Casting immortality in the furnace

Chapter 15 Golden Rooster

Fan Zhou hid behind a tree, his gaze fixed on the large, fat golden rooster.

As soon as it reached the bamboo basket, he immediately pulled the silk thread in his hand!

However, this chicken was very cautious. When it saw the rice and centipede on the ground, it did not immediately go forward to eat them. Instead, it turned around and kept looking around.

Fan Zhou held his breath and shrank his body to avoid being discovered.

Seemingly finding nothing amiss, the golden rooster finally stepped onto the rice and blood centipede on the ground, stretching its neck to peck at them.

"You've been tricked!"

Fan Zhou was overjoyed and seized the opportunity to pull the silk thread in his hand.

"Giggle giggle!"

The giant golden rooster seemed to sense the danger, and suddenly let out a loud cry, flapping its wings and flying away.

Fan Zhou sighed inwardly; wild pheasants in these mountains are not easy to catch.

Just as he was about to make a move, he heard Hou Yi's hushed voice in his ear:

"Don't worry, the chicken hasn't run away."

Fan Zhou was startled and looked in the direction the golden rooster had flown away. Sure enough, he saw a golden hue on a high branch.

That big golden rooster is peeking out and observing the ground!

This chicken is actually playing with explosives.

Fan Zhou was secretly delighted and whispered to Hou Yi, "It seems this is a clever chicken after all."

Hou Yi's lips twitched slightly, thinking to himself, "Maybe not."

The two remained motionless, testing their patience against the golden rooster.

Sure enough, after a while, the golden rooster could no longer resist and flew down from the top, plunging headfirst into the bamboo basket and frantically pecking at the rice and centipedes on the ground.

Fan Zhou also learned to be smart. He didn't rush to set the trap, but waited until the golden rooster had almost finished eating the rice before suddenly pulling the silk thread in his hand!

The bamboo basket on the golden rooster's head fell down instantly, enveloping it inside.

"Giggle giggle!"

Startled, the golden rooster struggled wildly, managing to lift the heavy bamboo basket and almost break free!

"Don't even think about running away!"

Fan Zhou suddenly rushed out, pounced on the bamboo basket, and firmly pinned the golden rooster down.

Hou Yi also came out from behind the big tree and helped Fan Zhou tie up the golden rooster's beak, wings, and feet.

"Wow, these pedals are great!"

When Hou Yi was binding the golden rooster's feet, he discovered that its spurs were thick and long, shaped like a crescent moon, and were more than three inches long!

"This chicken must be over ten years old!"

Hou Yi was increasingly pleased with the sight of it. "A-Zhou, could I have these footstools?"

Fan Zhou was taken aback; he hadn't expected anyone to want chicken toenails.

"Sigh, that's just how older men are; they collect all sorts of random things."

He naturally didn't care for this stuff, and nodded, saying, "No problem, Brother Hou."

"Thanks, I'll make you a nourishing chicken soup when we get back!"

Hou Yi happily tied up the chicken and took Fan Zhou elsewhere to rearrange his "ingenious trap".

To be honest, his methods were a game-changer for the chickens in these mountains; after a lot of work, he caught five or six different kinds of wild pheasants.

Among them were two blood chickens, both of which were two or three years old.

Fan Zhou was satisfied and gave all the other chickens to Hou Yi.

Hou Yi didn't covet the chicken; he only wanted the golden rooster's footstool.

So, the poor golden rooster was dragged into the kitchen by Hou Yi as soon as it came down the mountain, and was put into the pot before it could even let out a scream.

After simmering over low heat for two hours, it becomes a pot of nourishing ginseng chicken soup with a golden color and rich aroma.

To avoid gossip, Hou Yi told him to go back and eat.

Fan Zhou carried the chicken soup back to the house, but Liu Ergou had not yet returned.

But he didn't intend to enjoy it all by himself, so he left a large bowl for Liu Ergou.

"Haha, the rest are all mine."

Fan Zhou first ladled himself a bowl of chicken soup, which was full of goji berries and ginseng slices. After taking a bite, he felt a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth and his whole body warmed up.

"It's really nourishing."

Fan Zhou smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"I wonder if this golden rooster has any aphrodisiac effects?"

"If such a hen, over ten years old, could shorten the time it takes to store essence by many days?"

"Ten days? Or twenty days?"

Fan Zhou felt increasingly pleased with himself. He drank the chicken soup in the bowl in one gulp and then picked up a large chicken leg to eat.

As Fan Zhou swallowed the chicken soup and chicken meat, he felt his body getting hotter and hotter, his whole body turning red and even a little swollen.

"Strange, why isn't the Heavenly Craft Furnace responding?"

Fan Zhou waited for a while but the Heavenly Craft Furnace did not absorb the medicinal power.

Instead, the vital energy within his body became extremely active, swirling continuously in his chest and abdomen, growing stronger with each rotation.

"Is this golden rooster's effect to replenish vital energy?"

Fan Zhou was quite surprised. Were all the roosters in the mountains so amazing?

There are blood chickens that can enhance male virility, and golden chickens that can replenish qi.

"This Langdang Mountain truly lives up to its reputation as a sacred place; it is indeed full of wonders."

Fan Zhou could only attribute the cause to the mysterious spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The burning sensation in his stomach grew stronger, so Fan Zhou had no choice but to pick up his wooden sword and go outside to practice the "Nine Styles of Sword" in order to mobilize his vital energy and refine the medicinal power of the Golden Rooster.

But as he circulated his vital energy, the fire in his stomach became even more intense, as if a fireball was burning inside his abdomen, making his whole body feel like boiling water, emitting wisps of white smoke, and his throat was parched and cracked. Even the vital energy circulating in his body became hotter and hotter, almost like a fire snake!

"What's going on?"

Fan Zhou felt a little scared, and even suspected that he had gone mad with qi.

"But with my current level of cultivation, how could I possibly suffer a qi deviation?"

Fan Zhou was completely bewildered and could only do his best to unleash the Nine Sword Techniques to integrate the Qi within his body, hoping to dispel the heat in his abdomen.

Fortunately, although this method is slow, it is indeed effective.

As the vital energy continues to circulate and grow stronger, the heat throughout the body is absorbed, the skin is no longer red and swollen, and saliva is produced in the mouth, so the thirst is no longer felt.

When the sun had completely set, the fireball inside his belly finally burned out.

call--!

Fan Zhou exhaled a breath of white air, feeling a warm and comfortable sensation throughout his body, completely different from the fatigue he felt after practicing swordsmanship in the past.

"This is the effect of strengthening one's vital energy."

Fan Zhou sensed that the essence in his dantian had increased more than tenfold, equivalent to two or three months of his cultivation!

However, a strange burning sensation appeared in his dantian, unlike before.

"But it doesn't feel like a bad thing."

Fan Zhou clenched his fists, feeling his muscles become stronger, and he no longer felt cold in the evening breeze.

"Never mind, let's ask Master Tian tomorrow. He should know what's going on."

Seeing that there was no harm in it, Fan Zhou felt relieved.

He turned and went back into the house. Liu Ergou had already returned, his face flushed, and the bowl of chicken soup he had left for him had been eaten clean.

Just as Fan Zhou was about to ask him how he felt, Liu Ergou, with a tearful voice, questioned Fan Zhou:

"Fan Zhou, why did you poison the chicken soup?!"

"What?"

"I feel like there's a fire burning inside my stomach. Am I not going to live much longer?"

Fan Zhou: "..."