"Woo-hum!" The Rainbow Cloud Boat let out a pleasant (?) roar, and a brilliant rainbow flame erupted from its tail as it soared into the air! The bird-repelling sonic speaker at the bow of the boat emitted a low, bird-intimidating "buzzing" sound towards the crowd of onlookers below, scaring a few passing sparrows into fluttering flight.

The cloud boat transformed into a stream of colorful light and sped towards the West Market, carrying out its glorious mission of "anti-fraud inspection"! Along the way, countless people were left with exclamations and... chaos.

Peace returned to the backyard of the general's mansion.

Lingbao woke from her nap, full of energy. A Luo, fearing she'd start chewing on the account books or the sword tassel, laid her on the cushioned carpet, next to a few beautiful, shiny chicken feathers that Jinhua had shed (which A Luo had disinfected).

Lingbao developed a keen interest in the chicken feathers. She picked up a long tail feather and held it up to her eyes, examining it curiously, babbling softly. After a while, she seemed unsatisfied with just looking at it. She reached out and pulled out a small piece of burnt charcoal from Ah Luo's needlework basket nearby (which always magically appeared within her reach).

So, on the soft carpet, Lingbao held the chicken feathers in one hand and the charcoal pencil in the other and began her great artistic creation.

She was drawing with great concentration, her brows slightly furrowed. The charcoal pencil moved across the white cushion, leaving behind crooked but lifelike lines.

She drew a chick. It was simple: a circle for the body, a few small triangles for the wings and tail, and two dots for the eyes. But alongside the outline of the chick, she'd used charcoal to create a dense mass of tiny dots, connecting them to the chick with messy lines. Inside the chick's body, she'd also drawn a distorted, chain-like structure, with a few small loops hanging from it, like... something locked?

This childish graffiti was like thunder in the eyes of Su Li and Xiao Jue!

Those densely packed dots clearly symbolized the countless particles that made up life! That twisted chain resembled an ancient, sealed genetic sequence! Those tiny circles were shackles! The entire painting vividly depicted the ancient, divine bird bloodline genetic chain within an ordinary poultry, deeply imprisoned by time and human domestication, only to be accidentally activated by a very special opportunity (such as Lingbao's chaotic aura)...

There is no colorful glow, no divine flame, only the most original life code bound by chains.

After Lingbao finished the painting, he seemed very satisfied. He threw away the charcoal, grabbed the chicken feather, waved it happily, and laughed.

Xiao Jue squatted down and gently covered his daughter's childish graffiti with his broad palm, also covering the chick bound by genetic chains.

He looked up and out the window. In the backyard chicken coop, the old hen, Jinhua, was leisurely foraging in the sand with a few chicks that truly belonged to her (recently hatched, ordinary eggs). The golden glow of the setting sun cast a warm and peaceful light on them.

Then I think of all those poultry out there that are tortured to death by elixirs, dyed to all sorts of colors, hyped up to inflated prices, but ultimately cannot escape the fate of being recycled or sold at a low price...

Xiao Jue's profound