Are You Crazy? You Call an Ancient Ferocious Beast a Big Earth Chicken?

I transmigrate into a beast-world novel as the universally hated, wicked female supporting character. From the start, I'm in the middle of abducting the beloved Peacock Lord.

But when I lift the sack, there's a big, bald, scruffy chicken crouching inside?!

I threaten to stew him with a cleaver. He plants his wings on his hips and spits Sichuan dialect right in my face: "What the heck! You silly woman, think you can stew me?"

After the Phoenix clan breaks off my engagement and my family throws me out, I have no choice but to take this mouthy good-for-nothing chicken up a barren mountain to clear the land.

Who knew the cabbages I grow could cleanse the marrow and reshape the bones, the chili peppers could make mute beastmen breathe fire and awaken, and the watermelons could trigger an instant evolution!

Overnight, the barren mountain becomes a culinary hotspot where every beast lines up to visit, and the gold coins pile up until they grow moldy.

The Phoenix clan fiance who broke off our engagement comes to kneel outside the mountain gate, offering his entire fortune. The aloof Peacock Lord, my beloved, says through red eyes that he should have been the one in the sack back then.

Before I can say a word, the bald chicken behind me, munching on seeds, bristles. He transforms into the king of ancient ferocious beasts, and his dialect shakes the heavens: "You little bastards want to end up in the frying pan?!"

Everyone says I picked up a useless nobody.

But can someone tell me why the whole continent trembles whenever this good-for-nothing sneezes?