NOVPUB"Alright, Liu Jin has just come back; drop the Sect Master act at home."
Bu Chan came over, grabbed Wang Yi’an, and started walking, casting a glance back at Wang Ba.
Wang Ba’s old face suddenly looked a bit awkward, and he coughed embarrassingly:
"What... What are you doing in the field?"
Not far away, Wang Qingyang said with a smile:
"Master, Mistress is planting some Spirit Plants following the recipe for ’Chunqiuzui Wine’!"
"Chunqiuzui Wine?"
Wang Ba was startled, then he remembered.
He had meditated on the Dao of Soul with the 800-year-old Chunqiuzui Wine provided by big drinker He, and he had made significant gains. He recognized the value of the wine, but he was too busy to deal with it, so he gave the recipe to Bu Chan to prepare when she had time.
Wang Ba quickly asked Bu Chan:
"Has all the Spirit Plant been planted? Is it enough? If not, I can find big drinker He."
"It’s enough. As the Vice Director of the Spirit Plant Department, could I possibly not have enough Spirit Plants?"
Bu Chan waved her hand nonchalantly and walked into the field, then called out:
"Hurry up and lend a hand. I still need to go back to the department after we finish here!"
Wang Ba chuckled.
He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that his junior sister wasn’t as gentle and approachable as before.
He couldn’t help muttering:
"You, the Vice Director of the Spirit Plant Department, still need help?"
That immediately drew Bu Chan’s head to turn and her eyes to narrow: 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing, nothing."
Wang Ba laughed it off and followed them to the spirit field.
He took out a Magic Tool specially used for sorting the spiritual energy in the field and got busy.
Following behind Bu Chan, Wang Yi’an was no longer the naive young boy he used to be. Seeing how his father, the Deputy Sect Master, was so obedient in front of his mother, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
Bu Chan turned her head sharply, her gaze carrying a hint of sharpness and danger:
"What are you laughing at?"
Feeling the dangerous aura like that of a natural predator, Wang Yi’an immediately said with a serious tone:
"I’m just happy that our family is reunited again."
Hearing Wang Yi’an’s words, Bu Chan’s sharp gaze softened considerably, and she nodded gently:
"That sounds more reasonable... you and Qingyang go wash the Yunxian Beans we’ve picked, I’ll cook in a bit. It’s rare for our family of four to gather like this. After eating, I’ll return to the department."
"Got it!"
Wang Yi’an obediently responded and quickly flew away.
Wang Qingyang glanced at the picked vegetables and expressed his dilemma:
"Mistress, I’d better stick to plowing the land; I’m afraid I’ll break the vegetables."
"If they break, then we’ll eat them broken, it’s fine. It’s good for practicing the control of your mana."
Bu Chan didn’t even look up as she answered.
In just a few words, she had everyone’s roles neatly arranged.
Wang Qingyang also immediately flew over to help.
The couple worked together, and time flew by swiftly.
Before long, Wang Ba had the spiritual energy in the land sorted out, and Bu Chan had planted the Spirit Plant seeds and saplings.
Afterward, Bu Chan started cooking with practiced ease.
Though she hadn’t cooked in years, she was not the least bit rusty.
Soon enough, a table full of dishes was ready.
"Mother, this fish is cooked really well. I remember the fish you used to make always had blood and smelled fishy..."
The relaxed Wang Yi’an spoke without restraint.
Both Wang Ba and Wang Qingyang kept their composure.
As expected, Bu Chan narrowed her eyes at Wang Yi’an:
"Was it that bad before?"
Wang Yi’an suddenly felt a chill in his heart, shaking his head like a rattle-drum:
"It must not have been. Maybe I remembered wrong."
Bu Chan huffed:
"Even eating doesn’t keep your mouth shut."
Wang Qingyang immediately burst into laughter.
Wang Ba’s mouth also turned up slightly.
The air on Wanfa Peak was filled with a rare cheerful atmosphere.
Nightfall.
The serene moonlight spilled across the room in front of the bed.
Clouds dissipated, and rain ceased.
Bu Chan curled up quietly in Wang Ba’s embrace, much like a peaceful cat, and whispered,
"Are you really okay with Liu Jin and Qingyang going to Huangji Continent?"
