Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Self-cultivators are never kind people.

Especially the high-level self-cultivators who can walk out of the sea of ​​corpses and people are even less likely to be kind people.

The scarcity of resources requires every self-cultivator to survive, gain more, and go further, and he must make countless times more efforts and thoughts than the sect and family cultivators.

Therefore, among the sect cultivators or family cultivators, there may be many people who concentrate on cultivation and have pure minds, but among the self-cultivators, especially the high-level cultivators, there are very few such people.

The truly kind people may not live to the golden elixir and the primordial infant, and will be eliminated by the cruel environment at the beginning.

The rest are mostly a group of people who are ruthless, decisive, and have little moral constraints.

When the granary is full of food, they know etiquette, and when they have enough food and clothing, they know honor and disgrace.

This is not an assertion, but a summary of the law.

When it comes to the cultivators, this law is even more obvious.

Just like when Wang Ba first entered the Dao, the people in Dongsheng Sect, Tianmen Sect, and Yan State did everything they could to compete for a little cultivation resource.

When it came to Wanxiang Sect, the abundance of resources meant that the cultivators in the sect did not need to intrigue and lower their moral standards. They only needed to follow the rules to get good results. The sect's atmosphere was naturally harmonious. Even if there were differences, they were disputes over routes, and they were polite and decent, rather than fighting for a few melons and dates.

Furthermore, the casual cultivators spent a lot of time trying to make a living, so they naturally spent less time on cultivation.

While cultivation emphasizes resources, it also emphasizes personal understanding. Only by combining the two can one achieve the Great Dao.

Therefore, even if most casual cultivators eliminate the problems of insufficient foundation, shortage of resources, and missing inheritance in their early years, it is difficult for them to reach the end of their cultivation.

On the whole, the strength of casual cultivators is naturally far inferior to that of sects and family cultivators who hold together and have clear division of labor.

These are Wang Ba's insights into the independent cultivators.

Even though he had a clear understanding of independent cultivators, when he came into contact with this group again, he was still shocked by their cruel core.

Deng Yingjue of the Green Dragon Realm, the cultivator in the early stage of fusion who brought him into the Ruins of Corpses, had only been there for a few decades, and when he saw him again, he had been refined into a magic weapon...

Even a cultivator in fusion like Deng Yingjue had such a tragic end, the cultivators in the Green Dragon Realm who were finally found by Deng Yingjue and taken back to the Ruins of Corpses were probably even more miserable now.

Staring at the oilcloth umbrella, for a moment, he felt a touch of anger in his heart.

The perception of the cultivator in the late stage of fusion was so sharp that under Wang Ba's unconcealed gaze, the tall cultivator who was walking slowly with a Taoist treasure in his hand and an oilcloth umbrella hanging from his waist frowned slightly and turned to look at Wang Ba.

The fierce light flashed in the triangular eyes, coupled with the unconcealed aura of the late stage of fusion and the sturdy and tall body, which made the surrounding monks all change color and retreat and avoid him.

However, it also suddenly highlighted Wang Ba, who was originally in the crowd and did not show his presence.

"Hmm?"

The late stage of fusion monk saw that Wang Ba did not retreat like the monks around him, and he couldn't help but look up and down at Wang Ba. Following Wang Ba's gaze, he lowered his head and looked at the oilcloth umbrella on his waist. Then he raised his head, tilted his head, and said in a rough voice with a bit of scrutiny in his eyes:

"You don't know me? Are you new here?"

Wang Ba heard the words and slowly retracted his gaze, then calmly met the other party's sight and said in a light voice:

"That's right... I don't know if you are willing to give up this magic weapon on your waist? I am willing to spend some money."

As if hearing Wang Ba's voice, the oilcloth umbrella on the waist of the tall monk suddenly shook.

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the tall monk, and he suddenly raised his hand to press the umbrella handle, and a very subtle wailing of pain came from it.

If others might not notice it, but Wang Ba's mind has always been on the oilcloth umbrella, and at this moment, he clearly recognized the one belonging to Deng Yingjue from the wailing.

The oilcloth umbrella became quiet.

The tall monk raised his head and looked at Wang Ba, with a bit of restraint in his eyes:

"You want to buy my magic weapon?"

