Chapter 960: The Sorrow of the Wild Chicken

“You… you…” The Clan Leader of the Pheasant Tribe felt he was about to die of anger,

What’s up with this ghost?

Do you have to antagonize me?

Ghost!

Can’t you handle things rationally?

Whoever held a grudge against you in life, go find them.

Why come after me?

The Pheasant Tribe members looked at the Clan Leader, unsure what to say. Clan Leader, how did you end up so unlucky?

Of all people to provoke, you ended up with such a capricious ghost?

… Watching the Clan Leader and members of the Pheasant Tribe looking troubled, the little one curled a corner of her mouth, feeling joyful and pleased.

“Ghost, may I ask…”

“Hold on.” The little one called out, “You have to call me Ancestor.”

“…”

The Pheasant Tribe Clan Leader was stunned, but with no choice, he had to lower his head and call out, “Ancestor, what must I do for you to release me?”

The Pheasant Tribe Clan Leader brought the elder to the Bear Tribe, thinking his good days were about to begin.

He never expected to be entangled by a ghost—he was terrified.

Upon hearing the Clan Leader, the little one shook her head, smiling brightly with a splendid laugh,

“You want me to let you go?”

“Actually, that’s possible.”

Upon hearing this, the Pheasant Tribe Clan Leader was thrilled; as long as the ghost was willing to let them go, that would be better than anything.

“Except my demands are a bit difficult.” The little one’s voice was hoarse yet resigned.

“You… you speak freely.” The Pheasant Tribe Leader responded hastily, “As long as you don’t demand my life, it will be fine.”

“Very well, I’ll say it then.” The little one smiled sneakily, showing the kind of grin only a mischievous ghost would have: “Pluck your feathers.”

What?

The little one’s words left the Pheasant Tribe’s Clan Leader and members dumbfounded.

Wild pheasants that haven’t started cultivation are just like ordinary pheasants. If caught, they’ll be plucked,

but they’re different—they’re speaking pheasants that can cultivate.

No, ever since they were able to cultivate, they refused to acknowledge themselves as pheasants.

As for boiled pheasant or fried pheasant, the members of the Pheasant Tribe don’t relate it to themselves,

In their eyes, once they can cultivate, they belong to a different clan from ordinary pheasants—not the same beings.

“No way, we’re not pheasants, how could we be plucked?”

“Right, Ancestor, ask for something else.”

“Yes, request something else, we will definitely comply, otherwise, we’ll have no choice but to fight you.”

All at once, the Pheasant Tribe’s Clan Leader and members were furious,

Plucking feathers?

That is something only pheasants endure, yet in their view, they are not at all pheasants, why should they be plucked?

… The little one widened her eyes, earlier these large pheasants were fine, who would’ve thought? Just asking them to pluck feathers and they act like they’ve been shot with gunpowder.

Is it so hard to acknowledge one’s true self?

The little one was puzzled.

… The elder was still in the prison cart, his eyes wide open, scanning the surroundings, but he didn’t see any other figures,

His mind was filled with confusion, muttering to himself: “Usually, I don’t see ghosts, how come there’s a ghost now? Could… could it be that the Immortal Emperor, knowing about this under the spring, came to rescue me…”

The elder thought and became more convinced, feeling that this was the only possibility.

… “Ghost, since there are ghosts in this world, it means when I die, I may also become a ghost, right?”

Plucking feathers is absolutely impossible.

In this lifetime, plucking feathers is not an option.

The Pheasant Tribe’s Clan Leader thought of something—if the other one is a ghost, then it must have become a ghost after dying,

The Pheasant Tribe’s Clan Leader’s words reminded the tribe members, who called out one by one: “Yes, don’t go too far, otherwise we will become ghosts and fight you to the end.”

“Indeed, don’t go too far.”

“Be sensible, leave us now.”

“Don’t force us to become ghosts and fight you.”

Now, each of the large pheasants felt confident,

“Our well water won’t interfere with your river water.” The Pheasant Tribe’s Clan Leader chuckled, “How’s that?”

If you can live,

Of course, choose life,

Who would choose death?

Once you die, many things are no longer enjoyable.

“Not acceptable.” The little one didn’t expect this old pheasant to dare threaten her,

but found it amusing—so this is what being threatened feels like?

“You actually refuse?”

“Does that mean you want to kill us?”

While saying this, the Pheasant Tribe’s Clan Leader’s gaze became extremely fierce!

“Fine, try and kill us, and when we’re dead, we’ll become ghosts too—let’s see if you’ll be scared of so many ghosts!”

The Pheasant Tribe’s Clan Leader immediately looked at a tribe member,

“After you die, become a ghost and fight him.”

After dying, can one become a ghost?

The Pheasant Tribe’s Clan Leader wasn’t one hundred percent sure, and now, he needed someone to test it.

“Well…”

That member hesitated, unsure if he should agree, but before finishing his sentence, the Clan Leader’s claw struck out swiftly, snapping the member’s neck in the blink of an eye.

“Did you become a ghost?” After a while, the Clan Leader inquired,

But it was empty, with no one responding.

“Useless, useless.” The little one decided to tease these foolish chickens some more, saying, “Only people become ghosts when they die, as for chickens dying? That’s just dead, it’s pointless.”

What?

The Pheasant Tribe’s Clan Leader and members were stunned, seven-tenths believing the little one,

In the next moment,

“Ah!”

“Oh heavens.”

Suddenly, the Pheasant Tribe’s Clan Leader looked at The Firmament and screamed in anguish: “We were born as pheasants, already starting inferior to humans, how come we also fall short in death and can’t become ghosts like humans?”

“Why do you look down on my Pheasant Tribe? No, my Beast Clan, like this—so unimpressed!”

The Pheasant Tribe members cried mournfully, each of them on the verge of tears—how did things end up like this?

Thinking about it, Pheasant Tribe members felt the heavens were unjust,

“Alright, next, you can die.” The little one chirped,

Harming others personally?

This was something the little one still couldn’t do,

But,

That doesn’t mean there’s no way.

“Kill, come kill.” The Pheasant Tribe Clan Leader screamed wildly: “I want to see how a ghost kills.”

He,

Curses the heavens for being unjust,

But doesn’t believe that no matter what, he can’t outwit a ghost?

Ghosts are illusive, but when they kill, they should be tangible, right?

As long as it’s tangible, there must be a way to solve it.

But at this moment, the little one made a move using the ability of the beast Silver Spirit Child—

Illusion Technique.

One Pheasant Tribe member was immediately caught in an illusion; in the illusion, he saw himself die, reincarnate, and become human.

Then, he saw a dish—roast pheasant.

“In my past life, I was a pheasant, but now I’m human. I wonder what pheasant tastes like; I’ve never tried it.”

Thinking this, the Pheasant Tribe member approached the Clan Leader, opening his mouth to take a bite.