Chapter 107: I Ended Up Becoming Brother Chen's Dog!

After leaving Jia Lan Peak, Chen Zheng instantly flew back to the sky above his own Zheng Qi Peak.

It was now winter; yesterday a heavy goose‑feather snow had fallen, and most of the Feathered Ascension mountains were cloaked in silver, a boundless white expanse.

But on Zheng Qi Peak, aside from the forest and rooftops covered in snow, everything else had been swept clean.

Everywhere, misty clouds rose, celestial cranes flapped their wings, white deer bore lingzhi, monkeys held longevity peaches—a scene of a blessed immortal realm.

"Well tended."

Chen Zheng looked at his mountain and nodded with satisfaction.

With a sweep of his robe, hundreds of streams of light shot out—some as clear as autumn water, some winding like dragons and snakes—each distinct in form, all spiritual artifacts and treasure items.

Whoosh!

Hundreds of magical artifacts rained down, soaring toward the many servants sweeping snow, feeding spirit beasts, and tending spirit fields across Zheng Qi Peak.

The servants were among the batch that Fang Qingxue brought from the Fang family; although Fang Qingwei had gone down the mountain, they stayed, obeying Xiao Hezi's orders to work on the mountain.

They all remembered that when they first arrived, Chen Zheng had said himself that anyone who performed well would be generously rewarded.

And Fang Han was a living example, having received a testing slot from Chen Zheng, freeing him from servitude and making him a disciple of the Feathered Ascension Sect.

Therefore many worked diligently, never slacking.

Especially the two brothers Yang Xuan and Yang Zhen.

Indeed, the two brothers left the Testing Outer Disciple Hall of the Step Immortal Courtyard, came to Zheng Qi Peak, and became servants.

Staying in the Step Immortal Courtyard, they could flaunt themselves daily before those being tested and be highly respected, yet had no future.

They would never be able to advance in cultivation in their lifetime.

Becoming a servant on Chen Zheng's mountain was different; if they performed well, Chen Zheng would casually reward them, instantly overturning fate.

Thus the two brothers threw themselves into work each day, more diligent than oxen, one matching ten.

At this moment, the two were working at mid‑mountain, fanning out left and right, one brandishing two iron shovels, frantically shoveling snow.

"Brother, look! It's raining magical artifacts from the sky!" younger brother Yang Zhen shouted, pointing upward.

"How could artifacts rain from the sky? Just keep working, wait for Brother Chen to return... What? There really is an artifact rain? My heavens, it's Brother Chen, he's bestowing artifacts!"

Yang Xuan shook his head and laughed, thinking Yang Zhen was hallucinating, but halfway through his words his eyes widened as he stared at Chen Zheng in the sky.

Below Chen Zheng, a rain of magical artifacts was falling.

Moreover, two flying swords descended toward them, hovering as if alive before their eyes.

"Low‑grade treasure!"

Yang Xuan and Yang Zhen looked at the two swords, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Back when Yuan Jian Kong was slain by Chen Zheng at the Sky Courtyard, he possessed only a supreme spiritual artifact, the Silver Snake Sword, yet ranked tenth on the Shan He Bang list.

Now, Chen Zheng had even bestowed upon them a more powerful low‑grade treasure, leaving them speechless with excitement.

Does that mean they could vie for the top three in tomorrow's Shan He Bang competition?

"Heavens, I obtained a spiritual artifact!"

"I have one too!"

"Thank you, Young Master Chen, for the gift; may you live forever..."

All over the mountain, the Fang family servants also received the artifacts Chen Zheng scattered, bursting into tears of joy, crawling on the ground to bow in gratitude.

Most Feathered Ascension Sect disciples lack spiritual artifacts and still use magical implements.

But these servants obtained spiritual artifacts—a reward beyond imagination.

It rivals overturning fate itself.

If they took the spiritual artifacts back to the Great Li Dynasty, the emperor would immediately confer upon them the titles of Marshal and Duke.

"No need for gifts."

