Chapter 20: Big Gray Dog and Free-Range Chicken
Feng Shi went over amusedly and patted their heads: “Why so greedy? Didn’t you just eat yesterday?”
Seeing him come, the spirit beasts immediately chirped and chattered around him. The noise made Feng Shi’s head hurt, and he didn’t quite understand what they meant, but it was nothing more than wanting to eat.
Feng Shi pondered for a moment. He felt that since he planted this herb field, someone had to watch over it. Why not make a deal?
So he discussed with the few spirit beasts: “It’s not impossible if you want to eat, but you have to stay and work for me, okay?”
The few small spirit beasts nodded frantically.
Feng Shi formed hand seals and placed a talisman on each of them, instructing: “If you find other spirit beasts appearing nearby, use this talisman to call me, understood?”
The spirit beasts chirped and chattered again, then very professionally separated to guard around the herb garden. There were also two grayish sparrows standing on the tree as lookouts.
Feng Shi was very satisfied and happily tended to his herb garden.
In the evening, Xiao Yuhui suddenly came over and told Feng Shi that he was going on a sect mission recently and probably wouldn’t be back for a short while.
Once Xiao Yuhui left, the entire Yihe Peak became quiet to the extreme. But with the company of a few small spirit beasts, it wasn’t too lonely.
These few days, Feng Shi had been secretly observing Yan Cheng.
That day entering the inner sect, the other party chose to go to Duanqi Peak (Forging Peak) and hadn’t made any big moves so far.
Feng Shi watched his spiritual herbs grow more lush day by day. Every day, besides cultivation, was tending to medicinal herbs.
Not to mention anything else about these spiritual herbs, they should be able to be exchanged for some spirit stones. Then exchanging spirit stones for points—wouldn’t that be wonderful?
Feng Shi thought perfectly, until one day, a bowl-thick giant lightning bolt suddenly struck down on Yihe Peak. Frost-white silver light instantly sprinkled over the entire mountaintop, then dimmed rapidly.
A mountain fire started, only to be extinguished by the ensuing heavy rain.
Feng Shi rushed out of the room, opened a barrier for his spiritual herbs, and looked towards the place smoking on the mountain. Then he discovered that it was actually the direction of Shen Songhe’s residence.
Feng Shi’s heart was startled, but the System didn’t remind him, so there shouldn’t be anything wrong, right?
Feng Shi called Qingqing in his mind, only to find that this customer service, who was originally online twenty-four hours a day, was actually absent today.
Although Xiao Yuhui instructed him that Shen Songhe was in seclusion and it was best not to disturb him, Feng Shi struggled for a moment and still decided to go and have a look.
Getting closer, he could see the scorched blackness struck by lightning on the ground. Looking from a distance, Shen Songhe’s residence wasn’t damaged.
Feng Shi felt somewhat relieved.
Just as he wanted to leave, he heard a vague sound of fighting coming from the plum forest nearby.
Feng Shi’s heart rose again. He concealed his aura well and moved closer.
After approaching, he heard bursts of loud barking.
Feng Shi wondered in his heart: On such a rainy day, there are actually spirit beasts fighting here? Aren’t they afraid of being struck by lightning?
Walking a few more steps, through the hazy rain curtain and a few plum trees, Feng Shi finally saw clearly the two spirit beasts making the noise.
It was actually a big gray dog and a white-feathered chicken!
Feng Shi widened his eyes, looking at the weird scene before him.
What the hell, this is a total visual impact!
Feng Shi’s interest was piqued. He squatted on the ground and watched with great relish.
Over there, Shen Songhe suppressed the anger in his heart, moving constantly to dodge the attacks of the stupid dog opposite him.
Demon King Hei Mang, who was considered a stupid dog, was raging impotently: “Shen Songhe, I must capture you alive today!”
This sentence, when transmitted to Feng Shi’s ears nearby, became a string of melodious “Wang Wang Wang.” He laughed: This dog seems to be a chatterbox.
“Dream on.” Shen Songhe responded indifferently.
