his surroundings. He discovered he was lying on the thick, gnarled branch of an ancient tree. Below
Chapter 280: Seeking the Method Outside Shaoyang Mountain, streams of cultivators came and went. Wang Ba hovered in the air a short distance away. Recalling the vast and voluminous Wanxiang Scripture Repository he had just witnessed within Shaoyang Mountain, a sense of awe still lingered in his heart, yet his expression remained heavy. The annual
Chapter 281: Dispute Within his Dantian. A colorless vortex quietly condensed. This was precisely the initial wisp of Myriad Law Primal Qi, naturally born upon stepping into the Novice stage of the Myriad Laws as One Scripture. With its birth, the water, wood, and earth-attribute Magic Power pooling in his primary Dantian was inexorably drawn
Chapter 282: So Embarrassing Wang Ba absentmindedly picked up the four jade slips resting on the stone table, an utterly unbelievable guess blooming in his mind. He immediately picked one up and pressed it against his forehead. As his Divine Sense swept through the ancient text, a look of profound astonishment instantly painted his face.
Chapter 283: Shaoyin Mountain Mission Hall Wanfa Peak. Inside his quarters, Yao Wudi was emptying his Storage Ring, taking stock of his various spiritual materials and artifacts, when a sudden irritation prickled his heart. “Tch… why does it feel like someone is running their mouth about me?” He scowled. “It has to be Ling Weizi
Chapter 284: Beast Peak Wanfa Peak. Wang Ba stood paralyzed, his eyes locked on the exquisite, chillingly detached child in white floating above them. “Master… you’ve been stripped of your post?” He didn’t know if the Wanxiang Sect offered a more lucrative assignment than Guardian of a vassal state. Earning two thousand Merit Points a
Chapter 285: The Appearance of a Genius High above the Three Halls. An ancient, ethereal palace floated, utterly imperceptible to the mortal eye. A child draped in snow-white robes descended silently, alighting before the grand doors. His ancient gaze swept over the structure, his voice cold and detached. “For what reason have you summoned me?”
Chapter 286: Xuanwu Market “Rotation patrol duty?” Wang Ba asked, his curiosity piqued. He had poured all his focus into his cultivation and the Beast Taming Scroll, leaving him woefully ignorant of the Sect’s daily operations. Tian Fu, having served under Wang Ba long enough to recognize this blind spot, quickly explained. “A rotation patrol
Chapter 287: Ghost-Patterned Stone Dragon Lizard Pure Yang Palace. Suspended high above the three great halls, the grand pavilion was steeped in silence. Inside, smoke from Ten-Thousand-Year Auspicious Camphor Incense curled upward from a bronze burner, shifting into myriad ethereal illusions. A Daoist figure sat cross-legged before the drifting smoke, his eyes closed in deep
Chapter 288: Southern Peony City Southern Peony City. A sprawling fortress-city anchoring the southwestern borderlands of the Great Yan Dynasty. Its towering city walls gleamed, recently reinforced and practically brand new. This desolate stretch was one of the few regions where the Great Yan directly bordered the Great Jin Dynasty. Merely a few dozen miles
Chapter 289: Invincible Here “How dare you look down on me!” The Ninth Sacred Son’s heart burned with explosive fury as the behemoth’s gaze swept past him without an ounce of regard. He was a titan among men. Both of them were Nascent Soul masters, yet the Primordial Demon Sect reigned absolute among their peers.
Chapter 290: Spirit Plant Department *Day 1 of cultivating the Ghost Pattern Stone Dragon Lizard: After depositing Lifespan, there was no change, but this is quite normal. I have prepared ample food for it…* *…Day 2: Still no change. Its appetite remains the same.* *…Day 3: Same as above.* *…Day 4: I am somewhat disappointed.
