Time-Travel Accident Arc — when history becomes nonsense.
The next morning, peace returned to the valley.
Birds chirped. The morning breeze danced through dew-soaked grass.
And Li Ming was hiding behind a bush, staring at a chicken.
Not an ordinary chicken — oh no.
This one glowed faintly gold, feathers gleaming like polished jade, eyes burning with pure disdain.
Bai Guo perched on Li Ming's shoulder, unimpressed. "That's a chicken, descendant. You're glaring at breakfast."
Li Ming narrowed his eyes. "That's no breakfast. That's the sect's guardian beast in this era — the Golden Feathered Spirit Rooster. They said it only respects those with divine Qi control."
"So, what's the plan? Bribe it with corn?"
"Please. I have class."
He stood, summoned a thread of lightning to his palm, and extended it like a handshake.
"Peace offering," he said.
The rooster stared. Then, in one smooth motion, it raised its head—
—and slapped him across the face with a wing.
Li Ming froze.
