Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

“You’ve already far surpassed me, Junior Brother!”

The lakeside.

Countless sword shadows crisscross behind him.

Zhao Feng’s eyes, as he looked at Wang Ba, were filled with admiration.

In just ten years, Wang Ba not only managed to escape the Tianmen Cult on his own, but he also managed to set his roots in Yan State, and even participate in the power struggle among its major sects.

He even fought a severely injured Golden Core master until both exhausted their strength.

Wang Ba’s progress truly surprised Zhao Feng.

Simultaneously, it filled him with immense satisfaction.

He vaguely remembers when they first met years ago, Wang Ba was just an insignificant odd-jobber whom nobody paid attention to.

Now, it’s only been three or four decades.

When he had been cultivating for three to four decades, he was just at the Qi Refining Stage X.

In comparison, Wang Ba was certainly more astounding.

However, Wang Ba shook his head repeatedly: “You praise me too highly, Elder Brother. I’m nothing extraordinary, I merely went with the flow. I had no other choice.”

This wasn’t just self-deprecation; indeed, this was what he truly thought.

Over the years, the situation has changed constantly, and individuals like him have had to face changes as well.

Even though he had lived comfortably for nine years after arriving in Yan State, as the Incense Fire Dao was driven back and the Sect’s power in Yan State started to regain power, he was once again caught up in challenges and restrictions.

In contrast to Zhao Feng’s carefree life, wandering about with a sword, Wang Ba’s life felt less fulfilling.

After hearing Wang Ba, Zhao Feng just smiled:

“Life’s experiences, although often difficult, in retrospect, become priceless assets. A jade stone uncut is not beautiful, and it’s only through the process of carving that one can create something beautiful out of it. Junior Brother, you are now shining brightly.”

Upon hearing Zhao Feng’s praises, even Wang Ba, who had been through countless trials and often hid his emotions, couldn’t help revealing a hint of a smile.

Undeniably, Zhao Feng was like an elder brother to him.

In front of Zhao Feng, Wang Ba felt no need to disguise himself, and he even felt an unusual sense of relaxation and freedom.

This was different from being with Bu Chan.

Most of the time, to keep Bu Chan from worrying, even when he was in distress, he would try to cope with it by himself.

But Bu Chan, with her intelligence, often guessed his troubles anyway.

“However, although I passed Stage III of Bailian Tower and was accepted as a disciple by Master from afar, I still don’t know much about the origins of Linglong Ghost Market. I just know this Ghost Market seems to be related to a certain sect from the Jin state.”

Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng said.

“A sect from Jin state?!”

Wang Ba was taken aback, but immediately became interested.

He had heard long ago that throughout the Fenglin Continent, if there were any forces capable of resisting the Kingdom of Immortals’ Incense Fire Dao, it would be Jin and Yan.

It was said that Yan was full of Demon Sects, which did not match his character.

In contrast, though Jin had strict rules, it would be a good place for him, who disliked struggles, to settle down.

Therefore, he had been paying attention to any information related to Jin for a long time but was barely able to acquire any significant information even while he was in Chen State, which was a subordinate state of Jin, let alone Yan State, which was even farther apart.

Over the years, he had hardly heard any news about Jin.

Now that he suddenly learned the Linglong Ghost Market had connections to a Jin sect, he naturally became very interested.

Zhao Feng did not hold anything back: “What I know is not much more than what you do. Though I’ve been accepted as a disciple by Master, I haven’t officially entered the sect. Regarding everything about the sect, Master didn’t say much, only mentioning that he would come to take me back before long.”

“Being noticed by Elder Tang is a great fortune for Elder Brother indeed.”

Hearing this, Wang Ba was a bit helpless.

Tang Ji said he would introduce a good master to him.

However, the precondition was that he needed to successfully cultivate a Class III Spirit Beast.

Now, the Wu Monkey King was severely injured and needed time to recover, let alone he lacked a Class III Inner Core.

He had considered using Yuan Wenzhi’s Golden Core as a substitute.

But he gave up soon.

Although both were the same level of power, what cultivators cultivate is Mana, and what Spirit Beasts condense is Spiritual Power. Being similar but different, introducing it arbitrarily might affect the purity of Wu Monkey King’s bloodline.

Moreover, Yuan Wenzhi’s Golden Core was already exhausted of Mana and after the Soul left, it collapsed and vanished.

“By the way, Elder Brother, do you have a Class III Spirit Beast Inner Core?”

It suddenly occurred to Wang Ba that Zhao Feng had passed Stage III of Bailian Tower and should have already gained the qualification to the third layer of Linglong Ghost Market.

“A Class III Inner Core… I don’t have one but the third layer of the Ghost Market should. Once it opens in a few days, I’ll buy one for you.”

“When will the third layer open?”

Wang Ba couldn’t help but feel curious.

“It’s said to open once every twenty years, there are just two or three more years left… but people who have the qualification to enter the third layer can enter the local Linglong Ghost Market for cultivation or refuge, even when the ghost market is closed.”

Upon hearing this, Wang fell into disappointment.

He was considering whether he could get an Inner Core from Zhao Feng.

It turns out he can only go to Huifeng Valley now.

“I’ve heard we’re not far from the Chu Dynasty. If Junior Brother is in a hurry, I can go there and find some Class III Spirit Beasts…”

Zhao Feng suddenly said.

Wang Ba was immediately tempted. With Zhao Feng’s talent, even though he hadn’t long entered the Golden Core Realm, his combat power should be considerable. Killing a lower grade Class III Spirit Beast should be easy.

However, after catching sight of the countless sword shadows Zhao Feng couldn’t hide behind him, he immediately dismissed the idea.