Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

After listening to Mao Xiaofang's words, Chu Sheng and the other two worked very efficiently and had a good understanding of each other's tasks.

Yu Chuda was in charge of collecting chicken blood, while Xiao Douzi was in charge of boiling water and plucking feathers.

Chu Sheng then demonstrated a modern survival skill—a love of food!

He stuffed all the seasonings into the chicken's belly, lit a fire, covered it with mud, turned the chicken into a large ball, and threw it into the fire to roast.

Before long, a wonderful fragrance filled the entire Qijia Village.

"Junior brother, you're a true culinary genius." Yu Chuda swallowed hard, unable to resist the urge to eat. He had never imagined that chicken could be roasted like this.

"Senior brother, you can eat it when you come back after you deliver the chicken soup," Chu Sheng said, glancing at Huo Hou.

"Hey, Sheng-ge, I'm not going to eat with you guys. I'm going to find the brigade leader and bring him some food."

Xiao Douzi didn't want the whole chicken, but only brought Feng Zhenguo two small wings—which was exactly what they had agreed on when they told him to give him one, and to give him more than he had.

Chu Sheng took it upon himself to give him two more chicken drumsticks: "You're still growing, kid, you need to eat some more."

Little Bean blushed and said shyly, "Didn't we already eat?"

"Go ahead!" Chu Sheng patted Xiao Douzi on the shoulder. "I'll call you next time we catch chickens."

"Junior brother, you're really generous," Yu Chuda said with a sour tone.

If he wants to eat chicken, he has to wait at least a month. Sometimes, his master might not even take him to eat chicken once a month.

Chu Sheng generously gave the chicken to Xiao Douzi.

"Senior brother, with Weasel Lord around, are you still worried about not having chicken to eat?" Chu Sheng comforted him, urging him to hurry up and deliver the soup, otherwise he would be scolded by their master again if he was late.

Reminded by Chu Sheng, Yu Chuda quickly found a bucket for carrying water, poured all the chicken soup into it, and carried it to deliver it to the elderly people from house to house.

"No wonder Master is so poor, he doesn't even have a decent Taoist robe."

Chu Sheng shook his head, squatted down by the fire, and poked at the "mud balls" with a twig.

If it were him, he would sell these freshly killed chickens for one silver dollar each.

Meanwhile, he was thinking about the "Multiply Technique"—he had already advanced the tuition for five bullets, so he had to learn it as soon as possible.

A short while later, Yu Chuda returned with a relieved smile on his face, and said happily:

"They sent it all over, and the elderly folks were so happy. Some of them hadn't had chicken soup in years, and they licked the bowls clean."

He huddled closer to the fire, rubbing his hands together, staring longingly at the few lumps of mud:

"Is it cooked yet? I think I heard the sound of the mud cracking."

"What's the rush? The meat will become dry if it's not cooked long enough."

Chu Sheng smiled calmly at Yu Chuda, then changed the subject, getting straight to the point, "Senior brother, now that you've given me the soup, shouldn't you teach me the 'Multiplication Technique'?"

Yu Chuda swallowed hard, looked at the mud ball, then at Chu Sheng: "Junior brother, actually you haven't cultivated any magical power yet, so learning it won't be of any use."

Chu Sheng quickly waved his hand: "Then don't worry about it, just keep your word."

Yu Chuda nodded, then gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! I'll teach you the incantation and the method of circulating qi first."

He lowered his voice, leaned close to Chu Sheng's ear, and muttered something:

"Borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth, size is determined by the mind."

"Qi permeates the entire body, and all things arise from thought."

"Shrinking to the size of a mustard seed to contain the universe, expanding to the size of a mountain to suppress the netherworld."

"A spark of inspiration can illuminate the universe; myriad changes reside within the mind."

"Big, big, big!"

Chu Sheng silently memorized it. Yu Chuda then carefully explained, "Concentrate your mind and focus on the area where you want to grow larger."

