Chapter 442: Chapter 39 Dispute_3

By the way, Jia 16 could also be promoted, and they can mate with each other. Perhaps they will be able to give birth to a spirit chicken that is Class III since birth.

Thinking of this, Wang Ba couldn’t help but be tempted.

However, after giving it some thought, he had to reluctantly give up on the idea.

He was currently busy refining the chicken essence, and indeed didn’t have time to go there now.

Seeing that Wang Ba had not responded, Yan Qing made no effort to urge him.

“Shen, when you decide to go, just let me know, you can use our teleportation array to directly travel.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Ba still hesitated:

“If there is another Changyi Society gathering, please notify me.”

“Rest assured, Shen!”

After they had agreed on the time for the next collection, Yan Qing left in a hurry.

Wang Ba once again returned to his previous busy state.

With him tirelessly refining spirit chicken essence day and night, his speed did indeed improve significantly.

Now he can carve out twelve portions in a single day.

And the speed of Jia 17 has also improved significantly and can now manage ten portions a day.

With time, the number of Class II Spirit Chicken Essences in Wang Ba’s storage ring gradually increased.

…

The old site of Zhenling Palace.

The current Xuli Sect.

A grand hall deep within the sect.

A rich aroma of medicinal herbs permeated the air.

Lin Boyue was seated on a futon in loose garment, his brows slightly furrowed in thought.

Meanwhile, Zhuang Yi was standing respectfully before him.

“Are you sure that the chicken essence that Huifeng Valley offered was made by Shen Fu?”

Lin Boyue finally broke the silence.

Hearing Lin Boyue’s question, Zhuang Yi quickly replied:

“Yes, I am very certain, it’s been circulating a lot in the marketplace recently, Brother, look.”

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Lin Boyue with both hands.

Lin Boyue casually took it and uncorked the bottle for a sniff, and sure enough, he smelled a familiar scent.

His brows frowned deeper, a hint of confusion rose in his eyes:

“It is indeed…how strange. Wasn’t Shen Fu captured by Yuan Wenzhi a while ago? Did Yuan Wenzhi collaborate with Huifeng Valley?”

“Was Zhu Rong that foolish?”

Zhuang Yi couldn’t help saying, “In my opinion, although Zhu Rong isn’t foolish, the Golden Core cultivators in the valley are now only him and Yan Qing. They are weak, so to prevent being swallowed by us, they have to resort to this tactic, which is only to be expected.”

He continued, “In my opinion, when we took down Zhenling Palace, we should have also taken down Huifeng Valley and Danlong School. Even though they have the support of Rogue Golden Core Cultivators, if we exert enough pressure, most of the Golden Core Cultivators wouldn’t dare to clash with us directly. We could have unified Yan State, and that Yan Qing wouldn’t have dared to laugh at me…”

“Silence!”

Lin Boyue rebuked him immediately.

Zhuang Yi immediately shut up, still looking resentful.

Seeing Zhuang Yi’s disdain, Lin Boyue couldn’t help but sigh internally.

His thoughts inadvertently returned to Wang Tang, a disciple he had personally taught for many years.

If Wang Tang were still here, he probably wouldn’t be so rash, would he?

Unfortunately, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Lin Boyue could only sigh helplessly and explain seriously:

“Younger brother, you must understand that as long as the Chu Dynasty is not eradicated, a unified Yan State cannot exist.”

“Prince Gao Xiang Huang, as the Guardian of Yan State, has not returned to Yan State for dozens of years precisely because our sects have always been at odds with each other, so he is still at ease even though he is not in Yan State.”

“We can certainly take down Zhenling Palace and compete with the folks of Huifeng Valley and Danlong School, but we must not wipe them out completely. Even if they were eliminated, there must be another force to replace them… I now slowly understand why Zhenling Palace, despite having an Immortal Master of Nascent Soul and such a rich spirit mine, never wiped out our three sects.”

“It is not that Zhang Daobai didn’t want to, but that he couldn’t.”

A look of helplessness appeared in Lin Boyue’s eyes.

Zhuang Yi, hearing Lin Boyue’s explanation, his dissatisfaction gradually diminished, but there was still some discontent in his heart:

“Brother, although we now control seventy to eighty percent of Zhenling Palace’s spirit mines, there aren’t many Tool Refiners within our sect, and we can’t utilize these resources immediately. We still rely on selling spirit rice to make spirit stones. But now that Zhenling Palace is gone and Huifeng Valley and Danlong School have cited lack of Spirit Stones to stop buying our spirit rice… not to mention Huifeng Valley’s recent actions have deterred independent cultivators from buying, so are we just going to just sit and wait for death?”

At these words, Lin Boyue fell silent.

Who could have imagined that after finally toppling their old enemy, Xuli Sect wouldn’t see a drastic increase in power but instead find themselves in an awkward situation?

The main source of income for the Xuli Sect was by selling spirit rice, spiritual wine, and spiritual medicine to other sects.

And with the destruction of Zhenling Palace and the subsequent discord among the three major sects, the Spirit Rice trade of Xuli Sect naturally ended.

He had thought of this before.

He originally planned to take away the Tool Refiners of Zhenling Palace during the battle, so as to inherit the foundation of Zhenling Palace fully.

But he didn’t expect the appearance of Zhang Daobai, which directly instigated the spirit of resistance in the cultivators of Zhenling Palace. Consequently, the three sects were unable to spare the cultivators of Zhenling Palace. By the time the battle ended, they found out that most of the famous Tool Refiners from Zhenling Palace had been killed off.