This stone tablet was also a special signboard that he had set up because he didn’t want to be disturbed by any cultivators that gathered around the mountain.

Shaking his head, Qin Yu took another step forward. He shuttled through space, appearing in the mountain valley.

After dozens of years, the wood cabin he built was still preserved, fully intact. One could see clear traces of repair on its surface.

A flock of brightly feathered and arrogant chickens occupied most of the valley. They stood in beautiful postures, their manners elegant as they lazed around in the sun.

Qin Yu’s sudden appearance not only didn’t frighten them, but instead left these chickens extremely excited. They circled around him, all of them eager to see him.

After a moment of stunned disbelief, Qin Yu finally regained his composure. He looked at this immense flock of chickens and couldn’t help but force a smile. As expected, a dog couldn’t change what it ate and shit and a chicken couldn’t change its lascivious nature. These chickens had a faint tinge of that fellow’s aura around them; they were clearly his descendants.

With a flick of his sleeve, a surge of strength rushed out and sent the chickens flying away. This left these generations of normally lawless and prideful chickens...