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Back to the East Saint Sect’s abode.

Wang Ba immediately noticed the heavy atmosphere within the base.

He even saw some cultivators with missing arms or broken legs, sighing along the roadside.

“Did we lose a battle?!”

Wang Ba was surprised in his heart.

These past two months, Bao Chao and he had devoted themselves entirely to one teaching and the other learning, so absorbed that they barely communicated with the outside world.

Therefore, he was in the dark about the current situation of the Tianmen Cult and the Incense Fire Dao.

However, from what he had seen, it was pretty clear that the confrontation between the Tianmen Cult and the Incense Fire Dao hadn’t ended well.

As far as he could observe, all the heresy cultivators, as well as the Tianmen Cult cultivators clad in black and red robes, wore solemn expressions, their brows furrowed.

This confused him.

He was somewhat familiar with the Incense Fire Dao, those who had come to the Chen State were all from the ostracised Yin God lineage in the Kingdom of Immortals.

Due to the loss of their patron deity, all the cultivation methods and spells they obtained from the Yin God were unusable.

Their actual combat power was evidently weaker than that of the typical Incense Fire Dao cultivators.

On the other hand, the Tianmen Cult, with their varied heritage and strange and unpredictable methods, coupled with home ground advantage, should be the ones holding the upper hand and putting the Incense Fire Dao on the back foot.

Unable to figure it out, Wang Ba didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he immediately returned to the chicken farm.

He found that more than half of the spirit rice in the spirit field had been harvested, and Bu Chan was busy working in the field.

Upon seeing Wang Ba, Bu Chan was overjoyed.

“Why didn’t you tell me when you came back?”

With her sleeves rolled up, Bu Chan looked a tad ragged with her dust and sweat-soaked face.

But Wang Ba didn’t mind at all. He rolled up his sleeves and entered into the spirit field, joining Bu Chan in the busy work.

It wasn’t until nightfall that they finished collecting the spirit rice.

Wang Ba was fine, but Bu Chan was completely drained of her mana. She was exhausted, but her mood was evidently very good.

Especially after washing with warm spirit spring water, the fatigue seemed to dissipate.

Her damp hair and exquisitely charming face.

Under the dim candlelight, she emanated an alluring glow.

“Brother, you should also take a bath.”

“Hehe, let me perform a Purify spell first…”

After a passionate moment.

On the wooden bed.

They embraced each other, sharing intimate words.

However, the conversation soon diverged.

“So you’re saying, the Four Great Sects blocked the Incense Fire Dao cultivators at the perimeter, forcing them to fight with the Tianmen Cult, but the Tianmen Cult couldn’t win?”

Upon hearing this news, Wang Ba couldn’t help but stare with wide eyes in disbelief.

“That’s correct!”

Bu Chan nodded and said: “That’s what I heard. Apparently, there are three very powerful Foundation Establishment Competitors in the Incense Fire Dao who have reached Perfect Foundation Establishment, and each possesses an extraordinary Class III technique or magic tool. That ‘Sword Demon Dao’ cultivator, Yan Yun, is said to be very strong. Just yesterday, he reportedly killed several Incense Fire Dao cultivators…”

“That’s not the issue.”

Wang Ba couldn’t help but shake his head: “The Tianmen Cult has Nascent Soul level powers, and there are twenty or thirty Golden Core cultivators. The Incense Fire Dao cultivators who came here haven’t even shown a Golden Core cultivator yet. Even if the people under the Tianmen Cult are incompetent, a random Golden Core from their side could solve the problem. Why would they let them run amok?”

At first, Bu Chan hadn’t thought it through, but now she responded: “Are you saying that the Golden Core cultivators from Tianmen Cult, are wary of someone?”

“The Golden Cores from the East Saint Sect, or the Four Great Sects.”

Wang Ba voiced his speculation.

The East Saint Sect, considered weak amongst the five great sects of the Chen State, still had seven Golden Cores before their sect abode was seized.

The other Four Great Sects are presumably no lesser.

That means that combined, the Four Great Sects should have at least thirty Golden Cores.

This number is on par or even slightly exceeding the Tianmen Cult’s own.

Though Ning Daohuan, a Nascent Soul level cultivator, exists as a unique factor.

But it seems that the Sect Master of the East Saint Sect holds the method to trigger the divine beast Fanming rampage, which serves as a check, making it difficult for the Tianmen Cult to fully unleash their power.

Under these circumstances, the Tianmen Cult is, in fact, subtly at a disadvantage.

“So, the Golden Core cultivators of the Tianmen Cult dare not go out at will. If they go out individually, vulnerabilities may be exposed. If they move as a group, it may spark off a full-scale war.”

“And if a full-scale war should break out, both sides probably wouldn’t want that. So, they can only influence the situation through their subordinates, seeking opportunities.”

Wang Ba quickly understood the real reason why the Tianmen Cult was still in a stalemate with the Incense Fire Dao.

Apparently, it’s not because the Tianmen Cult lacks the power to wipe out these Incense Fire Dao cultivators, but because their true opponents are not them at all.

The Incense Fire Dao is simply an arena for deliberation put up jointly by the two sides.

“Nevermind, let’s not worry about it. We don’t venture out anyway, so it has nothing to do with us.”