Wang Ba, gazing upward, looked at the rafters, slightly absent-minded,
"The Dragon Transformation Pool is a rare opportunity for them... Don’t worry, one is my son, the other my disciple; I won’t let anything happen to them."
Bu Chan sighed softly upon hearing this,
"You just don’t want other disciples in the Sect to gossip, right? With the Dragon Transformation Pool being so precious, there will undoubtedly be struggles. Since the Deputy Sect Master’s disciple and descendant are going, those who have been arranged to go will have no grounds to complain."
Hearing Bu Chan’s words, Wang Ba turned his head slightly to look at the woman in his arms and sighed softly,
"With so many of the Sect’s higher-ups having died, what makes Liu Jin and Qingyang any special?"
The room remained utterly silent.
After a long while, Bu Chan’s melancholic voice echoed,
"I understand what you mean, and I’ve always remembered the graces of the elders of our Sect, but... It’s you and Liu Jin who are most important to me. I don’t want anything to happen to either of you."
Wang Ba fell silent for a while, then held the body in his arms tighter.
"Don’t worry, I’m here."
...
"After Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment followed by Core Formation, a Talent Spell is born."
"And at the time of Nascent Soul Formation, possibly due to absorbing too much Soul Power, this Talent Spell transformed into a Minor Divine Power."
"Minor Complete Heaven Escape Divine Skill."
"It can be utilized with materials of solid quality, totaling twenty-four pieces, which can carry the marks for Minor Complete Heaven Escape Divine Skill forever. With a mere thought, one can swiftly teleport using these marks... This is indeed more practical than before."
Wang Ba sat cross-legged under the Azure Fire Paulownia Tree, looking down at the twenty-four pieces of ore that appeared as heavy as iron, arrayed before him.
These ores were filled with pores and were pitch-black.
However, they were actually quite precious Class IV spirit mines; their quality ranked within the top three of Class IV spirit items, even if not the hardest.
"It indeed suffices to carry the escape marks."
Wang Ba held one piece, carefully feeling it.
With a thought, a ball of Class IV spirit fire quickly rose in his palm.
Yet, faced with the refining flames of the spirit fire, the Mysterious Black ore was as if it didn’t feel it at all, serene as ever.
Wang Ba slightly furrowed his brow.
It resists the flames so well?
He softly called out,
"Erya."
"Goo!"
From the Azure Fire Paulownia Tree, a fiery red figure swiftly flew from the crown filled with fiery leaves and lightly landed on Wang Ba’s shoulder, turning its head to groom its slightly mottled tail feathers.
Wang Ba lifted the Mysterious Black ore in his hand and shook it towards Erya.
"Goo goo... caw?"
Erya tilted its head, and then quickly understood Wang Ba’s intention. Opening its golden, lustrous beak, a flame mixed with golden and red hues immediately landed on the ore.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the ore began to melt rapidly.
Before long, under Wang Ba’s control, it formed a heavy, flawless, and rather smooth Mysterious Black Token.
Wang Ba weighed it, pleased, and then pressed down lightly with his palm.
Instantly, a Divine Pattern resembling the Vermilion Bird was imprinted on the Mysterious Black Token.
Erya eyed the token’s imprint curiously.
"It’s drawn after you."
Wang Ba revealed a slight smile.
Ever since he had gained an understanding of Divine Patterns, he often didn’t stick to patterns; as long as the True Intent of the Divine Pattern was there, it wouldn’t be affected no matter the shape.
After creating one escape mark token, Wang Ba followed the same process and refined twenty more pieces.
He left three unmarked.
The Minor Complete Heaven Escape Divine Skill could permanently engrave the escape mark on a carrier, and it could also be temporarily marked on carriers of lesser quality. Once used, it would break, similar to his previous use of the Body Sealing Skill.
The three remaining marks were to be used for temporary magical combat.
After these refinements, Wang Ba pondered briefly. He took out ten pieces and sent them to Diwu Hall, also giving some instructions to the Hall Master, Ma Shengxu.
Having finished these tasks,
He suddenly had a thought, took out a damaged drum from his Storage Treasure, and placed it in front of him.
Then he rose to his feet, bowed respectfully towards the drum,
"Disciple Wang Ba pays his respects to the Yuyang Patriarch; I ask for the Patriarch to manifest."
The drum remained silent and motionless.
However, Wang Ba had no intention of getting up just yet.
