Eggs and the Condensation of Yin Spirit Power!

The first matter was that the Precious Chicken had laid an egg.

A chicken laying an egg was the most normal thing in the world.

Yet after observing, Wang Ba discovered that this was a fertilized Precious Chicken egg.

Furthermore, it was sired by a male Spirit Chicken.

A few days ago when he had just cultivated the first layer of the Yin Spirit Great Dream Scripture, Wang Ba had noticed that a male Spirit Chicken seemed somewhat restless.

He had not expected to see with his own eyes today that this male Spirit Chicken had actually mounted the hen.

Even though the massive size of the Spirit Chicken pressing down on the Precious Chicken looked somewhat incongruous.

However, Wang Ba was incomparably delighted.

And not long after, he indeed saw that hen which had been favored lay an egg.

In Wang Ba's view, the Spiritual Qi within this egg was clearly denser than that of ordinary Precious Chicken eggs.

This involuntarily made Wang Ba somewhat expectant.

After the egg hatched, what kind of chicken would emerge?

A Spirit Chicken, or would it still be a Precious Chicken?

Or perhaps a transitional cross between the two?

Of course, reproductive isolation might also occur, leading to a failed hatching.

None of this could be said for certain.

However, Wang Ba grew busy right then.

To prevent other chickens from pecking at this egg out of hunger, he specifically made a separate nest for this hen and the egg, fencing them off.

He then put the male Spirit Chicken together with the other hens, including the two female Spirit Chickens.

Yet when he witnessed with his own eyes the male Spirit Chicken getting severely beaten up by a female Spirit Chicken, he knew he had overthought things.

He could only hope it would continue to favor the other female Precious Chickens.

Busy as a bee, by the time he finished, it was already late.

As per his usual custom, he slaughtered a chicken, and to ensure that the Spiritual Qi did not dissipate too severely, he always chose to make soup.

Afterwards, he cleaned up all the traces, and he buried the chicken bones in the ground.

He pondered as he ate.

In two more days it would be the day for Steward Li to come and collect the tribute, yet of the twenty-two Spirit Chickens that had previously transformed, he had only eaten eight.

This was already the result of him desperately visualizing the Yin God and absorbing Spiritual Qi.

That was right, this was the second good thing he had discovered.

Namely, that immediately after eating a Spirit Chicken, he visualized the Yin God.

Could effectively intercept a small portion of the Spiritual Qi.

The proportion was roughly less than one-tenth of the dissipating Spiritual Qi.

These strands of Spiritual Qi were basically all absorbed by the Yin Spirit Mansion between his eyebrows.

Yet up until now, the Yin Spirit Mansion between his eyebrows remained completely without movement.

He felt not the slightest bit of the so-called Yin Spirit Power.

It was as if after cultivating the first layer of this Yin Spirit Great Dream Scripture, aside from gaining the ability to see Spiritual Qi clearly, there were no other gains whatsoever.

Even so, he still did not give up.

It was not that he did not want to continue upgrading the Yin Spirit Great Dream Scripture with lifespan; firstly, his lifespan was insufficient, and secondly, unlike the Body-Strengthening Scripture, the consumption option for the Yin Spirit Great Dream Scripture on the panel had inexplicably vanished after his breakthrough.

He could only rely on himself to visualize bit by bit.

Today was no exception as usual.

After eating his fill and finishing his drink, he did not even have time to wipe his mouth before immediately sitting cross-legged on the spot to visualize the Yin God.

Continuously outlining the form of the Yin God between his eyebrows.

At the same time, observing the Spiritual Qi within his body, seeing a small portion of the Spiritual Qi being intercepted by his own body, he was simply happier than if he had earned Spirit Stones.

Accompanied by the last trace of Spiritual Qi being absorbed entirely, Wang Ba slowly exhaled a breath.

Yet at this very moment, the area between Wang Ba's eyebrows suddenly shook!

He felt a single, crimson, peanut-sized droplet actually condense out of thin air within the Yin Spirit Mansion!

This... this is Yin Spirit Power!

Almost instantly, he reacted!

This droplet of water was truly far too small.

Compared with this droplet of water, the Yin Spirit Mansion between his eyebrows was simply vast and boundless.

Yet the shock it brought to Wang Ba was not the least bit weak!

Because at the moment the Yin Spirit Power coalesced, he finally learned its wondrous use.

"In four words... Great Deception Seems Real!"

"By wielding Yin Spirit Power, one can fool everyone right under their noses and make the unreal seem real!"

"Simply put, it's like an illusion Technique that can deceive others at will!"

"Unless the Yin Spirit Power is exhausted, anyone of an ordinary level will be completely unable to see through it!"

"Old Sun, where did he get such a profound Cultivation Method?"

At that moment, endless doubts about Old Sun's identity arose in Wang Ba's heart.

Even with his limited knowledge, he could tell that this Yin Spirit Great Dream Scripture was extraordinary.

But where had Old Sun, a mere mortal, obtained it?

He thought it over, but still couldn't come up with anything.

But he didn't dwell on it. With this Yin Spirit Power, the matter that had been troubling him all along suddenly had a solution.

That was, selling the remaining Spirit Chickens!

This had been bothering him for a long time. Since Steward Li couldn't find out, he had to get rid of so many Spirit Chickens.

