Xihe scratched the back of her head. "It must be because I was injured or stimulated by something that I turned out like this."
"But its appearance, the amount of tail feathers, and the color of its feet are all characteristics of the Black Bird."
The distance was too great for Ji Mofan to count all the feathers hidden by the thatch, but he could see a bit of the hen's feet sticking out.
It is indeed quite different from ordinary chickens, with a color that is black with a hint of red, like agate.
"Then may I ask the learned and knowledgeable Mr. Xihe, how can this ancient beast be restored to its original appearance?" Ji Mofan turned his head and asked directly.
His tone was actually quite calm, but to Xihe it sounded sarcastic, and his eyes widened immediately. "You think I can't do it?"
Ji Mo Fan Ting shook his head innocently.
He didn't say anything, so don't make false accusations.
“The Black Bird is drawn to spiritual energy. As long as you continue to feed it things rich in spiritual energy, it can slowly recover to its original state.” Xihe seemed completely unaffected by Ji Mofan’s provocation, as he spilled his beans as soon as he retorted.
"Where in the Demon Realm can you find something rich in spiritual energy?" Ji Mofan raised his hand and fanned himself in front of him.
The scent of demonic beasts and demonic energy swirled around his nose, and he felt like he was about to sneeze.
“Aren’t you just full of spiritual energy?” Xihe looked at him and suddenly revealed a sinister smile.
Ji Mo Fan didn't react at all to his threats.
“I can take him directly to the cultivation world,” he said. “Just open this chicken’s mouth and drink the wind, and it will be filled with spiritual energy.”
In the demon realm where spiritual energy is depleted, would he waste himself feeding a demon beast? How could that be possible?
“You can’t easily go back to the cultivation world now.” Xihe shook her head.
“You might be right…” Ji Mofan subtly drew out the last syllable, as if sighing unintentionally, “But what if other people come looking for us?”
Xihe laughed twice, "Then let's go. My Demon Realm is not afraid of a few righteous cultivators. If one comes, I will kill one; if two come, I will cut them both down."
Although he was just casually saying a few harsh words, and his tone was very flippant, Ji Mofan felt that he wasn't just joking.
Was it just his imagination? He felt that this person didn't seem to care much about righteous cultivators other than himself.
"Even in a war between two armies, one shouldn't kill the messenger." He lowered his head and shook it. "Unless you really want to start a war with the cultivation world."
"Let's fight then..." Xihe's momentum clearly waned at this point; she was merely stubbornly holding on.
Ji Mofan had no interest in teasing him into breaking down, so he simply reached out and opened the cage door of the chicken coop in front of him.
The small wooden door creaked as if it had been neglected for years, and it was so stiff that it seemed impossible to push it open. One might wonder if such a poorly made door was really located inside a magnificent, golden palace.
That hen... or rather, the young black bird, which had been sleeping soundly no matter how noisy the outside world was, suddenly raised its head sharply when Ji Mofan approached, its dark eyes staring at the human in front of it.
Then it made two cooing sounds.
“Listen, that’s the cry of the Black Bird. A hen never crows like that!” Xihe seemed quite excited, trying to prove that what she said was true.
Jimo Fan can only be heard and then left in one ear and out the other.
Everyone has their own area of expertise. Give him a few complex formations and he might be able to explain some of them, but if you ask him to look at small animals, he'll be completely clueless.
It's good enough that he can tell whether the bird in front of him is male or female.
As for the clucking, it was just a sound to his ears; even if he could distinguish it from a chicken, that was all.
Looking at the demon beast in front of him that looked like an adult hen but was actually a fledgling Xuan Bird, Ji Mo Fan pondered for a while and then took out a small piece of spirit stone from his Qiankun bag and threw it in front of it.
The little black bird seemed really hungry; as soon as it saw the spirit stone, it lowered its head and began pecking at it frantically.
The spirit stone shattered into small pieces under its hard beak's repeated attacks, and was then swallowed whole.
Ji Mo Fan's eyebrows twitched.
Well, only now did he truly believe that this monster was not an ordinary hen.
How can an ordinary hen eat stones?
"Why did the demonic cultivator who sent him to the Demon Palace say it would lay golden eggs?" he asked Xihe behind him.
“This…” Xihe looked a little hesitant.
"I guess it's because the way black birds excrete waste is different from that of ordinary chickens. They don't have a straight intestine; instead, they separate dry and wet waste."
Even Ji Mofan's eyes glazed over for a moment upon hearing this.
"The so-called golden egg may just be the excrement of the black bird. It has a metallic luster because it swallowed something containing spiritual energy."
Jimo Fan: ......
Ji Mo Fan sighed.
Hopefully, that chicken will never know what kind of creature he's raising.
Something suddenly touched the hem of her clothes.
Ji Mofan turned his head and glanced at the little black bird on the ground. He saw that it had already gnawed the spirit stone clean at some point. Now, it was flapping its short wings and staggering over, its shiny black eyes staring at Ji Mofan.
The main focus was on the Qiankun bag in his hand.
“The child is hungry, let him eat something,” Xihe advised him.
"Are you going to pay for its food?" Ji Mofan glanced at him indifferently, lifting his eyelids slightly.
That spirit stone may not look big, but it's quite valuable. If you were to exchange it for black iron, it would be enough to forge an entire iron sword.
"I'll pay, I'll pay." Xihe seemed to genuinely love all sorts of small animals, and she said this without the slightest hesitation. "How much silver do you want?"
Unlike the cultivation world, the demon realm does not have a special currency like spirit stones. They use currencies made of precious metals such as gold and silver, just like mortals.
The difference is that they don't accept banknotes here, only gold and silver.
But this held no appeal for Jimo Fan.
He doesn't lack these mundane things, though.
Moreover, he wouldn't have any use for it after returning to the cultivation world.
“I don’t want gold or silver,” he said. “Bring something more practical in return.”
Xihe's eyes glazed over for a moment. "What do you want?"
Ji Mofan narrowed his eyes, his eyebrows curving slightly.
*
Just as Ji Mofan had guessed, the cultivation world had been in chaos for a long time because of his sudden disappearance.
Demonic cultivators haven't caused trouble in the cultivation world for a long time. Even if one or two cultivators accidentally fall into demonic ways, they are dealt with quietly or hide in the demon realm under assumed names. In short, they haven't caused any major disturbances.
No one would have imagined that such a blatantly unorthodox demonic cultivator could emerge from the Yuncang Sword Sect, one of the five major sects.
It could be said that he caused a huge disturbance in front of all the major sects of the immortal cultivation world, and even took away a young cultivator who was now considered an exceptionally talented individual in the cultivation world.
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