Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

in the courtyard

Ye Chaosheng didn't dare to stop him. At the same time, he became increasingly anxious. His appetite was growing bigger and bigger, and this couldn't go on.

As for exposing himself, he felt it was too early. When the second young master returned that day, he secretly went to see him. The cultivator who came down from the flying ship with the second young master could actually walk in the air.

He wasn't sure if the later stages of the scriptures would allow him to fly, but at least for now, cultivating only the Chengming Wheel wasn't enough. So he probably couldn't defeat the cultivator who could fly, and his scriptures were still at risk of being stolen.

He was freed from slavery and was to marry Ershan. A life of luxury seemed within reach, all he had to do was flick his fingers and cast a spell. But the risks involved were so great that he could hardly breathe.

That night, he tossed and turned on the haystack, unable to sleep. His hunger grew stronger and stronger until he could hardly sleep. Finally, he could no longer bear it, got up, and covered his face with a rag.

He walked into the courtyard, cast a breath-concealing spell on himself, and added a lightness spell. Feeling the lightness of his body, he took a few steps and suddenly leaped over the yard where the livestock were kept.

He decided to steal something to eat from the village.

Tonight, the moon is obscured by clouds and mist, making it difficult for mortals to see clearly. However, he has already cultivated his embryonic breathing to the second stage, and he can see clearly even in the darkness.

The Sun family mansion stands on a mountain, and the rather rugged mountain path is not easy to walk on normally. However, now that he has cultivated his skills, he walks on it as if it were flat ground.

Before long, he arrived at the edge of the village. He hadn't been down the mountain for many years, so he carefully discerned the path. He tried to stay away from the eaves of houses, and with a swift pace, he soon found a house.

"Ye Xingzhou, today I'll just take two of your chickens for a treat and collect some interest." Ye Chaosheng hid in the woods, licking his lips.

Ye Xingzhou was his third uncle, and also one of the relatives who sold him back then. He had actually endured it for some time, but he always felt that his cultivation had just begun and dared not act recklessly.

He was so hungry that he couldn't stand it anymore. After walking around the village for a while, he remembered this incident and stole Ye Xingzhou's chickens. He felt very guilty about it.

It's not easy for ordinary families to raise a few chickens. They keep them to lay eggs to nourish their children. But the family steals them to eat just for their own enjoyment, and then the other family feels sorry for them for ten or fifteen days for no reason.

He observed for a while and, seeing that no one was around, he activated his magic power and jumped into his third uncle's courtyard in a few steps, leaving only a slight whistling sound in the air.

As they got closer, they saw several hens huddled in a cage. Chickens are blind at night, and Ye Chaosheng, having fed animals for so many years, naturally knew this perfectly well.

Furthermore, he possessed a concealment technique, so the chickens even rested with their eyes closed, completely unaware of his approach.

Ye Chaosheng didn't get too close. He casually pulled out a few pebbles he had picked up on the road from his pocket, aimed at the head of a hen, and swiftly struck.

The pebble made a slight sound as it glided through the air, then "smack!" it struck the hen on the head. The poor hen was resting with her eyes closed in the dark when her head was smashed into pieces.

Before the other hens could react, he threw another pebble, smashing yet another hen's head.

With lightning speed, his two iron hands shot out, tearing open the cage and snatching out two chicken carcasses before striding away.

Only then did the other hens in the coop wake up and flap their wings. The commotion attracted the attention of a black dog in the shed in the yard, and the animal suddenly darted out, about to bark.

Ye Chaosheng glared fiercely, and with the help of his magic, he made the black dog stand still, its tail between its legs, and it scurried back to its shed, leaving a wet trail.

In the darkness, the hen couldn't see her surroundings. She flapped her wings a few times and then fell silent. Ye Chaosheng chuckled and carried the two chickens away.

