In the quiet, medicinal herb-scented room, Duan Feng gently set down his empty porcelain bowl.0

A soothing warmth began to radiate from his core, spreading outward like ripples in water—chasing away the last traces of the icy chill lodged in his bones. The freezing energy that had once threatened to lock his body in place was growing ever weaker.0

He exhaled slowly and opened a small pouch beside him.0

Poof.0

A burst of soft, iridescent light accompanied the appearance of a large, brilliantly feathered pheasant. Its plumage shimmered with hues of red and gold—the unmistakable glow of a first-tier spirit beast, the Yangwu Chicken.0

As soon as it emerged, it slumped wearily beside Duan Feng, completely devoid of its usual divine energy.0

Seeing this, Duan Feng sighed.0

He had been recuperating lately and was unable to feed this first-tier Yangwu Chicken. If it went without food much longer, it might starve to death.0

From his storage pouch, he produced a small handful of spirit rice, fragrant and glowing faintly with vitality. The Yangwu Chicken perked up immediately and began pecking at it greedily.0

Duan Feng uttered a few syllables, and upon hearing the sound, the Yangwu...0