Chapter 2666: Training Chickens

Qi Wu kept insisting there about how brilliant his schemes were, leading the crowd all the way charging into the Scale Stone Tribe, catching chickens and leaving.

The whole process was done in one smooth flow, giving the Scale Stone Tribe no chance to react at all.

The Scale Stone Tribe's Clan Chief could only watch them leave with an unwilling expression.

Most importantly, throughout the process they revealed none of their identities, so even if the Scale Stone Tribe wanted revenge, they wouldn't know who to target.

They got the chickens and left no trace—what is that? That's wisdom.

The tribe members listened, enthralled, cheering repeatedly, but only Ye Zhangqing, as he listened, felt something was off.

Speaking up, he said, "You've concealed your faces; even if the Scale Stone Tribe didn't recognize your identities, what about these fire spirit chickens?"

Especially those three chicken kings—they've been raised by the Scale Stone Tribe for many years.

You raise your own chickens and can't even recognize them?

Aren't these three chicken kings supposed to enter some chicken king championship? Once they appear, won't the truth be exposed?

My chicken king is in your hands—didn't the person who acted that day say it wasn't you?

As soon as Ye Zhangqing said that, the lively scene instantly fell silent; many Flame Martial Tribe members stared at each other, unable to speak.

"…………………………"

Just a moment ago they were praising Qi Wu's meticulous plan and peerless stratagems, but now they're torn.

We've seized the chicken kings, but if they can't enter the chicken king championship, what are we to do?

Isn't that just wasting our effort?

Just as everyone's mood plummeted into despair and heaviness, Qi Wu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly seemed to figure it out, grinning widely and speaking with full confidence.

"Hey, what's the big deal? I already thought of this—we can wear masks, so why can't these fire spirit chickens wear masks? Just give them a fire spirit chicken–specific Flame Martial Mask and they'll be fine."

Huh???

As soon as he said that, everyone froze.

The Flame Martial Mask is the totem of the Flame Martial Tribe; in fact, masks like this are found among all major tribes of the Barbarian God Tribe.

They're not hard to make, not really treasures, and are more symbolic.

It's just that the totem on the mask differs, representing each tribe.

So, making a Flame Martial Mask specially for these three fire spirit chicken kings isn't difficult at all.

That way, it naturally serves to conceal their identities.

After coming to, the Flame Martial Tribe members began another round of flattery.

"It has to be the Young Clan Chief."

"I said the Young Clan Chief's stratagems are peerless—now nobody doubts that, right?"

"Our Flame Martial Tribe has successors after all."

The Flame Martial Tribe members' flattery came as if it were free.

Listening to this made Ye Zhangqing feel uneasy—with all this fawning, does the Flame Martial Tribe have any future?

It's like a dynasty among the Human Race where everyone above and below are sycophantic treacherous ministers—one can imagine what fate awaits that dynasty.

However, before the crowd could celebrate for long, not long after, someone else raised a question.

"Young Clan Chief, there's still one problem."

"Why do you have so many problems?"

After finally managing to loosen his smile, hearing this made it freeze again; Qi Wu turned his head irritably toward the tribe member who spoke up.

His brows knit, his eyes displeased—"Can't you let me enjoy this moment? In times like this, I've hardly ever experienced such glory in my life."

"Don't make me slap you when I'm at my happiest."

But facing Qi Wu's warning glare, that Flame Martial Tribe member stubbornly held his ground.

Because of this sudden question, he couldn't stay silent—if he didn't speak, everything would fail and all their prior work would be wasted.

So, even though he could clearly see Qi Wu's displeasure, that tribe member still forced himself to speak.

"Young Clan Chief, these fire spirit chickens have been raised from youth by the Scale Stone Tribe; even if we've snatched them back, we could cook them, but if we let those three chicken kings compete in the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship, we can't command them."

Huh???

Another extremely thorny problem.

Right, you're not the owner of these fire spirit chickens; they won't obey you—once they're in the arena, how will you command the three chicken kings to fight?

For a moment, many Flame Martial Tribe members present fell into silence again.

These problems come one after another—it's not as simple as just snatching them back.

Ye Zhangqing also inwardly agreed, though he couldn't help with this matter.

"As for fire spirit chickens, Ye Zhangqing only knows how to cook them; anything else, he's clueless."

"I'm just a cook, not an animal trainer."

Upon hearing that, Qi Wu fell into deep silence again, giving the speaker a complex glance.

Good, well said—don't say it again.

Although this is the fact before us and an unavoidable problem, at least if we want these three chicken kings to be useful, we must solve this before the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship begins.

Otherwise, these three chicken kings will end up as meat in the pot, with no other use.

He unconsciously glanced at the three chicken kings tied in the corner of the courtyard, not killed, their eyes full of defiant untamed spirit.

Honestly, though the Scale Stone Tribe's strength isn't impressive, the three fire spirit chicken kings they've raised are quite remarkable.

Their build and posture are top-notch; most importantly, their spirit and loyalty are impeccable.

Even in this state, those three fire spirit chicken kings show not a trace of fear.

Although they can't speak, their expression says it all: go ahead and slaughter or chop them; even a furrowed brow counts as my surrender.

This gave Qi Wu a headache for a while.

What's the point of raising this Fire Spirit Chicken King to be so tough? Those who know the times are heroes.

Facing that stubborn gaze, Qi Wu could only grit his teeth and say.

「Easy, don't worry, I'm also good at training chickens, isn't there still a month or so? Don't worry, just three Fire Spirit Chicken Kings—I'll definitely have them well-trained. 」

We've come this far—whatever we say, we have to grit our teeth and go ahead, right? It's just training chickens; I can do it.

But this time, upon hearing Qi Wu's words, the tribespeople of the Flame Martial Tribe present all fell into silence, and moreover looked at Qi Wu with complex expressions.

If it were about other matters, they'd still have a bit of belief; even if they had to grit their teeth, they could give you a couple of words of praise.

But this matter concerns training chickens—they really don't know where to start, because you, Qi Wu, simply don't know how at all; you've never raised a Fire Spirit Chicken from childhood.