Chapter 27: A Textbook-Level Transmigrator

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
Clearly, the intention was to drag Xiao Yang out.
She regretted bringing back this hungry wolf, Xiao Yang.
"What are you doing?"
Seeing Chicken Overlord so anxious, Xiao Yang was equally flustered.
With so much premium value in front of him, unable to touch it, his heart itched unbearably!
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
Suddenly, Chicken Overlord darted into a hole the size of a basketball.
Moments later, a pure white chicken was chased out.
The instant it saw Xiao Yang, it instinctively hid behind Chicken Overlord.
What...
Xiao Yang was utterly baffled.
He desperately wanted to ask Chicken Overlord what on earth it was up to.
In just a week, not only had Chicken Overlord become king of the mountain, but he'd even found the mother of his offspring.
Was he messing with him?
"Is this a White Phoenix Feather Chicken?"
Zhou Yan said with some surprise.
She had never heard of such a name before and looked questioningly at her junior sister.
"Junior sister, what is this?"
Zhou Yan gave Xiao Yang a scornful glance.
Her senior brother was a complete ignoramus, not even knowing this legendary species.
"This is called a White Phoenix Feather Chicken, said to be a descendant of the White Phoenix."
A descendant of the White Phoenix?
Xiao Yang examined the little white chicken in astonishment.
No matter how he looked, it was simply a beautiful chicken, with nothing remotely phoenix-like about it.
Seeing her senior brother's expression, Zhou Yan sighed helplessly.
"Senior brother, it is indeed just a chicken now, but as its cultivation rises, it will eventually transform into a White Phoenix."
The White Phoenix Feather Chicken was a peculiar kind of demon beast.
When its cultivation is low, it appears as a chicken, but as its power grows and its bloodline is awakened,
its ultimate form is the White Phoenix.
Xiao Yang nodded.
"Ahem! So... it's a white beauty with wealth."
A strange look appeared in his eyes.
This was truly extraordinary.
He couldn't help but admire Chicken Overlord.
A scruffy nobody had managed to win the affections of a rich and beautiful mate.
This chicken was practically a textbook transmigrator.
In just a week, not only did he become king, but he successfully married a wealthy beauty.
Xiao Yang felt a pang of jealousy.
He finally understood why Chicken Overlord guarded the century-old ginseng so fiercely.
It must have been the dowry his wife brought—if he ate it, his wife would be gone.
"You're amazing!"
Zhou Yan said with a smile.
But Chicken Overlord showed no appreciation,
clearly still holding a grudge against Zhou Yan for chasing him with a hatchet.
"Forget it, I don't want it anymore."
Xiao Yang had to give up.
No matter how shameless he might be, he couldn't bring himself to steal someone else's wife's dowry.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
Seeing that Xiao Yang had lost interest in the century-old ginseng,
Chicken Overlord became lively again.
"All right, pack up. Let's leave this place."
He wanted Chicken Overlord to settle his wife and bring her along.
The whole reason for coming to the mountain was for him.
He wouldn't return empty-handed.

Upon hearing Xiao Yang's words, Chicken Overlord's eyes took on a hint of sorrow.
He nuzzled the White Phoenix Feather Chicken's side,
then left reluctantly.
As Chicken Overlord was about to depart,
the White Phoenix Feather Chicken let out a mournful cry,
so heartbreaking that Zhou Yan felt her heart shatter.
"Senior brother..."
Xiao Yang shook his head helplessly.
"Junior sister, this can't be forced. We need the little white chicken's consent before taking her with us."
"You go ask her if she's willing to come with me."
He turned to Chicken Overlord.
But unexpectedly,
Chicken Overlord shook his head, determined not to take the White Phoenix Feather Chicken away.
"If she's not willing, so be it."
Seeing Chicken Overlord's refusal, he spoke directly.
The two left.
Inside the cave, the White Phoenix Feather Chicken cautiously returned to her nest.
There lay a crystal-clear egg.
If Xiao Yang had seen this, he would have burst out in colorful curses.
Not only had he married a wealthy beauty, but he already had a child.
Impressive!

The group returned to the place they'd first encountered.
The flock of speckled chickens had not departed.
They were guarding the two bandits.
Seeing their king return, they couldn't help but crow loudly.
"Help us, they're going to eat us!"
The two bandits cried out in terror,
clearly terrified.
Xiao Yang rolled his eyes.
Such cowards—
scared witless by a flock of chickens.
"Chicken Overlord, have your minions disperse. If you keep this up, you'll attract powerful cultivators from the Giant Spirit Sect."
Hearing this, Chicken Overlord tilted his head in thought.
In the end, he sent his subordinates away.
He himself followed Xiao Yang as they left.

Xuanjin Peak!

"Father!"
Meng Changsheng called out nervously.
Before a wooden stake stood a middle-aged man,
muscles bulging across his body like taut dragons.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of blows
made Meng Changsheng anxious, and he hurried into his room.
At that moment, the man stopped,
grabbed a towel, and wiped his sweat.
"Changsheng, come out and train. Staying indoors won't make you stronger."
He called out.
Inside, Meng Changsheng shivered,
glancing fearfully at the door.
He wanted to reply, but dreaded his father's questioning.
But not answering might raise suspicion.
As Meng Changsheng hesitated,
a knock sounded at the door.
That familiar voice came,
"Changsheng, what are you up to? Hurry out and train."
Finally, Meng Changsheng summoned his courage and replied,
"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Hearing this, Meng Haotian nodded.
"Get a move on. Today you must swing your sword ten thousand times. Fail, and you don't eat."
At these words,
Meng Changsheng shuddered.
He dared not linger in his room, quickly rising and heading outside.
Seeing the burly man still striking the stake, he said nothing,
drew his Ice Soul Sword, and began his drills.
But today, the Ice Soul Sword felt especially heavy.
After only a few dozen swings, Meng Changsheng was drenched in sweat.
Each swing made the sword feel heavier.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound.
The Ice Soul Sword slipped from his grasp,
falling to the ground.
This caught Meng Haotian's attention.
"Changsheng, what's going on with you?"
He asked, perplexed,
noticing his son's odd behavior today.
"Nothing, I'm just a little tired."
Meng Changsheng answered nervously, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
"Feeling unwell?"
Meng Haotian was startled, hurrying over.
He reached out to check his son's pulse.
His brows furrowed immediately.
"You're perfectly healthy, no illness at all."
Meng Haotian said, puzzled.
"Oh, really?"
Meng Changsheng replied absentmindedly,
intending to return to his room,
but Meng Haotian stopped him.
After raising his son for thirteen years, he could see something was wrong.
"You're hiding something from me."
At this, Meng Changsheng shivered,
panic flickering in his eyes,
his hands twisting nervously.
"Hmph! Out with it."
Meng Haotian barked angrily,
now ninety percent sure his son was keeping something from him.
With that, Meng Changsheng dropped to his knees,
crying bitterly.
"Father, I was wrong. I've shamed you."
Meng Haotian's eyes narrowed,
the aura of a Martial Marquis bursting forth.
In an instant, Meng Changsheng felt as if a hand were choking his throat,
making it hard to breathe.
A voice full of resentment sounded,
"How many times have I told you? Talent won't feed you. You ignore my words, so you deserve to be beaten."
"How did I end up with such a worthless son? Sometimes I wish I could strangle you."
The words came like cannon fire.
Terrified, Meng Changsheng cowered,
not daring to utter a sound.