Today, if not for Hei Mang, this stupid dog, slipping up and attracting heavenly lightning, he wouldn’t have been forced to revert to his original form, getting soaked in the rain so wretchedly here.
Feng Shi watched with a confused face.
Why aren’t they fighting yet?
What exactly is that thing barking about?
Why is that chicken still putting on airs pretending to be elegant?
After watching for a long time, he couldn’t help but reveal himself: “Hey! Are you two fighting or not?”
“Made my legs numb from squatting!”
Hei Mang looked at the person suddenly appearing in front of him and raged: “Bold! Where did this little brat come from, daring to delay this King’s good deed?!”
In Feng Shi’s ears: “Wang Wang Wang Awoo!”
Feng Shi dug his ears, reached out, and easily pinched the back of the other party’s neck, scolding fiercely: “Barking what? Let me tell you, you’ve been recruited!”
Hei Mang was dumbfounded.
As Feng Shi spoke, he pinched the neck of that free-range chicken over there: “And you, be obedient, there are spiritual herbs to eat.”
Shen Songhe, whose throat was suddenly choked: You are dead!
At this moment, Feng Shi didn’t know he was pinching his own master’s precious neck. He was still thinking happily in his heart that he had found two more coolies.
Carrying the two trophies obtained from this trip, he hummed a song happily, went down the mountain, and returned to his residence.
Shen Songhe and Hei Mang were struck by heavenly lightning to the point of having no power to resist, completely at his mercy.
Hei Mang looked at Shen Songhe, teary-eyed: “I said long ago you cultivators are all scourges! Ying ying ying, we won’t be eaten, right?”
Shen Songhe looked at him coldly.
Hei Mang’s human form was a forty-something-year-old uncle. Hearing him ying ying ying was truly indescribable.
Along the way, Hei Mang chattered incessantly. The noise annoyed Feng Shi so much he gave him two slaps, and only then did he quiet down.
Arriving at the herb garden, Feng Shi skillfully placed restrictions on them, then threw them to the spirit beast boss, Groundhog: “Ratty, newcomers are here. Train them well for me.”
Hei Mang wanted to run as soon as he landed, but the restriction on his body took effect, hurting him back.
Shen Songhe was much calmer, standing quietly in front of a group of spirit beasts.
The spirit beasts were shocked by his exquisite appearance and noble temperament into silence, let alone training him. They wished they could enshrine him.
Therefore, when Feng Shi finished cleaning himself up and came out to look, the white free-range chicken had seemingly become the new boss of the spirit beast group. At this moment, it was napping on a clean and tidy cushion, its posture graceful and eye-catching.
In contrast, that big gray dog was being taught a lesson by the groundhog, screaming and yelping, miserably opening up new herb fields.
Feng Shi wanted to laugh at this little society.
Sure enough, it was still an era looking at faces.
He walked up to that free-range chicken and reached out to poke the other party’s red eyelid.
Shen Songhe opened his eyes, cold light shooting from them.
Unaware, Feng Shi smiled and pinched his beak: “Yo, still have a temper?”
He was mainly preventing the other party from pecking him with its beak.
Shen Songhe narrowed his eyes.
Indeed! Letting this person live was a mistake!
Seeing the other party didn’t struggle, Feng Shi slowly loosened his grip, rubbing his hands with a beaming smile: “What is your name?”
After speaking, he remembered he couldn’t understand beast language, so he said: “How about I give you one?”
Then asked: “What breed are you?”
Shen Songhe gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.
“White-feathered chicken? Male or female?”
Shen Songhe’s temples throbbed; he endured.
“Otherwise, I’ll just call you, Chicken Ji!” Feng Shi’s eyes lit up, feeling this name was truly not bad.
Shen Songhe couldn’t endure it anymore.
Immortal Lord Yubai, who was never easily provoked, for the first time, ungracefully, pecked someone with his crane beak.
Feng Shi yelped, hugging his stinging hand. The pain made tears fall, and he accused: “Could it be you don’t like this name?”
Shen Songhe buried his head in his wings and turned his back.
Then he heard this person continue: “Fine then, from now on your name will be this.”
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