Chapter 29: Damn, I Found a Massive Windfall!

In the square, two young disciples were engaged in a fierce duel.

The young disciple of Jin Leizong was wreathed in flickering lightning, like a thunder god descending, his steps light and seemingly casual as he tapped the ground, yet each step concealed intricate footwork.

Several thin golden arcs of electricity coiled around his palms, like agile serpents, striking his opponent from bizarre angles.

Opposite him, the disciple of Cangyan Dao Palace showed no weakness; his body was engulfed in crimson flames, blazing fiercely like a blazing sun descending.

His spiritual power surged wildly, forming a shield of fire before him; the lightning arcs struck the shield and erupted into dazzling showers of sparks.

Zhou Qing observed intently—it was an invaluable chance to learn combat techniques, and he could also gain some insight into other major sects nearby.

[Ignore Point +1]

Just as Zhou Qing was absorbed in the spectacle, the system’s alert suddenly sounded.

After a brief stunned pause, he burst into ecstatic joy.

Didn’t expect it could work like this.

Of course—wasn’t this precisely a tense, chaotic multi-person environment? And his innate skill [Reduce Presence] had already reached Level 2 (51/100).

It gave Foundation Establishment disciples a 50% chance to overlook him; generating ignore points was only natural.

“Stop eating, or you’ll draw attention to me!”

Seeing the old hen tilt her head to peck at someone’s heel, Zhou Qing quickly crouched and scooped her up.

The battle continued, its power forcing the onlookers to retreat further and further.

[Ignore Point +2]

[Ignore Point +1]

[Ignore Point +2]

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Soon after, the Cangyan Dao Palace disciple was defeated, and the Jin Leizong crowd erupted in cheers.

“Sun Hefen of Cangyan Dao Palace challenges Brother Cheng!”

“What, has Cangyan Dao Palace learned to use wheel combat? My junior brother Xu Kejing is already exhausted—let me, Xu Kejing, spar with Brother Sun.”

The two immediately clashed again.

At this moment, Zhou Qing wished they’d fight even longer.

“Is this arranged?” Soon Zhou Qing noticed that many of the chief senior brothers and senior sisters from the Thirteen Peaks of Taiqingmen had arrived among the spectators—some frowned in concentration, others clenched their fists, eager to step forward.

It seemed he could farm ignore points for a long time ahead.

[Ignore Point +1]

[Ignore Point +1]

[Ignore Point +1]

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By evening, both sides called it a draw.

Each sect had sent five fighters in turn; the result was essentially even, proving the younger generation of the Five Great Sects was truly formidable.

When he returned home that night, Zhou Qing tied the old hen to the side, tossed her some grain, then began heating water for a bath.

Tonight, the bone of the Crimson Flame Lion would be nearly spent, but simultaneously, his Silver Dragon Hand was about to reach minor completion.

Overnight passed. When Zhou Qing stepped out of the tub into the courtyard, his eyes flashed with sudden light; as he drew a deep breath, his spiritual power surged like a tidal wave.

Slowly raising his hands, he began weaving intricate, arcane hand seals before him.

As the seals shifted, his hands were gradually shrouded in a silvery glow, growing brighter until it seemed woven from countless fine silver threads.

Moments later, a silver dragon, formed entirely of pure spiritual energy, slowly took shape between his hands.

The silver dragon bared its fangs and claws, lifelike, its scales glittering with cold, dazzling light under the sun.

But Zhou Qing’s expression suddenly turned grave; he leapt into the air and roared, thrusting both hands forward with all his strength.

The silver dragon roared, tearing the air in its path with a piercing whistle.

BOOM!

When it struck the mountainside, there was a moment of sickening silence, then a deafening explosion.

The immense force shattered rocks and soil, blasting them outward; dust rose like rolling black smoke.

But immediately after, his spiritual power felt drained as if sucked dry; beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, his body swayed slightly, forcing him to land quickly.

“The Silver Dragon Hand is far stronger than I imagined. I’ve only formed a silver dragon about three meters long—minor completion—and yet it nearly exhausted me. From now on, I’ll use it only as a last resort.”

But soon he grew cheerful again.

He’d seen its power—when pushing to the limit, he could probably unleash it twice. This would become a true trump card.

“Senior Elder Duanmu Shu probably never expected I’d reach minor completion of this technique so quickly.”

Zhou Qing felt a surge of pride, and for the first time, he felt grateful to his Second Uncle.

“I must urgently improve my strength—otherwise, even if forced to use it, I won’t collapse like this. And bones infused with dragon blood—after this test, this is clearly a viable cultivation path.”

Zhou Qing immediately set his next direction.

But when he turned around, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

In the courtyard, the old hen trembled violently, her cockfighting eyes darting up and down, every feather on her body standing on end as if violently stimulated, nearly bursting outward.

“Was she scared by the noise?” Zhou Qing sighed helplessly, shaking his head with a wry smile.

Just as he turned to go inside and find spirit stones to restore his power, the old hen suddenly contracted her body.

Immediately, a round, plump egg fell to the ground, and the hen began clucking incessantly: “Cluck-cluck-daa, cluck-cluck-daa!”

Then she ignored him entirely, pecking at a nearby pillar.

Zhou Qing stood frozen, then snapped out of his daze, sprinting over with eyes wide with disbelief.

For on the egg, fine threads of spiritual energy curled and flowed like silk, infusing the surrounding space with a lively, gentle aura.

As Zhou Qing carefully picked it up, it still radiated warmth.

“Spirit stone? No—a spirit egg!”

Zhou Qing could clearly sense the egg’s spiritual essence—equivalent to seven or eight low-grade spirit stones.

No, it was even purer than that—its spiritual power contained almost no impurities.

Its purity approached that of the Spirit-Stealth Insect and the Ice-Soul Shadow Scale Fish he had once refined.

“It can purify impurities from spiritual energy!!!”

Zhou Qing’s eyes blazed with intensity, fixed on the old hen pecking at the wooden pillar, his heart filled with disbelief.

The vendor clearly misjudged it—this was a colossal windfall he’d stumbled upon.

This wasn’t an ordinary chicken—it was a rare, supreme spiritual hen!

Chicken, you’re so beautiful!

Chicken, you’re really, really beautiful!

Zhou Qing’s face instantly filled with obsequious smiles; he hurried over, scattered some grain on the ground, and gently adjusted the hen’s head. The hen clucked and began pecking at the grain.

Zhou Qing grew fonder by the moment—she looked like a common farm chicken, yet what breed was she?

How had she ended up in a peasant’s yard?

(End of Chapter)