Chapter 291: An Oath to the Inner Demon “Senior Uncle’s injury… could it be that even a Soul Formation cultivator cannot mend it?” Inside the bamboo hut of the Spirit Plant Department, Wang Ba broke the heavy silence. “Soul Formation?” The old farmer scoffed, his voice dripping with bitter irony. “To ask a Soul Formation
Chapter 292: The Sixth Essence Within the Pure Sun Palace. Yao Wudi stood in a dim corner, his face twisted in bitter resentment. He felt as though the tumultuous tides of fate—soaring high only to crash ruthlessly down—had come far too swiftly. He had clearly rendered a great merit, yet he was still being dispatched
Chapter 293: Master Wanfa Peak, small hut. The oil lamp flickered, casting erratic, dancing shadows of the two men against the paper window. Yao Wudi’s usually boisterous face was uncharacteristically solemn as he stared at Wang Ba. Wang Ba met his master’s gaze in silence. The atmosphere grew heavy, thick with unspoken truths. Suddenly, Yao
Chapter 294: Disciple Early morning of the second day. Wang Ba opened his eyes, rising from his meditative trance. His gaze was immediately drawn to the corner of his room. “This is… it laid eggs?” Wang Ba stared at the Ghost-Patterned Stone Dragon Lizard. Although its torso still appeared somewhat bloated, its abdomen had noticeably
Chapter 295: Emergence “The Void-Aspect Turtle Head Inkstone?!” Yao Wudi’s eyes bulged, staring at the artifact resting in his calloused palm. A lifelike ink turtle clung to the edge of the stone, its jaws snapping at the empty air, while rich, viscous ink slowly pooled in the basin. He could instantly feel the profound resonance
Chapter 296: Survivors “A bloodline aberration?” Wang Ba murmured, astonishment coloring his features. He could sense only a single life aura pulsing within the eggshell. Aside from a bloodline aberration, there was no other explanation. “But… how could this be?” Successive Peak Masters of Beast Peak had dedicated their lives to researching and rearing the
Chapter 297: Phoenix Feather Chicken Essence “Let it be known that after the Myriad God Kingdom shattered the Qi Dynasty’s border defenses, they did not press their advantage. Instead, they wheeled south, merging with the remnants of the Incense Path outside the State of Qiao. Bypassing the Great Chu Dynasty’s defensive lines in the Yan
Chapter 298: Recovery Spirit Botany Department. Department Head Ma Shengxu glared resolutely at Cui Daqi and Wang Ba, his face a mask of ironclad stubbornness. “Even if it costs me my dignity, I will absolutely not smear women’s cosmetics on my face!” Wang Ba sighed, attempting a diplomatic intervention. “Uncle-Master Ma, I swear this is
Chapter 299: Popularity “What? Has Senior Brother Ruan’s Five Viscera Peak ever taken in any good disciples?” Ma Shengxu sneered, his tone dripping with cold mockery. The yellow-robed cultivator was momentarily stunned, his face rapidly darkening: “Junior Brother Ma, what is the meaning of this? I was speaking of Yao Wudi’s disciple. When did I
Chapter 300: Earth Element A luminous moon hung high in the night sky. Upon Thick Earth Peak, the exposed loess soil breathed with a dense, heavy Earth Element aura. Though it was the dead of night, the cultivators remained entirely unaffected. Many sat bathed in the moonlight, silently refining the Earth Element Spiritual Qi. While
Chapter 301: The Daily Routine of Hatching Eggs Wang Ba gently pushed aside the fragmented pieces of eggshell. Out of the eight beast eggs, seven had hatched. The last had already lost all traces of its life force. “It seems this one was too weak…” Not every egg hatched in time. Creatures born inherently frail
Chapter 302: Seeking the Method at Golden Peak In the end, relying on the Sect’s resources and years of tempering his Dao heart, he had achieved Soul Formation in one fell swoop. Otherwise, relying solely on one’s own accumulated wealth—unless one possessed a heaven-defying aptitude—breaking through to Soul Formation was an impossible dream. This was
Chapter 303: Initial Success in Metal Element After a brief moment of contemplation, he made his decision and bowed respectfully toward Wei Rong. “Uncle-Master Wei, this disciple… has already mastered it.” He had briefly considered concealing his progress, perhaps retreating to feign a period of arduous study. Upon further reflection, he discarded the notion. Yao
Chapter 304: Cultivation on a Rainy Night The sky hung heavy and dim. Raindrops hammered against the rain-blocking Formation outside the courtyard, shattering into mist. Yet, to Wei Rong, the splatter of water echoed like rolling thunder. In the distance, disciples of the Golden Emperor Peak borrowed the ambient aquatic Spiritual Qi to reverse-refine their
Chapter 305: Daily Ripples This news immediately sent a fierce ripple through the gathered Nascent Soul True Lords below. The Peak Master of Heart Sword Peak was named Xumi, known to the world as the Lone Sword. With naught but his own body and a single blade, he possessed few rivals among his Nascent Soul
Chapter 306: The Egg Incident However, they did not receive the same treatment as Yi San. Looks matter everywhere! Wang Ba sighed softly, then immediately shooed away the two Snow Sun Roosters. Channeling his Magic Power, he gently lifted Yi San. Sure enough, resting in the hay beneath her were several eggs of peculiar coloration.
