Cultivation: Starting from a Fighting Cock

Chapter 133 The Python Demon Departs
Seeing that the two cultivators from Xunyang Sect did not seem as fierce and rude as they appeared, Master Zhao kindly wanted to give them a warning.

The cultivator named Tang Ze smiled and indicated that it was alright, as he had plenty of ways to deal with the demonic beasts.

The two then entered the monkey mountain and never came out again.

More and more people from other places are coming to Wuzhen.

Meanwhile, news spread that two groups of cultivators had perished on Monkey Mountain, and these outsiders were no longer so reckless, becoming somewhat wary of Monkey Mountain.

People began to visit the Zhao residence, all inquiring about matters related to Zhao Kun.

The Wang Family Martial Arts School also receives many visitors.

The members of the Green Bamboo Gang and the Roaring Snake Gang were all well-behaved and obedient, like quails. No one was foolish enough to provoke these "outsiders".

"In my opinion, these outsiders are mostly Foundation Establishment cultivators, or at the very least, Qi Refining Ninth Level. And these are just the ones on the surface, here to test the situation in Wuzhen. In secret, there are probably Golden Core cultivators watching them!"

Cui Sheng revealed his conjecture.

He returned to help the day after the incident at the Zhao family residence, and is currently discussing the current situation with the Zhao family members.

The Nascent Soul Immortal Treasury is extremely tempting to Golden Core cultivators; these Foundation Establishment Immortal Masters are merely there to pave the way.

Zhao Qian asked, "I wonder what level the mountain god of Monkey Mountain is at, and whether he can protect our ancestor?"

The villagers of Wuzhen all know that there is a monster acting as the mountain god on Monkey Mountain, but they only know that the mountain god is extremely powerful, but they do not know just how powerful it is.

Previously, Zhao Qian believed that the third-tier red-haired monkey demon he saw in Python Mountain was the mountain god.

Looking back now, that's definitely not the case. A third-tier monkey demon is only equivalent to a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the human race. How could it have killed two groups of Foundation Establishment cultivators in the mountains?

Master Zhao rolled his eyes at him, thinking to himself, "You brat, you still have the mind to worry about that Nascent Soul Ancestor?"

Master Zhao closed his eyes tightly and said, "I'm an old man, I've lived long enough. Let them do whatever they want. When I die, it's just a matter of being covered with a handful of yellow earth."

He was still grieving over Madam Zhao's passing and had no reason to fear death. Therefore, he thought, "Whatever kind of foundation you are, do whatever you want."

"I'm even less afraid of my ghostly appearance; killing me would only help me find liberation!"

Seeing Master Zhao say this, Second Master Zhao got excited and said that he was even less afraid of death. He only had one head that could still move, so what was there to be afraid of?

However, after a while, his stubbornness subsided, his voice softened, and he said:
“We old folks are no match for you, but Qian’er and Yan’er are still so young, they have to live!”

Zhao Yan, in particular, glanced at Ji Cheng and said, "Er Gou, take Yan'er and leave Wuzhen."

Everyone knows how dangerous it is to be in the center of a vortex. Fortunately, the outsiders who visited the Zhao family these past two days did not kill innocent people.

However, there's no guarantee that there won't be cultivators who treat human life like dirt in the future, and who could easily kill them as easily as stepping on a few ants.

Cui Sheng nodded, saying it was a good idea, and he didn't want Ji Cheng to stay in this dangerous Wuzhen any longer.

"No, Father, what will happen to you if I leave?"

Zhao Yan shook her head vigorously, her eyes filled with unwavering determination.

Given the current state of the Zhao family, it's impossible for her to abandon her family and leave alone. If she's going to die, she wants the whole family to die together.

Ji Cheng remained silent.

He was considering leaving Wuzhen, and he could take Zhao Yan with him. But what he was worried about was the same as what Zhao Yan was worried about: what would happen to the rest of Zhao Erye and the others after he and Zhao Yan left?
Now that all the servants of the Zhao family have left, even finding food is a problem, let alone taking care of a useless person like Master Zhao.

"Wang!"

Big Yellow barked, as if to say, "You're gone, but Big Yellow is still here."

Seeing how loyal Da Huang was, Master Zhao smiled, but there were tears in his eyes.

Whether Ji Cheng and Zhao Yan will leave or not is still undecided.

at night.

Ji Cheng vaguely sensed that some figures were moving in the shadows.

Under these circumstances, Dahuang and Xiaohua definitely wouldn't dare to come out, as Ji Cheng hadn't yet told them about Aniu's departure.

As night deepened, he transformed into a peregrine falcon and swiftly flew away from Wuzhen, heading towards Mangshan Mountain.

He possesses the secrets of "The Heavenly Rooster Must Not Be Revealed" and "Hidden Killing of the Rooster," allowing him to operate in the shadows without fear of being discovered.

Soon, he flew over Python Mountain and discovered that there were signs of a fight on the mountain.

His heart tightened, and he searched everywhere for Lao Bai's whereabouts.

After flying more than eighty miles away from Python Mountain, Ji Cheng finally found the python demon. He leaped down and identified himself: "Old Bai, it's me!"

The python demon's tense nerves finally relaxed, and its cold eyes softened considerably.

Ji Cheng noticed that Lao Bai had several sword wounds, but fortunately they were not too serious, so he asked what happened.

Old Bai lowered his voice and replied, "Brother Chicken, this afternoon at Shenshi (3-5 PM), a Foundation Establishment cultivator arrived at Mangshan on his sword, claiming to be from the Golden Light Sect. He wanted to kill me. I fought him fiercely but was no match for him. Fortunately, another cultivator arrived at that time. I overheard their conversation and learned that the newcomer was a disciple of Feixia Mountain. The two of them started fighting as soon as they got a word in edgewise. I managed to escape while they were fighting."

