Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 2365 - 90: 9th-Tier Dao Domain

Half a month later.

Tiger and dragon intersect; clouds disperse, rain stops...

On Wanfa Peak, the sky cleared up.

Goo goo goo...

"Sizzle——"

Wang Ba leaned back on the low chair in front of the old house, placing the small teacup on the nearby small bamboo table. Casually flicking the curious Spirit Chicken away with his finger, he gazed into the distance.

A figure with hair tied up, light and graceful, was cheerfully busy between the cutting board and table, humming an unknown tune.

A sense of peace filled his heart.

Cooking smoke curled up, the sounds of chicken and dogs heard in the air.

Supreme True Buddha, Realm Sea, Little Cang World... the many worries in his heart seemed infinitely remote, as if they had nothing to do with him.

Only the present felt incredibly real and grounded.

Occasionally glancing back, Bu Chan noticed the peeping gaze of a certain someone behind the cooking smoke and glared at him with a long-lost blush like rosy clouds:

"What are you looking at?"

Wang Ba answered matter-of-factly:

"Watching you cook."

Bu Chan snorted coldly, adjusting her clothes with eyes carrying a hint of danger:

"Then what are you using the Spiritual Eye for?"

Wang Ba naturally withdrew the Spiritual Light from his eyes, remaining calm:

"The smoke from the pot blocked you, I couldn’t see clearly."

"Bah!"

Bu Chan spat lightly, seemed to think of something, and glared at him both happily and shyly:

"So many tricks, not sure where you learned them..."

While speaking, she quickly stir-fried the things in the pot, unsure if it’s the heat from the stove or something else, but her face grew even more flushed, with a smile unconsciously rising at the corner of her mouth...

"We’ve been husband and wife for so long, what’s wrong with me looking?"

Wang Ba muttered, casually pulling out a small red pill from the Storage Dao Treasure and stealthily popped it into his mouth, washing it down with spirit tea.

During refining, he vaguely distinguished the flavors of Seven-Rank Cistanche, Epimedium, and Divine Dog Kidney...

A while later, the two sat at a simple table with five or six dishes laid out.

"The scrambled eggs got burnt, all because you distracted me!"

Bu Chan glanced at one dish on the table, slightly annoyed, glaring at the innocent-faced Wang.

Wang hurriedly gestured with the empty teapot beside him:

"I didn’t do anything."

"You did do..."

Before she finished, Bu Chan realized it, her cheeks flushing, but with added mature charm compared to her youth. Blushing again, she spat lightly:

"Bah! Shameless!"

"How am I shameless..."

Wang lightly coughed, speaking seriously:

"Recently something... distracted me from important matters, after the meal, I want to show you something."

Bu Chan glanced at him, biting her lip:

"Talking nonsense during a meal!"

"This time I’m serious."

Wang defended hastily.

However, having been deceived once when they met and busy for half a month, she refused to believe him now.

Not until after the meal did Wang Ba take her into the Pearl Dungeon, retrieving two black, millstone-sized chunks of soil.

"What’s this?"

Bu Chan felt both the disappointment of unmet expectations and surprise at the strong spirituality of the soil in front, her eyes involuntarily lighting up, feeling a strange urge to possess it despite not knowing its origin.

"This is Nine-Colored Divine Soil, crafted by a Great Cultivator of the Spirit Plant Dao from the Cloud Sky Realm, gathering the first handful of spiritual earth from the dawn of many Great Realms, refined using Secret Techniques, imbued with mystical rules, feeding on Chaos Origin Substance, greatly boosting spirit plant growth; a single day equals a hundred days of progress."

Wang Ba recounted the information he had understood from the Cloud Sky Realm treasury unaltered.

"If your Lifebound Spirit Plant can enhance, it can nourish you in return."

"There are two pieces here, one for you and one for Wang Liu."

"Nine-Colored Divine Soil? Can it truly offer a hundredfold effect?"

Bu Chan showed surprise, extending her jade fingers into one piece of soil; after a few breaths, she couldn’t help but reveal amazement!

"Such astonishing Spirit Chicken!"

Without hesitation, she quickly walked to the Nine-Colored Gourd Vine within the dungeon, placing its roots into the Nine-Colored Divine Soil.

However, the lone green gourd on the vine showed no significant change.

Yet, the effects of Nine-Colored Divine Soil only manifest over time, so neither showed surprise.

"Master, Mistress!"

The green-haired child, Wang Liu, appeared from the Imperial Willow Tree, respectfully saluting Wang Ba and Bu Chan.

Bu Chan raised a hand to lift him from afar, speaking gently:

"No need to be so formal before me and your master."

"Yes, Mistress."

Wang Liu replied honestly.

Born as a spirit plant, it had natural respect for a Spirit Plant Master; even though Bu Chan might not be its match, it dared not slacken.

Wang Ba smiled faintly:

"Your mistress just tried it; you can also place your body into this Divine Soil, it will surely be greatly beneficial."

A hundredfold effect equates to a year’s growth as if a century for others, a tremendous opportunity for a spirit plant.

Wang Liu, despite having heard Wang Ba’s words before, was still both surprised and delighted, quickly thanking him, then controlled its body to retract its roots fully into the millstone-sized Nine-Colored Divine Soil.

"How’s your whip practice progressing now?"

Wang Ba had seldom asked about Wang Liu’s cultivation.

Realizing Wang Ba was testing it, Wang Liu felt anxious but still swung a willow branch from its body, striking toward the void!