Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 363 - 15 Rolling_1

Chapter 363: Chapter 15 Rolling_1

Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves echoing.

A hint of splendid rosy clouds unfolded at the horizon.

Soon, under everyone’s suspicious gazes.

The rosy clouds enveloped the sky.

A horse-drawn carriage trod in the air out of nowhere.

Feng Bao, with his impressive ability to judge, noticed at first glance the four horses in front of the carriage. Each one was peculiar in shape, with a high, protruding forehead, eyes like copper bells, jaws resembling a pig dragon, and two long whiskers fluttering in the wind.

The coachman on the carriage was struggling to control these four horses.

“Huh—”

“Is it a Dragonhorse?!”

Feng Bao couldn’t help but exclaim in a low voice.

“No, there are no horns on their heads. It should be a Mixed Chi Horse.”

“Judging by its aura, it must be a Class III, middle grade…”

Master Yan, however, talked sternly, as he shifted his gaze from the seemingly unskilled coachman and stared intently at the white curtain of the carriage.

It was as if he was trying to see through the curtain and make out the figure of the stranger inside the carriage.

People from the Xuli Sect, like Wang Tang and cultivator Xu, were on alert.

Zhang Yunlong from the Danlong School also showed seriousness.

An unfamiliar presence, suspected to be a Golden Core master, suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It was not something anyone could afford to underestimate.

However, Wang Ba and Wen Yong, among the crowd, were stunned at the sight of the coachman. They couldn’t believe their own eyes.

“Fellow Cultivator Li Ji?”

This coachman is indeed that Li, who forged a Class II Spirit Cook’s Magic Tool for Wang Ba, a Class II Tool Refiner.

Not long ago, he had a pleasant conversation with Wang Ba and even generously imparted some tips regarding Artifact Refining. After escorting Wang Ba to Baiyun Prairie, he left alone. Before parting, they exchanged their addresses and Sound Transmission Talismans, agreeing that they would visit each other soon.

Wang Ba initially thought it was just a casual remark, but he didn’t expect Li to actually come!

And such a coincidence!

However, Li Ji, a Class II Tool Refiner and a late-stage Foundation Establishment Competitor, who was no less than Wen Yong in Cultivation Base, had the audacity to allow him to be a mere coachman?

Without further ado, a possibility instantly struck Wang Ba’s mind!

Golden Core!

It must be at least a Golden Core master to enjoy such grandeur!

Furthermore, the aura of those four Spiritual Horses were very much stronger than that of the Wu Monkey King and Jia 15, signifying that they were Class III Spirit Beasts.

The realm and Cultivation Base of the person in the carriage, have thus become self-evident.

At this moment, however, Master Yan from Huifeng Valley was lost in thought.

Using Mixed Chi Horses as vehicles, even the Immortal Master of Nascent Soul, Zhang Daobai of Yan State, had never had such a configuration.

It was not that Zhang Daobai couldn’t afford it, but Class III war creatures were extremely rare in Yan State, precious to everyone to the extent that they wouldn’t resort to such a strategy.

Furthermore, most Class III Spirit Beasts had started to develop Spiritual Wisdom and being treated in this way could easily breed resentment. Therefore, normally Yan Dynasty Sects, if they could get a Class III Spirit Beast, would typically treat them no differently than how they would treat an ordinary Golden Core master.

After all, compared to Spirit Beasts, the Lifespan of Golden Core masters was significantly shorter.

From the perspective of a minor Sect, a Class III Spirit Beast with loyalty is even more precious than a slightly weaker Golden Core master.

“But… I feel as if I’ve heard that somewhere…”

Master Yan felt puzzled.

Li Ji finally stopped the carriage and hovered it just above the site where the Rogue Cultivators had gathered.

Master Yan’s face immediately darkened.

This act was undoubtedly looking down upon him—the Golden Core master.

However, he was indeed somewhat wary of the other party.

Not to mention the person inside the carriage, even the four Mixed Chi Horses, although not primarily for combat, would be quite troublesome for him to deal with.

Perceiving the subtle gazes of the surrounding cultivators, Master Yan couldn’t help but frown. After a moment of contemplation, he raised his hand to greet the stranger, saying loudly:

“Master Yan Qing of Huifeng Valley, pays his respects to the fellow daoist.”

However, there was deafening silence inside the carriage. Even after a few moments, there was no response.

Master Yan’s face instantly grew somber.

The gaze he cast toward the carriage was filled with a touch of anger and sternness.

Li Ji on the carriage was immediately embarrassed and hastily knocked on the pole lightly and whispered something into it.

Soon, a flustered Li Ji gave a long-distance salute to Master Yan and said:

“My apologies, Master. My master does not wish to meet anyone. Could you please make way for us to locate someone?”

Although Master Yan was wary of the people in the carriage, upon hearing Li Ji’s words, his face seemed a bit disgraced.

Giving a cold huff, surprisingly, he didn’t reply.

The dignity of a Golden Core master should not be insulted.

But he had long since passed the phase of fighting and hazing over every little thing, and would not go out of his way to create enmity over a small matter.

Moreover, since Li Ji’s real identity was unclear to him, the more disrespectful the other party’s actions were, the more he felt that the other party was mysterious and formidable.

However, he was also somewhat curious and suspicious. He wondered what kind of person the other party had come to visit.

“Among those from our Huifeng Valley here, only Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Competitors are present. The other two Sects have similar members. Could it be that the person he came to find is a gifted disciple of the three Sects?”

