Beware of Chicken: A Xianxia Cultivation Novel

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Jin Rou was a soul who worked for the Cloudy Sword sect as a lowly outer realm sect member. He is beaten badly by an inner sect member, and he takes his leave. Look at my little brother. All grown up and bein’ a man, learnin’ how to take care of his own farm.” Yun Ren wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, Gou Ren snorted in response. He was getting a bit worried. Yun Ren would have to go up north and bug the old bastard if he stayed snoozing for too long. The key thing this book does right is that it focuses on what fantasy as a genre offers when at it's at its best; wonder and joy. At first, there was bare existence. A mass of conflicting feelings and instinctual reactions. Thought, without thought. Feeling without feeling.

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. ’ Big Bro!” Bowu called, waving enthusiastically as he immediately broke into a full sprint. His sister followed, a bit more sedately, behind him with the teapot and a pair of cups, a brilliant smile on her face as she watched him run. When he finally reached the sect, he was labelled as a mediocre talent, and was relegated to performing petty tasks around the sect, like watering spiritual herbs.The pain continued to lessen, as they worked. They spent all their time together, holding, nurturing, growing. How the rice grew. How “nutrients” affect the soil. How things connected in a way it could somehow understand, despite never hearing of such things before. And so I thought… Well, there are some things I wanna remember properly and you could teach me how to get some good recordings?”

Arrogant Masters? Heavenly Tribulations? All that violence and bloodshed? Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here. Wouldn't such a Frankensteinian monster of so many disparate parts be a shambling ungainly mess? You would think so, But strangely this thing works and feels like a single organic whole. The original Jin Rou was an orphan and street urchin from Crimson Crucible City. At the age of 12, he was taken in by a vagrant old man living in the slums, named Shen Yu, who taught him how to write, as well as the mystical art of cultivation. At some indeterminate point in time, his master and adoptive grandfather abandoned him, not before telling him to seek out the Cloudy Sword Sect.Instead of a lifetime of battle, my biggest concerns are building a house, the size of my harvest, and the way the girl from the nearby village glares at me when I tease her. Yun Ren paused at the mention of Biyu, the crystal carver he was courting. An image of the woman’s beautiful eyes popped into his head.