Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 166 - 5 Linggu House_1

Chapter 166: Chapter 5 Linggu House_1

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At this moment, a wave of fear swept over Wang Ba’s heart.

Only then did he realize that had it not been for the Scapegoat’s effect, he would have already died completely within the temples of Yin’s Government.

This male Azure Spirit Turtle had taken the blow for him.

Perhaps that attack had exhausted much of the power of that voice, so the remaining might was not enough to obliterate Wang Ba’s Soul in an instant.

This gave his Soul a chance to recover.

This quickly sobered up Wang Ba, who had just successfully achieved

Foundation Establishment and was feeling immensely proud.

“The world of cultivators is full of mysteries, and there are always stronger people out there,” he reminded himself.

“Never let pride blind you to reality, no matter what.”

He reminded himself inwardly.

At the same time, he immediately bound the two Class II lower-grade male

Azure Spirit Turtles in his hand.

The lifespan consumed in the binding didn’t change.

After doing all these.

The restlessness in his heart was finally cleared away.

Once again confirming that there were no mistakes, he took the hourglass that had run out of sand, and left the cultivation room.

Just as he opened the door, brilliant sunlight fell onto him, warming him.

At this moment.

“Hey, you who just came out, yes, I’m talking to you!

“You’ve exceeded the two-day reservation! Hurry out! Let others in! Don’t

forget to pay the triple fine!”

The guard of the cultivation room, a bald cultivator, came over angrily, shouting at Wang Ba.

“Are you talking about me?”

Wang Ba stood at the entrance of the Cultivation Room, looking puzzled.

“Who else could I…”

Just a few steps in, the bald Cultivator paused, his pupils shrinking.

The impatient and irate expression on his face froze for a moment, and he immediately forced out a full-faced smile:

“Hehe, I wasn’t talking about you, I was talking about that guy over there…hey, you over there, stand still!”

Having said this, the bald cultivator carefully bowed to Wang Ba, then passed by him, muttering under his breath as he walked towards another cultivator who had just exited the door.

Wang Ba glanced at the evidently clueless cultivator who had just come out, and the hourglass timer in his hand that was only half drained.

Then he lowered his gaze to the fully drained hourglass in his hand.

After a moment of dumbfounded silence, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“So, this is the feeling of Foundation Establishment…

A strange feeling surfaced in his heart.

During his many years of cultivation, he had always been cautious around others. When had anyone ever shown him such respect?

He finally experienced a taste of the joy of being a Foundation Establishment

Cultivator.

But this feeling did not stay in Wang Ba’s heart for long.

He immediately left the market and hurried back to the poultry farm.

Eager to try his abilities as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he had not used any flying Magic Tools and simply stepped on air.

Although it was slower compared to Class I upper grade flying Magic Tools, it brought a sense of freedom and leisure.

He arrived at the poultry farm shortly.

To his surprise, the spirit field outside the poultry farm was already covered with weeds after not being there for two days.

“That’s strange, why didn’t my junior sister clean it up?

Wang Ba was a bit confused.

Bu Chan usually couldn’t bear to see weeds in the spirit field and cleaned it up almost every day.

Although the Human Puppet could do it too, its low realm and average mana control often resulted in the neighboring Spirit Plants being uprooted as well, affecting their growth.

He immediately hurriedly pushed the gate and went into the poultry farm.

But he spotted a familiar figure sitting on the steps in front of the little wooden house not far away, her jade hand propping her chin, lost in thought.

Hearing the noise, she quickly looked up, her eyes meeting his.

Their eyes spoke more than a thousand words could express.

Upon learning of Wang Ba’s Foundation Establishment, Bu Chan’s joy was beyond words.

For several days, she was in an excited state that made the small wooden house seem shaky.

Even Wang Ba, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, felt slightly overwhelmed.

“I should visit the bookstore and see if there are any suitable Spells in the

Pleasure Dao…”

By the poolside.

As Wang Ba fed the Spirit Turtles, he couldn’t help massaging his aching waist.

As he looked at the Armored Giant-head Turtles lazily sunbathing in the pool, his eyes lit up.

“Isn’t there a ready-made solution right here!

The sunbathing Armored Giant-head Turtles suddenly felt a chill, but they had no idea where it came from.

But Wang Ba merely entertained the thought for a moment; after all, these Armored Giant-head Turtles were his treasures, crucial for breeding Azure

Spirit Turtles.

Perhaps in the future, he might eat yellow throat spirit turtles to his heart’s content, but not yet.

Of course, he also had to admit that after these days of battle with Bu Chan, he had come to appreciate her resilience.

Although Bu Chan was only in Stage VII of Qi refining, constant labor in the spirit field under the nurturing power of the geographical position had greatly strengthened not only her practice in the Yuanmi True Method, but also her physique.

She even seemed to be demonstrating elements of Body Cultivation.

This was why Wang Ba, though a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, also felt overwhelmed. Qi refining cultivators barely passed in the aspect of bodily strength, far behind body cultivators.

In intense combat, they naturally struggled greatly.

It was a pity that methods for Body Cultivation were scarce, and progress was much slower compared to Qi refining cultivators. If not, Wang Ba might have wanted to find a Body Cultivation Method to practice.

“Senior Brother, come eat!”

“Coming.”

Wang Ba put down the turtle food, brushed off his hands, and leisurely walked towards the small wooden house.

The last time, Wang Ba had failed to taste the meal Bu Chan prepared for him when he achieved the trinity.