"Hehe, this is a treasure that I have cultivated with my life! I have nurtured it for tens of thousands of years..."

Wang Ba's face was calm:

"I want it sincerely. If you are willing to give it up, I will be grateful."

"A top-grade Taoist treasure!"

The tall monk's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly spoke.

Wang Ba's eyes were slightly cold, and then he shook his head gently:

"Fellow Daoist seems to have no sincerity... If I have a top-grade Daoist treasure, why should I ask you to buy this magic weapon again."

"If you really don't want to sell it, then forget it."

Top-grade Daoist treasures can be used even by cultivators who are transcending tribulations.

He just walked along the way, and his spiritual sense swept through this trade fair, but he never saw anyone take it out in public, which shows how rare it is.

Although he didn't know the specific value, he also understood the principle of possessing a treasure, and naturally he couldn't use such a precious treasure to exchange for a magic weapon that was obviously just refined not long ago.

However, the tall cultivator heard the words, but his face immediately sank, staring at Wang Ba, looking him up and down again, and then his eyes were grim, and he slowly said:

"Friend, you have already spoken, and I have already cut off the connection with my treasure. You are saying no now, isn't it a bit too bullying? Do you really think I, Wan, am easy to bully?"

Wang Ba raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

This person was a cultivator in the late stage of fusion, but he could be so shameless, which really broadened his horizons.

He was too lazy to argue and snorted coldly:

"What do you want?"

"There are so many fellows here, are you going to kill me?"

When the tall cultivator heard this, a sharp look flashed in his eyes. He just glanced at the casual cultivators who were watching the excitement around him, and the evil spirit was finally suppressed by him.

He glared at Wang Ba coldly and said in a deep voice:

"Fellow Daoist is sharp-tongued, but it seems that this is all he can do..."

After saying that, he turned around with a wave of his sleeves.

The casual cultivators who were watching around saw this scene, but they all looked at Wang Ba with pity.

Wang Ba's heart moved slightly, and suddenly he said in a low voice:

"Are you from the Qingluo Wan family?"

The tall monk paused slightly, turned his head and looked at Wang Ba deeply, the fierce light in his eyes was no longer concealed.

But he did not answer, but turned and left immediately, as if he had admitted defeat.

Wang Ba stood calmly in the same place, and the whispers of the surrounding monks quickly poured into his ears.

"This man is finished. This 'Wan Haiteng' is narrow-minded and extremely greedy. Wan Haiteng will definitely find a reason to take him away later..."

"He will probably be refined into an umbrella ghost. Alas, this Tongue Palace is really not peaceful. Next time, I'd better go to other places, so as not to be like those casual cultivators, who were..."

"Indeed, but it is also because the Wan family survived in the cracks between the surrounding families. After a long time, they simply broke the jar... Then again, other realms are not much better. It was better when they were in the realm. If they become casual cultivators, they will be like meat on the chopping board. Sooner or later, they will be eaten up."

"If I were this cultivator, I would run quickly..."

"It's too late. Wan Haiteng has probably arranged people outside the Tongue Palace. Do you believe it?"

Listening to the conversations of these local casual cultivators around him, Wang Ba looked indifferent.

The consciousness spread silently.

Sure enough, not far away, the tall monk was standing in front of several monks dressed in the same clothes, whispering something.

Those people were all wearing standard robes, and they were obviously the monks of the Qingluo Wan family who maintained order here.

At this moment, hearing the arrangement of the tall monk, everyone looked fierce.

"Wan Haiteng... Qingluo Wan family, it's really the same as Yin Shilang said, doing things is really unkind."

Wang Ba watched this scene from a distance, but his heart was very calm.

He took out the fourth-class token in his hand and whispered a few words to the token.

Then he put away the token and walked along the stalls while looking.

However, some local casual cultivators around him quickly avoided him as if they had encountered a plague god.

Fortunately, the casual cultivators who came to this trade fair were not only from the local Shefu, but also some people outside the Shefu.

After walking a little further, no one avoided him so deliberately.

Wang Ba also quickly blended in and stopped in front of a stall selling spirit beasts.

