Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 419: 33 New Member_1

“Shoo!”

“Shoo Shoo Shoo!”

The clear sound of a sword buzzed continuously in Wang Ba’s ears.

Under the influence of this sound, Wang Ba, feeling a little drowsy, couldn’t help but open his eyes.

He suddenly realized something and widened his eyes.

“Bu Chan!”

He sat up abruptly.

But he found himself lying in a new wooden house that was rather crude and even somewhat ugly.

After a glance, Wang Ba was extremely certain that this was not built by Bu Chan.

His junior sister’s wooden houses were never so ugly.

“Could it be made by senior brother?”

Such a guess couldn’t help but rise in Wang Ba’s heart.

Before fainting, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of a familiar sword-light.

The place where he fought with Yuan Wenzhi was very close to where Zhao Feng was. The one who could arrive at that time was probably Zhao Feng.

Thinking of this.

Wang Ba’s gaze quickly swept over, and he saw that the wooden house was empty and had nothing inside.

There wasn’t even any straw under Wang Ba.

It was incredibly crude, driving Wang Ba to firm up his guess.

He raised his hand to touch, and immediately found that his storage bag, storage ring, and spirit beast bag were all there.

His spiritual sense scanned the spirit beast bag, and Wang Ba immediately felt relieved.

Not a single spirit beast inside was missing.

“Boli?”

In the corner of the spirit beast bag, Wang Ba saw a cream-coloured parrot.

It was Bu Chan’s pet, Boli.

Perhaps because of pecking at the Class III magic tool previously, its sharp beak was severely cracked open.

Even if it’s not fatal, the damage to its appearance is significant.

However, as long as it’s properly cared for, it should recover in the not too distant future.

But Wang Ba soon felt heavy-hearted.

The spirit beasts he released from the bag are all there, not including the Azure Spirit Turtles he lost. Yet the Wu Monkey King was nowhere to be found.

And Wu Monkey King was the best spirit beast he had, also an existence he had high hopes for.

Without the Wu Monkey King, his strength would be affected. Within a short time, he probably wouldn’t be able to cultivate another spirit beast that could quickly reach Class III as soon as it got the Class III inner core, just like the Wu Monkey King.

“Was Wu Monkey King killed by Yuan Wenzhi?”

Thinking about this possibility, Wang Ba couldn’t help feeling a little gloomy.

But this gloom was quickly replaced by something more important:

“Where’s Bu Chan? How is she?!”

Before fainting, he vaguely noticed that Bu Chan’s aura had become weaker.

If she had not been treated promptly, she might…

Wang Ba immediately got up.

Hearing the sound of swords whistling outside, he hurried out of the door.

What caught his eyes was a clear blue lake.

Its crystal-clearness mirrored that of the sky.

A familiar figure hovered above the lake.

Sword-light swirled around her, and countless sword silhouettes crisscrossed around her.

She closed her eyes in meditation, her face cold but with a touch of warmth.

It was Zhao Feng.

“Senior brother!”

Even though he already had his suspicions, seeing Zhao Feng still filled Wang Ba with surprise and joy.

Feeling Wang Ba’s arrival, Zhao Feng also couldn’t help but open his eyes.

In an instant, Wang Ba felt as if countless sword beams were flashing in Zhao Feng’s eyes!

His eyes stung a little.

Yet Zhao Feng seemed to realize something and quickly retracted the sword beams from his eyes.

His eyes returned to their normal state.

He no longer seemed so sharp and intimidating, giving people the impression of an ordinary cultivator.

Wang Ba knew that this was because Zhao Feng had cast the ‘Intense Darkness’.

“Junior brother, you woke up.”

Seeing Wang Ba, a joyful expression couldn’t help but appear on Zhao Feng’s face. He immediately landed in front of Wang Ba.

However, countless sword silhouettes continued to whirl around him.

Paired with his normal cultivator’s appearance hidden by ‘Intense Darkness’, a strange contradiction appeared.

“Senior brother, what is…”

Wang Ba looked at him curiously.

Zhao Feng looked a bit helpless: “I haven’t been in the Golden Core realm for long, so it’s still a bit difficult for me to control it properly”

Wang Ba was dumbfounded.

He nodded his head, and then asked somewhat nervously:

“Senior brother, how is Bu Chan now…”

Zhao Feng had not met Bu Chan before, but Wang Ba had shown Zhao Feng what Bu Chan looked like during their leisure chats.

Hearing Wang Ba’s words, Zhao Feng understood his anxiety and immediately said:

“She was on the brink of death when I arrived, due to exhaustion of her mana and injuries inflicted by a Rank III magical instrument.”

Wang Ba’s heart tightened instantly.

But a smile soon crept onto Zhao Feng’s face:

“But don’t worry, Tang Ji, the senior from the Linglong Ghost Market, took her away personally not long ago, promising to cure her wounds.”

“Tang took her away?”

Upon hearing this, Wang Ba felt an immediate relief.

Tang Ji was an immortal master of the Nascent Soul level. With countless treasures in the Linglong Ghost Market, it shouldn’t be too difficult to heal a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s injuries.

But what puzzled him was how did Tang Ji come to know about his situation?

And why would he personally heal Bu Chan?

It’s not difficult to guess the former, since with a Fragrance Plaque available, a Nascent Soul realm master could detect it with just a slight sense.

As for the latter, he couldn’t figure it out.

Of course, he didn’t know that Tang Ji had watched the entire process and admired Bu Chan’s character and integrity, which motivated him to treat her.

Even though he couldn’t figure it out, he didn’t think too much about it. As long as Bu Chan was safe and sound, he felt as if a huge weight was lifted from his chest. He quickly thought of something else.