Chapter 1520: Chapter 1520: Arrogant King Crow
Feng Jun had never considered what he would do if the raven were injured; in his heart, people always come first.
Fortunately, when he reached the mountain gate, he saw a farm tricycle with a swaggering raven perched on its roof, two villagers smiling alongside, and three small lambs on the tricycle.
Upon inquiring, Feng Jun learned that Xiao Wu had indeed gone to steal sheep.
King Crow didn’t really understand the concept of stealing; it merely saw sheep on the ground and decided to take them back to Luohua Manor.
Of course, it also knew it couldn’t let others see what it was doing, or someone might stop it.
It chose a time when no one was around, swooped down, and tried to snatch a lamb away, much like an eagle catching a chick.
However, it was really getting ahead of itself, thinking it was invincible—after reaching the second level of shedding its mortal shell, it had indeed grown a lot stronger, but choosing an eighty-pound sheep was simply overreaching.
To a big sheep, what was a little raven?
If humans bully us, so be it, but you, a tiny raven, dare to come catch me?
But in terms of fighting, the big sheep truly was no match for Xiao Wu; King Crow couldn’t lift the sheep, but after all, it was at the second level, and a swipe or peck was something the sheep absolutely couldn’t withstand.
Their fight was ongoing when the shepherd noticed the raven and threw a stone at it.
King Crow, in its heart, wasn’t even afraid of the shepherd, believing it could completely take him on.
However, despite its hubris, it didn’t forget reality; the big shots at Luohua Manor were humans, and there were many smaller ones who could easily crush it, so in its mind, humans were not to be provoked.
But it was unwilling to let go, circling in the sky. The shepherd thought it was bizarre—he’d heard of ravens eating mutton, as these birds eat anything, but to grab live sheep and fight with them was unheard of.
Just then, someone came along, “Whoa, isn’t this the King Crow from Luohua?”
Xiao Wu, irritated, cawed twice, meaning to say, “You’re the ‘King’!”
The observer found it more amusing, “King Crow, where did you fly from?”
Xiao Wu felt that it was nice not to hear a “supposedly” after “King,” which it took encouragingly. It landed on a tree and pointed its beak repeatedly toward Luohua, indicating where it came from.
“Whoa, it’s indeed from Luohua,” the shepherd was taken aback, “Are you… wanting to eat sheep?”
King Crow was at the second level of shedding its mortal shell; it was so pleased it wanted everyone to know how amazing it was. Unfortunately, it had only learned two words from Hua Hua, so it flew to the ground and scratched out two wobbly big characters with its claw.
The shepherd, seeing it writing on the ground, was already a bit dazed; upon reading the words, he was even more so, “Invite… green guests?”
“It’s ‘invite guests’! In traditional characters,” the newcomer exclaimed, voice changed, “My gosh, how old is this King Crow?”
The shepherd shivered all over, “Good heavens, King Crow, you want to catch sheep to invite guests?”
“Caw caw,” King Crow cawed twice, nodding its small bird head proudly—I’ve got something to celebrate, of course, I’ll invite guests.
So the shepherd told his relatives, willingly sending the sheep over; to show sincerity they brought lambs instead of big sheep, and the matter of money… well, that could wait—this raven must have really become intelligent, right?
Feng Jun, understanding the situation, shook his head helplessly, pulling out two thousand yuan, “Three lambs… is it enough?”
“How can we take your money,” the two villagers waved their hands, trembling. Everyone in Baixing Town knew that Master Feng was truly a mysterious person. Not to mention saving many from a food poisoning incident in the past.
Even this “King Crow,” all because of Master Feng’s reputation, there were many ravens in Zhengyang suburbs, yet none were called King Crow.
“Take it,” Feng Jun spoke calmly, but in others’ ears, it carried a sort of unquestionable authority.
The two were overwhelmed by this aura, unsure of what to do when King Crow began to caw loudly, anyone could hear its annoyance.
The shepherd finally found an excuse, smiling apologetically, “Master Feng, King Crow is angry, this is our offering to it.”
What did it do to deserve offerings? Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered to argue with them, turning his head to Xiao Wu, “If you’re not happy, you can spend money to buy it; people of Luohua don’t take free meals.”
“Caw caw,” Xiao Wu squawked twice angrily, flapped its wings away, and returned shortly with a large gold ring in its beak, the kind “society’s big brother” would wear.
Dropping the ring on the ground, it tilted its small bird head, looking at the two villagers with pride, cawing twice—”Take it” clearly resonating.
Feng Jun took a glance and laughed, “It must be at least ten grams. Alright, a good deal for you two. What… you don’t want it?”
“Caw!” King Crow screeched again, eyes wide with anger.
The two glanced at each other, truly not daring to refuse any longer, and could only bend down to pick it up, nodding and bowing repeatedly.
