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...
Two weeks passed by.
Where tiger meets dragon; mists part, downpour ends...
The heavens above Wanfa Peak brightened once more.
Goo goo goo...
"Sizzle——"
Reclining against the humble stool outside the aged dwelling, Wang Ba set his tiny teacup down on the adjacent bamboo stand. With a lazy flick of his finger, he shooed off the inquisitive Spirit Chicken, then stared off into the horizon.
A lithe form with bound tresses, elegant and nimble, darted happily from chopping board to counter, softly singing a melody none recognized.
Tranquility washed over his soul.
Wisps of cooking fumes rose lazily, mingled with the clucks of chickens and barks of dogs drifting on the breeze.
The Supreme True Buddha, the Realm Sea, the 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 profoundly tangible and secure.
Turning her head now and then, Bu Chan caught the sneaky stare from a particular individual amid the rising vapors and shot him a fierce look, her cheeks blooming with a blush reminiscent of dawn's glow, absent for so long:
"What are you looking at?"
Wang Ba replied straightforwardly:
"Watching you cook."
Bu Chan huffed in disdain, tugging at her garments while her gaze held a spark of warning:
"Then why are you activating your Spiritual Eye?"
Wang Ba effortlessly dimmed the glow in his eyes, staying utterly composed:
"The fumes from the wok obscured you; I couldn't make you out properly."
"Bah!"
Bu Chan uttered a soft spit, then recalled something, fixing him with a mix of joy and bashfulness in her glare:
"Full of sly moves, who knows where you picked them up..."
As she talked, she briskly tossed the ingredients in the wok, whether from the fire's warmth or another cause, her complexion deepened in red, a grin tugging unwittingly at her lips...
"We've been wed for ages now; is there harm in me glancing your way?"
Wang Ba grumbled under his breath, smoothly drawing a little crimson pellet from his Storage Dao Treasure and slipping it past his lips unnoticed, chasing it with a sip of spirit tea.
As he savored it, faint traces of Seven-Rank Cistanche, Epimedium, and Divine Dog Kidney emerged on his tongue...
Soon enough, the pair settled at a basic wooden table, arrayed with five or six varied dishes.
"The scrambled eggs ended up scorched, thanks to your distractions!"
Bu Chan eyed a particular plate on the spread, a touch irritated, and shot a glare at Wang, who wore an expression of pure innocence.
Wang Ba pointed swiftly at the vacant teapot nearby:
"I didn't do a thing."
"You absolutely did..."
Midway through her words, Bu Chan caught on, her face heating up once more, yet carrying a richer allure than in her younger days. Flushing deeper, she let out another light spit:
"Bah! Shameless!"
"In what way am I shameless..."
Wang Ba cleared his throat softly, adopting a grave tone:
"Lately, certain events... pulled my focus from key tasks, so 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 dead serious this time."
Wang Ba protested in a rush.
Still, after that initial trickery upon their reunion and the whirlwind of the past half month, she wouldn't buy it anymore.
Only once dinner concluded did Wang Ba guide her inside the Pearl Dungeon, pulling out two dark lumps of earth, each 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 before her; her gaze brightened on its own, an odd compulsion to claim it surging within, origin unknown.
"This is Nine-Colored Divine Soil, fashioned by a Great Cultivator of the Spirit Plant Dao out of the Cloud Sky Realm, who collected the initial scoops of sacred dirt from the birth of countless Great Realms, processed through hidden arts, infused with arcane laws, sustained by Chaos Origin Substance, dramatically accelerating spirit plant development; one day there matches a hundred elsewhere."
Wang Ba relayed the details he'd grasped from the Cloud Sky Realm vault without alteration.
"Should your Lifebound Spirit Plant improve, it could sustain you back."
"These two portions are here, one yours and one for Wang Liu."
"Nine-Colored Divine Soil? Does it really provide a hundred times the growth?"
Bu Chan displayed shock, slipping her slender fingers into a lump of the soil; moments later, wonder broke across her features uncontrollably!
"Such astonishing spiritual energy!"
Acting swiftly without pause, she hastened over to the Nine-Colored Gourd Vine in the dungeon, embedding its roots deep into the Nine-Colored Divine Soil.
Still, the solitary green gourd dangling from the vine displayed no notable shift.
After all, the wonders of Nine-Colored Divine Soil unfold gradually, leaving neither of them taken aback.
"Master, Mistress!"
The child with verdant locks, Wang Liu, emerged from the Imperial Willow Tree, bowing politely to Wang Ba and Bu Chan.
Bu Chan extended her palm from a distance to draw him near, her voice tender:
"No need for such ceremony around your master and me."
"Yes, Mistress."
Wang Liu answered forthrightly.
As a spirit plant by birth, it held innate reverence for any Spirit Plant Master; though Bu Chan might not rival it in strength, it wouldn't dare grow lax.
Wang Ba offered a subtle smile:
"Your mistress has tested it already; you too should immerse your form in this Divine Soil—it'll bring immense gains for sure."
That hundredfold acceleration means a single year becomes like a hundred for normal growth, an immense boon for any spirit plant.
Even though Wang Liu had caught wind of Wang Ba's explanation earlier, excitement and awe still lit its face anew; it thanked him at once, then directed its form to draw all roots completely into the grindstone-like Nine-Colored Divine Soil.
"How has your training with the whip been going lately?"
Wang Ba rarely inquired into Wang Liu's cultivation progress.
Sensing the probe in Wang Ba's question, Wang Liu grew tense yet lashed out with a willow twig from its frame, whipping at empty space!