Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

This is the entrance of a store.

At this moment, this familiar face was standing in front of the door, looking into the store.

Wearing the white robe of a disciple of the Dongsheng Sect, she has a charming appearance, but her eyes are dim and her face is obviously haggard, but this only adds a bit of pitiful sick beauty to her.

It was Lin Yu, one of the four monks in Dingjiuzhuang.

When I retreated with Wang Ba before, I accidentally got separated. I thought I would definitely die in such a situation, but I never expected that the other party survived and seemed to be unscathed.

Wang Ba couldn't help but marveled.

Although he didn't have any good impressions of this woman, after experiencing life and death, Wang Yan also looked down upon the unhappiness between the two. He was inexplicably relieved to see an acquaintance at such a moment.

The perception of monks is very keen. When Wang Hao saw the other party, Lin Yu also saw Wang Hao.

The moment she saw Wang Ba, her eyes lit up.

Then he moved his steps and walked towards Wang Ba.

However, soon she hurriedly turned her head and looked into the store, as if she heard something, and there was a trace of imperceptible reluctance on her face.

After hesitating for a moment, she glanced at Wang Yan helplessly. After showing an apology, she stepped on her steps and carefully turned around and entered the shop.

The two acquaintances finally failed to speak.

Wang Yan didn't have any regrets.

With the things he had bought, he was ready to have a good rest by the Nanhu Lake for a while.

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But within two days.

A group of Tianmen Sect monks approached Wang Yan.

"All outsiders and left-behind monks need to be registered... Have you already used the spirit-sending sign? This is another matter... Come on, stamp it."

An old monk turned around and took a small seal from another monk, leaving an invisible mark on the back of Wang Yan's right hand.

"This is called Tianmen Seal."

"From now on, if you encounter patrols in the sect, you must immediately pour your magic power and show this seal, otherwise you will not be killed."

The monk on the side said to Wang Hao in a deep voice.

Wang Ba's face didn't look good, but he still poured his magic power into it. A dark red square seal immediately appeared on the back of his hand, flashing with dark light irregularly.

"Remember, if you kill our cult monks or other cult monks outside the cult, this seal will alert our cult to patrol, so you know."

The old monk looked at him with a smile, then turned around and left with the monks from Tianmen Sect.

"Inside the sect? So... from outside the sect..."

Watching the Tianmen Sect monks leaving, Wang Hao looked thoughtful.

Obviously, the existence of Tianmen Seal is to ensure the safety of believers in the church.

But on the other hand, this also means that once you leave the Tianmen Sect, no one can control it.

Although this system makes Wang Yan feel very baffled, it is consistent with the image of the Demonic Sect in his mind.

Wang Yan didn't think much about it. Anyway, he was stuck in the chicken farm. After absorbing the spiritual energy around him every day, he was busy taking care of rare chickens, yellow-throated stone turtles, etc., and had no time to go out.

But the next day, three patrolling monks from the Tianmen Sect came here.

"Who asked you to circle this place?"

Each of these three patrols seemed to be full of mana, and their auras were extremely strange. When they came up, they attacked Wang Ba with a cold face.

Wang Ba didn't dare to say anything. While infusing his magic power to activate the Tianmen Seal, he pulled Yu Changchun out as a shield.

"Senior Brother Yu from Xuanpuppet Dao?"

The three inspectors looked at each other. One of the thin monks, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, looked into Wang Yan's eyes:

"You didn't lie to us, did you?"

At this moment, Wang Hao felt that in the Yin God's Mansion, the power of the Yin God was spinning spontaneously at a rapid speed!

what happened? !

He obviously didn't make any disguise, so why did the power of the Yin God spin?

He suddenly thought of the Xuanhun Dao that Yu Changchun had mentioned before, and it seemed that he had the ability to manipulate the soul... Could it be that this person was from the Xuanhun Dao?

Did he use some kind of magic on himself?

His heart was awe-inspiring, but Wang Hao's face did not show any strangeness at all. Instead, his eyes were slightly blurred and he said stiffly:

"Yes, I didn't lie to you."

The three of them looked at each other and nodded.

The skinny monk's eyes quickly returned to normal.

The three of them discussed again, and then the thin monk spoke:

"Originally, you wanted to collect spiritual stones in this private area, but firstly, Senior Brother Yu spoke up, and secondly, this area is not too big, so I won't accept your spiritual stones in this area."

"But if we expand the land further, we will need to hand over one low-grade spiritual stone per acre per month."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Wang Hao nodded quickly, regretting that he didn't draw more lines before.

But if there are really too many strokes, I'm afraid the other party won't waive them.

The three monks did not leave in a hurry. Instead, they took out several boundary stones from their storage bags, erected them on three sides of the chicken farm, and laid down magic spells.

Obviously, the statement that spiritual stones must be handed over after the land is expanded is not just a casual statement.

Even an ordinary piece of wasteland without spiritual veins needs to be collected.

Wang Yan was completely convinced by the Tianmen Sect's various methods of gathering spiritual stones.

Suddenly, I had some speculation about the previous system that the Tianmen Seal was only effective within the sect.

"Could it be that you deliberately made such a rule in order to collect more spiritual stones?"

