Cultivation: Starting from a Fighting Cock

Chapter 1 Have you ever had experience as a prostitute?
Wuzhen, cockfighting arena.

"Defeated! Master Zhao's fighting cock has lost!"

"This chicken is as still as a block of wood. I predicted long ago that it couldn't fight. What do you say?"

"It seems like Master Zhao hasn't won a single game in the past six months, has he?"

"Oh my, aren't we grateful to Second Master Zhao for his kindness in giving us a few treats!"

Amidst the cacophony of voices, Ji Cheng opened his eyes, his body swaying precariously. A group of men dressed in ancient costumes, as if filming a movie, were pointing and shouting at him.

The perspective is a bit strange, though. Why are these people looking down at me like giants?

"What kind of chicken did I transmigrate into... Holy crap, how did I become a chicken?!"

Soon, realizing that he had transmigrated into the body of a chicken, Ji Cheng's expression was one of utter terror, as if the sky had fallen.

After being Ai Kun for ten years, Chicken Bro is actually myself!

Ji Cheng wished he could slap himself twice. "Serves you right for always being so mean to Brother Chicken. Now that you've transmigrated into Brother Chicken, are you behaving yourself?"

He was currently in a cockfighting arena, about ten feet and a half square meters, where a fighting cock that Master Zhao had just bought was locked in a fierce battle with Old Master Guo's black-legged rooster.

He was clearly outmatched; the chicken had been scratched in several places and was forced into a corner, on the verge of defeat.

"From this angle, this chicken looks terrifying..."

Ji Cheng recognized his opponent in the deadly battle. Guo Laosi's black-legged chicken was exceptionally robust, with a white neck, black feathers, a sharp beak like iron, and thick shanks. It was practically an athlete among chickens.

If he wasn't mistaken, his opponent weighed at least eleven pounds, while he only weighed eight and a half pounds; they were not even in the same league.

The next second, the black-footed chicken charged towards Ji Cheng. When it got close, its head struck Ji Cheng's head like a boxer's straight punch.

With its sharp beak pointing forward, if you were to get pecked like that, perhaps only scallions, ginger, garlic, and Sichuan peppercorns could offer any hope of recovery.

Ji Cheng dodged to the last second, then ducked under the other person and successfully squeezed out from the corner.

People gasped in surprise, all thinking that this attack would surely kill Master Zhao's fighting rooster, but to their astonishment, it was dodged.

"Good! Good!"

Master Zhao clapped his hands with his folding fan, his face displaying a fascinating expression. His fighting rooster hadn't lost yet!
Within seconds, Ji Cheng had accepted his new identity. Regardless of the circumstances, he needed to deal with his opponent first.

In his previous life, Ji Cheng was a master's student at an agricultural university. After graduation, he returned to his hometown and opened a chicken farm, raising tens of thousands of free-range chickens.

During an extreme thunderstorm, he was electrocuted and died when a tree branch broke a power line. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself transformed into a fighting rooster.

In terms of knowledge about chickens alone, whether it's the Muscovy chicken, the Sanhuang chicken, the Luhua chicken, the Silkie chicken, or even a chicken that can play basketball, he is absolutely a professional.

The black-legged chicken in front of us is characterized by its robust physique, thick shanks, strong defense, and powerful and enduring overall combat strength.

The downside is that it is not agile or flexible enough, and its flapping height is low.

Ji Cheng's breed is the Golden Rooster, characterized by its sharp beak and claws, making it the most aggressive of all fighting cock breeds.

Its weakness lies in its insufficient defense and poor resistance to damage; it is a typical example of high attack and low defense.

When the two fighting roosters faced each other again, the golden rooster's head suddenly shook from side to side, like a rattle drum.

Furthermore, its gait is also very strange, sometimes moving forward, sometimes backward, and sometimes shifting left and right, without any discernible pattern.

"This……"

The gamblers and onlookers were dumbfounded. Had Zhao Erye's fighting rooster gone mad or what?

I've never heard of chickens having epilepsy!

During the game, the black-footed pheasant pecked at the golden pheasant several times, but the golden pheasant dodged them all. The golden pheasant even managed to peck a bloody hole in the black-footed pheasant's neck.

This is the legendary "Swing Fist," and Ji Cheng felt that background music should start playing at this moment.

For the Golden Rooster, the Black-legged Chicken was extremely clumsy. Ji Cheng used his swaying fist, maximizing the chicken's head's sensitivity, making it even less likely for the chicken to peck at him.