He was born as a beast tamer and had a natural liking for spirit beasts, so he couldn't help but stop when he saw one.

Just as he was fascinated by it.

Suddenly, several figures rushed over, coming from several directions to grab him!

Wang Ba's expression remained unchanged, but there was a flash of unexpected indifference in his eyes.

The treasure light around him shone, and he immediately pushed these people away silently.

These people were the Wan family cultivators he had just seen, and the masters of this tongue palace.

"You stole other people's treasures, and you dare to resist! Go back with me quickly!"

The leading Wan family cultivator was furious and shouted angrily with righteousness.

This movement immediately shocked the surrounding cultivators and they quickly retreated.

And more cultivators in standard robes quickly surrounded Wang Ba.

If someone who didn't know the truth saw it, they would really think they were catching a thief cultivator.

Wang Ba, who was surrounded by the crowd, looked around with a slightly fixed gaze.

As expected, in the crowd not far away, he saw the sneer on the face of the tall monk.

In those sinister triangular eyes, there was a hint of pride and ferocity, as if silently telling Wang Ba who was the master here.

Wang Ba narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

"Quickly capture this man! Recover the stolen goods!"

The leading monk shouted.

However, at this moment, a hurried cry was suddenly heard:

"Don't do it! Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"

"Huh?"

The leading Wan family monk paused slightly, turned his head and looked into the distance, then his face was startled:

"Second Young Master?"

Wang Ba also looked sideways slightly.

But he saw several monks flying from a distance at a high speed.

Among them, there was Yin Shilang who led Wang Ba to the Shefu.

As soon as Fang landed, the young cultivator with the strongest aura among the few people, who had already reached the perfect fusion, raised his hand and bowed slightly to Wang Ba, with a smile on his face, and said apologetically:

"I am Wanjia of Qingluo, Wan Haisheng, we made a mistake just now, the thief cultivator is actually someone else, it is our fault, but we disturbed you for no reason, please forgive me, you may as well come this way, my Wanjia will definitely satisfy you."

As he said, he raised his hand to invite, with great sincerity.

The Wanjia cultivators next to him opened their mouths to speak:

"Second Young Master, this..."

Wan Haisheng glanced at the Wanjia cultivators coldly, and everyone was silent immediately.

Wang Ba glanced at the other party, did not speak, but looked at Yin Shilang who landed beside him.

Although Yin Shilang was only at the Refining Void Realm, perhaps because he had the support of the Baiqu Yin Clan, he was not afraid of such an occasion. He nodded slightly to Wang Ba and said in a voice transmission:

"Don't worry, Mr. Taiyi, there will be no mistakes in what you told me."

Wang Ba nodded slightly:

"Then let's do it."

Yin Shilang then looked at Wan Haisheng and nodded:

"Mr. Haisheng, please."

Seeing Yin Shilang nod, Wan Haisheng seemed to be relieved. His eyes swept across Wang Ba and Yin Shilang without a trace, and his smile became even more intense. Then he raised his hand to invite again.

Wang Ba did not move immediately. He looked past the surrounding Wan Clan cultivators and looked at the tall cultivator in the crowd with an ugly face.

On his calm face, a smile with a bit of ridicule suddenly appeared at this moment.

Just like the expression of the tall cultivator before.

Then the figure flashed and flew away.

At this moment, the tall monk in the crowd had a grim face.

Wan Haisheng looked at this scene thoughtfully, and then flew up, but when he passed above the tall monk, he paused slightly and said coldly:

"I told you not to do such things at the trade fair, how many times! Today I finally got the chance, you come with me... Later, you'd better be sincere."

The tall monk suddenly looked up, with a trace of extreme annoyance, frustration, unwillingness and confusion in his eyes.

I couldn't help but send a voice message:

"Second brother."

"He is from the Baiqu Yin family? But is there such a person among the core members of the Yin family? That Yin Shilang is the descendant of Yin Fu, the general manager of the Yin family. He has a very high status, but he is so respectful to this person..."

Wan Haisheng looked calm, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes:

"He should be a guest minister of the Yin family. The Yin family is so caring, and even the ninth ancestor of the Yin family specially sent a message to the ancestor. I believe he must have something extraordinary... But don't expect the clan to clean up the mess you have caused. We have cultivated you for so long. Later, you know what to do, right?"