Chapter 307: Elder Pleads for Mercy Pure Yang Palace. Within the outer courtyard. Tiers of white jade steps cascaded downward like a frozen waterfall. A figure manifested silently within the courtyard, appearing as though he had stepped out from the very air. The instant he materialized, several shadows tore free from the void, instantly encircling
Chapter 308: The Hand-Raising Incident Qu Shentong spoke again, “We might as well settle this with a show of hands. Those who agree to delay Wang Ba’s deployment by two months, raise your hand. Those who oppose, keep them down.” “Including myself, exactly thirty-five of us are gathered here. If the majority raises their hands,
Chapter 309: Spirit Poultry Trouble Ling Weizi finally spoke: “Cultivate the technique within the jade slip once for me to see.” “Ah?” Wang Ba froze in surprise. Though profound confusion swirled in his heart, he immediately recalled the Green Emperor Divine Seed Art and attempted to circulate his Qi according to its esoteric lore. Yet,
Chapter 310: Haggling “The Taiyi True Fire Art?” Ling Weizi’s brows knit into a deep scowl. “You have cultivated this path?” Hu Zaixi hastily shook his head. “I have not. I do not belong to the Myriad Laws lineage…” “Then seek out Chi Liequan. Why bring this to my Azure Wood Peak?” Ling Weizi rebuked
Chapter 311: Fleeing Chickens and Shattered Eggs Drawing upon his experience cultivating the modified True Sun Wutu Scripture and the Green Emperor Divine Seed Art, he found himself unable to articulate the profound principles behind his adjustments. Yet, his Dao Heart naturally resonated with the changes, finding them far more harmonious with his physique. His
Chapter 312: Record of Magic Power Loss of Control However, the loss of control in Wang Ba’s Magic Power was extremely severe. Su Cheng dared not delay. Without a second thought, he mobilized his own Magic Power, piercing through Wang Ba’s flesh to directly suppress his Dantian. In that fleeting moment, the absolute tyranny of
Chapter 313: Self-Modified Technique “Even if Chi Liequan descended in person, whatever modifications he made to the Taiyi Fire True Art might not surpass the fruits of our deduction.” Hu Zaixi gazed at the jade slip resting in his palm, thoroughly satisfied. A rare glint of pride also touched Ling Weizi’s weathered features. Though this
Chapter 314: Cultivation Technique Modification He could not help but cast another glance at Ling Weizi, only to find the elder’s gaze already fixed upon him. A profound, mutual shock mirrored in both their eyes. Oblivious to the silent exchange, Wang Ba bowed respectfully. “What matter brings the two Uncle-Masters here? Are there instructions for
Chapter 315: On the Eve of the Dao Inquiry “Disciple Xi Wushang of Chunyuan Peak requests an audience with the Peak Master.” A figure with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, resembling a chivalrous hero from the mortal world, stood before Divine Show Peak, his voice ringing clear. Within Divine Show Peak, a brief silence was
Chapter 316: The Dao Inquiry Grand Assembly Sweeping his Divine Sense across the surroundings, the joyful expressions radiating from the myriad cultivators gave him a surreal, trancelike feeling. Counting on his fingers, forty or fifty years had passed since he last experienced such a rare, festive atmosphere. The last time he felt this way was
Chapter 317: Queuing for the Dao Inquiry “Everyone, the Dao Inquiry combat has begun.” High above the Wanxiang Sect, within Tianyuan Hall, one of the three great halls. Tianyuan Hall was the grandest of the three. Inside, nine gilded coiling dragon pillars supported the towering ceiling. At this moment, Lü Zhuangmei, the Hall Master of
Chapter 318: Before the Hundred Questions Tower Although somewhat arrogant and proud, his mind was relatively simple and straightforward, devoid of any underhanded schemes. “Uncle-Master Qi has shown me considerable grace. Junior Brother Mo is his personal disciple. Since I have never found an opportunity to repay Uncle-Master Qi’s kindness, perhaps…” Looking at Mo Qi
Chapter 319: The First Place Shocker At the exact moment Wang Ba set foot upon the Golden Core staircase. Inside the Five Elements Department, the atmosphere was slightly clamorous with the buzz of conversing cultivators. Qi Yan, having personally overseen the construction of the Beast Taming Hundred Questions Tower, instantly sensed a resonance in the
