I began my journey through the starry sky by planting the Tree of Enlightenment.

The pressure on Wei Yuanren suddenly disappeared.

My body felt lighter, and even my breathing became more even.

He immediately replied, "Master, it has indeed disappeared."

"That's good."

Jiang Yang nodded in satisfaction.

To my surprise, I mastered a skill.

……

back kitchen.

This place has been modified and completely transformed into Jiangyang's execution ground for mutated poultry.

The ventilation system inside was good, and there was no lingering smell of blood due to the frequent killings.

--oh!

Jiang Yang stood in front of three iron cages, looking at the chickens inside—one rooster and two hens. The rooster crowed the most fiercely, its small eyes revealing an unusually active and aggressive state.

Two of the hens did not show significant mutations; only their beaks were slightly altered.

The one that has improved the most is the male.

Red Crown no longer has that meaty texture.

Upon closer inspection, it appears to have solidified into a block of metal.

The same goes for the claws below; under the overhead light, the claw tips faintly revealed a cold glint, their sharpness probably no less than that of slicing metal.

Jiang Yang didn't have much of an opinion about this.

The visual impact of these mutated birds over the past two months has been so great that he's now experiencing visual fatigue.

After two months of observation, he came to the conclusion that the higher the degree of mutation, the more nutrients the seedlings would receive, and the greater the benefits he would gain.

This rooster's mutation is quite remarkable; it's estimated to provide a significant amount of life energy.

Jiang Yang didn't hesitate and moved towards the nearest cage first.

One of the females reacted unusually strongly to Jiang Yang's approach.

But as the lid was opened, Jiang Yang's hand gripped the chicken's head tightly and pulled it out.

With two months of training, the mere native chicken that had just begun to show signs of mutation was naturally no match for it.

oh--!

Only a drawn-out "oh" sound could be heard.

Standing behind him, Wei Yuanren blinked and thought to himself.

The way my master is acting is making him less and less like a human being.

"Master, the knife."

Wei Yuanren handed over the knife as usual.

Jiang Yang shook his head and said, "No need."

Since human trials are not feasible now, using this chicken as a test subject is a good alternative.

He then channeled his mental energy into the chicken in his hand.

It spread smoothly along my body all the way to my hands.

But at the junction of the chicken's neck and the hand, the spiritual power seemed to encounter a wall. It could penetrate a little, but as it went deeper, it became increasingly difficult.

Can't do it?

However, the fact that it was able to get in a little bit indicates that the overall situation is not wrong.

If you can't get in, it's because you're not strong enough.

Jiang Yang focused his mind even more and intensified the mental energy spreading towards his hands.

A massive surge of spiritual energy erupted at the connection point.

Soon, a bridge was erected.

Seeing that it was effective, Jiang Yang worked even harder.

Then a mysterious feeling came over me.

His spiritual power began to spread through the chicken.

If you want to cause death, two options will first come to mind.

One method involves altering the muscle groups near the respiratory organs, causing malfunctions in the chest cavity, which can lead to suffocation and death.

Secondly, damage to the muscle groups near the heart, and the loss of the blood-making center, naturally leads only to death.

However, judging from the results, Jiang Yang chose to try the first method.

After all, these mutated birds can still provide nutrients to the seedlings after cooking.

After two months of harvesting, the nearby counties are on the verge of collapse.

There aren't as many mutated creatures as you might imagine.

Especially those that are highly alienated.

Thinking this, Jiang Yang directed his mental energy towards the muscles between his ribs and chest. As his mental energy concentrated, his chest cavity collapsed under his perception, and the air sac could no longer breathe oxygen from the outside.

ho ho-

The hen's croaking suddenly turned from loud to soft.

His neck then bent over, and he breathed his last.

Wei Yuanren watched, his heart pounding but his expression remaining unchanged.

However, the master in front of them seemed increasingly unfamiliar, and his various methods were astonishing.

Jiang Yang shook his head in dissatisfaction.

This method is feasible, but it undoubtedly takes too much time.

The other side won't be foolish enough to just wait for him to catch them.

Rather than doing that, he might as well pull off a miracle.

With his current punching power, he could leave a fist-sized dent on any normal person.

While not necessarily fatal, they were at least rendered powerless to resist.

The warm current flowed over Jiang Yang's body as expected.

He then lost interest in the experiment and asked Wei Yuanren for a knife.

With two stabs, both chickens fell still, lying motionless in a pool of blood.

Jiang Yang seemed to sense something and immediately entered his consciousness world.

Nearby, the sapling on the left began to sprout its own buds as it was watered with three rounds of nutrients. This process was not slow; it was like clicking on a slideshow in a row. In less than half a minute, two tender leaves emerged from the stem.

Is this entering the budding stage?

The information conveyed to Jiang Yang became more accurate as a result.

"Mom, put your hands on those three free-range chickens. They're so nutritious! I want to grow tall so I can eat even more."

The information conveyed to him by the tree bud was at the level of a normal young child who had learned to speak.

The only drawback was that when he sent a message back, the bud still ignored him.

It's as if it doesn't yet have the ability to process language.

I am now simply expressing my desire to him on instinct.

That's strange.

It seems there's no set date yet for when it will call me "Dad".

Wei Yuanren saw Jiang Yang standing there in a daze and didn't dare to make a sound to disturb him.

Jiang Yang has been in this state for the past three months quite often. When no one else is around, he tends to get lost in thought.

Before leaving the consciousness space, Jiang Yang went to the sapling on the right again.

He's still the same old guy, standing in the toilet without actually doing his business.

He has tried many things over the past two months, but has not yet found a way to awaken it.

But I have a feeling that something that can grow alongside the sapling on the left is no ordinary thing. If I could understand its secrets, it would probably be of endless benefit to my own improvement.

Like stepping on the right foot with the left, it spiraled directly into the sky.

Exiting the consciousness space, Jiang Yang focused his gaze on the three chickens on the ground, silently thinking to himself.

According to the tree buds, it means that you will put your hands on their bodies and then eat them.

As for how to eat it, he didn't know.

Wouldn't they cut open their hand, stick their mouth out, and eat it?

That's true; he prefers to cook it before eating.

Let's take a look first.

Jiang Yang squatted down and placed his hand on one of them.

Wei Yuanren watched from a distance, wondering what his master was up to.

As soon as Jiang Yang's hand touched the chicken, a powerful suction force erupted from his palm, and the familiar life energy went straight into his body.

And the free-range chicken, in less than half a minute, went from having a plump, round frame to being completely empty.

Once the suction force from the palm completely disappeared and the hand was released, all that remained on the ground were a pile of chicken feathers and skeletons.

The entire essence was absorbed.

Jiang Yang looked surprised.

Demonic arts?