Chapter 6 A Murder Case Caused by Two Chickens

Nanwang's look of doubt about life caused others to misunderstand him.

Looking at Nan Wang's empty eyes that were "completely devoid of fighting spirit" and "disoriented", Zhu Wolong thought that the humiliation he had inflicted on Nan Wang was enough, so he did not continue to pester him and left with laughter surrounded by a group of lackeys.

Only after the group of people had completely disappeared did Nan Wang pick up the hen's body with mixed feelings and stagger out of the wasteland.

He carried the bleeding corpse of the "spiritual beast" into the big shop where the menial disciples lived. Amid the other disciples' disgusted, sympathetic and pitiful gazes, he took his bag and turned around and walked back into the wasteland.

News from the Mentoring Office always spreads quickly. At this moment, I'm afraid everyone has already known about Zhu Wolong's feat of "killing two chickens with one sword".

To be precise, it should be a feat of "killing two spirit beasts with one sword".

Therefore, Nanwang cannot start the fight here.

Nan Wang was afraid that his ignorant disciples would not be able to handle stewing the "spiritual beast he had nurtured for many years" in front of so many of them.

After crossing the wasteland and walking for a while, Nanwang arrived at an uninhabited hilltop.

He took out a large pot from his bag, filled it with water from the river, lit a fire, set the pot on the stove with skillful movements, and began to cook.

Roasting a chicken is easy to make. Just split the chicken, score it, sprinkle it with seasonings, and then roast one side until it's cooked through, then turn it over and continue roasting the other side.

Chicken soup is a bit more elaborate. Add rice wine and ginger to cold water, then put the whole chicken in to cook. When the water boils, foam will gradually appear in the pot, and you need to patiently remove the foam.

Nan Wang was lowering his head and carefully skimming off the foam with a spoon when he suddenly heard an unexpected sound from behind him.

"Brother Nanwang! Lingzhi is here to play with you!"

Nan Wang turned around and almost popped his eyes out:

"Fifth, Fifth Master...Fifth Junior Sister!? Why are you here?"

The mini version of the girl in white clothes and purple collar, whose height was just above Nanwang's calf, was none other than the fifth junior sister Lingzhi Wuyi.

"Hey, here I come. Even if my senior brother gave my bird away, I can still find him!"

Lingzhi puffed out his chest and raised his head, speaking proudly.

The next second, her eyes were attracted by the rabbit on Nan Wang's shoulder: "Ah! This is... the immortal beasts in the sect are not friendly. Brother, you are really amazing. You can even get along well with the immortal beasts..."

Tutu turned his head and glanced at her lightly.

Lingzhi and Tutu looked at each other for a moment, and then both of them looked away at the same time in tacit understanding.

Nan Wang didn't know what to say and could only hum vaguely twice.

Soon, Lingzhi was attracted by the aroma of the food: "What is this? Why does it smell so good?"

"This is what I bought from the mortal world. I cooked it right away. If you don't mind... you can have a bowl to try."

Nanwang invited slightly shyly.

Tutu was unhappy that her bowl of chicken soup was about to be given away, so she raised her leg and kicked Nanwang on the cheek.

"Don't make a fuss. This is not a big deal." Nan Wang grabbed Tutu's leg and promised in a low voice: "When we get to the mortal world, I will make chicken soup for you every day."

Tutu snorted and reluctantly agreed to Nanwang's exchange terms.

"Ah, is it a spirit beast bought from the mortal world?"

Lingzhi blinked his big round eyes, and what had just happened flashed through his mind -

A group of menial disciples walked past her in a swaggering manner, calling each other brothers, and kept muttering obscene and ugly words.

"This Nanwang is really useless. He has practiced for many years, but he can't even protect two spirit beasts."

"I have been cultivating immortals for ten years and have achieved nothing. How can I compare with you, Senior Brother Zhu?"

"You don't have any courage at all. You are not worthy of being my Qingyun disciple!"

"Sanhu, I'm not saying anything to you, but you should have less contact with people like this in the future, okay?"

"Not only is Nanwang a waste, his spirit beast is also a waste. He couldn't even block a sword from Senior Brother Zhu. Hahahaha!"

"Brother Zhu is a man of high attainments, his sword strikes with unrivalled power, and he is unrivalled in everything he does!"

——"What spirit beast?"

Lingzhi retracted his sword technique, dropped from mid-air, and appeared in front of everyone: "What are you talking about?"

"Oh my god, Fifth Junior Sister!?"

"Fifth Junior Sister? Fifth Junior Sister!"

The menial disciples were terrified; they never expected to see a true disciple here.

Even though she was just the fifth junior sister...it was enough to scare them.

As the leader, Zhu Wolong didn't want to lose his composure, so he tried to calm down and said with a smile, "Nothing, we didn't say anything. Fifth Junior Sister, what do you want us to do? Do you want me to take you around?"

