Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 132 The Dao Always Exists, Uppermost of Mountain Sea Sect_3

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Wang Ba shook his head in puzzlement.

Zhao Feng spoke:

“The so-called Mutiny of Dragon-Snake means that if a cultivator encounters an opportunity to transform into a dragon, they would seize the chance to soar high. But if they encounter a devastating drought or hardship, they would be like a snake in the grass. Even living in the muddy caves with earthworms and ants, they would not feel self-pity or resentment, instead remaining dormant and awaiting the opportunity to become a dragon.”

“Junior Brother, you are currently this snake, needing to lie dormant in the mire of the Tianmen Cult, accompanying insects, but do not forget, the day will come when you will transform into a dragon, mounting the clouds and riding the fog, breathing in the universe.”

Hearing Zhao Feng’s words, Wang Ba suddenly had a revelation in his heart.

To be honest, he was already weary of his days in the Tianmen Cult, living like a fly among dogs.

He had even long forgotten the initial heart that made him give up everything to join the East Saint Sect.

The reason he is still barely surviving in the Tianmen Cult is merely the instinct to live.

At times, he even questioned whether his desperate struggle to survive still had any meaning.

However, at this moment, Zhao Feng’s words were like a wake-up call to him.

It made him suddenly see the light.

Vaguely, he felt that the Power of the Yin God in the Yin’s Government seemed to have become much more lively.

He even faintly grasped the whereabouts of his own soul…

“Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother.”

Wang Ba bowed seriously to Zhao Feng.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng also nodded with satisfaction, but then he showed an apologetic expression:

“I temporarily don’t know how to rescue you, and can only use these words to comfort.”

“Hehe, Brother, why would you say that? Getting these words from you is already more rewarding than countless other things.”

Wang Ba shook his head.

External things are important.

But no matter how much external aid one has, if the will is not strong, it is still destined not to go far on the path of cultivation.

At this moment, he had already faintly grasped his own direction.

Maybe this is not the right path yet, but it is already a start.

“By the way, do you carry a jade pendant?”

Zhao Feng suddenly asked.

Although Wang Ba didn’t understand, he hurriedly rummaged through his storage bags, eventually finding a pendant of excellent quality.

Zhao Feng took it, nodded slightly, then made a sword with his fingers and slowly injected Qi into the jade pendant.

The body that initially appeared to be as solid as a real person suddenly flickered a few times and became ethereal.

“Senior Brother!”

Wang Ba immediately tried to stop him.

But Zhao Feng had already withdrawn his finger, his face weakly smiling as he handed the jade pendant back to Wang Ba.

“Hehe, I’m a bit weak now. The Sword Qi within this pendant is about half of my current strength. An ordinary Foundation Establishment Competitor should not be able to withstand it. But remember, you can only use this once.”

Wang Ba took it, touching the fluctuations on the jade pendant, and was slightly moved.

He couldn’t help recalling the first time when he met Zhao Feng; Zhao Feng had given him a similar pendant.

At this moment, it felt just like that time.

He didn’t express gratitude again; the bond between the two had long since moved beyond the need for such formalities.

He solemnly stored it away.

Then the two of them exchanged contact information.

Afterwards, under Wang Ba’s gaze, Zhao Feng, together with the ‘Soul Nurturing Bead’, turned into a streak of sword-light and disappeared into the horizon.

Wang Ba looked lost.

He then collected the storage bag and corpse of the Incense-burning Dao Cultivator from earlier.

He took large strides in the direction of the Tianmen Cult.

However, at this moment, there was no longer any perplexity in his heart.

Far away, halfway up the sky.

The body of ‘Ye Lingyu’, who stepped on a magic sword, suddenly shook, then a look of puzzlement appeared on her cold face:

“Strange …. why am I here?”