Li Qing sat by a small bonfire in the village square, nursing a cup of weak tea and trying to process his situation.
“So let me get this straight…” he muttered to himself, staring into the flickering flames. “I transmigrated. Got a system that makes people misunderstand everything I do. I’m still weak as hell. And apparently, I’ve already earned a reputation as some immortal ancestor.”
He took a sip of his tea.
It tasted like boiled socks.
Li Qing sighed.
“I just wanted a nap and a snack…”
Ding!
[Cultivation Points +500: Villagers perceive Host’s sigh as a sorrowful lament upon witnessing the mortal world's fleeting nature.]
Li Qing nearly spat his tea. “System, can you stop doing that?!”
Silence.
He really needed to figure out how this thing worked.
Enter the Rooster
Just as Li Qing was contemplating escaping this chicken-brained village at dawn, a loud, aggressive cluck echoed through the square.
A massive rooster strutted into view, its crimson comb standing tall like a crown, eyes gleaming with malevolent intelligence.
It was nearly the size of a pig.
Li Qing blinked. “Is… is that thing normal-sized for this world?”
The village elder gasped. “T-t-the Demon Chicken King…!”
“What.”
“The fierce guardian spirit of our village! No outsider has ever dared cross its path and lived!”
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The other villagers trembled, some hiding behind trees, others murmuring prayers.
Li Qing looked at the rooster.
The rooster looked at Li Qing.
A tense silence filled the air.
Then — for absolutely no reason Li Qing could comprehend — the rooster let out a deafening crow, flapped its wings, and charged at him like a feathery ball of fury.
“W-WAIT, WHY ME?!”
Ding!
[Cultivation Points +1000: Host engages in battle with a sacred beast. Villagers perceive this as a test of divine strength.]
Li Qing’s brain short-circuited.
“I'm not fighting a chicken!”
But it was too late. The rooster leaped at him, beak first.
Panicking, Li Qing grabbed the nearest object — a stick — and swung it wildly.
It accidentally smacked the rooster right on its crimson comb.
The rooster froze.
Then, with a dramatic plop, it keeled over onto its back, legs twitching in the air.
Dead.
The village fell silent.
Even the wind stopped blowing.
Li Qing stared at the stick in his hand. “Uh… did I win?”
Ding!
[Cultivation Points +5000: Host defeats a sacred beast with a single blow. Village morale increased. System recognizes this as the Chicken-Slaying Heavenly Technique.]
“…You’re making this up.”
The Legend Grows
The village head immediately knelt. “Immortal Ancestor’s strength defies comprehension! Even the Demon Chicken King, undefeated for a hundred years, fell in one strike!”
The villagers erupted into cheers.
“Ancestor Li is invincible!”
“Our village shall prosper forever!”
“Marry my daughter, esteemed senior!”
Li Qing paled. “N-no thanks, I, uh, have a cultivation journey ahead!”
Ding!
[Cultivation Points +2000: Host’s refusal seen as a noble rejection of mortal attachments in pursuit of the Dao.]
Li Qing facepalmed.
“This is getting out of hand.”
He couldn’t stay here any longer.
The Great Escape
The next morning, before dawn, Li Qing packed up a small bundle of steamed buns (against his better judgment) and slipped out of the village.
The path led into a misty forest, where eerie howls echoed through the trees.
“Alright, Li Qing,” he muttered. “Time to find a proper sect, maybe figure out how to actually cultivate, and preferably avoid chickens.”
He glanced at the system tab in his mind.
Cultivation Realm:
Mortal Level 1 (Trash-tier)
Cultivation Points:
14,300
“…What the hell am I supposed to do with these points? System, are you ever going to explain?”
The system remained mute.
Typical.
Ding!
[System Tip: Host should continue accumulating misunderstandings. New function unlocks at 20,000 points.]
Li Qing sighed. “Figures.”
He tightened his robes and trudged into the mist.
Unbeknownst to him, the forest beasts lurking nearby were already trembling, sensing an “unfathomable aura” from the clueless traveler.
And thus, the legend of the “Heaven-Defying Chicken Slayer” began to spread.