Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 1 - 1 1 Give up Completely_1

Coming here, don't ask any questions, just feed the immortals' spiritual food properly, and you will enjoy the benefits! You might even end up like me in the future, serving as an outer deacon.

Yes, yes, I understand.

Mmm, take this package. It can help you feed these beasts. I'll come to check in half a month. If they aren't well-fed, don't blame me for holding you accountable.

I understand. Thank you, Deacon Li, for your kindness. This is a token of my appreciation.

Mmm, you are quite sensible. All right, I'm leaving now.

Take care, Deacon Li.

With respect, he observed Deacon Li—a man boasting a plump face and large ears—vanish into the valley surroundings, and the smile on Wang Ba's face slowly vanished.

In its place emerged a hint of letdown and resentment.

So, the moment had truly arrived!

Yet, who could fault his lacking aptitude and rotten fortune!

He truly shamed the transmigrators.

Wang Ba's gaze brimmed with unwillingness and powerlessness.

After entering this realm, he believed he could pursue eternal life and immortality.

Regrettably, after exerting himself to reach the closest immortal sect, he learned his aptitudes fell short, and they refused even to accept him as an outer member.

Unwilling to accept defeat, he attempted every possible way and devoted a complete eight years, yet gained nothing.

With his fortune nearly depleted, retreat became impossible.

In sheer desperation, he abandoned his fanciful dreams at last. He used his leftover funds to bribe someone who connected him with Deacon Li from the outer sect of the esteemed East Saint Sect.

Deacon Li accepted the bribe and proved somewhat reliable, assigning him to this spot.

A residence dedicated to nurturing spiritual food for the immortals.

However, to Wang Ba, it resembled a poultry yard more fittingly.

For the entire area teemed with roaming roosters and hens.

Each one stood tall and sturdy, full of vigor.

A quick look showed they possessed considerable spiritual essence, starkly unlike the fowl raised among mortals.

These birds roamed freely about the residence, receiving top-quality feed and spirit insects from caretakers.

Their destined end involved transport to the immortals' kitchens once plump and robust, transforming into nutrient-rich spiritual dishes brimming with spiritual power.

Deacon Li had explained all this prior to his arrival.

Apart from him, the only other presence in the residence was an elderly fellow.

The elder appeared in his seventies or eighties, his skin dotted with age spots. Spotting Wang Ba's entrance, he merely dragged over a stool, settled beneath the overhang, and basked in the sun without much regard.

Hello, sir. I'm Wang Ba. I'll be assisting you moving forward. I hope for your guidance.

Wang Ba offered his usual courteous smile in greeting.

The elder shot him a glance, eyes holding some unfathomable intent. Moments later, he responded leisurely,

My surname is Sun.

If Li dispatched you to this place, it looks like your offerings to him fell short.

Hearing this, Wang Ba paused in surprise before forcing a grin,

Ha ha, Old Sun jests. I lack anything fitting to offer.

Heh!

The elder merely snorted, averted his gaze, and fell silent.

Noticing the other's reluctance to continue, Wang Ba felt a bit uneasy. He excused himself and headed to his quarters.

The space was terribly cramped, featuring just a bed scarcely three feet across and a worn cabinet.

Opening the door revealed musty odors and dangling spiderwebs.

It appeared untouched by inhabitants for ages.

Yet Wang Ba paid no mind to such details.

Following a basic tidying, he eagerly unpacked the bundle Deacon Li had provided.

Inside lay a sheet of yellow paper, a Daoist robe, and a manual penned by hand.

Wang Ba seized the yellow paper and skimmed its contents briefly. It detailed various tips for poultry care.

He tucked it away into his pocket without ceremony.

Skipping past the standard deep-blue Daoist robe of the East Saint Sect, he directly grasped the booklet beneath.

Prominently displayed were three unadorned characters.

Body Strengthening Scripture.

Yes! This was exactly what he sought!

Wang Ba's eyes sparkled with excitement.

This represented his final lifeline.

In selecting disciples, immortals prioritized spiritual root aptitudes above all.

Superior aptitudes required no explanation.

But the majority lacked even a spiritual root.

Such as Wang Ba.

Luckily, when one path shuts, another may emerge.

This held true on the immortal path as well.

Not long before, fortune smiled on him as he discovered that practicing the East Saint Sect's unique Body Strengthening Scripture offered a slim possibility of awakening a spiritual root.

Though the resulting spiritual root typically boasted poor quality, scorned even by wandering cultivators.

For Wang Ba, however, it remained a beacon of hope.

A Cultivation Method like the Body Strengthening Scripture permitted practice solely by sect affiliates.

This explained Wang Ba's frantic efforts to join the sect, even if only as a chicken tender.

Now possessing the manual, Wang Ba flipped through it with anticipation.

This Body Strengthening Scripture comprises fully thirteen levels.

Completing each level grants an impressive surge of tens to hundreds of pounds in strength.

Merely reaching Stage X holds the potential to awaken a spiritual root?

Advancing to Stage XIII could yield a mid-grade spiritual root!

Outstanding! Such an exceptional Cultivation Method!

Wang Ba grew thrilled with each page.

He never anticipated the Body Strengthening Scripture's such wondrous potential.

Despite the numerous levels, the spiritual root awakening occurred at Stage X.

Should he master them all, a mid-grade spiritual root awaited!

And for the East Saint Sect, even a low-grade spiritual root sufficed for outer disciple status.

Thus, attaining roughly stage XI or XII would secure his position as an official outer disciple of the East Saint Sect!

From that point, the immortal journey lay open before him!

Phew... Steady now! Stay composed!

Avoid overconfidence leading to folly.

Given this Cultivation Method's extraordinary outcomes, its demands must be steep.

Let me delve deeper first.

Wang Ba inhaled deeply.

He strived to temper his surging elation.

Then he resumed his meticulous perusal.

Eh, this Cultivation Method imposes no harsh prerequisites, merely demanding time?

Wang Ba felt utter astonishment.

He hurriedly pressed onward.

The initial stage demands one year, meaning I'd be in my forties or fifties before awakening a spiritual root—yet that's tolerable.

Hmm? Stage two requires two years, stage three four years.

As he progressed, Wang Ba's expression darkened!

A geometric increase!

Without calculation, the duration for the tenth stage flashed in his thoughts.

512 years!

In disbelief, he flipped ahead swiftly.

His spirits plummeted upon spotting the figure in the text; he froze, thunderstruck!

His estimation proved accurate!

Indeed, the tenth stage demanded 512 years!

The thirteenth stage called for an astonishing 4,096 years!

This immense span surpassed the longevity of cultivators!

The manual did note that superior aptitudes allowed far shorter durations.

Still, reading those lines, Wang Ba could only offer a wry smile.

To progress from the first to tenth stage required 1,023 years total.

What aptitude could bridge a thousand-year chasm?

He held no faith in achieving it!

Even supposing a spiritual root in mere decades, what use?

Mortals endure but a century!

What means did he have for Qi refinement or foundation building?

In that instant, despair engulfed him utterly.

At last, he surrendered entirely.

He remained rooted in place, dazed, for an extended period.

Eventually, after much time, he exhaled profoundly and sighed.

As if expelling all his aspirations and resentments.

The precious Body Strengthening Scripture met a careless hurl beneath his bed.

Now clutched in his grasp was the yellow paper outlining chicken-rearing advice.