The Void God Realm was abuzz with clamor and noise everywhere. The news of the holy terror appearing at the Sky Mending Pavilion was like a meteor crashing into the sea, stirring up massive waves and quickly becoming the hottest topic. It even overshadowed the news of Shi Yi’s impending entry into the Ancient Sacred Academy. Almost everyone was talking about it—some laughed so hard they pounded the ground, while others cursed loudly. Those who understood the situation couldn’t help but marvel. This little rascal was truly shameless, a bit wicked and eccentric. After such a commotion, how could the Sky Mending Pavilion possibly save face? It was downright hilarious.
“Sky Mending Pavilion must be on the verge of tears. After this little troublemaker’s antics, their mountain gates will be swarmed this year—nearly eight or nine thousand people passed the trials!”
“This kid is truly one of a kind. Wherever he goes, chaos follows. No wonder even the Void God Realm couldn’t stand him and kicked him out—that was foresight!”
Everyone chuckled, finding the whole affair incredibly amusing—except for the victims, the Sky Mending Pavilion. Most people were left twitching at the corners of their mouths. Many reveled in schadenfreude, laughing uncontrollably. Of course, some gnashed their teeth in fury, like the four great clans who had been extorted before. Their faces darkened as they cursed, wishing they could kill the Little Rascal on the spot. They found no humor in this, as they were the ones who had suffered, becoming laughingstocks in this farce.
The news from Sky Mending Pavilion spread like wildfire, reaching the noble estates of the ancient kingdoms and shocking everyone. No one expected the holy terror to bring his notorious antics to the sacred ancient land.
“I pity Sky Mending Pavilion. How did they end up with such a brat? By the way, do you think the ancient sacred land will punish him severely or expel him?” someone asked.
“Definitely not. If it were me, I’d recruit him first and then deal with him slowly. Otherwise, it’d be letting him off too easy.”
Everyone nodded in agreement. Many major factions were already eyeing him covetously. If he were expelled, he’d be snatched up immediately.
The Void God Realm was abuzz with heated discussions.
“Anyone want to go to Sky Mending Pavilion? Since the holy terror has shown up, I bet he’ll be exposed soon.”
Someone immediately responded, declaring they’d go to Sky Mending Pavilion to give the little troublemaker a beating—or do something equally outrageous. Others even vowed to hunt him down.
“Now that he’s appeared, we must go and slay him!”
This was no joke—the words carried a chilling murderous intent.
“Finally, he’s shown himself!” someone gritted their teeth.
People speculated that those eager to act were either the extorted four great clans or factions who knew they couldn’t recruit him but refused to let others have him.
The Little Rascal had stirred up a storm, drawing countless eyes toward Sky Mending Pavilion. This place was destined to become a battleground!
Many set off toward it.
“This kid might be shameless, but does he really deserve a bloodbath? Those people are going too far. Anyone want to stop them?”
“Yes! I’ll save him first—then beat him senseless!”
“Heh heh, haha…”
Some major factions truly mobilized, dispatching terrifying experts. For instance, the fearsome clan that had lost their Crimson Feather Treasure Fan was boiling with fury. Now that there was news, they couldn’t afford to lose their ancestral treasure!
Amid the external uproar, Sky Mending Pavilion was anything but calm.
The elders were nearly driven to despair. Faced with the overwhelming crowd—nearly eight or nine thousand people—they were at a loss. How could they possibly admit them all? The higher-ups had already washed their hands of the matter, leaving it to the elders in charge. Now, they wished they were dead.
Eight or nine thousand hopefuls stared eagerly, along with tribal elders and other expectant figures.
“There are too many people…” Elder Xiong Fei forced himself to speak, but was immediately interrupted.
“Of course! Our children are all geniuses!” a chorus of tribal elders shouted.
“Esteemed brothers, could you perhaps show some leniency?” Elder Zhuo Yun pleaded bitterly, hoping for understanding.
“We trust Sky Mending Pavilion. Our children passed the hardest trials—they’ll surely learn the finest glyphs and treasure arts here!” The tribal elders refused to budge.
“This was a mishap—it shouldn’t count!” Another elder’s face darkened.
