Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"May I ask this friend, what are your orders here?"

Although he didn't know the purpose of this mysterious monk's sudden arrival, Wang Yan still took the initiative to speak.

The monk in gray clothes slowly turned around and looked at Wang Yan.

The vague faces like those of Lu Yuansheng and Yu Changchun made Wang Hao's heart condense.

The deep and solemn aura on the other party made Wang Hao unconsciously feel extremely dangerous.

He couldn't help but wonder.

Is this person a leftist monk or a disciple of the sect?

The monk in gray clothes finally spoke, making a hoarse and dull voice:

"Haha, Senior Brother Zhao didn't make a mistake."

Senior Brother Zhao? !

Although Wang Ba's heart was frightened, he was not confused.

Among the Zuodao monks stationed in Dongsheng, none of them are still remnants of the Dongsheng Sect, and none of them are familiar with the disciples of the Dongsheng Sect.

What makes him confused is, who is this person?

Why do you know about his relationship with Zhao Feng?

But there was no sign of any fluctuation on his face, and he asked with confusion: "Fellow Taoist, what are you talking about?"

At the same time, the magic power traveled quickly and was secretly injected into the high-quality jade armor on his body.

Unexpectedly, the monk in gray clothes shook his head slightly:

"It's just a joke, fellow Taoist, don't be nervous."

Wang Hao narrowed his eyes and showed no intention of relaxing at all.

Seeing this, the gray-clothed monk said helplessly: "Forget it, I'll just tell you the truth. The price in the market is too high now. I heard that fellow Taoist soul chickens are for sale here. I want to buy some. I only need fifty at first. Later, I will buy some." …”

"I'm really sorry. This is a rumor. I don't have a spiritual chicken here."

Wang Ba showed a smile, and his words immediately stunned the gray-clothed monk.

"No? How come there isn't?"

"No, I'm really sorry. Fellow Taoist, please come back."

Wang Hao smiled again.

After saying that, he walked directly into the chicken farm, leaving only the monk in gray standing there blankly.

It seems that he did not expect such an encounter at all.

After a while, he came to his senses and took a deep look at the chicken farm.

There was a hint of meaning in his eyes.

Shaking his head slightly, he immediately stepped on the magic weapon and disappeared in front of the chicken farm gate.

In the chicken farm.

Wang Hao looked cold.

"Dong Qiyu?"

It's not hard to guess.

It can make Wang Ba feel dangerous. The gray-clothed monk's strength is obviously not limited to the ninth level of Qi refining.

And the foundation-building monks would not hide their heads or tails in front of him.

Therefore, most gray-clothed monks are at the tenth level of Qi refining.

In addition, he actually knew the relationship between Wang Ba and Zhao Feng, and even called Zhao Feng his senior brother.

The other party was probably a left-behind monk from the Dongsheng Sect.

Then his identity is already revealed.

Either Dong Qiyu or Meng Ran Dao.

Among the Left Dao monks left behind by the Dongsheng Sect, these two are the only ones who have reached the tenth level of Qi refining.

But thinking about the many monks gathered around Meng Ran Dao, even if they really needed the spiritual chicken, most of them would not come forward in person.

So the possibility that Dong Qiyu, who lives alone and rarely hears news about him, is a gray-clothed monk is almost 99%.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that there are dragons and crouching tigers hidden among the Left Dao monks, as well as other tenth-level Qi Refining monks.

But no matter what, Wang Yan tried his best to avoid any interaction with such people.

He hides his head but shows his tail, and his behavior is suspicious. You can tell at a glance that he has a secret.

Such people often get into trouble.

And what he fears most is getting into trouble.

Regardless of whether he would get into trouble or not, he stayed away.

After waiting for a while and confirming that Dong Qiyu was really gone, Wang Hao took the black feather chicken and set foot on the teleportation array to Jiantao's station.

…

Returning from Jiantao Station.

In the wooden house on the chicken farm.

Wang Hao glanced at the neatly arranged wooden beds and tables and cabinets, and knew that Bu Chan had been here before.

Suddenly he frowned:

"This girl, how many times have I told you that cleaning the house takes up too much time, so you should concentrate on your practice."

Shake his head slightly.

Wang Ba first opened the spirit beast bag, took a look at the several giant shield turtles and dozens of yellow-throated stone turtles that were in good condition inside, and then put them aside.