"After all, many monks with poor strength can only spend spiritual stones to stay here in order not to be killed."

"One link after another!"

Wang Hao shook his head helplessly.

Of course, these were just minor incidents, and he quickly put them behind him.

Ten days later.

Wang Yan stood in front of the newly rebuilt pool, looking at the yellow-throated stone turtles that were frantically splashing in the water like hungry tigers pouncing on food when they saw him, with a somewhat unsightly look on their faces.

This batch of yellow-throated stone turtles was beyond his expectation. The breakthrough time had exceeded that of rare pheasants, but they still looked extremely hungry.

Obviously, it is because he has not captured enough spiritual energy, and his body has not truly transformed into a spirit turtle, so he needs a large amount of food rich in spiritual energy to supplement it.

But Wang Yan was also helpless about this.

The Yellow-throated Stone Turtle is an omnivore, eating grass as well as meat.

But unlike the rare chicken, it cannot digest spiritual stone powder, so it cannot replenish spiritual energy by adding spiritual stone powder, but can only rely on vegetables and meat rich in spiritual energy.

Vegetable leaves rich in aura are all spiritual plants, and he has rarely seen them.

But he does have meat that is rich in spiritual energy, such as spiritual chicken.

But using spiritual chicken as feed for the yellow-throated stone turtle, even if it is only for a few days, is too extravagant.

The cost was so high that it made him feel distressed.

Thinking about it this way, he understood more and more the Dongsheng Sect's decision to focus on raising rare chickens.

Because the food of rare chickens is basically waste that monks cannot use, such as discarded spiritual insects, discarded elixirs, spiritual grain chaff, spiritual stone fragments, fish bones, etc.

The main focus is on waste utilization.

It doesn't take up much of Dongsheng Sect's resources at all, it just costs some more worthless labor.

But now that the Tianmen Sect has become the leader, the Dongsheng Sect can no longer play this game. You can't feed the chickens with human bones.

"Forget it! I can only kill the chicken and raise the turtle!"

Wang Hao gritted his teeth and finally became cruel. After absorbing the life essence from a batch of spiritual chickens he had cultivated in the past few days, he killed a few of them and threw them into the pool.

Watching as these twenty-odd yellow-throated stone turtles easily chewed up a few spiritual chickens, not even the bones were left.

"These guys obviously don't have any teeth..."

Wang Yan was also shocked by the amazing bite force of the yellow-throated stone turtle.

Then his frown deepened.

"This won't work. We must find a way to increase the number of chickens."

"Otherwise, not only will Changchun be dissatisfied soon, but if the yellow-throated stone turtle gives birth to babies later, it probably won't be able to support itself."

"Also, once the number of chickens increases, the demand for chicken feed will also increase. I may not be able to do it by myself."

When he was working as a handyman, he once thought about taking a few breeder chickens down the mountain, finding a place to hide, and gaining longevity by raising chickens on a large scale.

Now that I think about it, it was too naive.

Without sufficient resources, his idea would not be implemented at all.

And even if it succeeds, once it reaches a large scale, it will inevitably attract the attention of others, and his idea of ​​​​continuing to survive will not be successful.

Therefore, what is most suitable for him is to hide under a big force.

Thinking about it this way, even though a strange combination of circumstances didn't work out, at least for now, staying in the Tianmen Sect might not be a solution.

A few more days passed.

The yellow-throated stone turtles have finally completed their transformation.

[Current lifespan: 99.7 years], [98.5 years], [100.4 years]...

After the transformation, the body shape and appearance of the yellow-throated stone turtle did not change much. Instead, its color became more golden, giving it the feeling of a golden turtle.

In contrast, the throat, which was originally a more prominent color, turned out to be very ordinary.

"The longevity is basically around 100 years. Compared with the fifty or sixty years of the Lingji, it is indeed much longer."

"Of course, the price is also very high. A yellow-throated stone turtle transformed into a yellow-throated turtle and almost ate two spiritual chickens."

"After all, it's a bit of a loss."

Wang Hao thought about it silently, feeling a little distressed.

Two spiritual chickens can provide him with about 12 years of life, and they can also be sold. According to the recycling price he asked at the spiritual animal shop two days ago, a male spiritual chicken can almost get two pieces of spiritual energy. stone.

After all, if he wanted to get 10 years of life from the Yellow-throated Stone Turtle, his cost would be 4 spiritual stones.

Of course, if you want to buy one, the price is ridiculously high, nearly seven yuan for a male spiritual rooster.

The main focus is to buy low, sell high, and exploit vigorously.

So Wang Yan really didn't want to sell the spiritual chicken.

But there is really no other way now. If the problem of cheap food is not solved, chicken farms will soon be in trouble.

After thinking for a while, he simply squatted on the ground and wrote out the current difficulties.

"First, solve the problem of cheap chicken feed."

"Also looking for cheaper turtle feed."

“Second, it’s still the same old problem, solving the breeding of rare chickens.”

As long as the above problems are solved, he will be able to slowly accumulate spiritual stones. When the time comes, he will buy two human puppets to take care of the chicken farm. He will move to the market and practice with the help of spiritual veins.

After all, practice is fundamental.

But not long after, Yu Changchun brought him good news.