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When the egg woke up, it was already the next day. At some point, a nest had been placed in the bamboo cage, and the egg lay comfortably on the bird-feather bedding, blissfully unaware of its actions from the previous day. Now, the egg was as obedient as a true "egg," quietly resting, which allowed Xuan Qing to finally relax his worried heart.
The Immortal Bird must be incubated with Celestial Spirit Energy. The abundance of Celestial Spirit Energy in the immortal realm far surpassed that of the mortal world. Xuan Qing formed a hand seal and set up a formation to gather Celestial Spirit Energy, arranging it around the bamboo cage. The Celestial Spirit Energy coalesced into a visible hazy white light that surged toward the egg. Instinctively, the egg absorbed the Celestial Spirit Energy, its snow-white body shimmering with dazzling golden light.
This formation could last for about five hours, but Xuan Qing had no idea how many years it would take for the egg to hatch. The incubation period for an Immortal Bird typically spanned centuries, and he did not know how long the egg had been incubating before he found it. Since it exhibited consciousness, it should have been several decades old, Xuan Qing speculated.
After five hours, the egg completed its first incubation cycle. It stood up from its soft nest and leaped down, circling around in front of the door. Xuan Qing understood its intention and opened the door, reaching out to pick it up. However, the egg jumped onto his palm instead. The warmth of his solid hand made the egg instinctively roll over and nuzzle against him for a moment. Xuan Qing quickly cradled it with both hands; it was not much smaller than a Wine Gourd, and he worried about it falling and cracking.
Although he knew it was unlikely to crack, caution was always wise. Sensing Xuan Qing's concern for it, the egg became even more affectionate, rubbing its pointed end against his palm before suddenly jumping onto his shoulder, its smooth body pressing against his face in a playful manner.
What did this mean? Was it showing affection?
Xuan Qing was taken aback; this was the first time an egg had shown him such affection. He gently patted the egg. "If you hatched sooner, I would be even happier."
The egg was just an egg and obviously did not understand his complicated feelings; it continued to nuzzle against his face.
Thus began their daily life together.
Aside from its incubation time when it was quite obedient, the egg seemed to have endless energy at all other times. It loved swinging in the bamboo cage; the Old Sophora Tree often creaked under its weight, so Xuan Qing frequently kept an eye on it while it swung. It enjoyed jumping from tables to the ground, which made Xuan Qing particularly anxious. Most of all, it loved to jump around noisily while Xuan Qing practiced his cultivation; each time he found himself helplessly succumbing to its antics and abandoning his training to play with it.
The egg needed love and care; Xuan Qing could not blame it for being oblivious. When it acted cute, he had to praise and pet it; otherwise, swinging would turn into a torment for the Old Sophora Tree with leaves flying everywhere. Jumping off tables would create sounds reminiscent of cracking eggshells and incessant thuds.
In this world, there were few things that could make someone like Xuan Qing—who had cultivated for countless years—feel anxious; among those few things was this very egg. More often than not, he willingly surrendered to its whims.
"Just bear with it; everything is for the hatching of the Immortal Bird; it's worth it," Xuan Qing reassured himself. But in the next moment—
Thud!
The egg jumped directly from the table's bamboo cage to the ground. The sound startled Xuan Qing out of his meditative state. When he saw that the egg was unharmed, he felt that since its arrival in his life, his heart had grown weaker day by day, constantly jolted by such "thuds."
"Egg." Xuan Qing wanted to communicate properly with it.
Upon hearing its name called, the egg joyfully bounced over to him and then leaped onto his lap as if waiting for this very moment.
"Egg, from now on you mustn't walk around making a thumping sound, and definitely don't make any smacking noises..."
Xuan Qing could only manage to say half of his sentence before pressing his fingers to his temples. The egg was rolling around on his thigh, completely ignoring his words.
"Egg..."
It continued to roll about, clearly enjoying itself.
"Egg—"
Unable to contain himself, Xuan Qing raised his voice. The egg stopped rolling and sat up, as if deep in thought, before jumping onto his shoulder and nuzzling against his face.
In that moment, Xuan Qing conceded defeat, realizing he had said nothing at all.
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