After much thought, Wang Ba eventually shook his head.

Though he detested the Tianmen Cult, he had to admit that he was relatively safer within it at this point in time.

At least, he didn’t have to confront those incense-burning Dao cultivators face-to-face.

This significantly decreased his danger.

But he didn’t slack off. On the contrary, he got back into his busy routine the next day.

Practicing dissection of Eel-tail Clams with his mana, planning a bloodline breakthrough for Jia 15 and Jia 16 as well as the Mountain Moving Ape.

Checking on the breeding conditions of spirit beasts like Spirit Chicken, Spirit Turtle, and Spiritual Ghost Eel.

And most importantly, resuming his cultivation.

After not cultivating for two months, not only did it feel foreign, but he also garnered some new experiences.

He increased his intake of the essence from Spirit Chicken and Spirit Turtle, making a secret resolution never to pause his cultivation again.

In his heart, he always had a certain thought.

But drawing from his experiences in the East Saint Sect, he dared not dwell on this thought and only focused on improving himself, waiting for the day where all his efforts would pay off.

Yutang Mountain.

Hidden away amid the valley, and under a concealment formation.

A middle-aged cultivator, drenched in crimson from head to toe, with a crescent-shaped magic tool around his waist, and exuding an eerie aura, stood in front of the formation, calmly gazing at the short trees not too far away.

These trees had a peculiar appearance with straight trunks devoid of any branches aside from the tops where numerous twig-like branches teemed.

The sparse leaves on these branches were each carrying a transparent water sphere.

At that moment, a rugged man, also red all over, barged in.

Upon seeing the middle-aged cultivator, he furiously exclaimed.

“Zheng Yuanhua! How could you sit by and watch my servant cultivator get killed by that scoundrel from the Tianmen Cult!”

The middle-aged man turned upon hearing the voice, giving the brawny man a disdainful look.

” Stop your incessant chatter!”

“Li Canghai, look at yourself. Do you think you’re acting like a leader?”

“Whether I act like one or not is not for you to dictate, Zheng Yuanhua. I knew long ago that you were always trying to trip me up behind my back, but just you wait. As soon as I gather all the Spirit Stones required by the teleportation array and return to the Yin Temple, I’ll report your actions to the higher-ups!”

Enraged, the brawny cultivator, Li Canghai, said.

With a sneer, Zheng Yuanhua responded: “Then there’s no need for you to waste the Spirit Stones. The higher-ups will be here very soon.”

Hearing this, Li Canghai was stunned, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, “A Class III messenger is coming? Didn’t they have to guard the divine temple?”

“Hmph, of course they have to!”

Hands behind his back, Zheng Yuanhua said, “But… how could guarding the divine temple compare to… awaiting the return of the Lord of Dreams?”

Li Canghai was visibly shaken, disbelief apparent in his eyes, “The Lord of Dreams! Are you saying… are you saying…”

“Yes. Not long ago, the Great Elder discovered that the statue left by the Lord of Dreams in the temple had facial contours starting to form. You should know what that signifies without me spelling it out for you, right?”

” The Lord of Dreams is waking up?! Has someone mastered the second layer of ‘Book of Yin God’s Grand Dream’?”

Li Canghai’s face was filled with shock.

Then it dawned on him:

“The guy named Sun Yan, who gave the “Book of Yin God’s Grand Dream” to a mortal named Wang… was it him?”

Zheng Yuanhua shookhis head slightly: “That’s unknown. Weren’twe sent here to find him and reclaim the Book of Yin God’s Grand Dream? But a decade ago, the East Saint Sect was annihilated by the Tianmen Cult. In such circumstances, a mortal usually can’t survive. So, I reckon that the Cultivation Method has most likely been obtained by someone from the Tianmen Cult.”

“The mortal named Wang, whom Sun Yan gifted the book only a decade ago, might not have achieved the second layer in such a short time. After all, even a typical Class III cultivator cannot…”

“The Sect Hierarch of Tianmen Cult seems to be a Class IV cultivator!”

Li Canghai suddenly exclaimed.

” Seems like, the book is very likely in his possession!”

Zheng Yuanhua also agreed with a solemn nod of his head.

If the Cultivation Method had fallen into the hands of a Nascent Soul cultivator, it would undoubtedly be the worst possible outcome.

However, even if the book had truly been taken by a Nascent Soul cultivator, they must reclaim it at all costs.

“Hold on, you’re still avoiding my question! You still haven’t explained why you ignored my servant cultivator who got killed by that swordswoman!”

Suddenly realizing this, Li Canghai glared angrily.

Looking at him speechless, Zheng Yuanhua said:

“No wonder they call you stupid! The four small sects here force us to compete with the Tianmen Cult. But we’ve been hitting the Tianmen Cult too hard. If they deploy a Class III cultivator now, we’ll be doomed. It’s better to suffer some losses on the surface to prevent them from acting rashly. By the time our people arrive…”

“Makes sense. ”

Having considered this seriously for a while, Li Canghai began nodding in agreement.

Zheng Yuanhua ignored this fool and turned his head back, once more focusing on the scene outside.

He had a vague feeling that the coming days would not be as trivial as before.