While making polite remarks, he greedily scanned Lingzhi's body, from the purple-collared and white-robed true disciple's precious robe, to the longevity lock hanging on Lingzhi's chest, to the small silver bell hanging behind Lingzhi's bun.

A true disciple is worthy of being a true disciple. Even if he is the last-ranked and least favored spiritual branch, all the treasures hanging on his body are unattainable for these menial disciples.

There are so many treasures, if I could give him one or two... I'm sure he would be able to break through to the fifth level of body refining!

Lingzhi did not reply, but just tilted his head and made a thoughtful gesture.

"Where do you want to go, Fifth Junior Sister? I'll take you there."

Zhu Wolong bravely shook Lingzhi's hand.

The next second, his head came into close contact with the muddy ground.

"How strange! Who agreed to let you call me Fifth Senior Sister? Qingyun Sect distinguishes the elders and the younger ones by their strength. With your level of cultivation, you should call me Fifth Senior Sister!"

It was still the same lovely and lively voice, but what came out was something no one expected.

Lingzhi's tiny feet stepped on Zhu Wolong's head. It seemed that he didn't use any strength at all, but it made Zhu Wolong unable to lift his head. He could only rub his head against the ground continuously, like a pig rolling in the mud.

"Fifth Senior Sister, I was wrong! Fifth Senior Sister, please spare my life!!"

Following Zhu Wolong's lackeys, the disciples knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, tears streaming down their cheeks.

…

Lingzhi thought about it and decided not to tell his senior brother about these bad things, so as not to affect his mood of stewing the spirit beast.

Although she is young and has little experience, she has a very sensitive mind and is extremely sensitive to the good and evil in the world. Whether it is good or bad, nothing can be hidden from her.

For example, those menial disciples just now were so "bad" that they made her sick.

And the Senior Brother Nanwang in front of him——

Although he was doing something that was shocking in the entire world of immortal cultivation: "stewing the spirit beast that he had raised for many years and was a deadly enemy", but...

But she still felt that Brother Nanwang was a good person.

Should we believe in secular rules or in the Seven Mysterious Minds?

Lingzhi found a clean stone to sit on, puffed up her cheeks, and pondered over a profound problem that was too difficult for her to figure out at her age.

Before long, the chicken soup was ready.

Nanwang scooped two bowls from the pot, gave one to Tutu who had been eyeing the food with eager eyes, and gave the other to Lingzhi who was staring at the air in a daze.

"Junior sister, would you like a bowl?"

"Lingzhi, I won't drink it. Just watch Brother drink it!"

Lingzhi swallowed and replied.

Eating spirit beasts and the like... A righteous monk would not do such a thing. Perhaps only a monk from the evil sect could do such a thing.

It would have to be a particularly brutal demon cult monk.

"Okay, Junior Sister, I'll drink it myself then."

Nan Wang was not surprised by the Fifth Junior Sister’s refusal. After all, the Fifth Junior Sister was a true disciple and possessed countless secret treasures. It was normal for her to look down on his chicken stew from the mortal world.

Nan Wang blew on the boiling chicken soup and took a small sip carefully.

The delicious chicken soup with the aroma of fat swept in, filling the mouth and nose in an instant, making people's appetites whetted and they couldn't stop eating.

At this time, the benefits of cultivating immortals were reflected. Nanwang, who had reached the third level of body refining, was not afraid of being scalded and drank the chicken soup without stopping.

Nanwang let out a sigh of satisfaction and began to drink in big gulps.

Tutu drank soup much faster than Nanwang. In the blink of an eye, he finished three bowls of chicken soup and was ready to scoop the fourth bowl.

Nanwang rubbed the rabbit's not-at-all-protruding belly and snatched away its soup bowl.

I don't know how such a small rabbit can drink so much soup.

"Ji!" Rabbit cried out in dissatisfaction.

"Leave some room for yourself. The roast chicken will be ready soon. I'll add some radishes to the soup and you can eat it with the roast chicken later." Nanwang said.

"grumble."

That's more like it.

Bunny agreed.

Just as Nan Wang was about to deal with the roast chicken, he felt a slight pulling force at the corner of his clothes.

Lingzhi looked eagerly at the increasingly empty soup pot and whispered, "Brother, your spirit beast smells so good. Lingzhi wants to have a sip, too. Just, just a small sip."

Nanwang: “…”

After a while, Lingzhi picked up the "Spirit Beast Soup" that continued to emit fragrance and took a small sip.

The next second, she widened her eyes in surprise and exclaimed "Wow".

What, what is this smell!

It was so delicious that it made her dizzy!

She had never eaten anything so delicious before. Even the top-grade elixir refined by her second senior brother wasn't as delicious as this!

