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He ran along the mountain path at an incredible speed, occasionally encountering other Outer Sect Disciples. To them, it felt like the wind was breezing past their bodies, as they stared in shock at Yan Xiaobao running off into the distance.
He ca down the mountain and entered the servant area, heading straight for the Roasting Oven. He didn't want to waste ti opening the door, so he flew over the gate.
The staff at the Roasting Oven were cooking. Now that Big Fatty Zhang and Third Fatty Hei had left, Second Fatty Huang had beco the leader. He was scooping so rice porridge into a bowl when suddenly a gust of wind blew across his face, the bowl had already vanished, replaced by the wide-open mouth of Yan Xiaobao.
"Huh?" Second Fatty Huang was startled, standing there with his mouth agape for a mont. Before anyone could say anything, Yan Xiaobao grabbed a nearby wok, and then began to howl. Obviously, that wasn't enough because he simply dunked his head into the pot, chugging down the porridge...
One wok, two woks, three woks... Yan Xiaobao quickly gulped down a hundred bowls of thin porridge. He seed like a bottomless pit, still not feeling full.
"Still hungry! This isn't right! I'm so hungry... I need at!" He frantically looked around and soon caught sight of his elder brother's mountain of at.
The fat people at the oven stared at Yan Xiaobao in shock. They'd seen hungry people before, but never anyone so ravenous it was like a ghost dying of starvation.
Then they realized he was staring at them, drooling. Second Fatty Huang quickly backed up, shouting, "Ninth fatty, quick, there's so spiritual food we prepared for Elder Zhou in the kitchen!"
Yan Xiaobao's eyes sparkled, and he imdiately rushed to the kitchen.
Outside, Second Fatty Huang and the others exchanged frustrated glances.
"Did you see that? That's the fate of soone who becos an Outer Sect Disciple. Look how hungry little brother is..."
"You'd have to kill before I'll agree to beco an Outer Sect Disciple!" The others were absolutely determined to stick to their decision, even though they felt bad for Yan Xiaobao.
At this mont, Yan Xiaobao was doing his best to control himself and abide by the six truths of the oven. He would only nibble on the edges rather than devour entire items. After all, if he broke the rules, it could affect his elder brother, which is sothing he would never do.
After drinking the thin porridge and nibbling on the edges of the spiritual food, Yan Xiaobao's hunger lessened slightly. He could handle it now, so he left the kitchen feeling like crying but unable to shed tears. This Immortal Eternal Life Skill was too terrifying. While he no longer had to endure any pain, the hunger was enough to drive soone insane.
"Second brother..." he said, nervously looking at Second Fatty Huang.
Seeing that Yan Xiaobao was back to looking normal, Second Fatty Huang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He ca over and sympathetically patted him on the shoulder.
"Little brother, don't worry. Fortunately, we have so food prepared for Elder Zhou. Look at how hungry you are! Ai. From now on, you co back often to fill up, okay?"
Yan Xiaobao was very touched. However, he gritted his teeth and decided he would do the opposite. After all, one day if he reached the point of being out of control, he might end up clearing out the entire oven...
Second Fatty Huang and the others escorted him out, and Yan Xiaobao kept sighing as he made the long trek back to Xiangyun Peak. Suddenly, the wonderful, carefree feeling he had earlier vanished, replaced by despair. He was genuinely scared now that he might starve to death.
"I wonder if there have been any Spirit Sect disciples who died of hunger in the past. I absolutely don't want to be the first." Frowning miserably, he was trying to figure out how to solve the food and hunger issue when he suddenly heard a rooster crowing in the distance.
The sound made him stop in his tracks, slowly turn his head, and stare in the direction of the crowing.
"Chicken..." Looking around to ensure no one was watching him, he ducked into a nearby bush, disappearing in a flash. Then he started prowling like a weasel.
A mont later, he appeared outside the enclosure surrounding the Spirit Poultry Breeding Farm on Xiangyun Peak. Inside was a group of proud chickens, as large as calves, with tricolor tails. Yan Xiaobao stared at them with glistening eyes, beginning to drool.
"at..." he muttered, then started chuckling, a strange sound, combined with his broad smile, was downright frightening. The Spirit Tail Chickens were much larger than ordinary chickens. They had highly resilient feathers and a very fierce temperant. Once fully matured, they were equivalent to the second level of Qi Condensation.
Their flesh was not only edible, but their blood and bones could be added to dicinal concoctions, and when you burned their tails, they could produce a rare tricolor fla. Therefore, all three mountains on the South Shore of the Spirit Stream Sect had large numbers of Spirit Tail Chickens.
However, they didn't actually belong to the sect itself. Instead, they were the private property of Li Qinghou and the Lords of the other two mountain peaks, who assigned certain disciples to raise and take care of them. On Xiangyun Peak, there were three areas dedicated to breeding them.
Yan Xiaobao crouched in the bushes, looking at the Spirit Tail Chickens. When he worked in the oven, he'd never seen the chickens alive, but he'd eaten the at and knew it was delicious. Besides, Big Fatty Zhang had once ntioned that they liked to eat Spiritual Worms.
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