After saying that, he quickly flew away.

When the tall monk heard this, his face changed from cloudy to bright.

A hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

Then he quickly flew in the direction where everyone left.

Not long after.

The tall monk stopped in a palace outside the Shefu.

In the palace, the sound of singing and dancing was lewd.

But he still heard the voices of Wan Haisheng and Baiqu Yin's monks talking in the palace:

"...Fellow Taoist Taiyi, are you satisfied with these apologies?"

"Hehe, Mr. Wan Er, please forgive me for being so presumptuous. Mr. Taiyi is magnanimous, but since there is a misunderstanding, why don't the parties come to explain it in person?"

"This... Shilang, wait a moment, my brother will come over later. Alas, it is also a misfortune for the family. My brother has always been disobedient and has contradicted the ancestors many times. If it were not for his hard work and great contributions, he would have been expelled from the family long ago..."

The tall monk heard the conversation of several people, knowing that they had actually noticed his arrival, and he suddenly became angry.

Thinking of Wan Haisheng's instructions just now, he immediately strode into the hall and said loudly:

"Wan Haiteng did not intend to offend Mr. Taiyi, so I came to apologize!"

This voice was really a bit shocking, and the singing and dancing around were all shocked and stopped.

Several people in the hall also looked at the tall monk.

Wan Haisheng had no expression on his face, but the 'Mr. Taiyi' looked at him with a smile.

Yin Shilang suddenly smiled and said:

"You said you were going to apologize, but I didn't see your sincerity."

Wan Haisheng's face darkened when he heard this, and then he looked at the tall monk:

"Haiteng..."

The tall monk gritted his teeth, turned his palm, and offered the oilcloth umbrella on his waist with both hands.

Wan Haisheng was slightly dissatisfied:

"Come closer!"

The tall monk looked humiliated, but he didn't dare to say much. He raised the oilcloth umbrella above his head with both hands and walked to Wang Ba step by step.

He lowered his head and said in a low voice:

"Wan Haiteng didn't recognize the real person, and he offended you, please forgive me!"

Wang Ba, who was sitting high in the main seat at the head of the hall, looked at the tall monk who was arrogant before but now bowed his back in front of him, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

Although he had learned from Yin Shilang on the way here that the Qingluo Wan family was far inferior to the Baiqu Yin family in terms of overall strength because there was only one tribulation-crossing cultivator in the family, and therefore they were extremely humble in front of the Yin family, but seeing this scene, he still realized the status gap formed by the gap in strength.

His eyes turned slightly, and in Wan Haisheng's expectant eyes, he gently reached out and took the oilcloth umbrella.

Wan Haisheng showed a slight joy and was about to speak.

But suddenly he saw Wang Ba gently put down the oilcloth umbrella, looked at the tall cultivator, and said calmly:

"I am also interested in the middle-grade innate Taoist treasure in your hand, I wonder if I can give it up?"

The tall cultivator lowered his head and his body shook slightly.

After being stunned, Wan Haisheng quickly spoke up and said:

"Mr. Taiyi asked, why don't you take it out quickly!"

This spineless look made Yin Shilang's eyes look a little more contemptuous.

"Yes."

The tall cultivator spoke slowly.

Then he took out the Taoist treasure that Wang Ba had given to Deng Yingjue from his sleeve.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his head, revealing a face full of anger and madness, staring at Wang Ba:

"You are going too far! I will fight you!"

Almost at the same time as he opened his mouth, the middle-grade innate Dao treasure in his hand suddenly lit up, and the seventh-level Dao domain on his body also combined with the Dao treasure, instantly hitting Wang Ba who had never been on guard in front of him!

The amazing light instantly exploded the entire palace!

Cups, tables, beams, columns, arches... turned into ashes in an instant.

This change was so sudden that Yin Shilang couldn't even react, and the other accompanying fusion cultivators around were also in a panic.

And Wan Haisheng seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of him. He was obviously a fusion perfect cultivator, but he was stunned on the spot, and then he became furious:

"Asshole! Do you want to destroy my Wan family!"

