Chapter 246: The Brave Little Dog Starts Taking Underlings

Qinshan Village enjoyed a rare moment of peace. It was rest time at the Mushroom House, so the film crew had left. With the celebrities gone, many fans brought in by managers to boost numbers had also cleared out.

Village Chief Qin Zheng came over to take a look. Seeing the pile of new garbage scattered around South Village, he cursed them out, shouting about their lack of manners and how they had no right to just toss trash around in the mountains.

He didn't leave until members of the film crew came out to clean up the mess.

Around this time, Ning Fei was happily turning the soil in the vegetable garden at Qingfeng Temple.

He mixed the low-grade Fertile Soil he had redeemed with the high-grade Fertile Soil he had won from the lottery, then spread it evenly across the garden.

It wasn't just the vegetable garden. Ning Fei replaced the soil in the flowerbeds and beneath the Yew Tree with high-grade Fertile Soil as well.

Watching Ning Fei busy with farm work in the Daoist temple, the netizens couldn't help but ask:

"Temple Master Ning seems to be in a really good mood."

"The Realm of an immortal is just different. Even when doing manual labor, he looks full of energy."

"Temple Master Ning has always been this upbeat, hasn't he?"

"No, Temple Master Ning prefers leisure. You can tell by how often he lies on his rocking chair holding Little Fox to rest."

"He's working so happily, something good must have happened."

It had to be said that the viewers understood Ning Fei very well now. They were clearly true fans, able to guess his mood just by looking at his expression.

Ning Fei was naturally delighted.

He had just gotten a massive pile of high-grade Fertile Soil for free.

With this, the vegetables and fruits in the garden, the flowers in the beds, and the Yew Tree would all grow much faster.

The Yew Tree was an incredible oxygen producer. If it thrived, the air in Qingfeng Temple would improve even more, and living here long-term would help prolong one's life.

Next, Ning Fei took out the Snow Chime Flower seeds he had previously won from the lottery and planted them in the flowerbed.

"The Snow Chime Flower blooms when it snows. It is one of the few flowers that blossom in winter."

"Winter is almost here. When it finally snows, coming out to the courtyard to admire the flowers will definitely be a great experience," Ning Fei said.

The weather had indeed grown much colder.

In the past, whenever he lay on the rocking chair, Little Fox would sleep on top of his clothes.

Now, because the Taiji Robe had thermal insulation, Little Fox would burrow into Ning Fei's collar, hiding her body inside with only her tiny head poking out.

Because Little Fox was still very small, she could easily slip inside, and Ning Fei just let her be.

After all, she was the white fox he had taken in, and currently the only female in Qingfeng Temple. He had to raise her like a daughter.

Ning Fei finished turning the soil. The fresh earth was exposed, making the whole area look much neater and fresher.

Having finished his tasks, he thought about going out to buy some fruit, so he took Little Dog and Little Fei along for a stroll down to the village.

To be honest, people living in the village spent a large portion of their time wandering around visiting other households.

During the busy farming season, naturally, no one had the time. But once planting or harvesting was done, all that was left were daily entertainment activities like drinking and playing mahjong.

The "intelligence department" aunties loved to chat, trading gossip about the village.

The older men were either playing cards or sitting at the edge of the village in silence, smoking and cracking sunflower seeds while basking in the sun and staring into the distance.

Not long after stepping out of Qingfeng Temple, Ning Fei spotted a group of dogs from the west side of the village fighting again.

There was a huge difference between native dogs and pet dogs: native dogs loved to form gangs.

They liked forming cliques, and they loved bullying the few with their numbers even more.

That was just how dogs were.

"It's the dogs from the west side of the village again."

"The native dogs in the village fight often. The native dog gangs from the east and west sides both have over a dozen members, making them the largest factions. Every time they head out, it's like a mob strolling down the street; if you added some triad movie background music, they'd look even more domineering."

"It's not just the strays either. Many dogs raised by the villagers will join a gang, so it's common for a few dogs to meet up and head out for a brawl."

"They have lots of gangs. Some dogs hang out well together, others form different groups, and they always use numbers to their advantage."

Ning Fei explained to the viewers as he watched the Village Dog Gang in the distance.

To a certain extent, the behavior of these native dogs really did resemble street gangs.

The situation in the distance was a pack of native dogs ganging up on a single native dog. Several dogs from the West Village Native Dog Gang were tearing into it simultaneously, clamping their jaws down on its neck, thighs, and back.

The native dog being attacked howled endlessly, already exposing its belly in a sign of surrender. However, the West Village Native Dog Gang clearly had no intention of letting it go and continued their assault.

"Sigh," Ning Fei sighed and said, "Da Huang went to the north side of the village over the past two days. It seems he's out on a date with a little female dog."

"There are a few stray native dogs in South Village too, but they're just riding on Da Huang's coattails. Because they know Da Huang presides over this area, the other Village Dog Gangs don't dare come over."

"However, Da Huang has always been a lone wolf. He disdains taking in underlings and doesn't care about their safety."

