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Chapter 950 - Chapter 950 Chapter 603 It Must Be the Egg Production Thats

Chapter 950: Chapter 603: It Must Be the Egg Production That’s Decreased_2 Chapter 950: Chapter 603: It Must Be the Egg Production That’s Decreased_2 “Choosing such a frail eunuch, can he take care of anyone?!”

Up in the attic.

The stunningly beautiful woman furrowed her brows, her expression suddenly becoming somewhat awkward. She had advised and warned countless times, never expecting that her precious son would completely ignore her words and actually choose such a frail monk.

Especially since the man’s skin was too fair and his fingers too delicate, his appearance was just like… just like a woman’s…

This… Could her own child possibly have such inclinations?!

This absolutely cannot happen, absolutely not.

The beautiful woman was so anxious she wanted to directly scold the King of Reincarnation, but her lips parted and ultimately, she made no sound.

With the Zhou Emperor present, if she rashly spoke up to intervene and criticize, it would not only be an act of rudeness but also an overstepping of propriety and decorum, for which she would be punished.

Although she was esteemed as the Mistress, she was nothing before the rules of etiquette.

Her son had already lost face in front of the Zhou Emperor, she could not afford to do the same.

…

Seeing that the Little Prince had actually chosen him, the fair-skinned young eunuch’s eyes imperceptibly widened and trembled, suddenly unable to stop from becoming moist and flushed.

He had originally thought that with his appearance, he would be left until the last, and although he would eventually be chosen by the young master, he would be ranked last and receive fewer monthly allowances.

He had become a eunuch because there were too many mouths to feed at home, and he couldn’t bear to see his younger brothers and sisters starve.

And now, he had never imagined that the Little Prince would take a liking to him at first sight, filling his heart with unstoppable gratitude.

“Thank you, young master. Your servant hereafter will climb mountains of swords and descend into seas of flames for Our Emperor and the young master, even if it means sacrificing my own pitiful life!”

The young eunuch fell to the ground with a thump, first heavily kowtowing three times to the Zhou Emperor, then again to Zhou Xuanyi, expressing his gratitude.

Throughout it all, the man in the attic remained silent, even appearing somewhat disinterested.

“This old Emperor, merely a mortal, is quite shrewd with numerous other plans in mind!”

Jiang Hui’s lips revealed a smile, oddly feeling as though he were watching a palace drama.

Although the beautiful woman was the Mistress, and the King of Reincarnation was nominally the eldest son, Jiang Hui could tell that the great Zhou Emperor was not fond of him and wanted to pass the throne to someone else…

The King of Reincarnation was unlikely to swallow this insult.

The opponent chose to turn toward the mortal dynasty, becoming the son of the Mistress, mainly to legitimately dispatch people to scavenge resources for cultivation after succeeding to the throne.

But the best-laid plans oft go awry.

The plan was good, but unfortunately, it could not proceed as smoothly as hoped.

He continued to watch; although quite some time had passed in the scene, in the Immortal Domain, Jiang Hui hadn’t even blinked.

…

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Liu Village, birds chirping, flowers fragrant, mountains lush, endlessly layered, amidst the wilderness, a mist continuously surged, twining around the mountains.

Nearby, sparse wisps of cooking smoke hung over the tranquil Liu Village, resembling a flowing landscape painting, adding a touch of warmth and vibrant life to the peaceful evening.

Beyond several immensely majestic mountains, lay a spacious hill.

The hill was so vast that it seemed more like an endless prairie than a hill.

It was covered with verdant grass as tender as emerald, densely packed, completely enveloping the area like a green ocean.

Especially when the breeze came, the grass swayed low, resembling the rippling waves in the sea, very spectacular.

The reason it was called a hill was because one could vaguely see the outlines of towering peaks surrounding it.

At the necessary path leading to this hill stood a stele about two to three people tall.

Engraved on it in golden large characters was–

Bird Hill.

This was the place in Liu Village specifically for breeding chickens, ducks, geese, and some other precious spiritual and immortal birds.

It was also the main turf of the God Flame Man.

The closer one got to this place, even from a distance, one could still distinctly hear the continuous calls and quacks of a flock of birds.