Then he opened the storage bag and took out a large basin of frozen substance that looked like water but not water, and looked like meat but not meat.

This was the result of Wang Ba spending more than a hundred spiritual stones and asking a spiritual chef from Jiantao's station to concentrate the essence of two hundred spiritual chickens.

He couldn't help but use his magic power to gently dig out a piece and put it into his mouth.

In an instant, rich spiritual energy and vitality and blood essence quickly surged from the mouth to the body, Dantian, and the center of the eyebrows...

The mana vortex in the dantian quickly and spontaneously rotated, and wisps of mana were born quickly.

At the same time, in the Yin God's Mansion, the power of the Yin God that was consumed in the previous conquest of the Mirror Moon Mansion is also rapidly recovering.

The body seems to be undergoing subtle and subtle changes.

I scooped a few mouthfuls in a row.

He stopped when he felt a sense of fullness in his body that he could no longer eat.

"No wonder Yan Chi's cultivation speed is so fast..."

Just these few mouthfuls can almost keep up with his hard training in Lingshui Monastery for most of the day.

Of course, if this consumption rate is used, this pot of concentrated essence of two hundred low-grade spiritual chickens will probably be consumed in less than two months.

This kind of consumption is simply terrifying.

That is to say, his cost of raising spiritual chickens is so low that it is almost non-existent, otherwise he would not be able to bear such consumption.

As for the monk surnamed Yan, he was probably willing to do this because of his previous gains in Jingyue Mansion and in order to compete for the inheritance talisman.

"However, if you continue to use the spirit chicken essence as a supplement, you were originally expected to reach the ninth level of Qi refining in about two years. Now, it may only take a little more than a year to reach it."

"It looks like another wave of rare chickens will be born."

He originally wanted to ensure that the number of soul chickens in the chicken farm would not attract the covetousness of the monks in his sect, so he usually maintained the number at five or six hundred.

This amount can ensure that he can exchange cultivation materials with other monks on weekdays and supply them to Changchun's cultivation, as well as his own cultivation.

It won't be too noticeable.

But now that the low-grade spiritual chicken has a better place to go, he can use it freely.

Therefore, he first imparted Yuanyang to a group of hens of appropriate age. After a period of time, when all the hens laid eggs and the incubation period was approaching, he would use the longevity breakthrough to create low-grade spirit chickens corresponding to the number of eggs.

In this way, it is ensured that the supply range of chicken feed will not be exceeded and the chicken feed can be continuously produced.

After the chickens in the eggs were born, he packed these low-grade spirit chickens after breakthrough into spirit beast bags, and waited for the next teleportation array opening day before sending them to Jiantao station to ask the spirit chef to take action.

This happens every once in a while, and the cycle repeats.

In the meantime, he wanted to become an apprentice and learn from this spiritual chef how to prepare spiritual chicken.

However, the spiritual chef glared at him and refused directly.

"Teach the disciples to starve to death, master. Besides, if you learn how to do it, can you still spend spiritual stones with me?"

After listening to the fat chef's direct words, Wang Hao retreated.

He really wanted to learn it for the purpose of saving spiritual stones.

After all, due to the huge quantity each time, the cost of selling hundreds of spirit stones is really too much to bear.

And as the number of purchases made by monks surnamed Yan and others from him dropped, he gradually became unable to make ends meet.

If there is no other income, within a few months, he will run out of savings and be unable to hire this spiritual chef.

But Wang Yan couldn't think of any good solution for a while.

I can only barely maintain it like this.

Time flies by like this.

More and more spiritual chicken essences are accumulated.

His magic power is also increasing day by day.

It is getting closer and closer to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

half year later.

In Lingshui Private Courtyard, Wang Hao slowly opened his eyes.

"In less than half a year, we should be able to reach the ninth level of Qi Refining."

This speed is faster than expected.

at this time.

"Ding-deng-deng."

There was a knock on the door of the training room suddenly.

Wang Ba's face looked slightly strange.

In the Lingshui courtyard, he and Bu Chan were the only ones there now.

But Bu Chan usually would not disturb him when he was practicing.

But since there was a knock on the door at this time, there must be something urgent.

Wang Da immediately stood up and opened the door.

Bu Chan's face was filled with eagerness, and when he saw Wang Ba opening the door, he quickly said:

"Senior brother, I am convinced that he is seriously injured!"

