CFSMS -Chapter 70 What Did the Bird Do Wrong? The Bird Will Change

“Is this fruit poisonous or something?”

Luo Xiaotian covered his nose and quickly ran off, unable to resist complaining.

During cooking, the fruit released an aroma that was almost mouthwatering, yet strangely sharp—so sour it felt like it could set your teeth on edge even before tasting it.

Lu Wu stirred the pot with a wooden stick, occasionally tasting it herself, then adding some honey.

The honey came from the secret realm—completely natural and unprocessed.

As the water slowly evaporated, the jam became thicker and richer.

She kept the heat steady the entire time to avoid burning the bottom.

When the jam could be lifted with chopsticks and flowed slowly or even held its shape for a moment, it meant it was ready.

The honey blended into the fruit, gradually suppressing the sourness. In the end, the entire pot of jam gave off a rich, sweet fragrance.

Seeing its dramatic transformation, Luo Xiaotian shamelessly asked to try some.

The texture was dense and mellow, with the fruit’s natural fragrance still present. The honey perfectly balanced the flavor, completing a stunning transformation.

“So good!” he said, giving a thumbs-up.

The jam had completely changed—about ninety percent sweet, ten percent sour, just the right balance.

After cooking, the jam still needed to cool down, and Qin Zhan naturally took over this step.

“Leave it to me!”

He squeezed between the two of them and volunteered himself.

While the jam was cooling, Lu Wu began preparing the ice jelly.

She was already very familiar with the entire process.

Everything was still in preparation, but customers were already gathering around.

Both humans and beasts were present.

All were familiar faces.

After yesterday’s interaction, humans and beasts were now able to coexist peacefully.

Posts on the “One Realm Communicator” had been updated again. Among the secret realm visitors were individuals with unusual identities who came forward to confirm that everything happening here was real.

More and more people became curious about what kind of charm this “Boss Lu” had—enough to make both humans and beasts submit willingly.

Only the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect were still raging on the forum.

“You’re declaring war on us? You’re really declaring war on the Beast Taming Sect! If I don’t see it with my own eyes, I will never believe it!”

They stubbornly held on to their position.

If all of this was real, then what had their years of effort amounted to?

Wasted time?

“Let’s go! We’re heading to Hong’an City. When Lu Wu comes out, I will personally seek guidance from her!”

The Beast Taming Sect gathered, horns sounded, determined to defend their honor.

Inside the secret realm, the ice jelly had finished cooling.

Lu Wu spread the ice jelly across the bottom of a bowl, then poured the fruit jam on top. After being cooked, the jam had turned a deep purplish-red, like fully ripened mulberries.

She sprinkled crushed nuts on top as garnish, and a bowl of “jumping fruit jam ice jelly” was complete.

“Open for business!”

She called out, officially opening her stall.

The new ice jelly instantly stimulated everyone’s appetite, and the crowd surged forward, eager to get a bowl first.

“I’ve never heard of jumping fruit before, but I trust Boss Lu.”

“I know this fruit—it’s poisonous, it causes diarrhea, even severe dehydration… but I still trust Boss Lu.”

“It’s poisonous? I’m scared… but I still trust Boss Lu.”

Despite knowing the risks, the customers were completely captivated by Lu Wu’s cooking skills. Even if they knew something might be wrong, they still wanted to try it.

They had completely abandoned caution and only thought about eating.

This trust made Lu Wu’s eyes well up as she served customers.

Not from emotion—but from being overwhelmed by the dazzling spirit stones flashing in front of her.

Back when she first arrived in the Qingyuan Realm, she had struggled just to survive. Now, selling a few bowls of ice jelly made her wealthy enough to live comfortably.

As expected—robbing money was the fastest way to earn it.

“Chirp?”

A Flame Sparrow stood at the edge of the stall, too small to be noticeable, its tiny claws gripping tightly as it refused to move.

Familiar fire-ore crystals were placed down as payment—but Lu Wu gently pushed one back toward it.

“I don’t want this.”

Chirp?

The bird was stunned.

Its bead-sized eyes widened. It flapped in panic, chirping frantically.

This human’s move completely caught it off guard.

The bird… didn’t know what to do.

Chirp chirp! Chirp chirp chirp!

More Flame Sparrows began chirping as well. Even while distressed, they kept their volume low, afraid of annoying the humans.

Why could the beasts eat ice jelly, but they couldn’t?

What did the birds do wrong? The birds could change too, okay?

“Cough, that’s not what I meant,” Lu Wu quickly explained under the countless bird gazes.

“I want you to help me with something. This ice jelly is your payment—you don’t need to pay separately.”

She pointed at the ice jelly.

“I hope that after you eat, you can help deliver some of these ice jellies to the outer perimeter and give them to the human cultivators there. The ones we met yesterday when collecting jumping fruit—and also those children.”

Those children were only able to survive in the secret realm because of the protection of various sect cultivators.

Lu Wu hoped to ease their burden and let the children feel more comfortable.

One bowl per person—not much.

It was a small gift she prepared for them.

A congratulatory gift for their journey into cultivation.

After explaining her idea, the Flame Sparrow King flew up and called out.

“Chirp!”

The Flame Sparrows nodded toward Lu Wu, agreeing to the request.

Lu Wu felt warmth in her heart.

“Thank you.”

She patted Huohuo’s head and gave it another bowl of ice jelly.

“Chirp!”

No need to thank me. The birds said they will spoil you.

Since these Flame Sparrows had already gotten a bit fat recently, acting as delivery birds would also help them lose weight.

Lu Wu didn’t hide her words from the surrounding cultivators. Many of them heard everything and looked at her with complicated expressions.

Respect. Admiration.

Before, they only respected her for her food.

Now, they were moved by her character itself.

Boss Lu was a good person.

But Lu Wu, having received yet another “good person card,” did not lose herself in the praise.

She believed in doing only what she was capable of.

No more, no less.

That was her way of life.

…

At the outer perimeter, a group of teenagers and children sat together, dressed lightly and fanning themselves.

Around them, blocks of ice spirit stones were placed to cool the area.

Cultivators also circulated their energy to lower the temperature.

Even so, it was still hard for the children to escape the effects of the fire toxin.

“It’s already the fourth day. We should be getting out soon,” a cultivator muttered.

He was a disciple of the Sword Sect, named Chang Ming.

He had entered the sect the same year as Qin Zhan.

While Qin Zhan became a direct disciple of the sect master, his seniority rose far above others.

In talent, Chang Ming could not compare.

But he didn’t feel jealous. Instead, he thought it was good.

If Qin Zhan was strong, it meant the sect would remain powerful—and he could continue coasting comfortably inside it.

He had joined this mission precisely because Qin Zhan would be in the secret realm.

“Hang in there a bit longer,” he encouraged the children, taking out another spirit stone.

He glanced at their remaining supplies, then exchanged worried looks with the other cultivators.

Their ice spirit stones were running low.

Once they were exhausted, the children would have to endure the fire toxin with their bare bodies.