This is the poultry area of Liu Village, occupying a considerable area, almost equivalent to an entire ancient life star, specially designated for this purpose.

The lush grasses growing on the ground were not ordinary. They were Spirit Grass sprouted from a dragon egg by Jiang Hui. In Liu Village, these were common and everywhere, but outside, they were quite precious, even the divine birds and immortal fowl loved to eat them.

The villagers naturally did not need so many chickens, ducks, and geese, as they couldn’t eat them all. The main reason they kept so many was to honor Little Black’s face.

After successfully evolving into the Netherworld Emperor Python, Little Black’s appetite increased greatly, consuming both Ferocious Beast meat and ordinary poultry without discrimination. Old man Lin hence waved his hand and specifically designated this area for that purpose.

Upon sensing Jiang Hui’s summoning, God Flame Man dared not delay for a moment. Hastily putting down the work in his hands and dusting off his body, he hurriedly ran up.

God Flame Man was dressed in a gray-black cloak, specifically used for labor, on which one could faintly see traces of poultry droppings; it was somewhat dirty and disordered.

It wasn’t out of disrespect for Jiang Hui that he did this on purpose.

It was just that there was no way around it, as he dealt with those chickens, ducks, and geese all day long. One or two were manageable, but the village had at least tens of millions of poultry, unimaginable.

Even the cleanest clothes would get dirty quickly, so he didn’t bother to prepare extra clothes. When tired, he would simply find a mountain nook to sleep in; it was not cold in the village, and it was safer, but also comfortable.

Jiang Hui followed God Flame Man’s gaze towards the man.

His gaze was calm, gentle as water, without a ripple, but deeper down, there was a change imperceptible to ordinary people.

Nearly a hundred thousand years.

This fellow had been dutifully guarding those poultry all this time, daily responsible for distributing their feed, managing droppings…

He was indeed obedient.

Thinking this, Jiang Hui felt somewhat apologetic.

“Lord Willow God above, are you seeking this lowly one?”

Beneath the stone steps.

God Flame Man knelt on the bluestone slab, extremely respectful, with some anxious speculation in his heart.

Feeling that imposing aura from above, he was extremely nervous, not daring to breathe even slightly.

That invisible pressure, though not targeting him, still made God Flame Man feel as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him.

The man pursed his lips, and swallowed subconsciously, very nervous, unsure why this high and mighty being would specifically summon him alone?

He had just carefully glanced around to the sides, there really was no one else, just him.

Heaven have mercy.

Even though he had been brought into Liu Village for such a long time, during those long nights, he had only caught a glimpse of the village’s supreme existence on his first day there.

Now, tens of thousands of years later, it was the second time.

For a moment, the man’s heart was melancholic, unable to stop his thoughts from whirling.

All this time, although he had diligently taken care of the village’s chickens, ducks, and geese every day, if one spoke of merit, there was none, perhaps only hard labor could be considered.

But in this village, did hard labor matter?

Since there was no merit, naturally there wouldn’t be any kind of reward. Is calling me here a punishment?

Could it be that the meat quality of the chickens, ducks, and geese I raised has deteriorated? Or has the egg production dropped?!

God Flame Man pondered this, his pupils dramatically narrowing, sharp as pinpoints.

It must be this…

But,

Lord so high above, busy with thousands of affairs daily, would he have time to bother about such trivial matters?

Yet he suddenly recalled Village Chief Lin once cautioning him never to underestimate the breeding of these chickens, ducks, and geese, as it mattered greatly.

There’s no small matter, and even the smallest task, if not handled with care, may not be looked upon favorably.

He felt these might be trivial issues, and that must be because his own spiritual insight and understanding were lacking, unable to perceive the deeper meanings hidden within.

“Lord, please forgive me, this lowly one has been diligent in my duties, worried my skills might be lacking, I have lived directly in the poultry area, daily shoveling manure, feeding, cleaning… I have not dared to slack off or neglect anything, but I really can’t understand why suddenly the meat quality of these chickens, ducks, and geese has deteriorated, and their egg production has dropped…”

God Flame Man said, tears and snot streaming down his face.