Such a delicious spiritual beast must be very, very precious!

It’s all those bad guys’ fault for killing my brother’s spirit beast!

Lingzhi drank chicken soup while gulping, "Wuwu, Senior Brother, your spirit beast died tragically, but it's really delicious!!"

Nanwang: “…”

Okay, it’s a spirit beast, as long as it tastes good.

Several hungry mouths opened and closed, and the pot of soup was quickly drunk up, but the chicken in the pot was completely untouched. So Nanwang tore up the overcooked chicken, scooped some water from the river, and added radish pieces to cook a second pot.

The second pot of soup was not as flavorful as the first, so Nanwang added some salt and pepper to the pot to enhance the flavor.

Soon, the roast chicken was cooked. Nan Wang broke off a pair of chicken wings and gave them to Tutu and Lingzhi, one each.

Lingzhi was eating the chicken wings with her mouth full of oil, her eyes fixed on the radishes boiling in the pot.

Senior brother is really cruel, but his spirit beast is really delicious.

Spirit beast, spirit beast, rest in peace!

No matter how wrong it is, it's all Zhu Wolong's fault and has nothing to do with me!

Nanwang saw that both the man and the rabbit were eating with great satisfaction on their faces, and he felt extremely content.

This is the first time in all these years that someone other than Bunny is willing to eat something he cooks.

The menial disciples never touched the food he prepared, because they felt that it would ruin their cultivation.

There would not be anything wrong if they simply did not eat the food Nanwang made. However, these menial colleagues who were unable to improve their cultivation believed that what Nanwang did would indirectly affect their own cultivation. So when Nanwang was out cleaning the Dragon Stairs, they would throw away the seasonings and cooking tools that Nanwang had bought from the mortal world with great difficulty.

So many times that Nanwang could hardly remember them all.

Seeing Lingzhi feasting, Nanwang couldn't help but ask, "Junior sister, I have something to ask you. It is said that immortal cultivators don't eat grains. If they eat grains, will it really affect their cultivation?"

"Affect your cultivation? How could that be?" Lingzhi answered Nanwang's question magnanimously: "Those who cultivate immortality do not eat grains in order to cut off the mundane world. Only when they are burdened by the mundane world will their cultivation stagnate. As the Buddhists say, wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart. If one can really reach this state, even if one does not cut off the mundane world, one can still seek the great way."

"Besides, even if it affects my cultivation, it's nothing." Lingzhi licked his lips and said sincerely: "If I can eat such delicious food every day, Lingzhi is willing to delay the formation of Dan two years!"

"so it is……"

It's sad and lamentable that a young child like Fifth Junior Sister is so open-minded, but these useless people who can't make any progress in their cultivation no matter how hard they try, are worried and afraid of everything.

As if realizing something, Nan Wang actually felt that the bottleneck that had been restraining his three conjoined bodies had loosened a little.

Nan Wang sighed helplessly.

It's too late to loosen up now.

In any case, by tomorrow he would be driven down the mountain.

From then on, the path to becoming an immortal no longer had anything to do with him.

…

“Ouch, ouch…”

Zhu Wolong and his companions lay on the ground wailing for a long time before they mustered the strength to stand up.

The lackeys helped each other to stand up, and then hurried to dig out Zhu Wolong who was almost embedded in the mud.

Zhu Wolong slapped the dog-legged man in the face with a slap, and angrily shouted, "What's going on! What's going on! Fifth Master... Why would Fifth Senior Sister stand up for that bastard? What happened?"

The lackey who was slapped for no reason said innocently: "I don't know about this either. I wasn't there that day..."

Zhu Wolong's eyes turned and his gaze fell on the disciple huddled in the corner: "Sanhu! Aren't you in the same class with Nanwang? Tell me, what happened that day!"

The person who was named said hesitantly: "Brother, that day, I saw it with my own eyes. Nanwang had indeed offended the eldest brother. But, but this fifth sister suddenly showed goodwill to Nanwang. I don't know why, but I don't understand the reason!"

Zhu Wolong thought for a moment and said, "It is impossible for Nanwang, this rubbish, to have the chance to get to know Fifth Senior Sister. Could it be... Could it be that Fifth Senior Sister and First Senior Brother have a conflict, and Fifth Senior Sister is using Nanwang to protest to First Senior Brother?"

A clever lackey quickly said, "Hey, Senior Brother, if that's the case, then Senior Brother, if you kill Nanwang's spirit beast, won't you be able to curry favor with Senior Brother?"

Before Zhu Wolong could reply, a strange voice suddenly came from behind him.

"What are you talking about, who killed the spirit beast?"

The man who came had a purple collar and white clothes, black hair and a jade crown, and was surrounded by Buddha's light, shining brightly.