Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Casual cultivators have never been good people.

Especially a high-level cultivator who can walk out of a sea of ​​corpses and people is unlikely to be a good person.

The scarcity of resources means that every independent cultivator who wants to survive, gain more, and go further must put in countless times more effort and thought than the cultivators from sects or families.

Therefore, among the monks of a sect or a family, there may be many people who concentrate on their practice and have pure minds, but among the independent cultivators, especially the high-level cultivators, such people are very few.

A truly kind person may not even live to reach the Golden Elixir or Nascent Soul stage, and will be eliminated by the cruel environment at the very beginning.

The rest are mostly a group of ruthless people who act decisively and have little moral restraint.

When the granaries are well stocked, one knows etiquette; when one has enough food and clothing, one knows honor and disgrace.

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

This rule is even more obvious when applied to monks.

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

In the Wanxiang Sect, the abundance of resources means that the monks in the sect do not need to intrigue against each other or lower their moral standards. They only need to follow the steps to obtain good results. The sect's atmosphere is naturally harmonious. Even if there are disagreements, they are disputes over directions. They are polite and decent, rather than fighting over trivial matters.

Furthermore, the independent cultivators spend a lot of time and effort on making a living, so naturally they have less time to spend on cultivation.

While spiritual practice emphasizes resources, it also emphasizes personal realization. Only when both are achieved can one achieve great success.

Therefore, even if most independent cultivators eliminate problems such as insufficient foundation in their early years, shortage of resources, lack of inheritance, etc., it is difficult for them to reach the end of their cultivation.

On the whole, the strength of individual cultivators is naturally far inferior to that of cultivators from sects or families who stick together and have clear division of labor.

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

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

Deng Yingjue from 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 already been refined into a magic weapon...

Even a cultivator like Deng Yingjue who had achieved the state of fusion had met with such a tragic end. Those cultivators from the Qingjiao Realm who were found by Deng Yingjue with great difficulty and brought back to the Ruins of Zhangshi are probably now in an even more miserable state.

Staring at the oilcloth umbrella, for a moment, he felt a sense of anger at being treated with such rage.

The perception of a cultivator in the late stage of fusion is 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 flashing in the triangular eyes, coupled with the undisguised aura of a late-stage fusion and the tall and sturdy body, made all the surrounding monks change color and retreat to avoid him.

However, it also suddenly made Wang Ba, who was originally in the crowd and not very noticeable, stand out.

"Ok?"

The late-stage fusion cultivator saw that Wang Ba did not retreat like the surrounding cultivators, so he could not help but look Wang Ba up and down. Following Wang Ba's gaze, he lowered his head to look at the oilcloth umbrella on his waist, then raised his head, tilted his head, with a bit of scrutiny in his eyes, and said in a rough voice:

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

Upon hearing this, Wang Ba slowly withdrew his gaze, then calmly met the other person's gaze and said in a calm voice:
"That's right... I wonder if you are willing to give up this magic weapon on your waist? I am willing to pay a small price for it."

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

A fierce light flashed in the tall monk's eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand and pressed the umbrella handle. Immediately, a very faint wailing sound of pain came from it.

Others might not be able to notice it, but Wang Ba's mind had always been on the oilcloth umbrella. At this moment, he clearly recognized the one belonging to Deng Yingjue from the wailing sound.

The oilcloth umbrella fell silent.

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

"You want to buy this magic weapon from me?"

“Oh, this is a treasure that is as precious as my life! I have been nurturing it for tens of thousands of years…”

Wang Ba looked calm:

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

"A top-grade Taoist treasure!"

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

Wang Ba's eyes turned cold, and then he shook his head gently:
"It seems that you don't have much sincerity... If I have a top-grade Taoist treasure, why would I need to ask you to buy this magic weapon?"

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

A top-grade Taoist treasure can be used even by cultivators who are trying to overcome tribulations.

As he walked along, he scanned the entire trade fair with his spiritual sense, but he had never seen anyone taking it out in public, which showed how rare it was.

