Cultivation: Starting from a Fighting Cock

Chapter 38 Breakthrough, Mid-Stage Demon Transformation

After Zhao Qian left, Su Qing wrote a letter and sent it back to Zishui City, asking her family to send someone to check whether the Zhao family in Wuzhen had ever produced a Foundation Establishment alchemist in their ancestry.

After Zhao Qian brought Su Xianzi's statement back to the Zhao family, the entire Zhao family was finally somewhat relieved.

In the days that followed.

The Green Bamboo Gang sent men to keep an eye on the area around the Zhao residence. The Snake Gang tried to make some small moves against the Zhao family several times, but they were stopped each time.

Zhou Mu had fought Su Qing once before, but he didn't gain any advantage. If he hadn't run fast, his legs would have been broken.

On another occasion, he planned to lead Master Wang and Chief Wang in a night raid on the Green Bamboo Gang.

When they went to scout the location, they discovered that the Green Bamboo Gang's territory was shrouded in thick fog at night, making it impossible to see anything inside.

Chief Wang recognized that this must be an array set up by Fairy Su.

Even the lowest-ranking and simplest maze would be enough to make these martial artists dizzy and disoriented, getting them quite drunk.

The night raid plan had to be abandoned.

Zhou Mu was depressed and hated Su Qing and the Su family to the core.

He originally had the Zhao family completely under his control, but due to the obstruction of Su Qing and the Green Bamboo Gang, and with Zhao Qian, an internal strength martial artist, in charge of the Zhao family, it has become even more difficult for him to make any moves against them.

Zhao Mansion.

After a few peaceful days, the Zhao family was finally less anxious.

Currently, the situation in Wuzhen is gradually stabilizing, with neither Zhou Mu nor Su Xianzi able to gain the upper hand.

With Fairy Su keeping an eye on things, Zhou Mu and the Snake Gang could do nothing but verbal pressure and threats.

These days, Master Zhao has not been fighting cocks.

He spent his days wandering around crowded places, inquiring about the Snake Gang and the Green Bamboo Gang. He even befriended some of the gang's underlings, drinking and eating together, calling each other brothers, and asking them to inform him of any suspicious activity.

Ji Cheng was a little bored on days without cockfighting.

He had no choice but to cultivate every day, refining the wolf demon's core while constantly circulating the demonic energy within his body to refine that precious feather.

This golden feather has undoubtedly become his biggest killing move.

As he grows stronger and refines the golden feathers, their power will continue to increase.

【Titles: Turkey Shooter (2/40), One-Legged Rooster, Wind-blown Chicken】

[Bloodline: Golden Rooster (65%)]

[Realm: Middle stage of demon transformation]

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

"Breakthrough! Mid-stage Demon Transformation!"

Ji Cheng chuckled and used the wolf demon's core to cultivate for seven days and seven nights, breaking through to the mid-stage of the demon transformation realm in one fell swoop.

His cultivation speed is so fast that it won't be long before he catches up with the big yellow dog's level.

Ji Cheng sighed, "As expected, there's no future in honest cultivation. You have to use demon cores and spirit stones to aid your cultivation in order to make rapid progress."

This demon core hasn't been completely refined yet; about one-tenth of it is still remaining.

In truth, Ji Cheng wasn't that much different from that wolf demon; they were only one major realm apart.

In his opinion, can a difference of one major realm be considered a kill beyond one's level?
That's standard procedure, okay?

After thinking for a while and clearing his mind of distractions, Ji Cheng continued to refine the remaining part of the demon core.

……

at night.

There is no moon tonight, and the sky is overcast, as if a downpour is about to begin.

Such weather is a rare sight in Wuzhen.

But that's normal, after all, it's July, and torrential rain can come at any time.

Ji Cheng flew to the big poplar tree, where a magpie nestled in its nest, chirping and chattering at him.

This magpie seemed to be no longer afraid of Ji Cheng, and refused to move its nest when it saw him.

Ji Cheng jumped in front of it and kicked it out of its den.

"Hey?"

Inside the nest, there was a new little life. Ji Cheng's eyes lit up. The sixth baby had finally hatched.

There was a bright red, featherless fledgling struggling to stand up in the nest, surrounded by a pile of broken eggshells.