"The transfer of mana cannot be interrupted or rushed. It's like blowing up a balloon; take it slowly and stop when you feel you've done enough."

The incantation wasn't complicated. Chu Sheng simulated it in his mind several times and found that his body didn't change much, probably because he didn't have any magical power.

"Got it?" Yu Chuda asked.

"I roughly remember it." Chu Sheng twitched his nose and suddenly laughed, "But now, the time is truly ripe."

He used a twig to pry the hardened clay ball out, let it dry for a while, and then picked up a stone and tapped it gently.

With a soft "crack," the mud shell split open, releasing a rich aroma that blended the scents of meat, char, and a hint of garlic and spiciness.

The smell was several times stronger than before.

Yu Chuda's stomach immediately rumbled loudly.

They didn't dare eat first, but put the chicken on a plate and carried it towards the ancestral hall.

"Not bad, you scoundrel can even cook chicken."

Madana moved closer to the chicken, fanning the aroma toward her nose, and generously praised Chu Sheng.

"Hehe, it's such an honor to be praised by my martial uncle even once," Chu Sheng said, feigning pride.

"Sure!" Madana picked up her chopsticks, but instead of starting, she urged Mao Xiaofang to eat first.

"Why does the Wind-Sniffing Weasel look a little listless?" Mao Xiaofang asked the Wind-Sniffing Weasel after sitting down at the table.

As he spoke, he tore off two chicken drumsticks, putting one into Madana's bowl and giving the other to Chu Sheng.

"Master, you're being unfair."

When Yu Chuda saw that the big chicken leg he had been longing for had been taken away, he felt as aggrieved as a child weighing over 100 pounds.

"Even with food, you still can't shut up." Mao Xiaofang glared at him and stuffed two chicken wings into his bowl.

"Master, we've already eaten." Chu Sheng pushed the chicken leg towards Mao Xiaofang. They had just eaten outside and weren't hungry at all.

"Yes, Master, you eat first." Yu Chuda also picked up the chicken wing and gave it back to Mao Xiaofang.

"At least you two have a conscience."

A smile appeared on Mao Xiaofang's serious face. Without being polite to Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda, he picked up a chicken leg and took a bite.

Then, as if remembering something, he looked at the Wind-Sniffing Weasel.

"Master, Itachi just ate a demon core and came back like this," Yu Chuda said, gnawing on another chicken wing.

Mao Xiaofang replied with "I understand" and then fell silent.

Do not speak while eating or sleeping.

This is also one of the most important rules for his disciples.

It wasn't until after the meal that he spoke again: "It seems the Wind-Sniffing Weasel has received a great fortune and is about to use the Golden Core to form its own."

Madana glanced at the Wind-Sniffing Weasel and said nonchalantly, "Why don't you come with me to capture Jiang Chen? Once we've succeeded, I'll build a temple for it in the Northeast so it can be a deity."

Mao Xiaofang shook his head.

He always felt that the Ma family was too obsessed. Jiang Chen hadn't appeared for hundreds of years, and no one knew where he was sleeping in some sacred mountain.

Instead of wasting time and energy chasing after generals and ministers, it would be better to kill more of the evil and heretical people right in front of us.

"Oh, right..."

Mao Xiaofang took out a "talisman coin" from his pocket and handed it to Chu Sheng:

"This was made by Junior Sister Ma and me during our free time today. It contains the magical power of your Uncle Ma and me, so keep it with you."

"This..." Chu Sheng's mouth stretched from ear to ear.

He had been obsessed with Yu Chuda's "amulet coin" before, but he never expected happiness to come so suddenly.

They gave it to me so readily, and while I was overjoyed, I asked curiously:

"Master, this 'amulet coin' of mine seems different from the one my senior brother has?"

Before Mao Xiaofang could speak, Ma Danna said smugly:

"This one is based on the Divine Dragon Edict of my Ma family, it's much better than his."