"What!"

Wang Ba was shocked when he heard this and said without any nonsense: "Take me there quickly!"

"At the chicken farm."

Bu Chan said.

Wang Hao immediately took out the Feihuang Ruler, and quickly poured in the magic power close to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

"Hold on to me!"

Bu Chan quickly jumped onto Fei Huang Chi, and Su Bai Rouyi subconsciously hugged Wang Ba's waist from behind.

"I caught you by mistake. I asked you to grab my clothes."

Wang Hao frowned slightly.

Bu Chan: "..."

Her fair face instantly turned red, and she couldn't help biting her lips.

He glared at Wang Yan behind him bitterly.

Wang Hao didn't realize it, so he activated the flying yellow ruler and flew up quickly.

After a while, he landed in front of the chicken farm.

Went in quickly.

Next to the cabin, as expected, Shen Fu was sitting there with a pale face, and the aura on his body was visibly weak.

"Senior brother..."

Shen Fu spoke weakly.

"Don't talk yet, don't resist, let me see."

Wang Hao strode forward, stretched out his hand and turned the mana into strands, pouring into Shen Fu's body.

Soon, he retracted his palm with an ugly expression.

"Just a little bit, your dantian mana cyclone was shattered... tell me, what's going on?"

Shen Fu looked pale, but in front of his most respected senior brother, he did not dare to hide anything.

"I accepted a mission from the sect a while ago. The goal of the mission was to capture a female foundation-building cultivator for those who live in Huansheng Dao..."

"Zhuji? Are you crazy?!"

Bu Chan couldn't help but look at Shen Fu in shock.

Wang Ba couldn't help but frowned, but he didn't lose his composure like Bu Chan did. Instead, he said doubtfully:

"I know you are not an unwise person, why would you accept such an impossible task?"

After hearing Wang Ba's words, Shen Fu seemed to be pleased, and immediately shook his head and said:

"If it were a normal reward, I would naturally not take such a risk, but...one of the rewards for this mission is the Foundation Establishment Pill that can be used by senior brother!"

"What?!"

Bu Chan suddenly looked shocked.

As a family of monks, we know the value of the Foundation Establishment Pill very clearly.

And Wang Yan couldn't help but look shocked: "Foundation Pill?"

But what surprised him was not the Foundation Establishment Pill, but that Shen Fu actually took on such a task for him.

Looking at Wang Ba's gaze, Shen Fu smiled bitterly:

"I have neither father nor mother since I was a child. I was lucky enough to join the Dongsheng Sect. Who would have thought that I would become a leftist monk not long after."

"Thanks to senior brother, Bu Chan, and... Lingling, I can feel that my life is valuable."

"But Lingling is gone, and I don't want you to..."

Shen Fu's eyes were slightly red, but he managed to smile:

"Not to mention this, I just think that if senior brother can become a true cultivator of Foundation Establishment, he can become a monk of Tianmen Sect, and he can be our great supporter by then. Haha, with his temperament, he will probably not treat us badly."

"When the time comes, maybe it won't be like Lingling, Caixiang and the others..."

When it came to the last part, Shen Fu couldn't talk any more and the corners of his eyes were moist.

And after hearing these words from Shen Fu.

Wang Ba and Bu Chan were both silent.

After a long time, Wang Yan opened his mouth and said:

"So, you took this mission? Are you the only one? No, if you were alone, you wouldn't be able to escape when you encounter a true cultivator of Foundation Establishment."

Shen Fu nodded:

"It's not just me, there are actually many leftist monks who went there. However, we didn't see the foundation-building female cultivator... Not long after we left the cult, we met a group of strange people."

Thinking of that group of people, Shen Fu could not help but feel a hint of fear in his eyes:

"This group of people are so godly that they paint their bodies bright red. Their attacks are not like the magic power we use, and there is no fluctuation in the magic power. They can kill people from a distance. When they see us coming out of the church, they immediately attack us."

"A few people with high cultivation levels died on the spot, and their deaths were miserable and weird."

"We immediately scattered in all directions. Maybe it was because of my low strength. After someone hit me in the air, no one chased me."

Shen Fu shook his head mockingly, and then seemed to think of something:

"By the way, when they took action, they were shouting about Yinshen, Dream Lord, etc..."