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Chapter 163 - 83: Good Child

Chapter 163: Chapter 83: Good Child

After much deliberation by the Head Chef, it was ultimately decided to send out Jiuyue, the ace of the Imperial Dining Room, to face off against the cosmic Super Bai Yu Chicken. After all, upon rational analysis, it’s better to serve our VIP guests fox fur than to serve them nothing at all, especially since by checking the dishes more carefully before serving, we could minimize the risks.

The Head Chef of the Imperial Dining Room had no other choice. He was just a cook and didn’t want to face that terrifying cosmic creature again.

Obviously, this cosmic Bai Yu Chicken had differing views on who should be served at the dinner table. If it wasn’t for the fact that the chefs of the Imperial Dining Room practiced Mysterious Techniques generation after generation, it might not have been it, but just its cleaver left on the table.

Jiuyue went downstairs, followed by the chefs of the Imperial Dining Room, but they only dared to watch from a distance.

This delicate young lady looked like a noble from the Imperial Court, but was she up to the task?

If it weren’t for the fact that Duan Mingyuan, who was very capable and appeared to be a bodyguard, was following her, they would have never dared to let Jiuyue go down.

If the ingredients weren’t secured and the pretty little Fox Demon was eaten by the chicken, they couldn’t bear the blame if it came down from above.

Duan Mingyuan also expanded his knowledge as he followed everyone downstairs.

According to the Chambers of Commerce’s kitchen helpers, cosmic chickens are ranked, like this Bai Yu Chicken which the company classified as Fourth Rank, requiring a regular army to capture it.

Duan Mingyuan roughly estimated that this chicken had at least mid-level official abilities, which meant more than ninety percent of the teachers and students in the academy couldn’t beat a chicken, and within the entire Royal Family, only the Elder Princess and the Second Prince might be able to discuss who should be on the table with this Bai Yu Chicken.

And indeed, the cosmic Bai Yu Chicken did seem to have the abilities of a mid-level official.

A body three stories high went without saying, plus it had nine heads, necks long like pufferfish, making Jiuyue’s mouth water.

The little fox usually loved gnawing on chicken necks, the kind with skin on them. She would often turn chicken necks into snacks and take them out for a nibble during long car rides, a small bag lasting her an entire afternoon.

The Super Bai Yu Chicken glared menacingly at the sight of Jiuyue, even though its mouth was sealed, it still emitted a sharp screeching sound.

The company’s kitchen helpers explained that the chicken could spew fire, lightning, wind blades, shards of ice, and other attacks, with each head controlling a different natural element. It was ferociously aggressive with a strong sense of territory; any creature that intruded upon its territory would be chased and killed. Nonetheless, its meat, being firm and succulent, had become one of the most sought-after ingredients in the universe.

Although the company’s team had sealed its mouth after capturing it, the Super Bai Yu Chicken was still far stronger than the average person; if it charged with full force, it could knock a truck flying.

So Jiuyue walked straight toward the cage.

The Head Chef’s eyes bulged. Ten minutes ago, he too had walked up to the Super Bai Yu Chicken thinking he was someone significant, but the Bai Yu Chicken immediately made him realize he was nothing at all.

He was just shaken by the Bai Yu Chicken through the bars and flew more than ten meters away.

The Head Chef estimated the difference in weight between himself and Jiuyue, thinking that the fox would be knocked flying at least thirty meters.

The Bai Yu Chicken repeated its tactics, ferociously slamming into the cage again.

Upon seeing this, the chefs cried out in alarm; the cage violently shook as if it could be breached by the massive creature at any moment.

But immediately after, they noticed something unusual.

The Super Bai Yu Chicken staggered while retreating, one of its heads drooping down, blood flowing down a bone-deep knife wound. Jiuyue, who had reached the cage, held a round bucket and soothingly said in a gentle voice, "Good kid, don’t struggle, the more you struggle the more it hurts."

Her voice was charming and pleasant, full of maternal glory, yet it sent shivers down their spines.

The door of the cage was simply opened.

The Super Bai Yu Chicken tried to struggle but suddenly slipped and fell. The drooping head, as if by fate, fell into Jiuyue’s hands. Jiuyue caressed the head of the Bai Yu Chicken, covered its eyes with the delicate skin of her palm, and blood flowed into the bucket.

At this moment, the chefs finally understood the weight of the words "professional chicken killer."

Particularly the kitchen staff of the company, among them, someone had already taken out their phone and captured this visually shocking scene.

They had seen the company’s assembly line process these super Bai Yu chickens, and after returning them to the ingredient reserve center, to prevent personnel casualties, all slaughtering was carried out by machines—specifically designed to efficiently process these dangerous ingredients, the slaughtering robots were developed.

Those robots were more than ten meters tall, equipped with cutting-edge weapons.

Yet, in Jiuyue’s hands was, from beginning to end, an ordinary kitchen knife, which with just a slight swing, was enough to make a Bai Yu chicken’s head droop down.

The continuously screeching noise, and the sharp bird beaks pecking towards Jiuyue, in their eyes seemed like a naughty child throwing a tantrum at his mother, with the mother only wearing an indulgent smile, kneeling on the ground, allowing the child to lie on her lap, lulling it to sleep.

The chefs present had slaughtered countless chickens in their lifetimes, yet they had never thought that the act of killing a chicken itself could actually make one feel a sense of warmth and healing.

The kitchen knife once again lightly swept across, and the naughty, noisy child was healed, its last head drooping down, quietly closing its eyes, forever falling asleep on the lap pillow.

The child had bled seven buckets of blood.

The head chef of the Imperial Dining Room unconsciously touched his own neck, as he had watched more closely than others; he observed that Jiuyue had made just nine cuts, each one precise, even the position and depth of the knife wounds were consistent. Thinking back to how he had strongly opposed Jiuyue entering the kitchen moments ago...

He admitted, his voice had been a bit loud just now, and too hasty, without due consideration.

The head chef even wondered, if they let the Prime Monarch use his exquisitely peerless Sword Control Technique to slaughter this Bai Yu chicken, he might not necessarily do better than Jiuyue.

Why is this?

The Prime Monarch’s end was near, yet now everyone’s swordsmanship seemed to surpass that of the Prime Monarch.

What followed was an even more startling sight for the chefs.

After lulling the mischievous Bai Yu chicken to sleep, Jiuyue hung the kitchen knife, which hadn’t even been stained by a drop of dirty blood, on the cage, and arranged the seven buckets in a row. Then, under the gaze of all the onlookers, whose eyes were about to pop out, she picked up the white, fluffy feathers on the child’s chest and started dragging it towards the door.

Yes, they hadn’t seen wrong.

This fox girl, whose slender arms and legs seemed to struggle to carry a bucket of water, was moving a ten-meter-large cosmic monster.

"What are you standing around for? The banquet is about to start. Plucking the feathers and blanching take time. If you don’t start now, it will be too late," Jiuyue said.

Her eyes were warm and innocent, and at this point, she felt wholly satisfied.

Yet the reaction of the Imperial Dining Room’s chefs was quite odd; how come they all looked like novices who had never killed a chicken before?

What kind of look was that?

It was just killing a chicken, yet they acted as if they had committed murder.

"Jiuyue, here," Duan Mingyuan pointed to the corner of Jiuyue’s mouth, where a drop of blood had splattered, gleaming against her rouge-stained lips.

So Jiuyue, in front of everyone, extended her tongue and licked the drop of blood into her mouth.

"What a good child," she closed her eyes, speaking with feeling, "To come to this planet, I truly have endured quite a bit."