"Now that Da Huang is gone, the West Village Native Dog Gang has immediately come over to bully the dogs from South Village."

Hearing Ning Fei's explanation, the viewers were amazed that a bunch of native dogs could have so much drama.

Still, the native dog being attacked was truly pitiful as it continued to let out miserable yelps.

At that moment, Little Dog, who had been lingering by the roadside sniffing flowers, finally caught up. After running to Ning Fei's side, he also noticed the situation in the distance.

The next second, Little Dog let out an angry bark and charged straight at the West Village Native Dog Gang.

The viewers were stunned by the scene.

Although the West Village Native Dog Gang hadn't brought their full forces out this time, there were still about five or six of them.

Little Dog was all by himself, and yet he dared to charge at them?

Could he win?

Ning Fei also noticed Little Dog, but he didn't stop him.

Stray dogs fought often in the village. The villagers all knew that native dogs weren't as aggressive as hunting hounds, who would fight to the death. They mostly just snapped and bit at each other a few times; at worst, they would suffer minor injuries.

Moreover, Little Dog needed this kind of training.

However, Ning Fei immediately grabbed Little Fei to hold him down.

It turned out that Little Fei had seen his big brother charge in to duel a pack of dogs. Feeling his own blood boil with excitement, the chick flapped his wings and tried to rush in too.

"Don't join in on the chaos. You're still underage and can't beat them. I'll let you go when you've grown up."

Ning Fei said helplessly, holding Little Fei tight.

Once an adult, a rooster's combat prowess was nothing to scoff at.

A truly fierce adult rooster could easily hold its own against a grown man who didn't understand how roosters attacked; the man might not even win.

Roosters generally aimed straight for a person's head, violently flapping their wings. Caught off guard, a person wouldn't even be able to open their eyes.

Little Fei looked like he still wanted to struggle, so Ning Fei added, "Don't worry. With Little Dog's physical fitness, those guys are no match for him."

Ning Fei had fed Little Dog plenty of Beast Feed, after all, and paid close attention to his daily exercise.

Among the native dog packs, Little Dog's physical fitness was absolutely second to none.

The viewers had initially felt sorry for the bullied native dog, but the moment Little Dog sprang into action, they were instantly fired up.

"Little Dog is so cool!"

"Now that's a dog from Qingfeng Temple!"

"He's giving off Da Huang's vibe."

"I always thought Little Dog was just a goofy pup. I never expected him to be this brave."

"Sometimes, the most mischievous ones are the most reliable when it counts!"

"My blood is boiling! I want to charge in there myself and save that native dog."

On the live stream, Little Dog sprinted straight toward the pack of native dogs.

Those five or six native dogs were crowding around a small, yellow native dog, tearing at its thighs and neck. The small native dog lay on the ground, howling for mercy while desperately trying to protect itself.

Hearing its cries, the other native dogs only grew more excited in their frenzy.

Right then, Little Dog smashed into them.

He leaped down fiercely from above with a furious roar, instantly scattering the West Village Native Dog Gang.

The West Village Native Dog Gang let go and backed up a few paces. The six dogs formed a staggered line, glaring at Little Dog.

Little Dog dropped into an attack stance.

The battered small native dog seized the chance to scramble to its feet. It hurried behind Little Dog's back, though it was limping heavily and clearly had no fight left in it.

The atmosphere instantly grew tense.

Ning Fei was watching Little Dog's situation closely as well.

But he knew that if Little Dog wanted to become a dog king like his father, Da Huang, he had to experience some things on his own.

When Da Huang roared, the rest of the native dogs would flee in terror with their tails tucked between their legs. He didn't achieve that through mere intimidation.

In the past, Da Huang had brawled his way to the top.

The viewers were also glued to the showdown.

Little Dog swooping in to save the South Village native dog looked incredibly cool, but there were still six enemies facing him.

It was hard to say how this would play out.

The gang of native dogs stared Little Dog down before decisively launching their attack.

After all, Little Dog had Da Huang's bloodline in him. He was inherently strong, and while his frame wasn't very large, his aura didn't lose out in the slightest. He met their charge head-on, clashing wildly with the West Village Native Dog Gang.

It had to be said, Little Dog was truly fierce. Fighting one against six, he didn't yield an inch.

Seeing this, Ning Fei couldn't just stand by.

He was just about to call Little falcon over to help, but to his surprise, Little falcon had already swooped down.

Little falcon was the true big boss of Qingfeng Temple.

The moment he descended, he knocked two of the native dogs flat. As his sharp talons raked across them, the two dogs collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.

Seeing this, the other dogs immediately lost their nerve.

Dogs were animals that knew how to gauge the situation perfectly. Native dogs, in particular, loved to bully others with numbers but instantly chickened out when they saw no chance of winning.

With that, the six native dogs turned tail and scurried away in defeat.

Little Dog puffed out his chest and barked several times at their retreating backs, as if asserting his dominance over his territory.

From start to finish, Little Dog hadn't shown a single trace of hesitation or fear.

Watching him now, he actually possessed a bit of the demeanor of a king.