Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2365 - 90: 9th-Tier Dao Domain
Previously on Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant...
After half a month had passed.
The union of tiger and dragon concluded; clouds parted, and the rain ceased...
Atop Wanfa Peak, the weather turned serene and bright.
Goo goo goo...
"Sizzle——"
Wang Ba reclined in the modest chair outside the aged dwelling, setting his tiny teacup down on the adjacent bamboo stand. With a light tap, he shooed off the inquisitive Spirit Chicken, then directed his sight toward the horizon.
A lithe form with bound hair moved nimbly and elegantly amid the chopping board and countertop, humming a mysterious melody with evident joy.
A profound tranquility settled within his soul.
Smoke rose lazily from the kitchen, mingled with the clucks of chickens and barks of dogs in the breeze.
Supreme True Buddha, Realm Sea, Little Cang World... all those burdens weighing on his mind now appeared distant beyond measure, utterly disconnected from his life.
Just this moment struck him as vividly tangible and secure.
Glancing over her shoulder now and then, Bu Chan caught the sneaky stare from a particular individual amid the rising fumes and shot him a fierce look, her cheeks blooming with a rare crimson glow like dawn's hues:
"What are you looking at?"
Wang Ba replied without hesitation:
"I'm watching you prepare the meal."
Bu Chan huffed in disdain, smoothing her attire while her gaze held a spark of warning:
"Then why are you using your Spiritual Eye?"
Wang Ba promptly dimmed the glow in his eyes, staying utterly composed:
"The steam from the wok obscured you; I couldn't see properly."
"Bah!"
Bu Chan let out a soft spit, then recalled something, fixing him with a mix of delight and bashfulness in her glare:
"Full of sly moves, who knows where you picked them up..."
As she spoke, she briskly tossed the ingredients in the pan; whether from the fire's warmth or another cause, her complexion deepened in red, and a subtle grin tugged at her lips without her noticing...
"We've been married for ages now; is it so wrong for me to watch?"
Wang Ba grumbled under his breath, then fished a little crimson pill from his Storage Dao Treasure and slipped it discreetly between his lips, chasing it with a sip of spirit tea.
In the midst of tasting it, he faintly picked out notes of Seven-Rank Cistanche, Epimedium, and Divine Dog Kidney...
Soon enough, the pair settled at a basic wooden table, where five or six dishes were arrayed before them.
"The scrambled eggs ended up scorched, and it's all your fault for throwing me off!"
Bu Chan eyed one particular plate with mild irritation, shooting a sharp glance at the feigned-innocent Wang.
Wang swiftly pointed to the vacant teapot nearby:
"I haven't done a thing."
"You absolutely did..."
Before completing her words, Bu Chan caught herself, her face heating up once more, yet carrying an extra layer of allure from her matured years compared to before. Flushing deeper, she uttered a light spit:
"Bah! You rogue!"
"How am I a rogue..."
Wang cleared his throat softly, adopting a solemn tone:
"Lately, certain events have pulled my focus from key duties; once we eat, I'd like to reveal something to you."
Bu Chan shot him a look, nibbling her lower lip:
"Spouting rubbish right at mealtime!"
"I'm completely earnest this time."
Wang protested in a rush.
Still, after that initial trickery upon reuniting and the whirlwind of the past half month, she wouldn't buy into it anymore.
Not until the feast concluded did Wang Ba lead her inside the Pearl Dungeon, pulling out two dark lumps of earth, each roughly the size of a grindstone.
"What is this?"
Bu Chan experienced a twinge of letdown from dashed hopes alongside astonishment at the potent spiritual aura emanating from the earth ahead; her gaze sparkled unwittingly, an odd compulsion to claim it surging within her, even without grasping its source.
"This is Nine-Colored Divine Soil, forged by a mighty expert in the Spirit Plant Dao from the Cloud Sky Realm, who collected the initial scoops of sacred dirt at the birth of numerous Grand Realms, then forged it via hidden arts, infused with arcane laws, sustained by Chaos Origin Substance, dramatically accelerating spirit plant development; one day there matches a hundred days elsewhere."
Wang Ba relayed the details he'd gleaned from the Cloud Sky Realm vault without alteration.
"Should your Lifebound Spirit Plant advance, it could sustain you back."
"We have two portions here, one meant for you and the other for Wang Liu."
"Nine-Colored Divine Soil? Does it really provide a hundred times the growth?"
Bu Chan displayed clear wonder, slipping her slender fingers into a chunk of the soil; moments later, she couldn't suppress her awe!
"What an incredible Spirit Chicken!"
Without delay, she hurried over to the Nine-Colored Gourd Vine in the dungeon, embedding its roots into the Nine-Colored Divine Soil.
Still, the solitary verdant gourd hanging from the vine exhibited no immediate shift.
But the potency of Nine-Colored Divine Soil unfolds gradually, so neither of them expressed any shock.
"Master, Mistress!"
The green-tressed youth, Wang Liu, emerged from the Imperial Willow Tree, offering a polite bow to Wang Ba and Bu Chan.
Bu Chan extended her hand from a distance to draw him closer, her voice tender:
"There's no call for such ceremony in front of your master and me."
"Understood, Mistress."
Wang Liu answered straightforwardly.
As a being born from a spirit plant, it held innate reverence for any Spirit Plant Master; though Bu Chan might not surpass it in strength, it wouldn't dare to grow lax.
Wang Ba offered a gentle smile:
"Your mistress has just tested it; you too can immerse your form in this Divine Soil, and it will undoubtedly bring immense gains."
A hundredfold acceleration meant a single year felt like a full century to others, an extraordinary boon for any spirit plant.
Wang Liu, even after prior knowledge from Wang Ba, brimmed with shock and joy anew, offering swift gratitude before maneuvering its form to plunge its roots entirely into the grindstone-like Nine-Colored Divine Soil.
"How has your training with the whip advanced lately?"
Wang Ba rarely inquired about Wang Liu's cultivation progress.
Sensing this as a probe from Wang Ba, Wang Liu grew tense yet extended a willow limb from its frame, lashing out toward empty space!