The python demon was in grave danger today, almost having its head severed by a single sword strike.

"Golden Light Sect? Flying Cloud Mountain? These are two of the five major sects in Qiongzhou!"

Ji Cheng's heart sank. The cultivators who came to Wuzhen this time were really not simple. He wondered if the other three major sects, the Three Immortals Cave, the Demon Forging Sect, and the One Sword Sect, had sent anyone.
"Mangshan is too dangerous, I dare not go back." The python demon said. It only takes a few minutes for those Foundation Establishment cultivators to travel from Wuzhen to Mangshan. If it continues to stay in Mangshan, it will only be courting death and will be killed sooner or later.

As for Wuzhen, it dared not go there at all. It could sense that there were far too many powerful people in Wuzhen at this time, and the number of people who could kill it could not be counted on one hand.

"Old Bai, you should go now, to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons," Ji Cheng said.

He understood the python demon's intentions. After emerging from seclusion, the python demon chose to remain in Wuzhen, hoping to help Ji Cheng at a crucial moment.

But given the current situation in Wuzhen, the python demon's combat power is completely insufficient. Staying here won't help much, and it will only put itself in great danger.

"But what about you?"

The python demon's cold eyes widened slightly, somewhat reluctant to leave its companions behind.

“Aniu has left. Now it’s just me, Dahuang, and Xiaohua in Wuzhen. Xiaohua has the ancestor behind her, so there’s no need to worry. Dahuang is guarding the Zhao family and doesn’t want to leave. As for me, I should also leave Wuzhen soon.”

Ji Cheng told the python demon not to linger, as this place was not suitable for a long stay. He urged them to leave while they could, otherwise they might not be able to leave later.

The python demon was heavy-hearted. It understood the reasoning, but it deeply regretted not being able to see Ah Niu, Da Huang, and Xiao Hua one last time.

Ji Cheng laughed and said, "Given the current situation in Wuzhen, if you want to see Da Huang and Xiao Hua, you'll probably have to risk your life."

He added, "Don't hesitate, set off immediately. We will surely meet again in the future."

"Alright, Brother Chicken, then I'll head to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons first and establish a base for you. You must come find me there in the future!"

Old Bai didn't hesitate. It knew that Ji Cheng was right, and that even a quarter of an hour's delay could lead to unforeseen changes.

"By the way, Lao Bai, leave me a few drops of your essence blood; I need it."

"Okay, is five drops enough?"

"enough."

Ji Cheng took out a jade bottle, and Lao Bai left five drops of his essence blood without hesitation.

"Take care of yourself!"

"Take care of yourself!"

The two demons exchanged a glance, wished each other well, and then Ji Cheng watched the python demon's figure disappear into the distance.

The mountains and forests fell silent, autumn leaves covered the ground, presenting a desolate scene under the moonlight.

Ji Cheng silently flew over Lao Bai for more than a hundred miles to confirm that Lao Bai was safe before flying back to Wuzhen.

Back at the Cui family home, Ji Cheng couldn't help but feel a little dejected.

In the blink of an eye, Ah Niu and the python demon had both left Wuzhen. Ji Cheng thought to himself that he should also think about where he should go next.

He's now surrounded by treasures and has a bright future ahead of him; he can't afford to die in Wuzhen without a clear reason.

The next day, early in the morning.

Ji Cheng went to the street to buy breakfast for Zhao Yan and Second Master Zhao, and took the opportunity to observe which new faces from other places had appeared.

Nearly a hundred people from other places have come to Wuzhen now.

These are the ones who have shown themselves; there are also many more who are hiding in the shadows, and the exact number is unknown.

"This bowl of noodles tastes good, and the spicy chicken slices are more fragrant than elsewhere."

While buying steamed buns, Ji Cheng noticed a middle-aged swordsman eating noodles in the shop, along with a small bowl of spicy chicken slices.

Judging from his attire and speech, this person doesn't seem like a master at all; he seems more like a seasoned gourmand who knows a lot about life.

In addition, before starting to eat, he took out a silver-haired rat from his pocket and asked the rat to sniff it to confirm that the food was not poisonous before he began to eat.

Noticing Ji Cheng's gaze, the middle-aged swordsman asked, "Young brother, do you know why the spicy chicken slices at this shop taste better than those elsewhere?"

Ji Cheng thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe the boss used meat from fighting roosters."

"cockfighting?"

"Yes, Wuzhen has a cockfighting tradition of over a thousand years. It is famous for cockfighting, with two large cockfighting arenas. Every day, hundreds of cockfighting cocks die. The chicken meat used by the owner may be from those dead cocks."

"I see. The meat of this fighting rooster is indeed more fragrant than that of a regular chicken."

The middle-aged swordsman smacked his lips, thoroughly enjoying the delicious food before him.

Ji Cheng stopped chatting with him and took the packed breakfast to leave.

Just then, a disciple from the Niu Family Martial Arts School passed by, saw Ji Cheng, and came over to greet him, saying, "Senior Brother Er Gou, why haven't you been to the martial arts school these past few days?"

Ji Cheng smiled and glanced at him: "Your master is gone, what's the point of going to the martial arts school?"

"A new master has arrived at the martial arts school, even more skilled than Master Niu. He said he seems to be from... the Demon Forging Sect?"

The disciple spoke with great enthusiasm, his eyebrows dancing. "I heard that's a major sect. If we could get guidance from that master, it would be equivalent to several years of hard training!"

(End of this chapter)