With this thought, the corner of Master Yan’s eye swept over the crowd. He took a short pause at Feng Bao, cultivator Xu from the Xuli Sect, and Zhang Yunlong from the Danlong School.

If it was a matter of qualification, among the three Sect cultivators present, these were the ones with the most potential.

As for the Rogue Cultivators…he completely disregarded them.

Not that he despised them, but the fact that all cultivators of good qualification had nearly been taken away by the three Sects.

This minor amount left also seemed inconsequential.

Most Rogue Cultivators are undistinguished leftovers from the Sects.

Seeing this, Li Ji could only helplessly bow his hand and give an awkward smile, then promptly turned his gaze and swiftly landed on a person in the crowd, brightening up at once:

“Fellow Cultivator Shen!”

This shout immediately drew everyone’s focus back to Wang Ba.

Even Master Yan couldn’t help but display a trace of surprise.

“The master of this carriage sought for is him?”

Not to mention Wang Tang and Zhang Yunlong, who are looking at Wang Ba with varying expressions.

Puzzled, confused, astonished….

After all, chicken essence is only effective for Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and practically has less noticeable effects on those between middle and late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Not even Golden Core Masters, let alone Wang Tang and the others, really value the chicken essence itself.

What they value more is the chicken essence’s ability to help mid-low level Cultivators breakthrough bottlenecks and its attraction to the capable Rogue Cultivators.

Especially at times when the three major sects are in desperate need of external power.

So when they try to relate to the master of this carriage, they indeed find it a bit baffling.

“Unless… this person controls some forces.”

This idea isn’t just held by Wang Tang and Zhang Yunlong; it also prompts Master Yan to narrow his eyes.

Shen Fu is more valuable to a faction than to an individual.

That’s everyone’s consensus.

That’s why Master Yan would never allow anyone outside of the three major Sects to get their hands on Shen Fu; even if it meant destroying it, he would not let it be controlled by others, at least not within Yan State!

Although Wang Ba in the crowd felt something, he was still shocked at heart when he heard Li Ji calling him.

However, his face bore no emotion as he smiled and nodded, bowing his hand to say:

“Fellow Cultivator Li, it has been a while.”

“Haha, Fellow Cultivator Shen is too polite. We just met a few days ago. How can you talk about it like it has been a long time?”

Li Ji laughed and brought the carriage to land.

Seeing this, Master Yan’s face darkened further.

Li Ji seemed to sense the growing tension and hastened to apologize to Master Yan again and again.

But soon after, he seemed to have heard something, and his face crumpled into an awkward look again. He hesitated, then paid his respects to Master Yan:

“Master Yan, I have an impolite request… my uncle wishes to chat with Fellow Cultivator Shen alone. I wonder if you could give us some privacy?”

Upon hearing these words, even as Master Yan tried to suppress his anger, his face turned cold.

Feng Bao couldn’t help but angrily say, “You are speaking big words while hiding yourself!”

“Feng Bao.”

Master Yan uttered a light reprimand.

Feng Bao glared at Li Ji unhappily, while Li Ji responded with only a helpless and rueful smile.

However, Master Yan’s gaze went past Li Ji and was once again fixed on the carriage, his voice icy cold:

“Fellow Cultivator, I have been very patient, but you are still pushing me too far. Are you trying to say there is no one in Yan State to stand up against you?”

The carriage remained silent for a moment.

Master Yan’s face darkened even further.

The surroundings fell silent.

The Cultivators from the three major sects all sensed danger and retreated cautiously.

Yet their gaze at the carriage was filled with indignation.

Wang Ba, however, was a bit troubled.

His home was right behind him, and honestly, he really wanted to slip inside at this moment, take Bu Chan and activate his Teleportation Talisman to flee as far as possible.

With his current substantial reserve of the Power of the Yin God, if he decided to hide after escape, even the Immortal Master of the Nascent Soul might not be able to find him if he personally searched.

This too was one of the reasons why he dared to take risks.

But after some thought, he finally chose to give up.

Although Fenglin Continent was vast, there was no longer a quiet place. Even if he could evade today, what about tomorrow?

His considerable group of Spirit Beasts required feeding, and to feed them required resources.

Spiritual Lineages, foods filled with Spiritual Energy, spirit fields, etcetera – without a stable environment, procuring even chicken feed was difficult.

And in the resource-scarce, constantly warring small countries, as a Rogue Cultivator, it was very difficult to be self-sufficient peacefully.

Who knows when he might be captured by a Sect Cultivator that suddenly appeared while surviving in some corner.

By the time he regrets it then, it would be too late.

Only by abandoning his usual low-profile development style, integrating into society and participating in it,

can he have the chance to develop.

Then as quickly as possible, cultivate a Class III Spirit Chicken, enter the Linglong Ghost Market’s third stage and find a powerful faction to trust.

Of course, all these aren’t important.

What’s important is that even if he fails, he’s confident he can escape.

After all, a Golden Core Master can’t always guard him.

He isn’t afraid of those below the Golden Core.

The key point is, the arrival of Li Ji and his ‘uncle’ gave Wang Ba a chance of rejuvenating his immature plan that was on the verge of collapsing.

With that thought, he took Bu Chan and retreated towards his house. He only stuffed Bu Chan inside and stayed outside himself.

Seeing this, the Cultivators from the three major sects didn’t think much of it. Their focus was still on the carriage.

Finally.

Under the scrutiny of many Cultivators,

a cold and calm female voice came from within the carriage:

“Scram.”