Chapter 320: Merit Points Obtained He also took the opportunity to observe the alchemy Dao discourse. Unlike the Beast Taming or Spirit Food Hundred Questions Tower, the alchemy discourse not only featured illusory manifestations inside the tower, but also live pill refining outside. This was a rare opportunity for cultivators of the myriad arts to
Chapter 321: Bloodline Identification Beast Peak. Within Qi Yan’s residence. “After receiving the esoteric lore compiled by generations of Beast Peak Seniors regarding the Ghost-Patterned Stone Dragon Lizard from Uncle-Master, this disciple spent a long time deducing how to facilitate its breakthrough… I concluded that the only way to unravel the mysteries of its bloodline
Chapter 322: Master and Disciple Bickering He saw Mo Qi’s face twisted with a volatile mix of unwillingness and raw agitation. The bitter grievances festering within him over these past few days finally breached his emotional dam, erupting in a violent surge. “Master! I refuse to accept this!” “He only broke through to the third-tier
Chapter 323: Behind the Mission Within the grand hall, the sonorous voice calling out names echoed once more. “…Pure Origin Peak’s Golden Core disciple, Xi Wushang, is ordered to proceed to the southern coastline of the West Sea State, patrolling the expanse from Dao Hai Town to Cloud Swaying Valley…” Xi Wushang froze in his
Chapter 324: Uncle-Masters Give Gifts Immediately, without granting Wang Ba a single breath to politely decline, they soared into the heavens. Watching their retreating silhouettes, Wang Ba felt a profound complexity stirring in his chest. In truth, his initial approach toward these Uncle-Masters had been driven purely by necessity and the cold calculus of future
Chapter 325: First Journey to the West Sea “Is everyone accounted for?” The loud inquiry echoed through the crisp early morning air outside the Mission Hall of Shaoyin Mountain. A sect steward stood on the steps, his gaze sweeping over the gathered crowd. Beside the steward, Xi Wushang also surveyed the disciples. His eyes lingered
Chapter 326: The Strange Journey Through the Earth Veins “…Senior Uncle? Senior Uncle Wang?” Gazing absentmindedly through the cloud ship’s crystal window, Wang Ba looked down at the unfamiliar smattering of villages and towns below… when an unfamiliar voice suddenly broke his reverie. He quickly turned his head. Standing nearby was a cultivator clad in
Chapter 327: Sword Light and the West Sea Wang Ba peered downward, realizing they had just emerged from a subterranean river hidden deep within a mountain ravine. The group abandoned the Iron Manta Ray Boat, riding the wind to take flight. They soared for hundreds of miles without pause before a mid-sized city finally appeared
Chapter 328: Senior Brother Arrives As the severed head crumbled into fine ash, the crimson light below abruptly stagnated before plummeting toward the earth. “Hmm?” Xi Wushang and Ji Yuan shifted their gazes into the distance, their eyes narrowing with guarded vigilance. The preceding sword strike had been terrifyingly swift. Coupled with their focus on
Chapter 329: All Methods and Arts, Only Seeking Longevity “Are you still thinking about causing trouble for Wang Ba?” “I’m telling you, extinguish that thought right now!” Xi Wushang’s voice rang in his ears once more. Looking at Xi Wushang’s stern expression, Liang Zhongkang frowned in confusion. “Martial Uncle, I just wanted to…” “Don’t even
Chapter 330: Meeting of the Three Sects Wang Ba had gathered as much from the rumors drifting through the Xuanwu Market. It all aligned reasonably well. The two factions took the opportunity to exchange greetings and appraise one another. “I am Mu Guishou, an eighty-third generation disciple of the Canglong Jing lineage…” After a brief
Chapter 331: Searching for a Blade in the Treasure Vault “Eighty-third generation disciple Mu Guishou volunteers to slaughter the rogue cultivators of the two continents!” “Eighty-fourth generation…” “Immortal Food Peak…” “Thousand Stream Peak…” “Qin Clan’s Qin Lingxiao…” Voices echoed through the hall, rising and falling in a fervent tide. Hearing their zeal, a flicker of
Chapter 332: First Steps in Blade Riding Wang Ba traced the sound, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. A robust figure slowed its flight just a few paces ahead and to his flank. “Senior Brother Ji?” Wang Ba felt a stir of genuine astonishment. The speaker was none other than Ji Yuan, a Golden
