Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 1003: Chapter 41: Delivering a Sermon_2 Chapter 1003: Chapter 41: Delivering a Sermon_2 Upon hearing Wang Ba’s words, Hu Zaixi couldn’t help but show a smile:

“You, lad, always know how to make people feel comfortable!”

Ling Weizi coughed lightly, his words insincere:

“I haven’t really helped you at all.”

Yet his voice unconsciously softened, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily lifted.

Still, he tried to dissuade him:

“We appreciate your sentiments, but you should go on with your cultivation or your travels.

Don’t waste your time here on account of us.”

Qiu Zhongqiu couldn’t help but look at Wang Ba with a curious expression.

It seemed he hadn’t expected Yao Wudi, who was always undefeated and wildly unbridled, to have such a disciple.

Wang Ba laughed and said:

“Martial Uncle, aren’t you underestimating me?

Although I don’t have a foolproof method, I have thought of a possibly feasible approach.”

“Oh?”

Ling Weizi showed some surprise and promptly said:

“Tell us.”

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Qiu Zhongqiu, however, had no such expectations.

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Over the years, he had seen many disciples come to the Sect, all as confident as Wang Ba initially.

In the end, they returned disappointed.

Therefore, he didn’t hold out much hope for ideas or methods that hadn’t produced real results yet.

“Yes.”

Wang Ba didn’t pause, and immediately began sharing his thoughts:

“The two Martial Uncles want to mark every cultivator in Sen State without missing anyone, which is nearly impossible…

So our goal should be to cover as many cultivators as possible.”

“Since Rogue Cultivators have no fixed abode and are highly mobile, they’ll evenly disperse across regions.

Thus, as long as we monitor places with disappearances, we can quickly pinpoint their location…”

“Yes, that’s what I was thinking too.”

Ling Weizi nodded.

Wang Ba continued with a smile:

“Then it’s simple.

We just need to divide these Rogue Cultivators into three groups: those who are easy to mark, those who are not, and those who refuse to be marked.”

“Three groups?”

Ling Weizi furrowed his brows slightly, seemingly beginning to grasp what Wang Ba was alluding to.

Wang Ba then asked in return:

“May I ask Martial Uncle, what is the price of a Marking Talisman?”

“Price?”

Ling Weizi frowned slightly, calculating in his mind, then shook his head:

“This thing is just a piece of talisman paper and cinnabar, the cost is at most a few lower-grade Spirit Stones.”

“What about adding an alert function that allows us to sense it?”

“An alert?

For several hundred thousand, each would cost just over half a lower-grade Spirit Stone more, it’s really very simple.”

“Then sell them for twenty taels each.”

Wang Ba said without hesitation.

“Ah?”

Hu Zaixi couldn’t help but look astonished.

Qiu Zhongqiu also stared at Wang Ba in surprise.

Only Ling Weizi seemed contemplative.

Wang Ba quickly added:

“We can put them up for sale in the Ghost Market.

As long as they carry a Marking Talisman, they can promptly call us for help to avoid being plundered by Rob Cultivators.”

“Right, remember to let the word out that a number of formidable Rob Cultivators have recently appeared around Sen State.”

Ling Weizi couldn’t help but clap his hands in praise:

“I understand now, create a crisis on one hand, offer them the solution on the other, make them come to us for help voluntarily, thereby solving the issue of their trust in us.”

“Martial Uncle indeed has a keen insight, seeing right through my thoughts at a glance,”

Wang Ba expressed his admiration.

Ling Weizi kept shaking his head:

“You don’t need to flatter me.

I had no idea until you laid it out…

But what about those who are reluctant or outright refuse to accept our help?”

“That’s simple, give them an unavoidable reason to come…

Martial Uncle, what do you think Rogue Cultivators fear most, and what do they desire the most?”

“What they most fear and desire?”

Ling Weizi furrowed his brows in thought.

Hu Zaixi and Qiu Zhongqiu also began to ponder.

Soon enough, Hu Zaixi’s eyes lit up and he said:

“Rogue Cultivators are afraid of Sect Disciples!”

“What they want most must be Spirit Stones!”

Ling Weizi shook his head in response:

“What Rogue Cultivators want most is all the cultivation resources they need.”

Wang Ba remained silent.

At that moment, Qiu Zhongqiu suddenly spoke up:

“What Rogue Cultivators fear most is oppression from great powers, what they want most is to become part of a great power…”

Wang Ba looked at Qiu Zhongqiu with some surprise and then nodded:

“Both Martial Uncles are correct, and Martial Uncle Qu makes a very valid point.”

“I was once a Rogue Cultivator myself and am quite aware of their situation.

If we boil it down to one thing: it’s the lack of security.”

“They can’t, like Sect Disciples, rely on great powers to protect them from being bullied, exploited, or even robbed by other forces anytime and anywhere, nor do they have a stable channel for resource acquisition like Sect Disciples do.”

“‘Living in constant uncertainty’ might be an exaggeration, but the crisis of the Kingdom of Immortals sweeping across various countries has intensified the feeling of insecurity among these home and hearth left behind Rogue Cultivators.

To solve this problem, given the current environment, there is only one way, and that is—”

“To become part of a great power!”

Hearing the last statement.

Ling Weizi was struck with a revelation, his mind suddenly clear, and he asked eagerly:

“You mean to use the recruitment of disciples as bait to draw all Rogue Cultivators to us?”

Wang Ba nodded: “Yes, and also set a threshold.

If you want to become a disciple, you need to pay some lower-grade Spirit Stones as an entry fee and receive a ticket.

To prevent tickets from being stolen by evildoers, these tickets must be bound to their identity…”

“The ticket is the Marking Talisman!”