"Once you're here, don't ask any questions. Just focus on nurturing the spiritual food for the immortals, and you will benefit from it! Who knows, maybe in the future, you could be just like me, serving as a deacon of the outer sect."

"Yes, yes, I understand."

"Hmm, take good care of this package. It can help you groom these beasts. I'll check on your progress in half a month. If they are not well-kept, don't blame me for taking you to task."

"I understand, thank you for your care, Deacon Li. This is a small token of my appreciation..."

"Hmm, you seem to know the ropes. Alright, I’ll leave now..."

"Take care, Deacon Li."

With utmost respect, he watched as the rather portly Deacon Li slowly disappeared into the valleys. The smile on Wang Ba's face gradually faded.

What replaced it was a sense of loss and bitterness.

"I've finally come to this point, huh!"

"But who can blame me for being poorly endowed and having bad luck!"

"I really feel unworthy as a transmigrator."

In Wang Ba's eyes, all he saw was resentment and helplessness.

Upon arriving in this world, he thought he had a chance to seek immortality and enjoy a long life.

Unfortunately, despite his strenuous efforts to find the nearest immortal sect, he was told that he was not good enough and they were not even willing to accept him in the outer sect.

He was not willing to accept this, so he did everything he could, and after a full eight years, he still had no success.

Having nearly exhausted his wealth, he found himself to be left with no way back.

Out of necessity, he finally cast aside his unrealistic dreams. Using the last of his assets, he sought intermediaries to establish a connection with Li, a steward of the Immortal Sect 'Eastern Saint Clan'.

Once the steward Li was paid off, he sincerely arranged for his placement.

He found himself in a manor for the rearing of the celestial beings' spiritual food.

However, to Wang Ba, it seemed more fitting to call it a 'chicken farm'.

Because, looking around, the entire manor was filled with freely wandering roosters and hens.

Each of them tall in stature, vibrant and robust.

Demonstrating a fair amount of spirituality between their disruptive movements.

These creatures vastly differed from the common poultry raised in the mortal world.

These chickens roamed the manor leisurely, with servants providing them with superior feed and spiritual insects.

Their destiny was to be, after growing plump and robust one day, delivered to the dining room of immortal beings, to be turned into spiritual delicacies filled with potent energy.

All of these were explained to him by Steward Li before he came here.

In the entire manor, besides him, there was only one elderly man.

The old man seemed to be in his seventies or eighties, his face was spotted with age spots. Upon seeing Wang Ba arrive, he went about his business, carrying a wooden stool and settled under the eaves for sunbathing.

"Good Day Sir, my name is Wang Ba. I look forward to working alongside you and I hope we can take care of each other."

Wang Ba habitually wears a smile, greeting politely.

The old man glanced at him sidelong, his gaze carrying a hint of an inexplicable meaning. After a long pause, he slowly spoke:

"My surname is Sun."

"A Li surnamed person brought you here, it seems that you didn't provide enough benefits."

Wang Ba, stunned at his words, managed to squeeze out a forced smile:

"Hehe, Mr. Sun is joking, what kind of benefits could I give, really..."

"Hmph!"

The old man huffed, turning his head away without saying anything more.

Noticing the other side didn't seem to have any desire to engage further in conversation.

Wang Ba also felt a bit awkward, so he bowed his hand in salute and proceeded towards his bedroom.

The room was unbearably narrow--just a three-foot-wide narrow bed and a worn-out wardrobe.

Opening the door, he was greeted with a musty smell and a room full of cobwebs.

It seemed like it had been quite a while since anyone lived here.

Despite this, Wang Ba didn't seem to mind at all.

After a brief cleaning, he eagerly unwrapped the package that Butler Li had left for him.

A piece of yellow paper, a Daoist robe, and a handwritten book.

Wang Ba picked up the yellow paper and gave it a quick scan - they were all tips on raising chickens. He carelessly tucked it into his chest.

Then he passed over the standard indigo Daoist robe of the East Saint Sect and directly picked up the book at the very bottom.