Chapter 333: Shadowless Tracking Ji Yuan gave a slight nod. The decision came as no surprise. He immediately began his exposition: “The Dao of the blade holds no profound mysteries. In truth, it mirrors Sword Riding. It is merely the condensation of Magic Power into blade energy, and then further refined into the glow of
Chapter 334: Hollow Shells and the Blood Cauldron Soon, every last empty shell melted into the suffocating mire. The moment the hollowed husks vanished beneath the mud, the Tu Pi Continent cultivators followed, plunging into the abyss without a shred of hesitation. High above, concealed within the inky shroud, the sect coalition watched in a
Chapter 335: Altars Everywhere Fengyu Mountain. The Dao Palace atop the mountain peak. At this moment, figures of cultivators blurred in and out, their steps hurried. Urgent voices echoed ceaselessly within the grand halls. “Reporting to Guardian Xumi! News from Huatao County indicates signs of Tu Pi Continent cultivators gathering…” “Reporting to Guardian Xumi! The
Chapter 336: Unfurling Wings of Terror “We cannot flee!” Ji Yuan roared, his eyes locked onto the towering serpent’s head. He spoke with urgent, clipped precision: “We have missed our window to retreat! If we turn our backs now, we die. We must face it head-on!” Even as the words left his mouth, the colossal
Chapter 337: Seabird Exploration After a stretch of silence. “I found it!” A voice thick with wild joy echoed from the depths of the small island. “Excellent! While their attention is drawn elsewhere, let us investigate!” The small island quickly fell silent once more. Not long after. Along a towering cliff shore, the relentless coastal
Chapter 338: A Shattered Sword, A Soul Formed “We are out of time! The ley line node is anchored, and the Formation gears are set in place… sacrificing a Snake Venerable was a heavy price, but it is enough!” The burly man, his skin smeared in ritualistic war paint, frowned as he swept his gaze
Chapter 339: A Feast of Roast Chicken for Guests Haitou County. The terrain, forcefully leveled and compacted by cultivators wielding Magical Artifacts, was now solid as iron and wide enough to accommodate over a hundred burly men marching shoulder to shoulder. At this moment, a sprawling procession stretching over ten miles advanced swiftly along the
Chapter 340: Spirit Eyes Recognize the Mundane Yet, his overbearing pride refused to let him bow his head. He could only bitterly complain in his thoughts: Indulging in the base desires of the flesh—how can one ever expect to advance their Dao! Despite his grand inner declarations, a sharp pang of regret gnawed at his
Chapter 341: Bloodline Radiance Wang Ba instinctively averted his gaze, quickly retracting the Bloodline Identification Technique. Simultaneously, he circulated the Myriad Law Primal Qi to soothe the stinging pain in his eyes. Soon, he opened his eyes. Before him, the Ghost-Patterned Stone Dragon Lizard remained completely oblivious, lazily licking at his boots. Wang Ba’s pupils
Chapter 342: A Filial Son Kowtows to the Immortal He never understood this truth back when he was still a mortal himself, always assuming that cultivators were simply too haughty and aloof to lower themselves to interact with commoners. Yet, now that he stood at this exalted height and looked back at the mortal dust,
Chapter 343: The Hidden Spirit Root Appears “Release him.” The Prefect faltered, casting a hesitant glance toward Zhen Bo’en. Though Zhen Bo’en felt a flicker of surprise, he would never dare dispute a command from his grandmaster uncle: “Withdraw.” The Prefect and his burly retainers hurriedly bowed at the waist, retreating into the shadows. Wang
Chapter 344: Spirit Poultry Bloodline Wang Xu stared at Wang Ba, his eyes brimming with absolute reverence. “Immortal…” Wang Ba offered no further words, simply calling out to Zhen Bo’en and Zhou Lü’e, “Let us depart.” With a swirl of robes, the trio vanished from the red-faced youth’s sight. Only then did the youth shatter
Chapter 345: Broken Sword for Protection “This artifact was bestowed upon me by my Master to protect my life. Take it with you.” Windy Island Mountain. Zhao Feng pressed a cold, heavy object into Wang Ba’s palm. This time, it was not a gentle jade pendant, but the jagged, broken tip of a steel sword.
