Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1815 - 23: Birth_4

"What... you can come back to life after dying?!"

The villagers were both shocked and doubtful, both joyful and fearful.

Until the bravest among them stepped forward to talk with those resurrected, confirming they were indeed their kin, the entire village turned jubilant.

Watching this scene, Yao couldn’t help but show a pure and joyful smile.

"You, who are you exactly, and how did you do this?!"

Witnessing everything unfold before him, the middle-aged man felt as if he were dreaming, and he asked incredulously.

Yao turned his head with a smile:

"Maybe an immortal taught me... Do you want to learn? I can teach you."

"Immortal? Can this... can this really be done?"

The middle-aged man’s heart skipped a beat. Born after the great calamity, he didn’t have much resistance to the mentions of immortals and cultivators by the elders.

Thus, while questioning, his eyes flashed with intense anticipation.

Resurrection, this could reduce significant losses in the village!

"Yes, but the reason I can bring them back is because they hadn’t wandered far, and there are many requirements to perform these skills."

Yao admitted honestly.

"Skills?"

The middle-aged man looked bewildered upon hearing of the requirements, hesitated instantly:

"These skills... don’t they have high demands? Many in our village are not adept at cultivation..."

"No, even ordinary people can perform them. The requirements I mentioned are in other aspects, like the blood of demonic beasts."

Yao shook his head.

The middle-aged man instantly felt relieved, followed by immense joy.

Yao simply sat down in the snow, explaining the skill to the middle-aged man.

He had no ulterior motive, just felt he should intervene upon seeing it, and he did intervene, believing he should teach these skills from memory to others, so he taught them without hesitation.

This skill seemed usable by anyone, but hidden demands still filtered out the vast majority.

The majority of the strong-bodied witches were unable to use it, yet a physically weak young lad and a few women could learn and apply it.

Nevertheless, this brought excitement to everyone in the village.

They revered Yao even more.

One day, after learning another skill, the middle-aged man couldn’t hold back his curiosity and asked:

"Immortal Yao, do your skills have names?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Yao slightly furrowed his brows.

He vaguely recalled these skills were given to him by someone, each had a name, but for some reason, he couldn’t remember any.

He shook his head, casually saying:

"I don’t remember, why don’t you name them?"

"This... me?"

Usually very composed, the middle-aged man found himself in disbelief when the mysterious immortal handed such a matter to him, which filled his heart with unparalleled excitement.

However, he quickly calmed down, searched thoroughly through his limited knowledge, and finally found inspiration:

"Immortal Yao, why not name them after our cultivation ways?"

Yao nodded indifferently.

"The elders say we seem to be called ’True Martial’ or ’True Martial Cultivators,’ but ancestors said to avoid the name of the legendary Martial Ancestor, as ’Martial’ and ’Witch’ sound similar... Let these skills be called ’Witchcraft’!"

The more the middle-aged man spoke, the more excited he became, and then he began writing in the snow with a bamboo stick.

"Since these skills are called witchcraft, those who learn them should be called ’Witches’!"

"We shall be ’Witch People,’ or the ’Witch Clan.’ Immortal Yao, what do you think?"

Yao looked at the crooked symbols in the snow, spent considerable time recognizing them as words.

These were clearly the few cultural elements the leader of this small village possessed.

"Witch... is fine too."

He nodded. Names didn’t concern him.

He simply wished the villagers would lead better lives.

...

Within the Taoist Field.

Wang Ba watched silently, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes:

"Witch... seems appropriate."

The seed has been planted.

Now, all that remains is for it to blossom and bear fruit.

Cultivators and True Martial Cultivators have begun their own transformations, what they’ll evolve into is unknown.

But he has done what he could, now it’s time to focus his energy on self-improvement and nurturing Dao soldiers and spirit beasts.

The former is fundamental, but the latter offers a way to quickly gain effective combat power.

However, things often change unexpectedly.

On this day, the Wu Monkey King suddenly flew in, informing him that it felt something passing by in the wind from outside...