Sensing that the other was about to flap its claws and pin him down, Ji Cheng flapped its wings and took off at the same time as the other, but he was half a body length higher than the black-legged chicken.

Hit high and hit low, hit the idiot.

Ji Cheng's sharp claws instantly tore two bloody marks on the black-footed chicken's bright red comb. As he fell, he pecked at the chicken's head.

Its beak was so sharp that it could peck a bloody hole in one bite.

The situation reversed instantly. The black-footed chicken was seriously injured, and Ji Cheng pressed his advantage, leaping up again to launch a fierce attack on the chicken sports student.

Soon, the black-legged rooster collapsed to the ground, its body oozing blood from multiple wounds, barely alive. "In this cockfight, Master Zhao has won!"

The cockfighting arena manager made the announcement.

Those who had been cheering and celebrating earlier had all bet on Guo Laosi to win, but now they all looked like they had lost their mothers, shaking their heads and sighing, saying that they had misjudged him.

"Haha, Guo Laosi, are you convinced or not?"

Master Zhao raised his eyebrows in triumph, pointed at Old Master Guo with his folding fan, and asked with a laugh.

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced. But Master Zhao, I must remind you, your fighting rooster is behaving strangely, as if it has contracted some kind of strange disease. It may not live more than two days!"

"Hey, what do you mean? Are you cursing my chicken?"

"No, no, Second Master Zhao, I'm just telling the truth. How about we have another fight in a couple of days?"

"Let's fight then. Your second uncle has been a tough guy in Wuzhen since he was a baby. When has he ever been afraid?"

"Hehe, that's right, that's right."

"My darling, come on, let's go home!"

Master Zhao weighed the silver he had won in his hand, picked up the golden rooster, and headed home.

Whether it was because his swinging fist had evened out his brain or something else, a string of information suddenly appeared before Ji Cheng's eyes.

【Title: Weakling (1/10)】

[Bloodline: Golden Rooster (7%)]

[Level: Domestic Poultry (Weak)]

[Talent: Observation, Listening, Inquiry, and Palpation]

"What kind of 'weakling' title is this? It's such an insult to chickens!"

Ji Cheng was furious. When he focused his attention on it, more information came out.

[Weakling]

You are weak, extremely weak, an insignificant figure on the roadside, unnoticed by anyone. Your presence has diminished by 80%.

All your opponents will underestimate you; in the early stages of the battle, they will only unleash about 30% of their strength.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being a weakling."

Ji Cheng understood; this was a tactic of feigning weakness to the enemy.

It is suitable to strike suddenly and decisively when the opponent is careless and negligent, sending the opponent into the pot in two quick and accurate moves.

With such a title, Ji Cheng could basically kill 80% of fighting cocks at first sight.

Master Zhao paraded through the city carrying his fighting rooster, making a point of circling the streets and telling everyone he met how fierce his rooster was, like a fisherman showing off a fifty-pound fish.

After returning to the Zhao residence, he placed the fighting rooster in a cage in the backyard. The cage was almost new, indicating that none of the previous fighting roosters had lived long.

Then, Uncle Zhao brought over a basin of clean water, washed the wound on the fighting rooster's head, and grabbed a handful of corn.

Afterwards, Master Zhao instructed his servants to take good care of the fighting rooster.

The servant readily agreed, but within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he completely forgot about it. What cockfighting?
Ji Cheng stayed quietly in the cage. He noticed that he had two neighbors in this backyard.

A big red rooster, head held high and chest puffed out, thinking itself very handsome, and a big yellow dog with a limp, chained leg.

With his presence reduced by 80%, the big red rooster seemed not to see Ji Cheng, and the lame yellow dog merely glanced at him before continuing to sleep, showing no intention of paying him any attention.

Ji Cheng was secretly relieved that at least the environment in the Zhao residence was quite safe, and there was no immediate threat to his life.

at night.

It was March, and the spring chill was still in the air. The Zhao family had turned off their lights and gone to bed early.

Just as Ji Cheng was about to bury his head in the wings, he was startled by the sound of chains and tilted his head to look.

The narcissistic red rooster had long been asleep and made no sound, but the lame yellow dog suddenly perked up. It stood up on its hind legs like a human and used its front paws to untie the collar around its neck.

The bizarre scene left Ji Cheng completely stunned, his mind filled with questions.

(End of this chapter)