Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2511 239: Capture (Part 3)
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Perhaps Jiu Futu's deep familiarity with Zhang's Ruins gave him assurance that no Mahayana Cultivators would show up, fueling his brazen arrogance.
While Wang Ba stayed silent with a neutral demeanor, a flicker of distress appeared on Jiu Futu's face. Still, he clenched his teeth, retrieved his Storage Dao Treasure, and offered it deferentially to Wang Ba:
"Senior, these are some treasures I encountered in Jicang Abyss, specially kept aside to offer to you, hoping you won't disdain them."
Hearing this, Wang Ba cast a glance at Jiu Futu, then lightly beckoned the Storage Dao Treasure into his grasp. A quick scan with his Spiritual Sense followed, accompanied by a faint head shake, before he flung it back to Jiu Futu:
"Keep it for yourself."
Next, he murmured softly:
"Tie Zhu."
With its nine tails extended and perched atop the Corpse-folding, the Green Fox's expression darkened at the call, yet it dutifully lifted its paw.
The black-haired monster beneath caught the moment, springing upward in a flash toward Wang Ba.
Spotting this, Jiu Futu's eyes glinted coldly. Pretending surprise, he swiftly warned:
"Senior, watch out!"
His alert arrived a split second too slow, and in the Corpse-folding realm, that tiny delay could spell utter doom.
In the blink of an eye, the black-haired monster closed to within inches of Wang Ba.
Its deathly pale visage split into a sinister smile, baring razor-sharp fangs...
The instant Jiu Futu's words ended, his pupils shrank in shock!
There sat Wang Ba atop the Green Fox's head, facing the oncoming black-haired monster with utter nonchalance, extending a hand to seize it effortlessly.
In that moment, Jiu Futu sensed the ambient space compressing into the span of a single hand!
The enormous black-haired monster dwindled swiftly like a plaything, dropping straight into Wang Ba's palm.
Jiu Futu froze rigidly, staring in stunned silence, a chill racing up his spine!
He had just hoped the black-haired monster might wound the foe, granting him an escape, but this sight shattered every notion.
A single thought dominated his mind:
"How... how did he grow so formidable?"
"Has he reached Mahayana already??"
"It feels akin to those powers in Jicang Abyss…"
Wang Ba hefted the black-haired monster several times; its desperate thrashings proved useless.
His eyes scanned it, unveiling all secrets of the Divine Corpse's rules.
"It's truly approaching Ninth-Tier… looks like you poured tremendous effort into Jicang Abyss."
At Wang Ba's commendation, Jiu Futu forced a grin, trying to respond, but no words came—realizing they'd ring hollow now.
Wang Ba remained unmoved, closely examining the black-haired monster in quiet reflection.
Back in the Realm Sea of Origin, he had delved deeply into Divine Corpse rules and even figured out how Corpse-folding could surpass the Realm Sea's boundaries.
Corpse-folding manifests the Realm Sea's rules, constrained by them, with its typical ceiling at Tribulation Crossing Perfection.
Breaking free required either dousing it with Water of Origin or infusing superior rules from the Second Realm Sea for refinement.
The Corpse-folding's current state showed Jiu Futu had stumbled upon Second Realm Sea influences in Jicang Abyss, shattering the barrier and unlocking greater promise.
Yet those influences seemed fragmented, carving a road forward but nowhere near a full transcendence.
"What a stroke of luck… I still have some Water of Origin left."
Without pause, he turned to Jiu Futu and stated evenly:
"I'll grant you one final opportunity. Serve me willingly, return with me, and plead for mercy."
"Refuse, and I won't compel you, but…"
Jiu Futu's heart jolted at the words, hope sparking in his gaze as he eyed Wang Ba.
Wang Ba's face stayed serene, his voice flat:
"But I'll grind your bones to dust, scatter your ashes, and nourish the leftover death energy into the Corpse-folding."
Hairs rising in terror, Jiu Futu knew Wang Ba meant every syllable, so he hastily plastered on a smile:
"Haha, senior, what you say, junior has traveled far and wide to see you, surely I'm waiting to go back with you!"
Wang Ba gave a subtle nod:
"Good then."
Ignoring any deceit in the reply, he lifted his hand casually and pressed Jiu Futu's brow.
Before Jiu Futu could react, a Divine Pattern etched onto his forehead, gradually merging into his flesh and Primordial Spirit.
Sensing the Divine Pattern's invasion,
Jiu Futu's instinct screamed to fight back, but he swallowed it down.
His spirit crumbled inside, yet he mustered a smile and bowed deeply to Wang Ba:
"Jiu Futu, greets master."
Wang Ba acknowledged with a nod, swept his sleeve, and drew Jiu Futu, the Corpse-folding, and Green Fox all into it.
With a flicker, he appeared at Zhang's Ruins.
He flung Jiu Futu toward Cheng Lianzi for handling, issuing a few directives.
Then Wang Ba retreated to his seclusion chamber, pouring the leftover half of the Water of Origin into the Corpse-folding.
Palm-sized now, the Corpse-folding's form abruptly displayed rule patterns and sleek membranes…
Much like Disaster Plague Immortal and Fu Gui earlier.
But neither Disaster Plague Immortal nor Fu Gui lingered anywhere in the immortal cave now.
Gazing at the Corpse-folding, Wang Ba felt deep contentment, until a sudden awareness drew his eyes beyond Zhang's Ruins, toward the four Great Realms of Duanhai Cliff:
"Yin Tianzhi has reached Cloud Sky Realm?"
In a thought, his form vanished instantly.