Although he was not sure of the exact value, he also understood the principle of "it is a crime to possess a treasure". Naturally, he would not exchange such a precious treasure for a magic weapon that was obviously just made not long ago.

However, upon hearing this, the tall monk's face immediately darkened. He stared at Wang Ba, looking him up and down again, then spoke slowly with a grim look:
"My friend, you've already spoken, and I've already severed the connection with my treasure. You're just saying no now. Isn't that a bit too much of a bully? Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ba couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This person is a cultivator in the late stage of fusion, but he can be so shameless. It really broadens his horizons.

Too lazy to argue, he snorted coldly:
"What do you want, sir?"

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

When the tall monk heard this, a fierce look suddenly flashed in his eyes. He just glanced at the wandering monks who were watching the fun around him, and finally he suppressed the evil spirit.

He glared at Wang Ba coldly and said in a deep voice:
"Fellow Daoist, you are quite sharp-tongued, but it seems that this is all you can do..."

After saying that, he turned around and turned away.

When the wandering cultivators who were watching from all sides saw this scene, they all looked towards Wang Ba with pity.

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

"Are you from the Qingluo Wan family?"

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

But he didn't answer, but turned and left, as if he had admitted defeat.

Wang Ba stood calmly where he was, the whispers of the surrounding monks quickly flooding 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..."

"I will most likely be refined into an umbrella ghost. Sigh, this tongue palace is really not peaceful. I'd better go somewhere else next time, so as not to be like those casual cultivators who were..."

"Indeed, but it's also because the Wan family has been surviving in the cracks between several surrounding families for a long time, so they just gave up... Then again, other realms are not much better. It was better when we were in the realm. If we become independent cultivators, we will be like meat on the chopping board, and sooner or later we will be eaten up."

"If I were this monk, I would run away immediately..."

"It's too late. Wan Haiteng has probably already arranged some people outside the Shefu. Do you believe it or not?"

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

The spiritual consciousness dissipated silently.

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

Those people were all wearing standard robes, and it was obvious that they were the monks from the Qingluo Wan family who maintained order here.

When they heard the arrangements made by the tall monk, everyone looked fierce.

"Wan Haiteng...Qingluo Wan family, it's really just like what Yin Shilang said, they really do things in an unethical way."

Wang Ba watched this scene from afar, but his heart was extremely calm.

He casually 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, looking around.

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

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

After walking a little further away, no one would try to avoid me like this.

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

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

Just as he was watching intently.

But suddenly, several figures rushed over and tried to grab him from several directions!

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

The precious light around him flashed, and he immediately pushed these people away silently.

These people were none other than the Wan Family cultivators whom he had just met, and they were also the masters of this Tongue Palace.

"You stole someone else's treasure and dared to resist! Come back with me immediately!"

The leading monk from the Wan family flew into a rage and shouted angrily with righteous indignation.

This commotion immediately frightened the surrounding monks, who quickly retreated.

More monks in standard robes quickly surrounded Wang Ba.

If someone who doesn't know the truth sees it, they might really think it's about catching a thief.

Wang Ba, who was surrounded by the crowd, fixed his eyes slightly and looked around.

Sure enough, among the crowd watching not far away, he saw the sneering face of the tall monk.

Those sinister triangular eyes revealed a hint of complacency and ferocity, as if silently telling Wang Ba who was the master here.

Wang Ba narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

"Capture this man quickly! Recover the stolen goods!"

The leading monk shouted in a low voice.

However, at this moment, a hurried voice was heard:
"Don't do it! It's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding!"

"Ok?"

The leading Wan Clan cultivator paused for a moment, turned his head and looked into the distance, then his expression froze:
"Second son?"

Wang Ba also glanced sideways slightly.

But then I saw several monks flying towards me at a very fast speed from a distance.

Among them was Yin Shilang who brought Wang Ba to the She Palace.