What met his eyes were three unremarkable large characters.

"Physique Strengthening Scripture".

"Yes! This is it!"

Wang Ba's eyes lit up.

This was his last hope.

For Immortal Sects taking disciples, the most valued trait was spiritual root potential.

If the potential is high, it obviously goes without saying.

However, most people don't even have a spiritual root.

Just like Wang Ba.

Fortunately, every cloud has a silver lining.

And the path of cultivation was no different.

He had only just luckily found out not long ago, that cultivating this unique "Mighty Body Sutra" of the Eastern Saint Sect could give a minuscule glimmer of hope to foster spiritual roots within oneself.

Although the spiritual roots fostered in such a manner usually had extremely low aptitude, such that it was even snubbed by independent cultivators.

Yet, for Wang Ba, this was ultimately a beacon of hope.

And such a cultivation technique like the "Mighty Body Sutra" could only be practiced if one was part of the sect.

This was the reason why Wang Ba had to join the sect, even if it meant breeding chickens for them.

Now that the secret manual was in his hands, Wang Ba naturally could not wait to open it and start studying.

"This 'Mighty Body Sutra' actually has thirteen levels..."

"Each level of cultivation completed could increase one's strength by dozens, even up to a hundred catties..."

"Only needing to cultivate up to the tenth level for a chance to foster spiritual roots?"

"If cultivated to the thirteenth level, this could even reach a medium-grade spiritual root level!"

"Great! What a great cultivation technique!"

Wang Ba was more and more delighted as he continued to read.

He could not have imagined that this "Mighty Body Sutra" would be this contrarily effective.

Although the number of levels to cultivate was somewhat many, but only needing to reach the tenth level gave one a possibility to nurture spiritual roots within oneself.

And if one perfectly cultivates it to completion, it could even lead to a medium-grade spiritual root level!

The entry threshold for the 'Eastern Holy Sect's' outer sect only requires one to have a low-grade spiritual root.

In other words, he only needs to practice to levels eleven or twelve to officially become an outer sect disciple of the Eastern Holy Sect!

From then on, the path to Immortality seems possible!

"Phew—Calm down! Calm down!"

"Don't get carried away!"

"A cultivation method with such amazing effect will no doubt have high demands."

"Let's take a look first."

Wang Ba drew a deep breath.

Suppressing his excited emotions.

He then carefully opened the subsequent pages of the text.

"Eh, this cultivation method doesn't have any requirements, it only takes some time?"

Wang Ba was incredibly surprised.

He hurriedly continued reading.

"The first level only takes a year to complete. So, it means it's not too difficult to cultivate a spiritual root by the time I'm in my forties or fifties..."

"Hm? The second level takes two years, the third level takes four years..."

As he kept reading, Wang Ba's face gradually changed!

Geometric sequence!

Without even having to think about it, the time required for the tenth level immediately popped up in his head.

512 years!

He couldn't believe it as he quickly flipped to the next page.

Upon seeing the number on the page, he instantly froze, as if he had been struck by thunder!

His guess, it was true!

The tenth level, it really takes 512 years!

And the thirteenth level, it requires a staggering 4096 years!

This length of time has far exceeded even the lifespan of immortals!

Even though it is stated in the book, if one has extremely high talent, it can greatly shorten the training time.

But Wang Ba, looking at this line of words, could only give a wry smile.

From the first to the tenth level, it takes 1023 years.

What kind of talent could shorten the gap of a thousand years?

He simply didn’t believe he could accomplish it!

Even if he could train and cultivate spirit roots in a few decades, what can he do?

The lifespan of mortals is only a hundred years!

What will he use for Qi refining, what will he use to build the foundation?

At this moment, it's not to say that he is utterly disheartened.

But he finally gave up completely.

He was dumbfounded for a while.

A long time later, he finally let out a heavy sigh.

As if he wanted to expel all his ambitions and discontent.

The "Body Strengthening Scripture" that he had painstakingly acquired was casually thrown at the foot of his bed.

In its place was that yellow paper recording the notice on raising chickens...