Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

Chapter 249: Chapter 245: A Storm is Brewing, Chi Hua is in Trouble

Song Ciwan jumped in surprise. She quickly pulled back the hand holding the goose egg, exclaiming, "Big White, what are you doing?"

But the Big White Goose flapped its wings, pushing the egg right toward Song Ciwan. As it pushed, it let out a series of clear, bright honks. "HONK HONK HONK!"

Song Ciwan had formed a Spirit Beast Contract with it earlier, so she could sense the Big White Goose’s intentions with relative clarity. Now, she was starting to understand.

But even though she understood, she found it hard to believe. She asked the Big White Goose, "Big White, are you saying you want me to deal with this egg?"

The Big White Goose: "GACK GACK GACK!"

It craned its neck and let out a frantic series of calls.

Song Ciwan said with difficulty, "You’re not going to incubate it... so you mean, you want me to *eat* this egg?"

The Big White Goose: "HONK HONK HONK, GACK GACK GACK!"

Its calls were loud and carried a distinct air of taking credit.

Song Ciwan finally got the picture. A sense of absurd humor washed over her at her own words—

’Right, my goose is a single goose. An egg laid by a single goose is just an egg. It’s not fertilized, so how could it possibly hatch a gosling?’

’So, am I really supposed to eat this egg?’

On second thought, there was nothing wrong with a master eating an egg laid by their domestic goose.

It was just that Song Ciwan’s goose had now undergone Demon Transformation. Song Ciwan saw it not only as a pet but also as a family member and companion, which was why she found it difficult to accept the idea of "eating the Big White Goose’s egg."

But the Big White Goose strongly recommended she eat the egg. Seeing that Song Ciwan seemed reluctant, it even began flapping its wings in agitation.

In the end, Song Ciwan couldn’t refuse any longer. "Alright, alright, I’ll eat it! I’ll eat it, okay?"

The Big White Goose immediately looked delighted. It flapped its wings, craned its neck, and honked, "Honk honk honk," pushing Song Ciwan toward the kitchen all the while.

What else could Song Ciwan do?

She had just gotten off work and was about to make dinner anyway, so she put on a pot of Spirit Rice and started steaming a goose egg custard.

The goose egg was huge. The liquid alone filled a large bowl, and it expanded even more when steamed into a custard with water.

Song Ciwan ended up steaming two huge bowls. Once it was ready, she resisted the impulse to sell one of the bowls to the Heaven and Earth Scale. ’After all, this is a gift from the Big White Goose. What would it say about me if I sold it?’

Of course, even if she wasn’t selling the custard, there were other things she could sell.

Song Ciwan casually sold the two puffs of emotion the Big White Goose had released earlier.

[You have sold a Demon’s Heart: the shyness, fury, and annoyance of the Basic Demon, the Big White Goose. Weight: one catty and one tael. You have received five One-star Water-Repelling Talismans.]

[You have sold a Demon’s Heart: the joy, happiness, and delight of the Basic Demon, the Big White Goose. Weight: nine taels and eight maces. You have received three One-star Whetstones.]

’It’s better than nothing, which is nice.’

’The Big White Goose’s Level is still a bit low. When it grows stronger, its puffs of emotion will surely be worth more. When I sell them then, I’ll probably get more than just this stuff.’

Song Ciwan patted the Big White Goose again, then picked up her Spirit Rice and began to eat it with the fragrant goose egg custard.

At the same time, she didn’t forget to prepare a meal for the Big White Goose. Its food bowl also contained Spirit Rice, along with some Black Insects from her Five Poison Jar.

The insects had multiplied so much that Song Ciwan’s Five Poison Jar was nearly overflowing. Portioning some out as nourishment for the Big White Goose was perfect.

The Big White Goose ate the insects with great relish. The Black Insects would sometimes leap high into the air, and the goose would stretch out its flat beak, snatch a bug, and swallow it down.

Meanwhile, as Song Ciwan ate her Spirit Rice and goose egg custard, she felt a gentle, warm current slowly rise from her Dantian.

The Energy contained in the goose egg custard was pure and lasting. Although it wasn’t an Elixir and lacked an Elixir’s potent effects, its strength lay in its mildness and its vibrant life force.

Most importantly, the goose egg custard wasn’t a medicine. No matter how much she ate, it would only have a nourishing effect and wouldn’t cause a buildup of elixir toxins like some Elixirs did when consumed in excess.

With just one bite, Song Ciwan understood why the Big White Goose had insisted she eat the egg. She sighed to herself and gently patted the goose’s back. "Big White, thank you for your egg. It’s delicious."

’—Ugh, why does that sound so weird?’

But the Big White Goose instantly craned its neck and let out another series of happy "honk honk honk"s. As it honked and flapped its wings, it seemed to be saying: ’Of course! How could a goose’s egg not be delicious?’

At the same time, it conveyed a Thought to her: from now on, it might lay an egg every few days. It was a laying goose now.

"GACK GACK GACK! HONK HONK HONK!" The Big White Goose called out proudly, as if to say, ’Wanwan, come praise me!’

Seeing its smug expression, Song Ciwan let out a "pfft" and laughed.

"Okay, I’ll praise you. You’re amazing, Big White!" she said, still laughing.

The Big White Goose: "HONK HONK HONK! HONK HONK HONK!"

It was overjoyed and couldn’t be prouder.

And so, Song Ciwan’s following days fell into an even more regular routine.

During the day, she would transform into Mu Dalang to work at the Washing Room. After work, she would immediately find a secluded spot and secretly change back into the form of Xin Mian.

Sometimes she would go to Sanpo Street to buy some Low Level materials. Lately, besides Cultivation, Song Ciwan had also been practicing Drawing Talismans and Alchemy. The Supreme Alchemy Skill was a very profound Alchemy Technique, and Song Ciwan dedicated a certain amount of time each day to studying it.

Of course, Song Ciwan wouldn’t dive straight into Cultivation after returning home.

With the Big White Goose by her side, she would first make dinner. If she had any Demon Beast offal, she would stir-fry it in her Profound Iron Wok and sell it to the Heaven and Earth Scale in exchange for Elixirs.

Stir-fried offal from such a Low Level Demon Beast could usually only be exchanged for Strengthening Pills. Occasionally, if Song Ciwan made the dish particularly complex and exquisite, she might get more Strengthening Pills, or even a Qi Circulation Pill.

Song Ciwan ate dinner with the Big White Goose every day. She often went to Sanpo Street and had recently stockpiled a thousand catties of Spirit Rice in her Vast Sea Grotto Heaven.

At night, after petting the goose, the Big White Goose would go into the courtyard to stand guard while Song Ciwan truly immersed herself in her Cultivation.

There was just one problem. The various human desires she had previously stockpiled—the kind that could be sold for cultivation time—were now almost completely depleted. It was difficult for Song Ciwan to get more cultivation time to accelerate her progress.

Of course, skills like Alchemy and Drawing Talismans couldn’t be accelerated with cultivation time.

Song Ciwan could only practice bit by bit in normal time.

Fortunately, her comprehension was excellent. Whether it was Alchemy or Drawing Talismans, as long as she put in the effort to study, she was bound to make progress.

One day, Song Ciwan went to work at the Washing Room as usual when she heard a fresh piece of news.

A Steward from the Washing Room was discussing it. "Qionghua Pavilion sent out a notice. They say the Chi Hua Fairy is missing. Now, the whole of Cangling County is searching for her!"

Song Ciwan almost thought she had misheard. ’The Chi Hua Fairy is missing? The Chi Hua Fairy from the Celestial Pride List? The same Chi Hua Fairy I know?’