The gatekeeper saw this and came over to take the three little sheep away, considering the matter settled.
The people from the relevant departments were left dumbfounded, “What is… what kind of operation is this?”
Someone even specifically chased after the two villagers to understand what had happened, only to return with a face filled with confusion, “They, they said… that crow was treating them and bought three sheep…”
Feng Jun later learned that Xiao Wu wanted to catch sheep to treat guests, leaving him both amused and speechless, “You, as a crow, just reached the second level of transformation and you’re already so inflated, actually wanting to catch sheep too. Do you think you’re a golden eagle? And you were caught red-handed like this. Isn’t that embarrassing?”
However, upon hearing about it, others had a very high impression of Xiao Wu. Xu Xiaowei completely ignored her father’s remarks about crows being dirty and smelly and even bought chocolate specially for the crow.
Hua Hua strongly supported Xiao Wu, even spending its own money to produce some spiritual Gu insects, considering this a show of support for its little brother. It confidently stated that some of these were suitable for soup and others for deep-frying, and were very delicious.
Unfortunately, Luohua has no residents from Baiyue, and everyone steers clear of this stuff—it’s not like they were grown by eating cancer cells, right?
In fact, this was just a joke. The manor had quite a few cows, horses, and pigs, all used for Hua Hua’s experimentation and cultivation of Gu insects. Hua Hua wouldn’t let insects that had eaten cancer cells live, let alone be served as food.
Seeing everyone uninterested, the tiny Butterfly Nurse thought of inviting outsiders to a ceremony. It figured that Qing Xiaozi from the Zhenzhi Sky of Zhu Ming Yao was pretty good—wasn’t Luofu Mountain located in Baiyue?
Feng Jun, however, refused this request without hesitation, indicating that it was not a matter of racial discrimination.
“When Daoist sects were flourishing, they might have tolerated a couple of spirits, but now even the mundane world doesn’t allow you to be showy. If you celebrate ostentatiously, others won’t be able to ignore it even if they wanted to.”
Finally suppressing the ambitions of the Butterfly Nurse, Xiao Wu’s second-level transformation was a celebration within the manor, featuring three roast whole lambs as the main course. However, Feng Jun thought that some of those Gu insects, when fried, were actually quite delicious.
Yet this feast also triggered some unfortunate events. Zhang Caixin finally noticed Yang Yuxin’s advancement, occasionally giving her a strange look.
Gu Jiahui noticed her gaze and carefully sensed her mother, only to be stunned, “Huh, mom, you’ve advanced again? I remember you just reached the second level of transformation, and now you’re at the third level?”
You silly child, Yang Yuxin sighed inwardly but remained calm on the surface, “Yes, I have to work hard. Xiao Wu has reached the second level of transformation. I can’t let it catch up with me.”
King Crow, however, cawed triumphantly. Though no one understood, its expression said it all—catching up with you is just a matter of time.
Yang Yuxin originally thought she lived a rather philosophical life, caring only about her daughter. Hearing this, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of fire in her—if young girls looked down on me, I could let it slide, but a mere crow looking down on me? That she could not tolerate, so she made a secret decision: after the celebration, she would invite Feng Jun to practice yoga together.
She was at the prime age for a woman, with no problem having another child, or even two. She had been trying very hard to restrain herself, but with Xiao Wu showing off, she felt there was no need to suppress herself.
She was also urgent because of a certain intuition—that after Feng Jun ate the Exotic Fruit, when his body smelled fragrant, it felt particularly good, and her advancement was also very smooth.
However, the cause and effect of this matter were not just noticed by her. Zhang Caixin also thought of it and directly posted in the small group, “The scent on the boss hasn’t faded, someone should seize the opportunity.”
What is the small group? It’s a WeChat group consisting of her, her sister, and Director Mei—in any case, women have a lot of these groups, though they don’t speak often.
In fact, even now, she spoke very obliquely—though she wanted to be forthright, who knows how many people were watching this group.
Feng Jing thought for a while and then subtly sent a message, “Tonight I want to go to the White Jade Capital to check some information, but I’m a bit scared to go alone…”
“I’ll go with you,” Sister Hong stated in the group, “I’ve hit a bottleneck in my cultivation recently.”
Actually, all three knew that Feng Jing going to the Jade Tower— never mind her current cultivation level and equipment, walking alone at night wasn’t a problem. Just mentioning going to the Jade Tower meant Feng Jun would surely accompany her, so what was there to be afraid of?
Mei Jin had truly figured it out. The fruit Feng Jun ate had such strong effects that his body still smelled fragrant—so if we don’t work hard, it will only benefit others.
She thought Yang Yuxin was nice, but… with that lay-back mentality, her cultivation wouldn’t succeed easily. Why occupy resources that were meant for everyone?
Thus, Yang Yuxin’s plan for the evening fell through.
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