Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 597: Chapter 28 Phoenix-feathered Chicken Essence_1

“After the Kingdom of Immortals crushed the Qi Dynasty’s position on the border, they didn’t expand their victory but moved southwards. They joined the remaining forces of the Incense Fire Dao outside Qiao State and bypassed the Chu Dynasty’s forces in Yan State, taking their troops directly to the Chu Dynasty…”

“Meanwhile, in the West Sea Country…”

“Master Guan killed the seventh leader of the Ashna Tribe on the coast of the West Sea and slew numerous cultivators of the tribe, causing blood to flow, turning the waters of the West Sea into a river of blood…”

“The peak master of Taihua Peak engaged in a duel with the chieftain’s son of the tribe, and the tribal priest stepped in…”

“The peak master of Zhanxie Peak battled against three tribal leaders and unfortunately got injured. Now, he has been sent back for treatment.”

“After a series of defeats, the Ashna Tribe has incurred the wrath of the Immortal Ascension in Xituo Continent…”

Taiyin Mountain, Xuanwu Market.

In a tea house, a cultivator who appeared to be a storyteller was vividly recounting all these events amidst a crowd of onlookers.

When it came to the exciting parts, his words flowed like a river, as if he had personally experienced these events.

Such narrations instantly attracted rounds of applause from the onlooking cultivators.

Suddenly, the storyteller cultivator fell silent, a trace of mana aura rising from their body.

He immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and started meditating.

Seeing this, the surrounding cultivators instinctively grew quiet.

Those drinking tea continued to drink, while others chatted in whispers.

In no time, the storyteller finally opened his eyes. A gleam of light flashed across his eyes, suggesting he had made slight progress in his Cultivation Base.

He quickly got up, repeatedly bowed to the surrounding cultivators, showing a grateful expression.

“Thank you all for your understanding!”

“Oh stop that, you fellows of the ‘Baixiao Peak’ are always pretending. Hurry up, we haven’t finished listening!”

A cultivator who was sitting closest laughingly teased.

“Exactly, what happened after the Immortal Ascension in Xituo Continent got angry?”

Another cultivator eagerly asked.

Hearing this, the storyteller cultivator quickly sat down, and struck a judge’s gavel on the table.

Mirroring the habit of ordinary storytelling, he struck the judge’s gavel once, elevating the suspense.

With the sounding of the judge’s gavel, the audience instantly sensed a wave of bloodshed and brutal battles sweeping towards them.

In an instant, accompanied by the voice of the storyteller, they seemed to see a burly monk dressed in a kasaya robe, with nine knots of hair on his head, raging out of anger and making his way towards the West Sea Country.

“This big monk is a newly ascended Immortal in the Xituo Continent named Monk King Xin. He allied with the Ashna Tribe in Tupi Continent and attempted to penetrate West Sea Country, allowing cultivators from the Three Continents in. However, he was blocked at the entrance of the sea by a sole Nascent Soul cultivator from our sect, the peak master of Wanfa Peak!”

“Massive ocean waves surged, like an avalanche hitting the heavens! Any Class III Demonic Beast that came close was instantly killed…”

The descriptions of the storyteller were not overly vivid.

However, his voice seemed to possess a certain magic, as it allowed the cultivators to vaguely see a bare-chested cultivator standing upon the huge waves alone; he was bravely faced off against the Immortal Ascension Monk King Xin…

“In this battle, the peak master of Wanfa Peak repelled Monk King Xin, while sustaining minor injuries; the news shocked the Three Continents!”

The voice of the storyteller abruptly stopped.

The imagery gradually faded away.

The cultivators in the tea house remained silent, as if they were still immersed in the sensation of pride and liberation that the mysterious figure brought into their hearts.

After a long while…

The tea house suddenly broke out into applause and praise.

“Great! To think our sect still has such extraordinary people!”

“Defeating an Immortal Ascension with a mere Nascent Soul… he’s a divine being indeed!”

“The peak master of Wanfa Peak… I seem to have heard the patriarch speaking of him…”

“I must admit, I don’t hear of him often. I assume he’s like the Shenxiu Peak, they have few disciples but are very strong?”

“Young nephew, you don’t know this. The disciples of Wanfa Peak are said to be invincible at their cultivation level generation after generation. Speaking of the upcoming ‘Dao-asking Conference’, which includes competition in Dharma, if someone from Wanfa Peak is participating, they are bound to be the champion! There’s no doubt about it.”

“Really? That powerful? Uncle, is this Wanfa Peak stronger than our Qingmu Peak?”

An young cultivator who had recently joined the sect inquired in awe to the cultivator beside him.

Realizing the strange gaze from some of the elder cultivators around him, the uncle immediately felt embarrassed and coughed: “Keep your voice down. We’ll discuss this when we get home.”

The young cultivator asked puzzled: “But uncle, didn’t the patriarch say that our peak is the strongest in the whole sect…”

The uncle immediately covered the young cultivator’s mouth with embarrassment, and with an awkward smile, he nodded at some of the elder cultivators in the tea house, then quickly dragged the young cultivator away.

The tea house then broke out into laughter.

Seeing this, the storyteller cultivator from Baixiao Peak gave a knowing smile and continued, “Let’s move onto how Master Guan single-handedly captured and killed members of the Ashna Tribe…”

Just when he was about to continue, a faint voice came from the corner of the tea house:

“I dare to ask Brother Baixiao, what’s the condition of the peak master of Wanfa Peak after he repelled the Immortal Ascension?”@@novelbin@@

The storyteller cultivator looked towards the source of the voice and saw an ordinary-looking young cultivator, who emanated an aura of peace, nodding at him.

He expressed his apology: “Brother Wang … I’m sorry, I don’t know. But it must not be too serious, otherwise he would have been sent back for recuperation like the peak master of Zhenxie Peak.”

The young cultivator looked a bit disappointed when he heard this, but he quickly put on a smile: “Brother, please continue.”

The storyteller cultivator then resumed his tales.