As soon as Fang landed, among these people, the young cultivator with the strongest aura, 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:

"My name is Qingluo Wanjia, Wan Haisheng. We just made a mistake. The thief cultivator is actually someone else. This is our fault, but we disturbed you for no reason. Please forgive us. You may come this way. I, Wanjia, will definitely satisfy you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to invite him with utmost sincerity.

The Wan Clan monks nearby opened their mouths to speak:

"Second Young Master, this..."

Wan Haisheng glanced coldly at the Wan family cultivators, and everyone fell silent immediately.

Wang Ba glanced at the other person and did not speak, but looked at Yin Shilang who was 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 at all in the face of such an occasion. He nodded slightly towards Wang Ba and transmitted his voice:

"Don't worry, Mr. Taiyi, nothing will go wrong with what you have told me."

Wang Hao nodded slightly:

"That's it." Yin Shilang then looked at Wan Haisheng and nodded.

"Master Haisheng, please."

Seeing Yin Shilang nod, Wan Haisheng seemed to be relieved. His eyes swept across Wang Ba and Yin Shilang inconspicuously, and the smile on his face became even wider. Then he raised his hand to invite again.

However, Wang Ba did not move immediately. Instead, he looked past the Wan family cultivators around him and looked at the tall cultivator with an ugly expression in the crowd.

At this moment, a smile with a hint of ridicule suddenly appeared on his calm face.

Just like the expression of the tall monk before.

Then his figure flashed and flew away.

At this moment, the tall monk in the crowd looked ashen.

Wan Haisheng looked at this scene thoughtfully, and then flew up as well. However, when he passed over the tall monk, he paused for a moment and said in a cold voice:

"I've told you so many times not to do this kind of thing at the trade fair! Today I finally got the upper hand. You should come along... 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.

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I couldn't help but send a voice message:

"Second brother."

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

Wan Haisheng looked calm, but a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes:
"He should be a guest minister of the Yin Clan. The Yin Clan is so caring for him that even the Ninth Ancestor of the Yin Clan sent a message to the ancestor. He must have some extraordinary qualities... But don't expect the clan to clean up the mess you've made. We've nurtured you for so long. You know what to do later, right?"

After saying that, he quickly flew away.

Upon hearing this, the tall monk's expression changed from gloomy to bright.

There was also a gleam of cruelty in his eyes.

Then it quickly flew in the direction where everyone left.

Not long after.

The tall monk stopped in a palace outside the Tongue Palace.

Inside the palace, the sounds of singing and dancing were obscene.

But he immediately heard the conversation between Wan Haisheng and Bai Quyin monks in the palace:
"...Fellow Taoist Taiyi, are you satisfied with these apologies?"

"Haha, Master Wan Er, please forgive Juro for being so rude. Mr. Taiyi is very generous, but since there is a misunderstanding, why don't the person involved come and explain it in person?"

"This... Shiro, wait a moment. My younger brother will be here soon. Alas, it is also a misfortune for our family. My younger brother has always been disobedient and has contradicted the ancestor 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 and knew that they had actually noticed his arrival, and he suddenly became furious.

Thinking of Wan Haisheng's instructions just now, he immediately strode into the hall and said loudly:
"Wan Haiteng had no intention of offending Mr. Taiyi, so I came here to apologize!"

The sound was so startling that the singing and dancing around them stopped in shock.

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

Wan Haisheng had a blank expression on his face, but Mr. Taiyi looked at him with a half-smile.

Yin Shilang suddenly smiled and said:

"You said you wanted to apologize, but I didn't see any sincerity in it."

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

"Haiteng..."

The tall monk gritted his teeth, flipped his palm, and presented the oilcloth umbrella at his waist with both hands.

Wan Haisheng was a little dissatisfied:

"Closer!"

The tall monk showed a look of humiliation on his face, but he didn't dare to say much. He raised the oilcloth umbrella above his head with both hands and walked step by step to Wang Ba.