Chapter 346: Reckless Matchmaking “Seventeenth Aunt, why did Eldest Brother arrange for us to deploy together? Did you whisper something in his ear?” “I said nothing of the sort… But you revealed so many of your trump cards at once earlier. Did I even need to speak? He is no fool!” Qin Fengyi replied, her
Chapter 347: Tracking the Earth Veins Ji Yuan looked at Mu Guishou, his expression turning slightly grave as he warned: “This domain is treacherous. We cannot know if rogue cultivators from the two continents lie in ambush. Brother Mu, keep your Magic Power primed for retreat at all times. Also, to prevent the Essence Magnetism
Chapter 348: Suspicion Under the Sea “Junior Brother believes we ought to prioritize the interior over the exterior. First, we sweep everything within the coastline, and only then conduct a meticulous examination of the Cloud Swaying Valley.” “This method secures the coastline. Should we encounter any peril while patrolling the outer waters, we can retreat
Chapter 349: Honeyed Treats for Healing “Why isn’t there a single cloud in this Cloud Swaying Valley?” Zhou Lü’e sat perched upon the cliff edge, her brows furrowed in mild confusion. Piercing sea winds whipped around them, carrying the distant, raucous cawing of clustered seabirds. Gazing downward, an expanse of azure water stretched out, so
Chapter 350: Kidney Verification Wang Ba, however, ran into a complication on his end. “Martial Grand-Uncle, this disciple is incompetent. I truly cannot sense the ley lines…” Zhen Bo’en said, his tone heavy with dejection. Hearing this, although a flicker of disappointment crossed Wang Ba’s heart, he still offered a comforting smile: “The Rank-Two Stingray’s
Chapter 351: Spirit Rhinoceros Communication Cut Off The legacy of Pure Origin Peak was renowned for its vast and profound Magic Power. It walked a path of overwhelming adversaries head-on with majestic momentum, employing sheer force to shatter ten thousand techniques. This Magic Power naturally manifested as a protective barrier around the body. Though lacking
Chapter 352: The Meditating Skeleton To everyone’s shock, the massive serpent of earth Qi phased through the Formation barrier without a shred of resistance! Seizing this glimmer of hope, the group immediately surged their Magic Power, unleashing strikes toward the cliff face. To their bitter disappointment, the Formation array anchored to the stone remained utterly
Chapter 353: Tentacle Terror Within the rolling, ink-black seawater, a sinister wind howled with furious intent. In the distance, a massive waterfall cascaded endlessly from the vault of the heavens, churning the ocean into towering white waves. The surrounding reefs clustered like jagged teeth, while the tides raged like furious dragons. Dragon’s Landing, a scattered
Chapter 354: The Startling Blade Emerges “Ashina? Nothing but a lowly tribe sent to scout the vanguard! Even if they carve out some merit, they lack the qualifications to share in the spoils.” Wu Du scoffed, “We might be the vanguard, but our tribe has already secured a promise. The lands we conquer will be
Chapter 355: The Turtle Shell Makes Its Entrance And at that very moment. A vast surge of Magic Power erupted from deep within the ley lines. It expanded rapidly, riding the rushing water and crashing in all directions! Accelerated by the current, this Magic Power instantly unleashed a terrifying might. Wu Du, Wu Yuan, and
Chapter 356: Flesh Paste Horror At this moment, a fatal chill seized Xi Wushang’s spiritual senses! His figure flickered as he utilized his movement techniques, yet he was horrified to discover that both the Feather Serpent and the bone spear had firmly locked onto his Qi, making evasion impossible! Watching the lethal attacks close in,
Chapter 357: The Demonic Ape Rends the Serpent “Dead… he’s dead?” “A cultivator of the Golden Core realm… perished just like that?” Qin Lingxiao stared at the scene unfolding before her, disbelief written across her features. She was not alone. The three Golden Core cultivators besieging her halted their offensive in sheer shock. They gaped
Chapter 358: Buddha’s Hand Captures the Ape Yet, Wu Yuan’s ambush was timed with lethal precision. Though the fourth-grade sword possessed startling reflexes, it still required a breath to parry. Wu Yuan perfectly threaded that infinitesimal gap, slamming a devastating punch into Qin Fengyi’s back. What made his brow furrow an instant later, however, was
