"Martial Uncle, could even Spirit Transformation not resolve your injuries?"
Inside a bamboo hut in the Spirit Plant Department.
After a brief silence, Wang Ba could not help asking.
"Spirit Transformation?"
The old farmer could not help snapping:
"Ask a Spirit Transformation cultivator to intervene for this bag of skin?"
"Besides, I was only a Gold Core cultivator then, with hardly any merits. How could I have persuaded a Spirit Transformation cultivator to help? Your master, meanwhile, was already like the sun at its zenith. Yao Wudi's name resounded throughout Wu-Chu Land. Hah, though I was his peer, in his eyes I was no more than a junior latecomer. He probably never even spared me a proper glance!"
"Old Ma, Senior Brother Yao isn't that sort of..."
Cui Daqi could not help interjecting from beside him.
But the old farmer angrily cut him off:
"He was the lord of a peak then, with all its resources at his disposal. If he had wanted to, he could easily have spent the merits to treat me. How else would I have ended up being scorned by others!"
Hearing this, Wang Ba could not help saying:
"Martial Uncle... perhaps Master wasn't unwilling to treat you, but was himself stretched so thin he couldn't cover his own needs."
"Exactly. Senior Brother Yao has always been dirt-poor. It's not as if you don't know."
Cui Daqi hurriedly echoed him in consolation.
"Heh, Cui Daqi, stop making excuses for him!"
The old farmer sneered and was about to say more.
Wang Ba hesitated, then suddenly said, "What if I could ask a Spirit Transformation cultivator to help you, Martial Uncle?"
The old farmer froze, then could not help bursting into laughter:
"You?"
"Hahahaha!"
"Not that I'm looking down on you, but even your master might not