Beware of Chicken 2: A Xianxia Cultivation Novel

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In book two we start during late winter. Spring is around the corner and Jin Rou plans to expand the fields to grow more rice, wheat, and everything else. The story had some minor grammatical errors, but they weren't so often that they pulled me out of the book-reading trance. A note about Xianxia: I admit I have no idea what this word/genre actually means beyond that it's a type of Chinese adventure story. Contextually, it means something with noble heroes battling for supremacy in deadly duals against man and beast alike, all searching to be the best and bloodiest. But I can't vouch for it that I understand it beyond the internal clues of this story. I'm not sure if it would have been more engaging if I knew more of the genre or not. Scared and distrustful of cultivators -> accepting that he has to engage in it and that cultivators are as varied and potentially good as mortals And just as the year before, a brightly colored sleigh painted with red lacquer rushed across the fallen snow. Upon it were shining decorations of stars and a bright, rising sun. Cedar boughs attached to the sleigh, laced with silvery bells, chimed in time to the beat of the noble creatures pulling it.

Summer’s Sky thanks Eighth Master ,’ the sword, a jian blade, intoned, speaking directly into his mind. It was a little weird and it tingled sometimes, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The sword rattled. ‘ Another new blend? Approval. ’ His mind takes over that of a cultivator who has perished mid-fight. Jin nopes out of the sect he finds himself in and decides to become a farmer instead. He knows what this world is about and the horrible things it contains, and how short his life would likely be if he stayed where he was. Given the opportunity, I’d probably do the same thing as Jin. How odd. How curious. The connected one was truly mysterious, to make it so even this did not hurt. Everything else faded away. His father said he only had to last for the first repetition of the dance if he felt like it.With shaking hands his fingers closed around the wood. He knew that Jin was the one handing it to him, but he didn’t have the mind to see it.

Xian blinked as a very familiar form walked in. Jin wasn’t in his bright reds anymore. He was clad in darkness. His hat was nowhere to be seen as he dropped to a knee. Honestly? When Yun Ren thought about Xianghua all he could think was that he liked her. She was a bit weird… but hells, in this madhouse, who wasn’t? She fit right in as far as he was concerned, and was a regular riot when she started on the act she put on as a Young Mistress. At least Tigu was quiet now. For the first time in Bi De’s life, he had known annoyance at his Great Master for teaching her that song. The solstice ended as dawn cast away the darkness, and Hong Xian the Younger collapsed to his knees. For the first time in millenia, the shattered remains of something once greater thought. It was lesser than even the least animal… but it chose.His daughter entered the house, quiet and respectful of his meditations as she always was. He heard a whispered conversation, and then she entered the room. Which is not to say there are no problems. But this is not a book about saving the world as much as it is about finding answers and growing up in every day life. If you're into cozy reads, this one is very good. This was a great continuation for the series as it shifts focus to Tigu and Cai Xiulan's participation in the Dueling Peak's tournament. The pacing felt a little slow in certain parts, specifically dealing with Bi De's crystal, but overall this volume covered a lot of ground. In the darkness, before the candle, each and every one of his failings came to him. They tried to distract him. It was a struggle, like climbing a mountain each and every time. A battle for his mind that had to be won before he did battle with his body.

Hermit -> fully engaged in a community as well as a family man and teacher to his disciples (Volume 1) Gou Ren shrugged. “I can afford it. I got my cut of the cash for the harvest. It's shitloads of money… more than I kind of know what to do with.” The hour he had waited for was soon at hand, and he felt some semblance of nerves start to creep up. It's probably better this way,” Gou Ren replied, crouching down and bowing his head in respect for the fallen animal. Yun Ren did the same, silently thanking it for its contribution to their lives. The walk they did looked a bit silly, though. The wide, sliding steps that were performed in half crescents, almost like a dance itself. Normally, most people just waited up at the shrine for Father, but tonight they were lining the pathway.The cycles continued as they always did. The occasional tremor here, the odd pulse there. Places far, far away from it. Yes, the second and third (or third and fourth, however they end up being published) volumes contrast a lot. There is discovery in this one. And revelations. A lot of hitherto information that's been hidden from other characters (and in some cases the reader as well) is being brought to light. I dare say the wholesome moments between the cornucopia of characters have taken second place to the characters learning stuff about Jin, the place they inhabit, Jin's strange grandfatherly mentor, and maybe even one of the animals (that last one might not be in the book, but disclosed in advance on the author's Discord server). Deal. Some time in the winter, we’ll head to Pale Moon Lake again, eh?” That, and it would be good to see Biyu again. He hadn’t seen her for just over three months. “Okay, Biyu says you gotta look for the facets that have…”