Beware Of Chicken Chapter 306 v7c53: Golden Blood

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Previously on Beware Of Chicken...
The group enjoyed a leisurely morning with a simple breakfast, sharing dumplings and sharing moments of peace. Afterward, they embarked on a tour of the Dueling Peaks, starting with the massive levitation shaft, witnessing the ongoing repairs and discussing its history and future use. They then explored other facilities, including a museum and administrative halls, where Xiulan received abundant respect from the younger cultivators. The tour concluded in Xiulan's office, where she passionately detailed her current project: integrating independent cultivators and newly-ignited individuals by offering them foundational techniques and a stake in the future, ensuring they don't turn to banditry.

A little more time was spent within Xiulan's office, absorbing her future strategies. Teacher and Xue Ji lent their assistance, navigating some of her logistical hurdles. Though these were minor concerns, Xiulan appeared considerably relieved.

Following this, we exited the mountain, proceeding towards the training grounds.

What had once been a collection of villas, largely ruined by Zang Li's fiery assault, was now thoroughly restored. Everything gleamed with newness, and a multitude of cultivators bustled about with evident purpose. Similar to the mountain, the younger disciples halted their movements to offer greetings to Xiulan—though, in contrast to the serenity within, this place was anything but quiet. The air resonated with shouts reaching our ears from afar, the clang of gongs signaling bouts, and the general sounds of strenuous activity. The familiar atmosphere of training cultivators, reminiscent of my time in the Cloudy Sword Sect, was palpable.

Recalling my promise to Yin to examine the Spirit Beasts she had eliminated, we altered our course toward the red banners adorned with a wheel of flaming swords, meticulously arranged to resemble a sunburst or an unfolding flower.

We soon arrived at a vast arena teeming with people. Pairs of individuals were engaged in spirited, full-contact sparring. Yin was among them, her form encased in solar armor, currently locked in an intense, focused duel against another cultivator. Her opponent was clearly outmatched, yet when Yin's fist found an opening, it was a mere tap rather than a strike capable of shattering walls. She addressed the other person, who paused, considered her words, and then nodded. Yin moved to stand beside them, demonstrating a sequence of movements. Her sparring partner nodded once more before attempting the very techniques Yin had just shown.

Yin gave a nod, but as she was about to resume, she spotted us.

"Grand Marshal! Big Br—er, Master Rou!" she called out, waving. The sparring immediately ceased, and all present turned to bow in our direction.

"I had heard that you and your Blazing Swords had vanquished some formidable adversaries," I remarked. "I’ve come to view the spoils."

The assembled members of the Blazing Swords instantly assumed a more upright posture, their faces alight with pride.

"Indeed, Master Rou! Prior to our training here, we would have surely met our demise!" one of the cultivators declared.

"They were savage beings—incredibly destructive. They even made Wreckerballs seem tame!" another chimed in, their words laced with clear boastfulness.

"Yes, one adversary was at the Fourth Stage of the Initiate's Realm—an absolute monster!" the last cultivator exclaimed, shaking their head in disbelief.

"A truly mighty foe," I concurred. In the Azure Hills region, reaching the Fourth Stage signified the making of a legendary powerhouse.

"I shall take over here, Captain Yin. Kindly attend to Master Rou," Xiulan offered.

"We're receiving pointers from the Grand Marshal!" someone whispered, their voice quivering with anticipation.

"We'll remain and observe," Teacher stated. Both Washy and Babe also seemed intrigued by the unfolding events. Ultimately, only Meiling and I accompanied Yin as she led us into a nearby administrative building.

"I’ve already retrieved them all," Yin announced, referring to the mutated Spirit Beasts. The moment my eyes fell upon them, I understood why she had described them as peculiar. "One encounter was this creature… and the other was this."

They were merely the preserved skins, yet their appearance was unsettling. The first specimen she indicated had once been a bison.

Had been. It now stood twice the size of its natural counterpart. Its once-normal fur had transformed into a vibrant crimson hue. Its horns had become antlers of transparent ruby. Its forelegs had elongated to an abnormal degree, and its mouth was entirely devoid of fur, revealing only cracked and scorched lips.

"I can still detect the scent of fire emanating from it," Meiling observed with a frown.

"It was at the Fourth Stage of the Initiate's Realm; it appeared four months after the Solstice. Flames erupted with each breath it took. It incinerated twenty Li of grassland, and we were fortunate that it was raining. Its blood was molten fire; the initial group who struck it nearly perished. I attempted communication, but alas… it only shrieked about its intense suffering," Yin recounted, her gaze fixed sorrowfully on the Spirit Beast. "This one… did not deserve its fate. It was merely thrashing and burning, already succumbing… I merely ended its torment, you understand? It was the least I could do for something that nearly shared my own doom," Yin sighed.

Tianlan had previously mentioned her assistance to Yin in reconciling her conflicting natures. I placed a hand on Yin's shoulder.

"It was straying from its path. It would have perished regardless of Yin's intervention," Tianlan imparted, and I felt a resonance of Yin's sorrow. "An excessive amount of Qi is never beneficial."

I exhaled slowly, shaking my head at the mental image. Yin was correct; the creature truly had not deserved its agonizing end.