Watch out Chicken

careful chicken

Where a transmigrator decides the only winning move is to get out of evasion.

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Lu Ri looked at the disciple. The boy had an arm in a sling, black eyes, and several other wounds littering his body. Pretty sad sight, everything is told.

“You want to leave the sect?” He asked, repeating the request of his students..

“Yes, Senior Sister,” said the disciple. “This Jin Rou ability is lacking, and I was defeated by someone else who was two years younger than me. I will leave before I bring even greater embarrassment to this Cloudy Sword Sect.”

Lu Ri almost sighed. To be honest, he was crushed by one of the inner disciples who was looking for someone to “practice” with him was a lost conclusion, even with the age difference. The older disciple considered the brown-haired boy. Indeed, Jin Rou was not strong, but she was diligent, and was always willing to perform less desirable tasks around the sect. Losing him due to his attention to detail in caring for lowly spirit herbs and potions would be a minor blow. The boy had yet to have any real training, or sect techniques.

And if this was enough to crush his spirit, and ask to leave. Then he was not meant to be a cultivator from the very beginning. This is not a place for the faint of heart.

At least he was polite enough to officially live out his disappearance, instead of just disappearing. He was the first in over three hundred years to use such courtesy, and had even given the amount that was in return to the sect to receive it, as outlined in the exact documents. Lu Ri considered trying to prevent him from leaving, but he did not feel the turmoil in the child's paltry Qi. Faith established.

“What are your intentions after leaving this place, Disciple?” he asked out of curiosity.

“I will be a farmer, Senior Brother,” replied the boy, “I have a bit of luck in growing a low spiritual herbal plant, I have a, so such a thing should be in my little talent.”

Lu Ri once again almost opposed it, hearing this madness. A mere peasant, from a boy who, though barely, graduated first from the initiation of their sect? A crushing defeat must have really made him lose his spirit. Unfortunately.

This time he breathed.

“I understand. I'll mark your departure. You are no longer our sect disciple, Jin Rou.”

Jin Rou lowered her head, and clenched her fists in front of him. “Jin Rou is grateful for your time and consideration. I will not darken the hall of the complex again.”

Lu Ri stood up, and tilted his head. “Then go to the world, Jin Rou.... and here.”.

He held back the bag of severance money to her. “I will mark it as paid in full. Perseverance and decency deserved a reward, and the sect did not need such a paltry sum. ” Maybe it's all the money the boy has. He does have some kindness on him, and Jin Rou will need the good fortune of heaven in the future.

Jin Rou looked surprised, but once again lowered her head pleading.

“May Heaven be kind to you, Lu Ri.”

And then Jin Rou left the sect.

His departure was not noticed.

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I came in the middle of the dear old Jinny-boy who was beaten by the stereotypical “tuan younger” type.

Some other disciples were good enough to drag my twitching body back to my restroom. and then rummage through some herbs as “payment”.

Eggplants.

It just really surprised me that I was on magic porcelain land as I groaned in pain. Apparently one of the bodyshots had hit poor Jin quite hard, and in the right way to stop his heart and kill him.

And even before he fell, I was pushed in. At least I got his memory, and how to use the rest of the herbs at the moment to deal the worst damage. Which was a couple of bumps and grinds, which was very painful with how many cuts I had.

Jin himself is quite respectable, I guess. He was an orphan, after his grandfather disappeared, who managed to join the sect through hard work, sort of. The entry was because one of the instructors tossed a coin when deciding his fate, because he had just passed by. Say something about heaven supporting him or bullshit.

Jin was filled with the desire to become a strong cultivator, a master among masters, and do whatever the thugs running this place did, he said, that might be considered a eggplant with a jerk. I kind of don't care about his motivation. My body now, buddy. Sorry, not sorry. The beloved old genie is basically a servant at the moment, and must perform every task that others have given him, while harboring resentment, hatred, and anxiety.

And let me tell you, I don't want that shit. I declare all fantasies and ambitions of revenge null and void. I don't want no shit. The little one who wastes my ass. And most importantly, I don't want anything to do with the politics of this world, because shit . Many lines extinguish, and kill each other for the face.

You know, standard xianxia stuff.

So I looked for a method to leave the sect when I was mobile the next day, take one of Jin's pockets of money, and go to the person in charge of these kinds of things.

I wasn't expecting to get that money bag back, but I was fine with losing that one. Jin was actually quite good at saving: He had saved up to buy some spiritual pills, having taken so many additional tasks.

But what belongs to him now belongs to me. And I'm going to get out of here, and away from all the sword formations and punches k*nt*l the great demon or whatever this thumpy chuuni is spouting

So I started traveling to Azure Hills. That was considered the weakest place, and therefore the safest on the continent.

Hope so. The cultivators usually clean the “lemah” places pretty quickly.

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I smiled at my new piece of land. It was several hills, covered by forest, and had a beautiful small river that meandered past it. It was extremely beautiful, like most places in the Red Phoenix Continent.

The land was mostly rendered useless by the city magistrate, as there were a few small monsters around, and it required a lot of cleaning, but hopefully there was nothing I could not handle.

It's also very cheap. I've got this place to steal. God, fuck the property price at home, this is where it belongs. I had considered the possibility I had been cheated, and asked the locals about this place, but no. No bad person sleeps, as far as new people. Just out of the way and more trouble than it's worth.

People also rarely descend through this road, as far away as the city, and the surrounding villages. No one is bothering me here. Just peace.

I inhaled a very clean and refreshing air, and shook my head. Enough lazing. I reached into my wagon and grabbed my axe, causing my chickens to crow irritated me and the young rooster to crow at the sudden urge.

I gave him a slight scratch under his developing pajamas, and he calmed down.

Well, it's time to work. Operation “No Bullshit Cultivator” has started!