Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1818 - 24: Treasure in the Wind (Part 3)

"It’s just that the consumption of the Moro Giant Elephants is simply too high."

Wang Ba thought about the Moro Giant Elephants inside the Pearl Dungeon on Wanfa Peak. Even though he had raised countless Spirit Beasts, the sight of these elephants’ appetites still made his heart ache.

Within the Little Cang World, even the Cultivators had to tighten their belts and be frugal.

Yet the rations for these Moro Giant Elephants had not been reduced in the slightest, feeding them the meat of Class IV Spirit Beasts at every meal.

But there was no choice; to obtain high-end power, this was necessary.

"However, I need to change direction; the cost-effectiveness of these Moro Giant Elephants is simply too low, and breaking through to a higher realm is truly difficult."

This thought couldn’t help but surface again in Wang Ba’s mind.

If there were enough Chaos Origin Substance, cultivating Moro Giant Elephants wouldn’t matter, but unfortunately, it was currently quite strenuous.

Storing away the Dragon Elephant Dao Soldier, Wang Ba silently flipped through the Catalogue of Local Resources of the Guantao Realm, recalling every Spirit Beast he’d encountered in his life, trying to find a suitable direction for cultivation from them.

Meanwhile, he continued to operate the Technique of Truthful Listening.

Good luck often comes unexpectedly.

In less than a month after the successful derivation of the Class V Dragon Elephant Dao Soldier’s refining method.

Wang Ba and Wu Monkey King finally sensed the ripples coming from the depths of the white mist.

"There’s movement!"

Almost at the same moment Wu Monkey King sensed the movement, Wang Ba suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as he looked towards the depths of the white mist.

"The distance... isn’t far; we can give it a try."

Wang Ba’s eyes slightly brightened.

Wu Monkey King then spoke up:

"I’ll... give it a try first."

Wang Ba hesitated for a moment. Now that he had the improved Dragon Elephant Dao Soldier, his strength barely reached the standard of a Class IV Dao Domain. Without delving deeper, and with the Wind-Driving Staff in hand, it seemed there was no great danger.

But Wu Monkey King had already stepped into the white mist.

Wang Ba’s gaze was fixed on Wu Monkey King’s back as his not-so-tall figure was quickly engulfed by the white mist.

In the face of danger, he was always the first to charge in.

Time slowly passed, and Wang Ba’s brows furrowed.

Just then, the ear acupoint in his Primordial Spirit slightly twitched.

Wang Ba’s gaze shifted slightly, looking towards the white mist nearby.

A giant silhouette slowly emerged.

In just an instant, he saw a mountain-like crystal slowly rise from the white mist.

And underneath this ’little mountain,’ holding it tightly with open arms, was the slightly raggedly robed Wu Monkey King.

Perhaps the crystal was too large, and the surrounding winds suppressed Wu Monkey King’s speed.

Wang Ba’s thoughts moved, the Wind-Driving Staff glowed faintly, and the direction of the winds around Wu Monkey King subtly shifted, quickly pushing Wu Monkey King and the crystal mountain into the protective barrier.

Wang Ba appeared next to Wu Monkey King instantly. After confirming he was unharmed, he turned to look at the crystal mountain in front of him.

The crystal was clear and transparent, so clear that one could see through it from end to end, truly as lucid as water.

But it could not possibly really be crystal if it could withstand such intense winds outside without being blown to powder.

Wang Ba circled around the crystal for a while but ultimately couldn’t understand what it was.

He didn’t know much about Artifact Refining and spirit mines; he was familiar with spirit materials related to Spirit Beasts, but he had no impression of the crystal before him.

Even if there were things that looked similar, their properties were entirely different.

At least, he did not know of any spirit mine or spirit material within the Little Cang World that could withstand the winds outside.

After some thought, he decided to send it into the Taoist Field, as the Hundred Arts Academy was still in the preparation stage, so it had to be researched by the Tool-refining Department and Spirit Mineral Department in the Diwu Hall.

Perhaps due to a turn of luck, not long after that crystal was found, Wang Ba and Wu Monkey King sensed nearby ripples again.

Once again, Wu Monkey King charged into the wind.

Soon, Wu Monkey King carried a stone disk resembling a sundial.

This time, it was much easier; Wu Monkey King flew in with ease.

Wang Ba took a closer look.

The edges of the disk were already worn, full of ancient charm.

Yet one could still clearly see the mysterious patterns protruding from its surface, depicting birds, fierce beasts, and other peculiar figures.

In the center was a round hole, seemingly meant to hold something, which was unfortunately missing.

And that something was likely the key.

"No idea how to use it at all."

Wang Ba frowned slightly, carefully examining it back and forth, but gained nothing substantial.

This thing surely was what Yu Wuheng called scrap metal.

After studying it for a while, Wang Ba faintly felt a very subtle Dao Intention and a hint of a Formation within it.

With a slight change of thought, he found a place for this stone disk.

"Send it to the Formation Department, maybe they can figure something out."

Then, he waited patiently once again.

His idea was simple: anything that could survive the wind couldn’t be ordinary.

For Yu Wuheng, many things indeed might not have been useful.

But that was not the case for the Little Cang World, with so many talents skilled in the Hundred Arts, sure to find some use for them.

It need not be an Innate Dao Treasure or some Spirit Grass or Spiritual Medicine to count as a treasure.

A piece of ore might be refined into a treasure with marvelous use.

The man and the ape just sat near the edge of the white mist, fishing alone in the long river of white mist.

Perhaps after several years, or a few months, Wang Ba and Wu Monkey King would detect some ripples, and then Wu Monkey King would venture into the white mist, amidst the roaring tempest, to retrieve piece after piece of ’scrap metal.’

These items were mostly unrecognizable to Wang Ba, so he sent them into the Taoist Field for the newly established Hundred Arts Academy’s teachers to study.

The only thing that seemed somewhat exceptional to Wang Ba was a small bronze basin.

After Wang Ba’s inspection, it was confirmed that the small bronze basin was an Innate Dao Treasure containing seven Innate Cloud Bans.

When this bronze basin was brought back by Wu Monkey King, there were still a few bean-sized, round, transparent beads inside.

At first, Wang Ba was merely curious, but after a thorough examination, he was both shocked and delighted:

"These are... Sea Pearls?"

Sea Pearls weren’t unique to the Little Cang World, for the essence of Sea Pearls was actually the Domain Origin Cang Fuzi spoke of.

Often when there were great changes in heaven and earth, the Domain Origin would leak, manifesting as ’Sea Pearls.’

That’s why Sea Pearls diminish with use.

Because the leaked origin is limited, to begin with.

Of course, higher quality Sea Pearls would, over time, absorb the Dao Intention surrounding them, gradually replenishing their origin, thus becoming reusable.

But this recovery time was not short.

For instance, the Wanxiang Sect possesses two depleted Class V Sea Pearls which, even after being nurtured for thousands of years, are still not ready for use.

Of course, the higher quality Sea Pearls, like the Class VI Sea Pearl that previously belonged to Wang Xu, Han Yanzi, and Wang Ba/Daoist Yuanci in succession, have not yet recovered even after being nursed for thousands of years.

Thinking of this possibility, even Wang Ba could not keep his composure. He immediately entrusted this place to Wu Monkey King and went to the Taoist Field himself to study this bronze basin with Cang Fuzi.

Meanwhile, Wu Monkey King did not change when Wang Ba left.

The weak Buddha’s Light trembled in the wind and white mist.

By the edge of the white mist, one person and one ape sat cross-legged, fishing alone in the long river of white mist.