Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2510 239: Capture_2
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Then, a sleek and pointed fox claw shot out from the swirling dust, clamping the black-haired monster solidly in the empty space.
The nine tails pulled back rapidly.
From the turmoil, the stooped silhouette staggered free from the black-haired monster's coat of fur.
In terror, he whipped around to glance back, spotting amid the dust clouds a massive emerald fox with its claw pressing down on the black-haired monster, its nine lengthy fox tails whipping fiercely behind like blazing green fires!
"Ninth-Tier divine beast!!"
"How could Zhang's Ruins conceal such a terrifying beast!"
This power felt utterly recognizable, sending his heart pounding as if it might burst from sheer astonishment!
While his thoughts churned in chaos, a casual voice suddenly rang out from overhead:
"Jiu Futu, you've truly invested a lot to nurture this mighty corpse."
Recognizing that chilling yet familiar tone, the stooped figure's heart skipped a beat!
A flicker of alarm crossed his gaze:
"It's him?!"
The image of a figure he dreaded beyond measure flashed into his mind.
Hardly believing it, he lifted his head toward the voice's origin.
Astride the mighty green fox stood a well-known green-robed man, poised in silence.
Gusts of wind swirled, causing his robe to billow.
Eyes profound as starry abysses gazed silently down at him.
Jiu Futu's heart quaked with dread, and four words escaped his lips:
"True Man Taiyi!"
The green-robed man caught the words, a complex grin forming on his features:
"You've got some nerve, snatching the Divine Corpse and still bold enough to come back to Zhang's Ruins."
Even though the tone remained steady, it deepened the terror gripping Jiu Futu's soul.
By reflex, his eyes darted to the black-haired monster pinned under the green fox's paws.
Despite the black-haired monster's frantic struggles, the nine-tailed green fox's grip held it utterly immobile.
The divide from peak Eighth-Tier to Ninth-Tier truly formed an insurmountable barrier.
Myriad ideas surged through his head.
Suddenly, Jiu Futu's face shifted; plastering on a delighted grin, he bowed low to Wang Ba in apparent ecstasy before bursting into tears:
"Senior, it's me, Jiu Futu! Since you departed that day, you've been gone for ages. Fearing I'd cross paths with folks from Supreme True Buddha's faction and hinder your plans, I reluctantly carried the Divine Corpse off to Jicang Abyss... Afterward, anxious about your well-being, I hauled the Divine Corpse back here to seek you out."
"I figured I'd aid you in refining this Divine Corpse properly, plus Zhang's Ruins teemed with rogue cultivators perfect for converting into death Qi to feed the Divine Corpse."
As he spoke, a mix of confusion and fright showed on his face:
"Hold on, has Senior already taken control of Zhang's Ruins?"
Wang Ba eyed the bent figure before him, eyes narrowing faintly, staying silent.
His intentions remained inscrutable.
This silence sent shivers racing down Jiu Futu's back, making his feigned smile grow ever more earnest.
After a short pause, Wang Ba finally uttered:
"So you headed to Jicang Abyss earlier?"
Jiu Futu nodded eagerly, mustering a grin:
"That's right, yes! With Supreme True Buddha's forces running wild near Duanhai Cliff and all key spots seized by major sects, plus nurturing this Divine Corpse demands heaps of death Qi, I transported it to Jicang Abyss."
With that, he acted like an insider, venting freely:
"Jicang Abyss was pure mayhem; I poured tons of work into helping cultivate your Divine Corpse, but couldn't hold ground and had to escape... Then, believing these rogue cultivators at Zhang's Ruins were pushing you around, I came to avenge you, but turns out it's a family feud—like flooding the Dragon King's temple by mistake, this is just..."
"Senior, getting this Divine Corpse to its current state— even without full credit, we've labored hard."
Wang Ba regarded Jiu Futu with what looked like a mocking look.
Fear of death was typical, even forgivable.
Yet a schemer this adaptable was truly uncommon.
He eyed the man's crooked posture, arched a brow, and questioned:
"What's wrong with your physique? You were close to Crossing Tribulation middle-stage before, but now your cultivation has dropped?"
At those words, tears filled Jiu Futu's eyes as he launched into another lament:
"To answer Senior, throwing my life on the line in Jicang Abyss, I slaved to raise the Divine Corpse to late-stage Eighth-Tier, hoping maybe to push it to Ninth-Tier, but unexpectedly it gained some Spiritual Wisdom and demanded death Qi from my own body, sucking me dry and wrecking my form. Barely patched myself up a bit, but then it hungered again, forcing me to feed it more of my death Qi..."
"Jicang Abyss proved too wild and perilous, so I returned to Duanhai Cliff, planning to exploit Zhang's Ruins rogue cultivators to compensate."
Listening to this, Wang Ba got the picture.
Jiu Futu had botched the grab, dropping the rice while chasing the chicken—believing he'd scored a limitless treasure, only to sacrifice his cultivation base.
Still, his logic held some merit; his personal progress couldn't match the corpse's rapid growth, so better to pour assets into the Divine Corpse upfront and leverage it later for cultivation treasures.
Regrettably, back from Jicang Abyss, Jiu Futu probably misread the scene, assuming the mighty corpse unbeatable and fearless, leading him to rampage against Zhang's Ruins cultivators.