Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 518

Chapter 518: Chapter 8 Spirit Food Department_1

“These two things indeed have their own will!”

As Wang Ba perceived the movements within and outside of Spirit Temple, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of heaviness weighting down his heart.

Previously, when the three major Sects of Yan State had waged a war against Zhenling Palace, he had already noticed something dubious about the Yin Shen Statue in the Spirit Temple.

He seemed to be subtly influenced by this statue in a way, despite being in peril, he had made various aberrant actions.

From that moment on, he consciously observed the Spirit Temple.

However, apart from this, the statue seemed tranquil, as if it were merely a sculpture.

He always remembered, when he was engrossed in crafting the Lifeline Defile Curse, the Yin Shen Statue seemed slightly apprehensive.

This gave him some considerations.

The Lifeline Defile Curse was easy to resolve. Once cursed, your soul will be touched and it will then automatically exhaust.

At the same time, it seemed faintly capable of checking and balancing the Yin Shen Statue.

However, the unpredictable existence of the Yin Shen Statue had always made him hesitate about how exactly to deal with it.

He was unsure whether this Yin Shen Statue was beneficial or harmful to him.

For that reason, he didn’t dare to act recklessly.

Especially because the Yin Shen statue was actually part of his soul.

In some ways, they could be considered two aspects of a whole.

” However… the fact that the Ancestral Temple can make the Yin Shen statue so apprehensive is indeed extremely remarkable.”

“I suppose I really did come to the right place, the Wanxiang Sect.”

Wang Ba thought to himself.

“Shishu, should we go in now?”

To his side, a Golden Core deacon of Rende Hall interrupted his thoughts with a scared whisper.

“Ah… Yes, let’s go in now!”

Wang Ba replied.

While he was speaking, a few Golden Core craftsmen walked out of the temple along with a cultivator from Rende Hall.

Wang Ba swept his gaze over them and noticed that these were the people who had previously passed the Sect’s entrance examination.

Those who were able to pass the Sect’s examination were all now members of the Wanxiang Sect. Although they were not yet familiar with each other, they still greeted each other with a nod as they passed by each other.

However, the way these cultivators eyed Wang Ba was largely filled with surprise and friendly smiles.

They weren’t blind and saw that Wang Ba was personally accompanied by a cultivator from Rende Hall. Up until now, this treatment was only given to one person – Jiang Yi.

Although Wang Ba’s rank was merely at the Foundation Establishment stage, not a single Golden Core cultivator dared underestimate him.

After they had all left, Wang Ba then took a step and entered.

The moment he set foot in the temple,

Wang Ba suddenly realized that the power of the Yin God flowing within the Spirit Temple had immediately stagnated.

Outside of the Spirit Temple, the twisting and corruptly malicious black substance seemed to momentarily freeze as well.

What shocked Wang Ba the most was that he even lost awareness of his own Dantian and the Mana within it.

His entire being seemed just like a normal mortal without any remarkable traits.

The Golden Core Deacon from Rende Hall quietly explained:

“Within the Ancestral Temple, those under the Void Refining stage would all be as common.”

“Void Refining…”

Wang Ba experienced a slight tremor in his heart.

As he progressed a few steps further, he saw mounted tablets rising up from the altar like staircases in the main hall of the temple.

The tablet concerns at the farthest end had four characters on it:

Chongyuan Patriarch.

“Chongyuan Patriarch was the founder of our Wanxiang Sect. Tens of thousands of years ago, he built the two palaces here and ascended to the Cultivation Ascension. Afterward, later generations of cultivators built on what he started, constantly moving forward, and after more than ten generations, we have today’s flourishing Sect.”

“The second row below was our Sect’s second Sect Master, he…”

The Golden Core Deacon from Rende Hall was as familiar with the history of the successive Sect Masters in the Ancestral Temple as if it were his own treasure, explaining it meticulously.

Wang Ba nodded his head from time to time as he listened.

The other’s explanation gave him an overall understanding of the Wanxiang Sect.

However, as his gaze swept across the whole temple, he didn’t see anything unusual.

Aside from him and the cultivator from Rende Hall, there was no one else in the temple.

There wasn’t even an old man to guard the temple.

There was just a worn-out futon as if countless disciples had knelt on it, the cloth on it had turned black and rotten.

Wang Ba felt somewhat disappointed in his heart.

He was keenly aware that this Ancestral Temple was anything but ordinary, but alas, whether due to his cultivation realm or his vision, he was currently unable to see through it.

“My current realm… indeed it’s somewhat too low…”

Wang Ba slightly furrowed his brows.

But soon relaxed them.

Now that he had successfully entered the Sect, the secrets of the Dharma Lineage would no longer be withheld from him.

Afterward, he followed the instruction of the cultivator from Rende Hall and knelt on the futon.

Kowtowing three times to the Ancestral Master’s tablet.

The entire process was quite ordinary, without any special changes.

“Congratulations, Shishu. Now that you have kowtowed three times, you are officially a disciple of the Sect.”

The cultivator from Rende Hall congratulated.

Wang Ba was slightly puzzled. He had thought that the Sect would have a formal ceremony to welcome new disciples.

However, upon second thought, this style was indeed in accord with the calm and modest nature of cultivators.

He himself found it quite comfortable.

If there were a formal welcome ceremony, he would rather find it restraining.

Then he followed the cultivator from Rende hall and left the temple.

In an instant, the Power of the Yin God within the Spirit Temple began to flow again.

The black substance outside the temple also started warping continually.

Wang Ba could once again sense the Mana in his Dantian.

The world seemed to regain its vividness.

Feeling this change, Wang Ba’s heart contained some unfathomable realizations.

His understanding of Mana and the soul seemed to have reached a higher level.

“Next, we will need to report to the Wood Division.”

“Shishu, let me show you the way.”

The deacon from Rende Hall said.