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The egg, which had consciousness even before it hatched, must have been laid by the unknown Immortal Bird. Unexpectedly, during a trip to the celestial realm, Xuan Qing stumbled upon an Immortal Bird egg. The thought of no longer having to glare at his junior brother surrounded by a plethora of rare beasts made him involuntarily smile.
"My little darling, don’t move, Uncle will find a place to hatch you," he murmured.
Xuan Qing silently cursed himself for becoming a creepy uncle over an Immortal Bird, but he endured it to regain some face in front of his junior brother. Perhaps it was the overly nauseating tone of his voice, or maybe the egg sensed impending danger; this clever yet foolish egg cautiously retreated, hopping backward. Faced with the overwhelming pressure radiating from Xuan Qing’s five-star aura, the egg felt as if it were being crushed by a massive shadow. Its oval body trembled uncontrollably as it hopped away from Xuan Qing's presence, but there was nowhere to hide except behind a teapot, where it shivered.
"Little darling, don’t be afraid; Uncle won’t hurt you," Xuan Qing said gently as he reached out to grab the egg. His voice grew increasingly sickening while his smile became more determined.
Suddenly, the spout of the teapot erupted with a jet of water that splashed onto Xuan Qing's face. Seizing the opportunity, the egg bounced off the table and dashed toward the door. Xuan Qing calmly wiped his face and then kicked out with precision; the bench crashed against the door with a loud bang, startling the egg into falling down and rolling to his feet.
"Woo..." The egg let out a childlike whimper as it landed in Xuan Qing's hands.
Xuan Qing's place of cultivation was an inconspicuous wild mountain filled with flowers, grass, trees, and animals but devoid of human presence. He had built a bamboo house at the mountain's peak and planted several fruit trees around it while cultivating a vegetable garden that bore various fruits and vegetables—quite reminiscent of mundane life.
The egg was confined in a bamboo cage that Xuan Qing had woven in half an hour, hanging from an Old Sophora Tree in front of his bamboo house. Beneath the tree were tables and benches made from blue stones that Xuan Qing had collected out of boredom.
Pouring out wine from his Wine Gourd, Xuan Qing savored the Millennium Aged Brew from the celestial realm. The rich and delicate aroma of the wine awakened his inner connoisseur. Just as he brought the cup to his lips, something strange happened—the Millennium Aged Brew transformed into a thin stream that flew toward the bamboo cage and splashed onto the egg. The Celestial Spirit Energy within the wine was entirely absorbed by the egg and returned as water back into the cup.
In just a moment, what had been Millennium Aged Brew was now nothing more than a colorless and tasteless liquid.
Xuan Qing stared at his cup in disbelief when he suddenly saw another thin stream fly toward the bamboo cage. His expression changed dramatically; it was one thing for this little creature to drink one cup of his wine, but now it was trying to get into his Wine Gourd!
Quickly, Xuan Qing grabbed his Wine Gourd and forcefully pulled back the escaping Millennium Aged Brew before sealing its opening with magic.
The egg, unable to absorb any more Celestial Spirit Energy, jumped up and down in frustration, protesting against Xuan Qing for taking its drink. Feeling that Xuan Qing remained indifferent to its plight, it rolled around stubbornly inside its cage, causing it to sway left and right while shaking the branches of the Sophora tree.
"Stop rolling! I’ll give you another cup; just drink it and lie down obediently afterward."
In just a few years, this Old Sophora Tree would become sentient; it couldn’t withstand such rough treatment from the egg without suffering significant damage. Feeling pity for it, Xuan Qing poured another full cup of wine.
The aroma of wine fermented and heated within the egg’s body; its pure white shell began to show a faint blush. The egg became excited, standing up only to fall over again—repeating this cycle endlessly.
Xuan Qing realized that the egg was drunk. Even he, as a Rogue Immortal, couldn’t handle such potent Millennium Aged Brew; even his junior brother—a Celestial Being—would get tipsy after too much. How could this little egg handle it?
However, the egg’s drunkenness exceeded Xuan Qing’s imagination. He watched in cold sweat as it pressed against the bamboo cage one moment as if grinning foolishly at him, then bouncing around energetically before doing somersaults back and forth. It spun like a top at high speed until finally collapsing in a heap and falling asleep soundly.
At last, there was peace; otherwise, the bamboo cage would have fallen apart at any moment under such strain on the Sophora tree.
Xuan Qing wiped away a cold sweat and touched the Wine Gourd hanging at his waist. All he wanted was an ordinary Immortal Bird, not a drunken glutton who fought him for his wine every day. For the next few days, he had to quit drinking, and his old companion, who had been with him for hundreds of years, would have to be temporarily put away.
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