Although he was intensely curious about what Zhao Feng had left beneath his ribs,
Wang Ba still restrained his curiosity and put all the Yellow-throated Stone Turtles into his Spirit Beast Bag.
Then he began looking for a suitable place to raise them.
Before long, he found an open, well-ventilated spot on the shore of South Lake.
"This place looks quite suitable."
Wang Ba walked around it and finally decided to establish his chicken farm here.
Mainly, he was also considering the possibility of raising Yellow-throated Stone Turtles later.
Although Yellow-throated Stone Turtles could survive on land, they still preferred water, after all, so being near a water source would be more convenient.
Without suitable tools on hand, Wang Ba could only use his Law Power to chop down century-old trees barehanded, split them into sections one by one, and bury them in the ground to form a wooden fence.
"These trees are almost Spirit Plants already... unfortunately, touching them is just like touching other plants. No lifespan appears. I wonder whether a plant would display a lifespan if it became a demon."
Wang Ba felt a little regretful.
But he did not dwell on it and soon got to work.
After all, he had only succeeded in Qi Refining a few days ago. His accumulated Law Power soon ran dry, so he could only work for a while before sitting cross-legged to absorb and refine the meager Spiritual Qi nearby, converting it into Law Power.
Then he would get up again to chop trees and bury posts, sitting down to meditate once more when his Law Power ran out.
He repeated this process.
"If I get the chance, I have to try out the 'cultivation rooms' in the market. Cultivating here is sheer torment!"
Having once again drained the