Looking at the imposing figure of Oliver Chen before him, Qingxiu hesitated.
“Um…”
“Hmm?”
Seeing Oliver’s puzzled gaze, Qingxiu bit his lip and quickly said, “The Clan Chief asked me to inform you that the clan has lost a Spirit-Tailed Chicken. He wants you to find it…”
Oliver, who had been ready to fight to the death, was stunned for a moment. Learning that the Clan Chief wanted him to find a lost Spirit-Tailed Chicken, his face darkened.
He, Oliver Chen, an Innate Realm warrior, the clan’s top expert and the hope of the younger generation, was now being asked to find a chicken!
“The Clan Chief said this is the will of the Sacred Tree,” Qingxiu hurriedly added upon seeing Oliver’s reaction.
Upon hearing that it was the will of the Sacred Tree, Oliver’s expression quickly returned to normal. Though still somewhat puzzled, he simply nodded and replied, “I understand.”
…
After learning the details, Oliver followed the traces from the chicken coop and soon left the clan grounds.
Although he knew that the two Spirit-Tailed Chickens were used for breeding, Oliver was still very puzzled.
Why would the Sacred Tree be particularly concerned about this matter?
But since the Sacred Tree rarely issued decrees, he felt it necessary to handle this matter properly.
Putting aside his doubts, Oliver focused on the faint traces on the ground. Despite the subtlety, his keen senses as an Innate Realm warrior allowed him to detect them.
If he could reach the peak of the Innate Realm, he could even briefly enter a state of “Innate Awareness.”
In this state, a warrior’s five senses would be greatly enhanced, giving them an advantage in battle.
After finding the traces left by the fleeing Spirit-Tailed Chicken, Oliver tracked them all the way to the outskirts of the Disordered Burial Mountain.
But upon reaching this point, the traces disappeared.
Oliver frowned slightly. Could it have run into the Disordered Burial Mountain?
But the mountain was so vast. How could he find the lost Spirit-Tailed Chicken? And even if he did, how could he be sure it was the right one?
After pondering for a moment, Oliver decided to enter the mountain.
After walking a short distance, Oliver suddenly stopped, his eyes filled with even more confusion.
Despite entering the mountain, he found no traces left by the Spirit-Tailed Chicken. There were plenty of other animal tracks, but the chicken seemed to have vanished.
He knew that although Spirit-Tailed Chickens had wings, they rarely used them for flying. They mostly traveled on foot.
The distance he had covered far exceeded the chicken’s flying range, so there should have been some traces.
Staring at the vast mountain, Oliver fell into deep thought.
…
Outside the Disordered Burial Mountain, in a field planted with grain rice.
A Spirit-Tailed Chicken had somehow hidden in the field and was feasting.
The chicken’s bright red comb stood out, and although the grain rice was still protected by husks, its sharp beak quickly stripped the grains.
Every now and then, the chicken would stop eating and stretch its head to the side, as if listening for any sounds.
When it heard nothing, it continued eating.
But just as it was enjoying its meal, a shadow suddenly loomed over its head, making it instantly alert.
Sensing danger, the chicken tucked its head in and prepared to flee from the unharvested rice field.
But before it could get far, its feet suddenly left the ground, and it let out a series of “cluck, cluck, cluck” sounds.
Looking from a distance, it turned out that a young man had lifted it by its neck.
The captured chicken struggled a bit, but seeing no way to escape, it stopped.
However, Oliver, holding the chicken, had a look of doubt on his face.
After entering the Disordered Burial Mountain and finding no traces of the chicken, he had retraced his steps and searched the area where the traces had disappeared.
He then discovered tracks leading in the opposite direction.
In other words, the chicken had initially intended to enter the mountain but had flown a short distance before changing direction and not entering the mountain.
But why had the chicken chosen to fly at that particular moment, leading him to make a wrong judgment?
Was it intentional or accidental?
Oliver lifted the chicken and examined it closely, but it seemed no different from an ordinary Spirit-Tailed Chicken.
Perhaps he was overthinking it.
But since the Sacred Tree had issued a decree, maybe this chicken was indeed special. Still, it was just a chicken.
Never mind, his task was complete. He would take the chicken back and let the Clan Chief handle it.
…
Back in the clan, Ethan Chen carefully examined the Spirit-Tailed Chicken in Oliver’s hand but found nothing special about it. At least it had been caught.
“Put it back in the coop,” Ethan said, not giving the chicken any special treatment, as per the Sacred Tree’s will.
Oliver didn’t ask further and nodded in agreement.
As he was about to leave, Oliver suddenly asked, “Clan Chief, does the clan really have to bow down to others?”
Ethan fell silent, not answering, but Oliver already knew the answer.
After taking a few steps, Ethan’s voice came from behind, “In a few days, you will represent the clan and see the outside world.”
“Alright.”
Hearing this, Oliver’s eyes lit up. He indeed wanted to see what other clans were like and how they differed.
…
Night fell.
In the Ancestral Hall, Noah Ji’s consciousness drifted towards the clan’s chicken coop.
Soon, Noah saw the Spirit-Tailed Chicken that had escaped a few days ago within the familiar enclosure.
This time, the clan had reinforced the surrounding fence, leaving the chicken with no way to escape.
The chicken was still asleep, but compared to a few days ago, it had grown significantly larger. According to the clan members, its appetite had increased greatly in recent days.
Noah’s consciousness remained, intending to observe the chicken further.
Late at night, the chicken slowly opened its eyes.
Beside it was another Spirit-Tailed Chicken, sound asleep. Based on Noah’s previous observations, this chicken should be making a move.
But strangely, it seemed uninterested this time, instead focusing on the coop’s fence.
Seeing the reinforced fence, the chicken showed a hint of disappointment but didn’t give up. It began patrolling the coop, seemingly searching for weak spots.
Watching this, Noah felt a sense of understanding.
It seemed this supernatural power was as described, but the Enlightenment process required time, and its effects were quite impressive.
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