Chapter 359: The Loach’s Single Blade Yet, aiding Ji Yuan presented a genuine opportunity to slay his opponent and cull the enemy’s active forces. Given Ji Yuan’s profound strength, even with his Magic Power depleted, he could stall for much longer. If they dragged this battle out, Wang Ba’s earlier deduction would hold true: once
Chapter 360: Buddha’s Heart Descends into the Demonic Path Whispers, sobs, roars, wails… In this fleeting instant, an endless tide of harrowing voices flooded Ming Shan’s spiritual center. Struck with bewilderment, he felt the suffocating gaze of a profoundly malicious entity lock onto him… Perverse, cruel, ruthless, venomous… Though not overwhelmingly potent, this power acted
Chapter 361: Bean Soldiers Descend from Heaven Mu Guishou and the others wore heavy expressions of regret and disappointment. If even a strike of such magnitude had failed, did they harbor any hope at all? Only Wang Ba noticed the anomaly. The obscure aura lingering within the Sea Barrier vanished the instant Ming Shan blocked
Chapter 362: Golden Foil Fireworks Wu Yuan’s eyes flew wide! Yet the forty-eight Earth-Soil Pearls had already erupted in a simultaneous, deafening detonation! Without a fraction of delay, Wang Ba crushed a Jade Leaf Talisman in his palm. His speed skyrocketed, his figure blurring as he fled. The five Dao Soldiers, having finally arrived, paused
Chapter 363: The Sword Artifact Acting Coy “The Qin Clan?” Xumi’s gaze instantly pierced the vast distance. His expression shifted slightly as he spotted the wind-tearing sword light, dragging a disheveled Qin Fengyi in its wake. The sword light seemed to sense his presence. It surged with excitement, its speed abruptly multiplying, and in the
Chapter 364: Sword Qi Fishing However, his keen spiritual perception soon detected an anomaly, and a strand of sword qi instantly tore free from his body. A seemingly ordinary strand of sword qi drifted silently onto the highest peak of the island. Without a single sound, the mountain peak was cleanly severed at its waist,
Chapter 365: Loach Saves People In an instant, his figure merged with the fractured sword artifact, transforming into a streak of blinding light that shot straight toward the thundering waterfall. The closer he drew, the more suffocating the invisible weight of the Essence Magnetism within the Sea Barrier became. Yet Xumi appeared entirely unaffected, plunging
Chapter 366: Soul Lamp Misjudgment “Master’s remaining Lifespan only amounts to thirty or forty years. I once considered using the Lifespan breakthrough method to assist him, but I lacked sufficient experimental materials. If I were to use them as subjects…” Wang Ba’s eyes gradually brightened. He cast a long gaze over the seven unconscious Golden
Chapter 367: The Chicken Pecks the Feather Serpent Above the pitch-black sea, in the fleeting instant before the light of the explosion could erupt. A trace of crimson flickered deep within Wang Ba’s eyes. In the final, visceral moment of the detonation, a Golden Core soul fled in utter panic, violently crashing into a somewhat
Chapter 368: A Waste of Heavenly Treasures “I never expected this restriction to be so mentally draining…” Shaking his head with a heavy sigh, Wang Ba gave up on cracking the remaining storage magical artifacts. It simply demanded too much time and exhausted too much of his divine sense. Glancing back, he noted that Qin
Chapter 369: The Spirit Poultry’s Eyes Are Shocked Half a day later, Wang Ba finally deciphered the secrets inscribed upon the beast hide. “The Ultimate Sacred Feather Serpent Scripture…” “By offering prayers to the guardian totem of the firmament, the ‘Feather Serpent Venerable,’ one may invite its possession. As long as one feasts the Feather
Chapter 370: Unexpected Nascent Soul It seemed it was still incomplete. Yet, the mental report transmitted by Wu Lin pulsed with blind confidence: “Clan Leader, rest assured, I shall definitely forge a Nascent Soul!” Hearing this, Wang Ba’s expression darkened completely. Merely two breaths later, Wu Lin’s mental voice twisted into something unnatural: “..You.. are
