"You damn pig-head, who do you think you are, daring to compare yourself to this Chicken Ancestor? This Chicken Ancestor has lived for more than thirty thousand years!"

The Scab Chicken shot the Pig Emperor a look, its tone filled with arrogance.

At the same time, it grumbled to itself, ’I can’t even get a decent meal? This human kid is way too stingy!’

"Heh, a mere thirty thousand years. And you’re so proud of it." The Pig Emperor sneered, looking at the Scab Chicken with an expression of utter disdain.

Although its inherited memories were in a chaotic state, this didn’t prevent the Pig Emperor from understanding parts of its own past.

By reading some of these shattered memory fragments, the Pig Emperor knew it was by no means a creature of this era, much less a native of this continent.

The years it had lived could not be measured in mere tens of thousands. No one knew just how ancient it was.

So, while the Scab Chicken’s thirty thousand years might be shocking to others, in the Pig Emperor’s eyes, it was utterly insignificant.

"Jealousy! You’re just jealous of this Chicken Ancestor!"

The Scab Chicken turned its face away, showing the Pig Emperor the back of its head. It then looked eagerly at Mo Qi, pulled an egg out of nowhere, and offered it to him with a fawning expression.

"Little Master, this is the egg I’m offering you today. Are you pleased with it?"

Mo Qi’s expression had been dark—this wretched chicken was just too much, spouting endless nonsense—but the moment he saw the egg it produced, his face instantly brightened.

On the surface, the egg the Scab Chicken produced looked quite ordinary, no different from a normal egg.

But the Life Aura it contained was incredibly rich, and it pulsed with a unique form of Energy.

Although he hadn’t cooked it yet, Mo Qi knew the medicinal properties of this egg were in no way inferior to an Immortal Level Spirit Medicine. In fact, it was likely several tiers more potent than your average Immortal Level Spirit Medicine.

’A thirty-thousand-year-old chicken is truly extraordinary,’ he thought. ’It hasn’t disappointed me.’

"Excellent! Absolutely excellent!" Mo Qi was overjoyed.

Seeing this, the Scab Chicken smugly shook its rump at the Pig Emperor in a clear act of provocation.

But just then, Mo Qi’s next words sent it crashing back down to earth.

"A Blood Crowned Exquisite Chicken has no distinction between male and female, and it lays one egg every single day. So, what happened to all the eggs you’ve laid over the past thirty thousand years?"

Mo Qi looked at the Scab Chicken with a smile.

"Don’t tell me you eat your own eggs."

The Scab Chicken’s expression froze. It let out a dry laugh and said, "I undergo a transformation every thousand years. Because I lack the supplemental Power of Heaven and Earth from the outside, I’ve had to absorb the Energy from the eggs. After thirty thousand years, there aren’t many left."

As it spoke, the Scab Chicken waved its fleshy wings, and one hundred and thirty-three eggs appeared before Mo Qi.

"This is my entire stash. I’m offering them all to you now."

Mo Qi didn’t immediately collect the eggs. Instead, he turned to face the Pig Emperor.

"Pig Emperor, you mentioned before that you had a very delicious and specially prepared dish in the Mortal District. Can you tell me about it?"

The Pig Emperor had been with Mo Qi for so long that the man and pig had developed a tacit understanding. A single glance or change in tone was all it took for them to understand each other.

So, after Mo Qi asked this seemingly random question, the Pig Emperor immediately nodded.

"That’s right. It was many years ago. This emperor remembers the dish was called ’Pole-Dancing Chicken.’ The cooking method was very unusual."

The smile on the nearby Scab Chicken’s face froze. It had a very bad feeling about this.

"Um... Little Master, I just remembered! I stored some more eggs in another place. I’ll go get them for you right now." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

With that, the Scab Chicken scurried over to a large tree, fished a Storage Ring out of a hollow, and produced over a thousand more eggs, placing them before Mo Qi.

Mo Qi merely glanced at them, then signaled for the Pig Emperor to continue.

The Pig Emperor gave a sinister chuckle. "First, you find an expert chef. They take a steel skewer and run it through a live chicken from beak to rear, being careful not to hit any vital organs."

Hearing this, the Scab Chicken sucked in a sharp breath. It felt a sudden chill in its nether regions and couldn’t help but clench reflexively.

"Um... actually..." Cold sweat beaded on the Scab Chicken’s head, its two featherless, fleshy wings trembling slightly.

"I think... I might... I seem to have remembered something else. Little Master, just a moment."

After saying this, the Scab Chicken disappeared in a flash and returned just as quickly.

It was another Storage Ring. The Scab Chicken shoved it into Mo Qi’s hands.

"There are nearly twenty thousand eggs in here. This time, there’s really no more."

Mo Qi raised an eyebrow. He still paid the Scab Chicken no mind, instead showing great interest in the Pig Emperor’s story.

"And then?" Mo Qi asked.

"This is where it gets good," the Pig Emperor said, its expression animated. "First, you use a knife to make a cut on the chicken’s Skull. Then you sprinkle it with powdered Spirit Stone and stick the end of the steel skewer into red-hot charcoal."

"As time goes on, the skewer gets hotter and hotter. The live chicken, in a desperate attempt to escape the heat, will try everything it can to climb up the skewer, away from the charcoal."

"To an onlooker, the way it flaps its wings and twists its body looks just like it’s dancing gracefully."

"But because the skewer has it pinned, the chicken can’t actually climb up. As the intense heat sears it, its struggles become more and more violent."

"During this process, the powdered Spirit Stone on the wound on its Skull slowly works its way in, seeping into the skin and acting as a lubricant."

"Soon, the wound gets bigger and bigger, and with a ’SHLOOOP,’ the chicken tears itself completely free of its skin, shooting up to the top of the skewer completely bare, leaving a perfectly intact suit of skin behind."

"At that very moment, the chicken breathes its last, perfectly cooked from the inside out by the heat of the skewer."

"A chicken cooked this way can be described in one word: ’tender.’ And it retains all of its natural flavor!"

At this point, the Pig Emperor shot the Scab Chicken a deeply meaningful look.

The Scab Chicken was frozen to the spot, dumbstruck like a wooden post.

It swallowed hard, its scalp tingling with fear. Its skin crawled, and its heart pounded with panic.

It was as if the chicken the Pig Emperor described was itself.

’What kind of pervert came up with this method of roasting a chicken?’

’It’s simply cruel! Insane! Utterly depraved!’

"SHLOOOP~" The Pig Emperor gestured with a trotter, making an upward motion in front of the Scab Chicken while providing the sound effect.

"And just like that, a buck-naked chicken peels its own skin right off."

The Scab Chicken collapsed onto the ground, its body drenched in a fearful sweat.

’The Pig Emperor’s description was just too vivid, too terrifying!’

"Mo the kid, want to give this new cooking method a try? With your culinary skills, I’m sure you’d succeed on the first attempt."

Mo Qi smiled and nodded. "It’s the first I’ve heard of this method, but it sounds interesting. There’s no harm in giving it a try."

"No, no, no!"

Hearing this, the Scab Chicken couldn’t stay put for another second and leaped in front of Mo Qi.