Ji Cheng was initially unsure if it was a cuckoo chick, but what happened next dispelled his doubts. After the magpie left the nest, the chick spread its wings and used its wings and back to brace against an egg, trying its best to push the egg out of the nest and smash it to pieces.

It can't even stand up, yet it starts doing these bad things; it's an instinct etched into its DNA.

Calling it a struggle for the crown prince position, as has always been the case, is perhaps not quite appropriate.

But nature is just that cruel.

Ji Cheng picked up the old man in one gulp and swallowed him whole.

"Mmm, it's very fresh, full of protein!"

He couldn't help but recall a particularly unpalatable delicacy from his past life: balut (fertilized duck egg).

Some people often confuse it with live beads, and cannot distinguish between the two, thinking they are the same thing.

Simply put, fertilized eggs are eggs in which the chicken embryo stops developing during the incubation process due to factors such as temperature, humidity, or bacteria. They are usually incubated for more than fourteen days and are also called dead embryo eggs.

Live eggs are healthy embryonic eggs whose development is artificially terminated when they have been incubated for 12 to 14 days, before the embryo is fully formed.

Compared to the former, the chick inside the balut is already formed, with feathers, bones, and a complete rudimentary shape. You can see the chick's eyes, mouth, nose, and other organs.

The live bead is semi-formed, and you can only roughly see the outline of a chick.

Ji Cheng thought that the cuckoo chick he had just eaten was similar to the balut, and it was indeed very fresh. No wonder some people thought balut was delicious.

Afterwards, Ji Cheng left the nest and called the magpie back to continue incubating the remaining two eggs.

A magpie landed in its nest and discovered that its newly hatched chicks were gone.

It barked wildly at Ji Cheng, even trying to fly over and attack him, but Ji Cheng fanned a gust of wind and blew it away.

In recent days, the two major gangs have reduced their nighttime patrols considerably.

"Wang!"

Dahuang finally got to act. He went to a chicken farmer's house, stole two chickens, and brought them back. He barked at Ji Cheng in the field.

Ji Cheng understood, flew to the field, and breathed out flames to roast the two chickens.

He grabbed one of the cumin-flavored roasted chickens and started eating it.

Big Yellow looked at him in shock, its expression clearly saying, "Isn't this one of your kind?"

"Yes, these are my dearest relatives and friends, my brothers and sisters, so add more cumin."

Ji Cheng spoke calmly.

Dahuang swallowed hard, unable to understand, but deeply shocked.

In the middle of the night, Ji Cheng saw several more masked palm civets in the big poplar tree, moving between the fields and farmhouses.

Among them, there was one that was particularly intelligent and looked very spiritual. Ji Cheng felt that this masked fox was probably not far from the demon transformation realm.

He glanced at the dark, towering mountains to the west.

Even though he can fly extremely fast now, that mountain forest is still a forbidden zone for him. He has always adhered to the principle that if you don't do stupid things, you won't die.

Not long after, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a torrential downpour began.

Ji Cheng landed in the courtyard and hid.

By daybreak, the rain had stopped, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth.

When the sun rises, the entire town of Wuzhen seems to be transformed, with wisps of smoke rising from every household.

"Oh oh oh-"

Ji Cheng finally finished refining the last bit of the demon core, making his mid-stage demon transformation strength even more solid.

A new day has begun.

The Zhao residence gradually returned to its usual state.

Early in the morning, Zhao Qian led Zhao Yan and Zhao Kun to practice boxing in the courtyard.

Zhao Yan practices boxing as a form of rehabilitation. She performs one movement after another, slowly and laboriously, and soon she is drenched in sweat.

After watching for a while, Da Huang turned to Ji Cheng and grinned.

Ji Cheng, on the other hand, had no expression. Of course, he was a chicken, so it was difficult for him to make an expression.

Under Zhao Qian's tutelage, Zhao Kun practiced a martial art that could enhance his physique. This was something Zhao Qian had previously said he would teach him, but he only had time to do so now.

Zhao Kun had only practiced a few moves when he started coughing. Zhao Qian quickly told him to sit down and rest.

As for Zhao Qian's injuries, they are almost fully healed.

(End of this chapter)