With his head down, his voice low:

"Wan Haiteng was blind and didn't recognize a real person. I offended you, sir. Please forgive me!"

Wang Ba, who was sitting high in the main seat at the head of the hall, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw the tall monk who had been so arrogant before but now lowered his back in front of him.

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

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

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

Suddenly, Wang Ba gently put down the oilcloth umbrella, looked at the tall monk, and said calmly:

"I am also somewhat interested in the middle-grade Xiantian Dao treasure in your hand. I wonder if you can give it up?"

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

Wan Haisheng was stunned, then quickly spoke up to help out:

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

Such a spineless look made even Yin Shilang's eyes show a hint of contempt.

"Yes."

The tall monk 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're going too far! I'm going to fight you!"

Almost at the same time as he opened his mouth, the middle-grade innate Taoist treasure in his hand suddenly lit up, and the seventh-level Taoist domain on his body also combined with the Taoist treasure, instantly hitting Wang Ba who was unprepared in front of him!
The astonishing light instantly exploded the entire palace!

Cups, tables, beams, pillars, arches... turned to ashes in an instant.

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

Wan Haisheng also seemed to be shocked by the scene before him. Although he was a cultivator who had reached the Perfect Body Stage, he was stunned on the spot. Then he became furious:
"Asshole! Do you want to destroy my 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.

Mr. Taiyi, who was thought to be seriously injured or even killed, was now sitting calmly behind the desk.

The cups on the table were not even damaged in the slightest.

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

There was a hint of pleading for help in his eyes when he looked at Wan Haisheng.

"Woo, woo..."

Wan Haisheng's mind raced, and he 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 Mr. Taiyi's calm face with a hint of regret:

"Your brother is incredibly powerful, and I couldn't hold him back... Second Young Master, you won't blame me, right?"

Wan Haisheng was slightly dazed, and spoke subconsciously:

"No, it's all his own fault. How can I blame you, sir..."

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 glanced at Wang Ba secretly in disbelief.

He had previously thought that the other party was easy-going and indifferent, perhaps he was a person who only knew how to practice meditation. However, 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 meditation, but his methods were extremely ruthless and decisive!

In front of the Wan family, he killed all the members of the Wan family with his own hands.

Even the Wan family's ancestor who had transcended tribulation was in the tongue palace.

How bold and arrogant is this?!

Even though the Wan family was servile in front of Baiqu Yinshi, the nature of the situation was still different.

"Let's go, we have to leave the Tongue Palace!"

At this moment, Yin Shilang rarely felt fear and retreat.

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

"Second Master, we have other things to do, so we won't stay any longer. As for your brother's matter... please accept my condolences."

Wan Haisheng forced an ugly smile on his face:

"Jiuluo, I also want to thank Mr. Taiyi for eliminating the scum in my Wan family. This bastard almost dragged the whole family down. I will go and see you off now."

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

Yin Shilang declined repeatedly, but finally couldn't resist and accepted it. However, he looked down on this second young master more and more.

Wang Ba had a calm expression and said nothing. He followed Yin Shilang and quickly flew away from the ruined palace, then got on the flying boat they came in.

Soon, the flying boat disappeared into the darkness...

same moment.

Tongue.

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 were right to try it."

"This worshiper named Taiyi revealed some of his strength when he captured and killed Hai Teng just now. He can use the rules when his fusion is perfect. It seems that he has a chance to transcend the tribulation. No wonder Yin Penglai cares so much about him. If there is one more person who can transcend the tribulation, the Baiqu Yin family will probably be the most respected in this ruins of corpses!"

In front of him, Wan Haisheng knelt respectfully. Upon hearing this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:
"Then we need to get 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 borrowing a knife..."

"good."

The old man in black said calmly:

"Go and inform Lingyuan Mansion that a worshiper of the Baiqu Yin family has been traveling to the ruins of corpses, planning to survive the catastrophe, and is now on his way back to the Yinxu Taoist temple..." (End of this chapter)