"Hey, kid, what are you looking at?"
The Black Feathered Chicken asked curiously, following Chen Nan’s gaze to the ground ten meters away, its feathers bristling again as it cried out in shock, "Heavenly Punishment Demon Sword!"
Chen Nan looked at the Black Feathered Chicken. "Is that sword really that powerful?"
"Nonsense, if it weren’t for this demon sword, how could someone with Grandpa Chicken’s skills have been sealed by that bastard!" The Black Feathered Chicken seemed to remember the incident of being sealed and roared angrily.
Chen Nan asked curiously, "Who sealed you?"
"Just some son of a turtle bastard, wait until Grandpa Chicken meets him again, I must ravish his daughter a hundred times, a hundred times!"
Glancing at the angry little chicken, Chen Nan felt speechless.
This guy is now just the size of a fist, not even knowing where its little dick is, yet it’s still thinking about forcing itself on someone’s daughter. Even if the girl stripped naked and stood in front of it, could its tiny body even manage it?
If it weren’t for Su Qingqing’s presence, Chen Nan really wanted to give it a few words of discouragement.
"You blame the demon sword for being too powerful when you lack the abilities yourself."
Su Qingqing curled her lips, she was also speechless about this chicken, being narcissistic was one thing, but it also had a foul mouth, probably having lost any decency long ago.
"You little thing dare to doubt Grandpa Chicken’s abilities, believe it or not I’ll peck you to death!"
Su Qingqing couldn’t help laughing, pinching the neck of the Black Feathered Chicken with two fingers: "Little Black Chicken, you’re not even as big as my palm, who gave you the courage to call me little thing?"
Only then did the Black Feathered Chicken suddenly remember that it was no longer its former self.
"Stinky girl, let go of Grandpa Chicken’s neck, what do you know, Grandpa Chicken is comparing inner content, not size." The Black Feathered Chicken crowed loudly: "Back in the day, Grandpa Chicken I dazzled with charm, stood majestic, made thousands of little hens swoon, and was envied by countless roosters, Grandpa Chicken I..."
Chen Nan directly smashed the chicken on the ground and then stepped on it.
"Oh oh oh... kid, you dare to abuse Grandpa Chicken, Grandpa Chicken will not let you off!"
Chen Nan stomped a few more times before he grabbed it up: "Why all the nonsense, I asked you to kill that corpse king, yet you bring up little hens, do you really want me to barbecue you?"
"Hmph, put Grandpa Chicken down first."
Chen Nan let go and threw it on the ground, the Black Feathered Chicken swiftly turned its eyes, flapped its wings, and flew high into the sky, laughing wildly mid-air: "Damn it, kid, the day when Grandpa Chicken regains its strength will be when you become Grandpa Chicken’s human pet! Oh oh oh..."
The Black Feathered Chicken crowed and laughed, thinking of escaping, but just then, Chen Nan shouted loudly—
"Absorption Star Method!"
Qi Dao Ten Layers of Inner Strength surged out, generating a strong suction force, instantly pulling the Black Feathered Chicken into his palm, infuriating the fellow who screamed, "Damn it, what kind of crappy martial arts is this, damn it all!"
"This is my unique absolute skill, Chicken Catching Hand."
Chen Nan walked over and held the demon sword in his hand, saying, "Don’t even think about escaping, with your current strength, you can’t escape at all."
The Black Feathered Chicken hung its head in dejection, no longer cursing or crowing, and said despondently, "Let’s go, take Grandpa Chicken to see that crappy corpse king."
Chen Nan and Su Qingqing exchanged a smile, then turned and walked toward the White Bone Cave.
As they arrived outside the White Bone Hall, Jiang Meng was indeed still sitting there waiting, with the No. 1 War Corpse King standing motionless by his side.
"Chen Nan, you actually came out!"
Jiang Meng’s face was full of surprise; he clearly couldn’t believe that Chen Nan had walked out of the White Bone Hall alive.
The ancestral teachings of the Corpse Control Sect claimed that those who stepped into the White Bone Hall must die—could it be false?
"Old man Jiang, don’t just stand there, come over quickly! There are so many treasures inside the White Bone Hall, come over and kill me, and all of these treasures will be yours."
Chen Nan laughed heartily and gestured to Jiang Meng.
Actually, he was afraid that Jiang Meng would really come over, so he deliberately added to his doubts. After all, the Black Feathered Chicken wasn’t ready yet, and if the War Corpse King charged over, they might indeed end up with no place for their corpses.
Sure enough, Jiang Meng, who had been eager to move, suddenly stopped in his tracks upon hearing what Chen Nan said and dared not approach.
He stood a hundred meters away, keeping a wary eye on Chen Nan, ready to dash forward at any moment.
Chen Nan himself understood that such a ploy of false information couldn’t hold off for long—sooner or later, Jiang Meng would figure it out. He lowered his voice and said, "Dead chicken, what were you just talking about using the mountains, rivers, and the power of Heaven and Earth? What exactly is that? Hurry up and start."
The Black Feathered Chicken stood on Chen Nan’s palm, scanning the bones on the ground.
"This is an ancient battlefield, where once a million corpses were laid and blood flowed into rivers. There is a very intense aura of vengeful spirits among the mountains and rivers. All I need to do is to gather these resentments into the Demon Sword. Then, with one strike, it will be enough to kill this corpse king."
Chen Nan, upon hearing this, felt it was somewhat mysterious and hastily said, "Then hurry up and get on with it!"
"Place the Demon Sword on the ground."
As the Black Feathered Chicken spoke, its claws shook, and seven Yellow Banners fell to the ground, appearing out of nowhere. Glancing at Chen Nan, it commanded haughtily, "Insert these seven Yellow Banners in the positions of the Beidou Seven Stars around the Demon Sword."
As he currently needed the chicken’s help, Chen Nan didn’t bother to argue and followed its instructions to plant the Yellow Banners in the ground.
"Heavenly spirits, Earthly spirits, vengeful ghosts of the mountain, heed my command—crowd into Lord Chicken’s bowl, haha..." As it walked around, the Black Feathered Chicken’s wings flapped continuously, its appearance indescribably comical.
Su Qingqing couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
No wonder anyone who saw a little chicken dancing on the ground, ranting nonsensically, would probably find it hard to resist laughing.
Watching the chicken’s rear sway back and forth, Chen Nan felt an urge to kick it. He even began to doubt whether the chicken was deceiving him; whatever it was chanting sounded suspiciously like the ramblings of a Jianghu swindler.
After chanting for a while, the Black Feathered Chicken became increasingly unreliable and actually began crowing towards the sky.
Chen Nan couldn’t stand it any longer, "Dammit, why are you crowing at such a critical moment? Are you trying to attract the enemy’s attention? Can you hurry up already?"
"Idiot, have you ever seen a rooster that doesn’t crow?"
The Black Feathered Chicken’s remark left Chen Nan speechless. Then, continuing its chants and its crowing, it kept summoning the vengeful spirits.
Miles away, Jiang Meng suddenly heard the crowing of the chicken, and his eyebrows furrowed.
Looking intently, he noticed a big sword and seven Yellow Banners planted next to Chen Nan, with a little black chicken "dancing" there—the scene seemingly quite bizarre.
"Damn it, you dare to deceive me!"
Jiang Meng suddenly came to his senses, quickly shook the Copper Bell, and commanded the War Corpse King to charge forward: "Kill, kill them for me!"