Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Wang Ba’s drunken face showed some hesitation.

Zhu Rong looked unhappy: “Brother, are you looking down on me?”

Wang Ba quickly denied:

“No, no, I have always respected the valley master.”

“Then why are you hesitating? Are you…intending to join the Xuli Sect?”

Zhu Rong’s grip on his wine glass tightened slightly, his gaze fixed on Wang Ba.

Wang Ba seemed oblivious as he slurred:

“This… Certainly not… My elder brother can’t stay here forever…”

“No problem, why don’t we make Zhao an honorary guest? He can come and go freely as long as he helps Huifeng Valley within his capabilities. I will supply Zhao with elixirs and other cultivation materials every month, what do you think?”

Zhu Rong put forth immediately.

Wang Ba, who appeared dazed, immediately agreed: “Okay! I’ll accept on behalf of my elder brother, but I have a condition…”

Hearing Wang Ba’s agreement, Zhu Rong, who seemed equally drunk, patted his chest, “Just tell me!”

“In addition to the Spirit Stones provided monthly for my elder brother, I need Class III Inner Core, as well as Gold Feather Grass, Emerald Feather Bone, White Dragon Sulfur… as many as you can provide, all at market price!”

“What do you need them for… Fine! I agree!”

Zhu Rong agreed without much hesitation.

Soon, the two of them started to drink again with Yan Qing.

Zhao Feng just sipped a bit and didn’t touch it again.

The feast lasted until the next day.

As the four separated, except for Zhao Feng, who had not drunk much and whose face remained unchanged, the other three reeked of alcohol – the smell could probably be detected all the way out of Huifeng Valley.

Watching Wang Ba and Zhao Feng leave Huifeng Valley,

The red-faced Zhu Rong and the intoxicated Yan Qing instantly sobered up.

With a guilty look on his face, Yan Qing spoke to Zhu Rong, “I’m sorry that I made you do this, Master…”

“At times like these, it is crucial for Huifeng Valley; it is my duty.”

Instead of the boisterous mood from drinking, Zhu Rong’s face now bore a hint of precision:

“This Zhao Feng is mysterious. He claims to be Shen Fu’s elder brother, but no one knows whether it’s true. But his strength is indeed formidable. In the three major sects, probably only I, Lin Boyue, and Zhang Jin can hold him down. Now that we can have him on board, even if Xuli Sect turns against us, we won’t be powerless.”

“Is this Zhao Feng that strong?”

Area master Yan Qing looked surprised.

“I assumed you held back deliberately earlier.”

Zhu Rong slightly shook his head.

Then said, “I’ve agreed to Shen Fu’s request to collect some spirit materials for him. By the way, you’ve collected a few Class III Inner Cores, right? Send one over to him in a couple of days.”

“Should I send them all?”

Yan Qing was stunned.

Zhu Rong then revealed an ambiguous smile:

“If we send them all, would he still need us?”

Yan Qing suddenly understood, and couldn’t help but admire, “Master, this strategy is brilliant!”

Zhu Rong remained calm, not the least bit smug, and then added:

“By the way, ask when you deliver the items if he can have the spirit chicken essence prepared for us. If we collaborate on this, our relationship will only get stronger…”

“Understood! Leave it to me, Master!”

…

After leaving Huifeng Valley, Wang Ba quickly dispelled the alcohol on his face.

The originally flushed face rapidly resumed its serenity.

“Junior brother, was everything settled?”

Zhao Feng asked out of concern.

With gratitude, Wang Ba nodded at Zhao Feng:

“Thank you, elder brother. I could only be so bold because you were there.”

Zhao Feng smiled, then said sternly:

“This Zhu Rong is not as simple as it seems. I don’t have the confidence to win against him, even drawing would be tough. Don’t underestimate him, junior brother.”

Wang Ba wasn’t surprised at his words.

After all, he was the Master of a Sect, and one of the few late-stage Golden Core individuals in Yan State.

Even if Zhao Feng was extraordinarily gifted, it was impossible for him to defeat Zhu Rong just after attaining the Golden Core.

But Zhao Feng didn’t need to be able to defeat Zhu Rong.

As long as he showed enough value and strength, it would be enough to receive corresponding favor.

Soon, the two found a spiritual vein near Baiyun Prairie and built a cultivation cave for practice.

Three days later.

Yan Qing of Huifeng Valley came for a visit.

After a chat,

After seeing off Yan Qing, Wang Ba stared at the somewhat yellow Class III Inner Core in his hand and finally exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Finally got it!”