Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 280: 61 Confession... Beginning!_2

Chapter 280: Chapter 61 Confession… Beginning!_2

A voice suddenly suggested from within the formation.

His proposal immediately received approval from the other two:

“Exactly! Brother Yudao is right! They are mere indigenous savages. Even if they achieve the Nascent Soul stage, they just have good luck. How can they compare to us!”

“Unintentional yet intentional, and with the divine tool assisting us, our chances of winning are high.”

Master Gong thought for a moment before saying:

“You both have a point. This divine tool just needs one final completion step. It might be better to wait a few days. As for the Zong’er issue… it is indeed troublesome.”

After a few more discussions, they still couldn’t reach a conclusion.

In the end, Master Gong helplessly said, “It seems we’ll have to let them seek their own fortunes. If we leave now, we risk wasting all our previous efforts, which is hardly worth it.”

Thinking for a moment, he told Zheng Yuanhua:

“Zheng Yuanhua, although you have made mistakes, you did inform us in time. Given your previous merits in guarding this place, we will excuse your action this time. Get ready. The day the formation is broken will be the time for us to regain the True Sutra and eliminate the Tianmen Cult!”

Zheng Yuanhua felt uneasy.

Compared to these third-class Divine Envoys, he clearly knew more about the Tianmen Cult after years of confrontation.

Especially after the humiliation of being defeated by an unknown cultivator, he felt that the Tianmen Cult was not just a small sect in a remote area.

Perhaps several third-class Divine Envoys with that ‘divine tool’ might indeed defeat or even kill Ning Daohuan.

But can a few third-class Divine Envoys really take over the Tianmen Cult?

He had serious doubts.

But at the moment, all six Divine Envoys were unable to leave, and there seemed to be no better option available.

Zheng Yuanhua sighed, and he could only leave in guilt.

Time passed quickly and it soon became three days later.

Zheng Yuanhua sat on a futon in the secret chamber.

Listening to the report of the maroon-robed cultivator, he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

“We only lost about twenty Class II cultivators in the past three days?”

Losing over twenty Class II cultivators in just three days represented a significant loss.

After all, the whole Chen State didn’t possess more than a few hundred Class II Incense Fire Dao cultivators, even with the large number of captive cultivators brought by the third-class Divine Envoys from other states.

But compared to their expected complete annihilation by the Tianmen Cult, this loss was acceptable.

This limited loss made Zheng Yuanhua heave a sigh of relief.

Upon a brief inquiry, he found out that it was the cultivators near Qianyu Lake who had been targeted, leading him to make several guesses.

“It seems that the Tianmen Cult cultivator has used some special method to open my storage ring and get hold of Zong’er.”

“However, due to power limitations, he could only decapitate the nearby cultivators.”

“Although I don’t know why he hasn’t returned and handed Zong’er over to the high-levels of Tianmen Cult, it’s a great thing for us!”

“The low-level cultivators have not suffered much damage, and the divine tool being made by the six third-class Divine Envoys will soon be successful.”

“Considering this, the situation seems to have stabilized.”

After weighting these things, he rushed back to the southern canyon and reactivated the formation.

“Zheng Yuanhua? Why are you here again?”

Master Gong’s voice was tinged with annoyance.

Zheng Yuanhua quickly related the situation and his deductions.

Master Gong’s anger slightly dissipated upon hearing this, and he fell into deep thought:

“So, you are suggesting that we have been in a stalemate with the Tianmen Cult for so long that they’ve probably become accustomed to it. If we suddenly strike now, it should catch them off guard…”

“Yes!”

Zheng Yuanhua earnestly said: “Moreover, it seems that Tianmen Cult is planning something with the four surrounding Sects. Instead of waiting for them to act, we should strike first to seize the Tianmen Cult quickly, thus avoiding a dilemma of fighting on two fronts.”

“Hmm … Your argument seems reasonable.”

After thinking for a while, Master Gong discussed with the other third-class Divine Envoys.

Soon, Master Gong’s voice echoed through the formation like a morning bell:

“In this case, let’s directly head to the Tianmen Cult in two days!”

…

Near Qianyu Lake.

In the deep mountains.

Wang Ba looked at the Sound Transmission Talisman in his hand and showed a helpless face.

“This Wu Buping actually got called away to do something by a Golden Core Master, and told me to wait another two days.”

Wang Ba was speechless.

Over the past three days, he had enjoyed bullying cultivators whose Soul Power wasn’t too strong with the help of Zong’er.

Besides getting hold of plenty of Divine Dew, he had also acquired various Magic Tools, Talismans and Elixirs.

Most of the Magic Tools, including those from Zheng Yuanhua’s Storage Ring, were given to Shen Fu.

After all, Shen Fu practiced a spell that used Magic Tools as consumables, so these were perfect for him.

He also gave some Divine Dew to Shen Fu.

This treasure could replenish a cultivator’s Soul and increase their Soul Power. It was beneficial to have as much as possible.

Shen Fu didn’t ask for much. As his cultivation path wasn’t closely related to the Soul, so his demand for Divine Dew was low. Having some was great, but not having any wouldn’t pose a problem.

Although these items were great, in Wang Ba’s view, they couldn’t compare to the value of the ‘Meteor Flame Iron’.

Having Zong’er, he wasn’t too concerned about losing the trails of the Incense Fire Dao cultivators. As the spirit ears could keep the soul energy traces for three days, it wasn’t difficult to return to the East Saint’s residence.

There was also no need to worry about being robbed by Rogue Cultivators on the way, as he could use Zong’er to get the best route.

Therefore, he immediately sent a sound transmission symbol to Wu Buping, hoping to trade directly with him.

But Wu Buping didn’t reply until three days had passed, by which time the effectiveness of the spirit ears had diminished and the traces of the Incense Fire Dao cultivators were once again a mystery to him. This made Zong’er useless.

Now, all he could do was wait for Wu Buping’s arrival in two days.

However, remembering that he would soon begin cultivating on his second Dantian and was one step closer to escaping from Tianmen Cult, he couldn’t hide the joy in his heart.

“When I get back, I need to find suitable objects for junior sister’s and Shen Fu’s second Dan Tian… Junior sister is still in the Qi Refining stage, a Class II object should be fine, but for junior brother…”

Wang Ba pondered for a while, but couldn’t come up with any good ideas.

Both he and Shen Fu were at the Foundation Establishment stage and at least needed a Class III treasure.

But at the moment, he didn’t know how to find another Class III object.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

On this particular day.

A figure landed in the valley where Wang Ba and Shen Fu were hiding.

A fisherman’s coat, aged appearance, it was the Perfect Foundation Establishment cultivator, Wu Buping, the fisherman.

Upon his arrival, he brought a piece of surprising news to Wang Ba:

“My friend, do you know that the Incense Fire Dao and your Tianmen Cult have started fighting!”