After all, hiding a few was easy enough, but a dozen or more would be far too conspicuous.

If he couldn't eat them all, his only options were to throw them away or sell them.

Throwing them away would be a real waste.

And if he sold them, the sheer number would easily draw people's attention.

Even selling them at different Markets carried a high risk.

He had already been considering whether to find an uninhabited place to secretly leave them, or simply throw them away.

But now the appearance of Yin Spirit Power had given him an excellent solution.

He only needed to use Yin Spirit Power to change his appearance and disguise himself, then he could sell all these Spirit Chickens openly.

After selling them, he could return to his real appearance.

Unless he was caught in the act, there would be almost no chance of a problem.

Of course, he could also deceive Steward Li and make him unable to see.

But he wasn't at all certain he could pull that off.

Anyone who became a steward, even an Outer Sect steward, was bound to have some exceptional ability. Perhaps he could see through Wang Ba's disguise.

He didn't dare take that risk.

So, after thinking it over, selling the Spirit Chickens was still the best option.

"But I'll have to try it out first!"

But that left him stumped again. How should he test it? Who should he test it on?

He was isolated in the mountains here, with no one around.

Unless he went to the Market, the only people he saw each day were Old Hou, who delivered chicken feed, and Niu Yong, who collected chicken manure.

After thinking it over, those two would do!

He continued visualizing as before.

But the droplet in the Yin Spirit Mansion showed no change.

It seemed that if he hadn't absorbed Spiritual Qi over the past few days, then relying on visualization alone would have taken at least a month or two to condense a single droplet.

He visualized until late at night before finally falling into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, he got up to feed the chickens and clean.

Before long, Old Hou's shout came from below Mountain Manor.

Wang Ba's heart stirred, and the droplet in the Yin Spirit Mansion spun rapidly.

Then he strode down.

When Old Hou saw him, he cupped his hands and asked in puzzlement,

"Friend, may I ask if Wang Ba is inside?"

Wang Ba smiled faintly. "Wait a moment. I'll go call him."

"Sorry for the trouble."

Old Hou didn't notice a thing. He quickly bowed and smiled ingratiatingly.

"No trouble."

Wang Ba turned and strode back into Mountain Manor, then immediately withdrew his Yin Spirit Power.

Then he turned around and walked back down at a leisurely pace.

He waved to Old Hou below and called out:

"Old Hou!"

Seeing this, Old Hou smiled and nodded, then set down the two buckets of chicken feed.

As Wang Ba took them, Old Hou pursed his lips toward Mountain Manor and asked in a low voice:

"Who's that tall fellow with the dark face and brocade robe? I don't recognize him! He can't be one of our servant disciples, can he?"

"I don't know either. He suddenly showed up just now and asked how I was getting on with feeding the chickens. I didn't dare ask him."

Wang Ba said quietly, feigning helplessness as he raised his index finger and pointed upward.

The meaning was clear.

Old Hou immediately understood, his expression one of deep sympathy.

He nodded.

"Then he must be an immortal."

"Brother Wang, you'd better be careful!"

With that, he hurriedly drove away in his Donkey Cart, loaded with chicken feed.

Watching Old Hou's departing figure, Wang Ba smiled faintly.

The tall fellow with the dark face and brocade robe Old Hou had mentioned was, of course, himself.

It was a disguise he had fabricated for himself. He hadn't expected Old Hou not to recognize him at all.

But Wang Ba didn't let his guard down. After waiting a while, when Niu Yong came over to collect the chicken manure, he did the same thing again, conjuring up the image of a yellow-faced Daoist in his mind.

Sure enough, when Wang Ba withdrew his Yin Spirit Power and appeared in his own form, even Niu Yong, the famously hot-tempered Manure Boss, curiously asked who the yellow-faced Daoist was.

"A friend."

Wang Ba replied evenly, without offering any further explanation.

His inscrutable attitude made Niu Yong glance at him in surprise.

This wasn't some Rogue Cultivator market in the wilderness. It was under the jurisdiction of the Eastern Saint Sect, at the foot of its mountain.

Though it was the outermost area and Sect disciples hardly ever came here, it was still within the Sect's territory.

If a yellow-faced Daoist could show up here and didn't look like a servant disciple, then he was probably a disciple of the Sect.

Even an Outer Sect disciple ranked far above people like them.

In fact, one could say that people like them existed only to serve the Sect's disciples.

The people who raised chickens in Dingzi Manor did so to provide the Sect's disciples with Spirit Cuisine.

And Manure Bosses like them collected manure to use as fertilizer, enriching the Spirit Fields so they could grow better spirit medicines for the Sect's disciples to cultivate with.

The Sect's disciples were their very heavens!

They had the power of life and death over servant disciples like them.

That was precisely why Niu Yong, who had originally spoken to Wang Ba with a hint of arrogance, now wore an ingratiating smile and pressed several more silver ingots into Wang Ba's hand.

"Brother Wang, if you've got connections like that, why are you still staying here? Here, chicken manure prices have gone up these past two days. This is an extra ten taels of silver."

"Huh? This... How can I accept this..."

"Don't mention it, don't mention it. It's only right. Hurry and go keep your friend company. Don't leave him waiting."

At the entrance to Mountain Manor, Wang Ba watched Niu Yong drive away in his manure cart and nodded with satisfaction.

"Time to give it a try!"