Watching Ye Chaosheng walk away, Jiang Shi, who was sleeping soundly at the Sun family's house, was taken aback when he sensed the commotion and followed. A dignified Nascent Soul cultivator would go to such lengths to come to the village in the middle of the night just to steal two chickens.

"What a fucking pain." Jiang Shi cursed under his breath, looking helpless. His dragon vein didn't have a monitoring function, and he only had this one offspring, so naturally he had to keep an eye on him all the time.

The next morning, Ye Xingzhou, who was getting up and preparing to get out of bed, suddenly noticed two drops of blood in the yard out of the corner of his eye and immediately became alert.

He immediately looked around the yard and found no snake or rat carcasses. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he noticed that his chicken coop had been torn open and there were bits of meat scattered around it.

He walked over quickly and counted them carefully.

"Where's my chicken? Hey? Who stole my chicken?"

Ye Xingzhou looked on in disbelief; his own black dog was wagging its tail at him.

He counted two more rounds, and his old face immediately turned mournful.

"Damn it, who stole my two chickens, huh?"

He collapsed to the ground, the hoe in his hand crashing to the floor.

"You damn beast, you beast!"

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In the eleventh month, heavy snow fell.

Ye Chaosheng successfully broke through Chengming and condensed the third round, Zhouxing Round. With the condensation of this round, his physical strength reached a new level.

In his spare time, he mustered up his courage and tried it with a guillotine. When he gripped the blade with his palm and slashed it, it wouldn't leave a single mark. Only when he applied some force would it leave a faint white mark, which would then disappear in an instant.

As for strength, he could easily move a rock half a person's height in the mountains using only his physical strength.

In high spirits, he quickly ran down the mountain and, taking advantage of the wind and snow, took the last chicken from Ye Xingzhou's house, along with the black dog, which was now roasting over the fire.

Wang Ershan sneaked over again and was now squatting by the fire, staring blankly at his face.

Ye Chaosheng noticed her gaze and touched his face: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Wang Ershan shook her head, her face slightly flushed: "No, Brother Chaosheng, you've become...more handsome."

Ye Chaosheng said proudly, "That's right. Before, we only ate cornbread. Now that we've had meat for a few meals, it's no wonder we're all shiny and healthy. Girl, you've also become much more rosy-cheeked."

Wang Ershan licked her lips, moved closer to Ye Chaosheng, and whispered, "It's not that the food is good, it's just... she looks even better than before. And what if your third uncle finds out?"

"He couldn't find me. I went there quietly in the dark, used rat poison to poison the dog, and dragged it away. There wasn't a sound." Ye Chaosheng's tone was calm, with a hint of pride, as if it were indeed true.

"Huh? Can we still eat this meat?" Wang Ershan also thought it was impossible that Ye Chaosheng was beaten to death by the dog, but she was a little surprised.

"Don't worry, I dragged it to the riverbank and gutted it completely. I didn't use much poison, and it didn't kill the black dog. We'll be fine eating it."

"Brother Chaosheng is really amazing. Who told that guy to sell it to you?" Wang Ershan stared intently at the roasted meat, drooling.

"That's right, don't you even know whose man he is?"

"You're such a chatterbox. You don't even dare to speak to my dad. Brother Chaosheng, my dad doesn't really care that I snuck away here anymore, hehe."

"Really?" Ye Chaosheng exclaimed in surprise.

"Um, Brother Chaosheng, when will this meat be cooked?"

"Grill it a little longer, so you don't get sick from eating it."

The two of them were each gnawing on a dog leg, their mouths greasy. Suddenly, Wang Ershan remembered something and, with her mouth full of meat, mumbled, "By the way, Brother Chaosheng, I can't come over recently. The Second Young Master is really coming back this time. It seems he has been in the Immortal Sect for a long time, and the Master's health is not good. He can come back to visit his family."

Ye Chaosheng didn't think much of it, only reminding him, "Okay, then be careful, don't be clumsy."

"Tch, how could I be clumsy? It's Brother Chao Sheng who's clumsy."

"You little rascal."