In the sky, Chen Zheng casually waved his hand and descended toward the summit.

"Brother Chen!"

Landing at the hall entrance, Xiao Hezi rushed over, like a lapdog, lying on the ground and rubbing his head against Chen Zheng's trouser leg.

"Brother Chen, I am Fang..." Fang Han stepped forward, bowed, introducing himself, his heart slightly uneasy.

Strictly speaking, although he had seen Chen Zheng several times, it was Chen Zheng's first time seeing him.

Even when Chen Zheng granted an outer‑gate testing slot, it was given to Xiao Hezi without even asking his name.

Chen Zheng patted Xiao Hezi's fluffy head and said to Fang Han with a smile, "I know you, junior disciple Fang Han. Last time that foolish crane asked me for a slot, it was for you. You've cultivated to the Shen Tong Mi Jing, very good."

"Brother Chen actually knows my name? And praises me?" Fang Han felt both surprised and delighted.

He stepped forward, ready to say something.

Chen Zheng waved his hand and said, "If there's anything, we'll discuss it later in the main hall."

Finishing, he looked at the kneeling Jin Rilie and Jin Shitai nearby and asked, "What is this?"

Sensing Chen Zheng's gaze on him, Jin Shitai's body trembled, his rear raised even higher.

Jin Rilie cupped a jade box with both hands, raised it above his head, and, kneeling, presented it to Chen Zheng: "Young Master Chen, I have offended many times before; please forgive me. This is the Yin‑Yang Ten Thousand Longevity Pill I obtained from Grand Elder Dan Yangzi as you instructed last time."

Chen Zheng reached for the jade box, opened it, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

!

Inside the box lay a pill the size of a longan, split down the middle into black and white halves—the Yin‑Yang Ten Thousand Longevity Pill.

But there were not one, but two.

Jin Rilie certainly knows how to act.

"Hmm, let bygones be bygones; you father and son may leave," Chen Zheng said contentedly, nodding.

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Jin Rilie, as if bearing a heavy burden, bowed his head again before rising, went to Jin Shitai's side, and helped pull him away from Zheng Qi Peak.

Unexpectedly, Jin Shitai suddenly spoke in a trembling voice: "Senior Brother Chen, I want to be a dog for you, serving you front and rear."

Upon hearing that, Jin Rilie felt a thud in his heart, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

How great Chen Zheng's ferocious might is?

Jin Shitai, this rebellious son, is so bold, spewing nonsense before Chen Zheng, attempting to become a dog.

Do you know what you're doing?

At least you think it's a good idea.

But does Chen Zheng actually need a dog as weak as you?

If this angers Chen Zheng and he kills you and your father on the spot, no one would dare utter a single word.

You rebellious son, you intend to kill this old man!

Jin Rilie was so angry he could have killed Jin Shitai with a single slap, yet he forced a smile and said, "Young master, calm down, this rebellious son…"

"Interesting."

Chen Zheng waved his hand to cut off Jin Rilie's words, looked down at Jin Shitai with a fearful gaze, and calmly said, "Go to the foot of Righteous Qi Peak to see the gate."

Having said that, he turned and entered the main hall.

Fang Han followed closely.

"Young Master Chen… agreed?"

Jin Rilie's old face was full of disbelief, then turned to ecstatic joy.

"Success!"

Jin Shitai suddenly lifted his head, his eyes brimming with intense delight and fervor, nearly letting out a sky‑ward howl.

He, Jin Shitai, became a dog of Chen Zheng!

How fortunate!

……

"Junior Brother Fang, what business do you have with me?" Inside the hall, Chen Zheng sat upright on the main seat, asking Fang Han.

"I can join the Feathered Ascension Sect, thanks to Senior Brother Chen granting me a slot. This is a small token of appreciation; please accept it, Senior Brother." Fang Han took a jade register from his bosom and handed it over solemnly.

"Oh?"

Chen Zheng took the jade register, and a smile instantly appeared on his face: "Junior Brother Fang, you're thoughtful."

(End of chapter)