Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 428: Chapter 35 Dilemma_3

“Brother, you have worked very hard over the years. We are not of the immortal clans, lacking the deep resources. I think we should follow what Elder Xian suggests—let nature take its course. If he has a Spiritual Root, let’s develop it properly. If he doesn’t have one…”

Bu Chan couldn’t help but bite her lip, her eyes reddening slightly:

“If he doesn’t have one… it just means he is not that fortunate…”

Without a Spiritual Root, without Xiantian Qi and blood, it means forever remaining a mortal.

A hundred years later, transforming to a handful of yellow soil.

This thought, for Bu Chan who just became a mother, was unbearable.

Yet, she couldn’t bear to see her Dao companion suffer even more.

After all, during these turbulent years, she was well aware of Wang Ba’s struggles.

In such a dilemma, one had to sacrifice.

Looking at Bu Chan, Wang Ba felt a slight tremor in his heart.

Yet nothing was revealed on his face; he simply nodded:

“I understand, Junior Sister.”

Bu Chan, her eyes reddening, managed to smile and nod.

“Alright, you should go now. Her body can’t handle such a long disturbance.”

A middle-aged female cultivator urged.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ba didn’t dare delay, instructing, “Junior Sister, you must rest well here. I’ll come to visit you regularly…”

“Off you go!”

The middle-aged female cultivator urged repeatedly.

With that, the door curtain dropped.

Behind the curtain, Wang Ba stood at the doorstep, standing quietly for a long time.

None urged him to leave.

Finally, Wang Ba turned around and walked up to Tang Ji, paying his respects earnestly:

“Elder Tang, I would like to try both methods. Could you guide me on how to proceed?”

“Both?”

Tang Ji looked at Wang Ba with amazement upon hearing this but quickly nodded: “I wasn’t wrong about you. You certainly are a determined individual!”

He went on to say:

“To enhance Xiantian Qi and blood is straightforward. It requires resources amounting to three or four hundred upper-grade Spirit Stones at most. You can have Zhao Feng buy it from the Chu border market. I’ll give you the list of specific items required.”

“As for developing an Innate Spiritual Root, it’s a bit difficult. Right now, I’m constrained by certain rules and can’t help you personally. However, if you can gather up three or four thousand upper grade Spirit Stones, once you achieve Stage III status in the Ghost Market, I can immediately help you get what you need.”

“Three or four thousand Spirit Stones?”

Wang Ba was stunned.

He had anticipated the difficulty in developing an Innate Spiritual Root, but he never imagined it would cost so many Spirit Stones.

Needless to say, until now, he had not been able to scrape together such an amount.

More importantly, after spending so much, there were no guarantees of developing an Innate Spiritual Root.

If it would fail, three or four thousand Spirit Stones would be wasted.

Not just any ordinary Cultivator, but even those with a Golden Core, or even an Immortal Master of Nascent Soul, would grieve over such a loss.

After a pause, Wang Ba gritted his teeth and asked:

“Elder Tang, will there be enough time?”

Tang Ji said, “Rest assured, to boost Xiantian Qi and blood, your Dao companion must carry the child for at least five or six years.”

“Five or six years?!”

Wang Ba was slightly taken aback. However, considering the physical superiority of Foundation Establishment Competitors over mortals, the notion of carrying a child for several years wasn’t as unacceptable as it seemed.

The existence of creatures such as the Spirit Turtle and Spirit Chicken, whose hatching period lengthens with their grade, made this concept easier.

If they had five or six years, the preparation of a Class III Inner Core seemed feasible.

With this thought, Wang Ba immediately bade farewell to Tang Ji and left the Ghost Market with Zhao Feng.

“Senior Brother, I need your help with this.”

Mid-flight, Wang Ba earnestly addressed Zhao Feng.

It seemed as if Zhao Feng had anticipated this. He smiled faintly and said, “Your concern is my concern. No need to say ‘help.’ But we have to wait for a few more days.”

Wang Ba paused, his eyes automatically going to the shadow of the sword behind Zhao Feng. His eyes suddenly brightened: “Senior Brother, you…”

“Yes. I have just consulted with Elder Tang. Now, I have learned the method to integrate them.”

Zhao Feng showed a happy smile.

Given these words, Wang Ba was no longer in a rush.

He waited patiently for several days.

After several days, the two hurriedly flew towards Baiyun Prairie.

…

Southern Yan State.

Linglong Ghost Market, Stage I.

This was not a day when the Ghost Market was open to the public.

However, two people appeared quietly in the Teleportation Array of Stage I of the Ghost Market.

One was dressed like a Cultivator, the other—a towering man with noble features.

He wore a crown, donned a four-clawed python robe and kept his hands behind his back, looking every bit like a prince in the mortal world.

“Prince Gao, this is Stage I of the Linglong Ghost Market.”

The cultivator bowed respectfully to the man in equivalence.

Prince Gao nodded slightly, surveying the surroundings:

“I, as the Guardian of Yan, seldom come here even though it is under my rule…”

At that moment, as if sensing something, Prince Gao abruptly looked back.

He saw a white-robed cultivator not far away, curiously watching him.

Prince Gao’s pupils contracted slightly. Feeling the aura emanating from the other party, he promptly returned the salute and said:

“Xiang Huang of House of Prince Gao in Chu greets the friend from Jin.”

The white-robed Cultivator seemed slightly surprised, but soon regained his calm and returned the salute:

“My name is Tang Ji, I greet Prince Gao. Might I ask why you have graced us with your presence?”

Prince Gao Xiang Huang replied candidly:

“My being here is for one reason only.”

“I wish to request your assistance in standing against the Incense Fire Dao!”