Then he seemed to be in a panic to rescue.

However, the next moment, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The light dissipated.

The 'Mr. Taiyi' who was thought to be seriously injured or even killed was now sitting calmly behind the table.

The cups on the table were not even damaged.

The tall monk who committed the crime was now hanging in the air, struggling hard, his face flushed, his eyes flashing with fear and regret, as if an invisible hand had strangled his throat.

Looking at Wan Haisheng, there was even a hint of help in his eyes.

"Woo, woo..."

His mind raced, and Wan Haisheng spoke quickly:

"Mr. Taiyi, the Wan family failed to discipline me, and I made a big mistake. Please hand him over to me, and I will definitely give him..."

Puff --

A dull sound.

Wan Haisheng was stunned.

He stared blankly at the blood foam falling in the air in front of him.

His eyes subconsciously shifted slightly, and he only saw the calm face of ‘Mr. Taiyi’ with a hint of regret:

“Your brother is so powerful, and I couldn’t hold back… Second Master, you won’t blame me, right?”

Wan Haisheng was slightly dazed, and subconsciously said:

“No, it’s, it’s his own fault, how can you blame Mr. Taiyi…”

He still couldn’t believe that the other party had actually killed a core member of the Wan family in front of him on the Wan family’s territory!

The eyes of the accompanying monks were filled with grief and anger at this moment.

Yin Shilang was no longer as calm as before, and secretly glanced at Wang Ba in disbelief.

He had thought that the other party was easy-going and indifferent before, perhaps he was a person who only knew how to practice, but when Wang Ba suddenly made a move, he suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not one of those outsiders who only knew how to practice, but his methods were extremely ruthless and decisive!

He killed the Wan family in front of the Wan family.

Even the Wan family’s tribulation ancestor was in the tongue palace.

How bold and arrogant is this? !

Even if the Wan family kowtowed in front of Baiqu Yin, the nature was still different.

"Let's go, we have to leave the Shefu quickly!"

At this moment, Yin Shilang was rarely frightened and wanted to retreat.

He was also very decisive. He sent a message to Wang Ba, and then quickly said to Wan Haisheng:

"Second Master, we have something else to do, so we won't stay any longer. Your brother's matter... condolences."

Wan Haisheng squeezed out an ugly smile on his face:

"Shilang, I also want to thank Mr. Taiyi for eliminating the scum of the family for my Wan family. This bastard almost dragged the family into the water. I will go and see you off now."

As he spoke, he took out two more storage treasures and stuffed them into Yin Shilang.

Yin Shilang refused again and again, but in the end he couldn't resist accepting it. However, he looked down on this second master more and more in his heart.

Wang Ba looked calm and said nothing. He followed Yin Shilang and quickly flew away from the ruined palace, and then got into the flying boat they came from.

Not long after, the flying boat disappeared in the darkness...

At the same time.

Shefu.

The Qingluo Wan family moved into the ancestral land of Shefu.

An old man in black stood silently, looking far away in the direction where the flying boat disappeared, and said faintly:

"You are right to test it."

"This worshiper named 'Taiyi' revealed some of his foundation when he captured and killed Hai Teng just now. He can use the rules when he is fully integrated. It seems that he has hope of transcending the tribulation. No wonder Yin Penglai cares so much about this person. If there is one more person who transcends the tribulation realm, the Baiqu Yin family will probably be respected in this ruins of corpses!"

In front of him, Wan Haisheng knelt respectfully. Hearing this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"Then we need Kill him in advance..."

"No, we can't touch this matter."

The old man in black said slowly with his hands behind his back:

"The Wan family's foundation is too weak. Even if we kill Taiyi, we won't get any benefits. On the contrary, some people are more worried than us that the Yin family will have another person in the Tribulation Realm."

Wan Haisheng's eyes lit up:

"You mean to borrow a knife..."

"Yes."

The old man in black said indifferently:

"Go and inform Lingyuan Mansion that a worshiper of the Baiqu Yin family has traveled to the ruins of the corpse and is planning to cross the tribulation. He is now on his way back to the Yin Ruins Taoist Temple..." (End of this chapter)