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Wang Ba heard quite a bit about this from Wen Yong, even though Wang Ba isn’t a tool refiner.

But thinking about finally being able to refine the Class II Spirit Cook’s magic tool that he has yearned for, Wang Ba was filled with anticipation.

Because refining Spirit Chicken Essence was truly time-consuming.

It took about a thousand lower grade Class I spirit chickens to produce one Essence bottle.

And if Class II spirit chickens were used instead, not only would the efficacy of the Spirit Chicken Essence significantly improve, but the number of chickens needed would also greatly decrease.

In this way, it could save time and increase productivity – it was the best of both worlds.

Although he was excited and a bit impatient, he still calmed his emotions.

With patience, Wang Ba processed and refined the spirit chickens at hand and finally got half a bottle of Spirit Chicken Essence.

After cleaning up, the Defense Array was finally deactivated.

He strode out.

As he stepped out, the Power of the Yin God silently started to turn.

In others’ eyes, he transformed once again into ‘Zhao Wei’.

A handsome man, looking about forty years old.

Even if perceived through others’ spiritual senses, his Mana aura and Soul aura were similar to that of an ordinary early-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

This was a silent change that happened after the Power of the Yin God had become stronger.

This change was not recorded in “Book of Yin God’s Grand Dream” or “Divine Dream”.

According to the Cultivation Method,

Normally, the Power of the Yin God can only obscure the five senses and is easily seen through by Spiritual Sense.

Even after progressing to the second layer through the “Book of Yin God’s Grand Dream”, it only grants an ability to invade another’s soul and alter their cognition.

Now, even if scanned with Spiritual Sense, one could only sense an average-looking middle-aged Cultivator in the early stages of Foundation Establishment.

The performance was far better than the “Intense Darkness” technique that Zhao Feng had taught him.

Wang Ba guessed that it had something to do with the faceless statue in the Spiritual Government.

Over these years, as he progressed with his Power of the Yin God, the contours on the face of the faceless statue had become somewhat deeper.

Though unfortunately, he still couldn’t make out the statue’s identity.

Of course, the current Power of the Yin God could only maintain such an effect if he didn’t use any Mana. Once he did, it would be difficult to fool others.

At this moment.

“Oh! Senior Zhao, it’s rare to see you out.”

Just as Wang Ba stepped out, he saw a lean old man with three long beards, smiling as he greeted him.

“Hehe, after cultivating for a long time, I also need to get some fresh air.”

Wang Ba also smiled and nodded in response.

To the casual observer, he didn’t seem different from an average rogue cultivator.

Wang Ba’s gaze then habitually scanned his surroundings.

This was a typical location where the Rogue Cultivators gathered, majorly influenced by the distribution of the ‘Spiritual Lineage’.

Located near a river and against a mountain…

The diverse houses, some elegant and some rugged, were scattered irregularly across the slope.

There were many houses compactly arranged together in order to occupy the spiritual lineage beneath them.

Most of these houses were owned by Qi Refining stage cultivators who lacked power and resources.

There were also those who manipulated a large area using formations, like him.

In fact, Foundation Establishment Competitors, for various reasons, would mark a large area around a high-grade spiritual lineage if they had extra resources.

Nobody would object to this.

Every cultivator is a rogue, relying on their abilities.

Only if someone went too far would others intervene. Under normal circumstances, a simple value system was followed— the strong are given priority.

Among the rogue cultivators, there was no doubt that those at the Foundation Establishment stage were the strongest.

However, even among the Foundation Establishment stage rogue cultivators in this area, Wang Ba was relatively low-key. The space he occupied wasn’t large and he only occupied a rare Class II middle-grade spiritual lineage in this area, generally keeping a low profile.

Many Foundation Establishment Cultivators occupied multiple spiritual lineages and had much larger territories than him.

At the moment, it was already evening and some cultivators were having conversations in small groups outside.

Occasionally, some cultivators would set up stalls in front of their homes, mostly featuring common talismans and low-grade elixirs to trade items.

There were also cultivators with low-grade spirit beast corpses hanging around.

The place was full of life.

Even near the central part of the Foundation Establishment cultivators’ dwelling area, a small-scale alley had been built, containing shops and stalls. It faintly resembled the early stages of a market.

Someone who knew about it indeed referred to it as such.

They had even named it ‘Insect Market’.

Suggesting that these rogue cultivators were surviving in the Cultivation World like insects.

It was full of self-mockery and helplessness of the low-tier cultivators.

This had formed gradually after Wang Ba’s arrival.

But it had nothing to do with Wang Ba. It was mainly due to the invasion of the Kingdom of Immortals that drew away a large group of sect disciples. The cultivators living here had to come together for trading purposes, which led to it gradually forming.

Instead of being in a hurry, Wang Ba took a walk around the Insect Market to see if there were any interesting items.

However, after a round, he didn’t find anything particularly eye-catching.

He didn’t feel disappointed. After all, having collaborated with Wen Yong for many years, he had seen quite a few good things and had used many as well.

With his current discerning eye, probably only Class III items could catch his attention.

He eventually reached the only spirit tea café in the market.

It was a small place with only seven or eight tables.

The environment was truly ordinary.

Wang Ba didn’t mind and ordered a pot of middle-grade Class I spirit tea, took a few sips, and then turned his ears towards the chatting cultivators in the café.