Chapter 107: Big and White, Fragrant and Delicious!

"Wow, speaking of red chickens, here they are! And so many of them! I won't hold back!" Fu Shi excitedly pulled back her bow and loosed an arrow at a plump red chicken, successfully taking down the first prey.

"My turn☆!" Sirin summoned several spears and hurled them at the red chickens.

As a few red chickens fell, the rest began to realize what was happening. The mountain echoed with frantic clucking as the chickens scattered in all directions in a panic.

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"Why does this feel off? These red chickens seem like they've been domesticated," Fu Lin observed the fleeing birds. Without exception, they were all plump and round—clearly farm-raised.

"Well, there are so many of them. Losing one or two won't hurt. Chicken Boy, aren't you going to hunt a few?" Fu Shi asked excitedly, holding five crimson chickens in her hand.

"…One or two, huh? Never mind, watch me take down two with one shot."

Saying this, Fu Lin conjured a blood-red arrow using a small amount of Honkai energy. He aimed and released the arrow at his chosen targets.

The arrow struck two chickens, then disintegrated into a crimson mist, enveloping a five-meter radius.

With a loud explosion, a circular crater was left where the chickens had been. Not only had the two chickens vanished without a trace, but even the nearby ones had turned to ashes and disappeared into the air.

"Impressive! Killing so many with one shot. It's just a shame there are no bodies left," Fu Shi clapped, teasing him a little.

Fu Lin retorted, "How is this still a 'normal arrow'? It's more like a 'bomb arrow'!"

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After a thorough sweep by the Herrscher of Knowledge and the Herrscher of the Void, one-third of the crimson chickens were gone. Satisfied, the three returned to the mountain with their spoils.

All that was left behind was a scene of devastation and a flock of terrified crimson chickens.

"What on earth...?" Yae Sakura stared at the pile of crimson chickens the trio carried, momentarily at a loss for words.

Because there were just so many of them...

"Don't worry, if we can't finish them, I can store them away. They won't rot or spoil," Fu Lin quickly explained, knowing they might have overdone it.

"That's good. I'll go handle these first," Yae Sakura said, taking three chickens and heading to what looked like a kitchen.

"Let me, Wutong, help you!" Wutong offered eagerly.

"Finally, we can have a proper feast tonight… I just hope Wutong's cooking is better this time," Fu Shi stretched, recalling last night's roast chicken with a shudder. It was truly inedible.

Fu Lin sat on a small stool, cracking sunflower seeds silently. But the resentful look in his eyes betrayed his thoughts.

Meanwhile, in the consciousness space, Kiana suddenly asked Sirin a question she had been pondering, "Sirin, can your brother cook?"

Sirin bit her finger, trying hard to recall her past with her brother. After a moment, she said slowly, "...My brother's steamed buns were delicious—big, white, fragrant, soft, and sweet."

(Fu Lin, 'Thank you for the compliment, but those buns were store-bought.')

Of course, Fu Lin had no idea that Sirin was conversing with Kiana at this moment, nor did he realize he had narrowly avoided criticism.

After thinking for a while, Kiana concluded, "I see... Seems I was overthinking. Fu Lin's cooking is just plain awful—completely inedible, let alone tasty."

Sirin's eyes widened in shock. "Was it similar to the roast chicken that knocked me out last night? That was truly terrifying."

Kiana, "..."

Some time later...

"Everyone, the chicken soup is ready," Wutong called, setting a pot of soup on the table. She ran back to the kitchen to fetch bowls and utensils.

"Just in time—nothing beats a good bowl of chicken soup when you're parched. Yae Sakura's cooking is impressive; I'll have to ask her for some tips to improve my skills," Fu Lin said, setting aside the sunflower seeds and taking a sip of soup.

"Compared to my brother, Yae Sakura still falls short," Sirin declared solemnly after tasting the soup.

Yae Sakura, Please don't compare my cooking to his, thank you.

"You... sigh, forget it," Fu Shi gave Sirin a strange look and sighed.

While everyone was enjoying the feast, things were far less peaceful at the spot where Fu Lin and the others had hunted the crimson chickens.

A figure stood there, staring at the devastation, shouting in despair, "You animals! Animals!"

"Which scoundrel did this to my domesticated crimson chickens?!"

"If I catch you—!"

"Oh my heart, my heart!"

Perhaps unable to accept what had happened, the person leaned against a tree and fainted. If Fu Lin were there, he would have recognized him as the owner of the restaurant at the foot of the mountain.

As Fu Lin gnawed on a drumstick, he scratched his head and asked, "Did any of you hear someone shouting earlier?"

Fu Shi replied, "Why bother? If you don't eat now, Higokumaru will finish it all."

"No worries. If we run out, we'll eat Higokumaru," Fu Lin waved it off.

Higokumaru, clutching a drumstick, hid behind Yae Sakura and peeked out, exclaiming, "Bad guy!"