“Are you saying the great Sky Mending Pavilion would go back on its word? You yourselves said this year’s trials were exceptionally difficult, and anyone who passed would be accepted. Would you really renege? Think of your reputation!”
The elders were left speechless, wishing they could grab the holy terror and beat him half to death. This troublemaker had really outdone himself—what were they to do now?
“Esteemed brothers, perhaps we can discuss this…”
The elders pulled aside the tribal leaders for negotiations. There was no way they could admit eight or nine thousand at once—it far exceeded expectations.
Meanwhile, the War Goddess of the Deerchase Academy and envoys from other major factions watched quietly, scanning the crowd for the Little Rascal, amused by the spectacle.
Amid the external chaos, the Little Rascal strolled leisurely through the forest of the second trial ground, utterly unperturbed.
“Not too few made it in—some are quite strong,” he mused, having already spotted dozens, including a few prodigies who had opened multiple divine passages despite their youth.
He moved through the dense woods, searching for the second trial ground’s “stele.”
Suddenly, the scent of blood filled his nostrils. His heart skipped a beat—ahead, near a waterfall, the ground was stained with blood. Half a skull lay there, belonging to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth, the rest of his body devoured.
He didn’t advance further, guessing that a flood dragon or other savage beast lurked in the waterfall.
Half an hour later, he reached a swamp and found signs of a fierce battle—severed arms lay bloodied on the ground. A monstrous ancient crocodile, eighty meters long, dwelled here.
“The death rate isn’t low,” he muttered, retreating.
“ROAR—!”
A deafening bellow erupted as mud exploded like a landslide. Nearby rocks and trees were hurled into the sky.
“Another one?!”
The Little Rascal was stunned. Another, even larger ancient crocodile—over a hundred meters long—burst from the swamp, its bronze scales gleaming with a metallic sheen as it lunged at him.
“Whoosh!”
He sidestepped with blinding speed, dodging the bloody maw. With a *CRACK*, the massive jaws snapped through several towering ancient trees, the stench of blood thick in the air.
“BOOM!”
The crocodile was relentless. Missing its bite, it swung a ten-meter-long claw, radiant with glyphs, in a devastating swipe.
The Little Rascal, mid-air, kicked out, colliding with the massive limb. The impact sent both flying back, each stunned by the other’s monstrous strength.
The crocodile was shocked—how could such a tiny human possess such terrifying power? It had taken it centuries to reach this level!
The Little Rascal spread his fingers, unleashing ten thick golden lightning bolts that struck the crocodile’s body, charring its scales and leaving its flesh mangled.
Enraged, the crocodile reared up, charging again—just as another giant crocodile, covered in glowing glyphs, lunged from the side.
Frowning, the Little Rascal abandoned the fight and fled. But the two beasts pursued, their massive bodies crushing through the forest, toppling ancient trees.
“ROAR—!”
Suddenly, a tiger’s roar shook the mountains.
The Little Rascal’s hair stood on end—he instantly recalled the black tiger he’d seen earlier, its paw capable of flattening a mountain peak.
He bolted without hesitation.
Yet the injured crocodile, eyes bloodshot, chased relentlessly, while the other, hearing the tiger’s roar, immediately submerged into the swamp.
The forest trembled as trees snapped and boulders flew. Beasts fled in panic as the hundred-meter-long monstrosity wreaked havoc.
“BANG!”
A figure suddenly lunged from the side, glowing like a silver war spirit, its aura oppressive. It struck the Little Rascal with a palm strike.
“BOOM!”
Glyphs intertwined, silver light erupting as the mountainside quaked. Ancient trees shattered, and massive boulders turned to dust.
The Little Rascal was startled—this was a formidable opponent. Without looking back, he countered with a palm strike, using the force to propel himself into the distance, vanishing into the forest.
The attacker gaped—that child was terrifying! Was that even a leap? It was more like flying!
Without hesitation, the attacker activated silver glyphs underfoot and fled in another direction.
“ROAR—!”
From the depths of the mountains, an earth-shaking roar echoed. A massive black tiger charged forth, shattering the ground. Two peaks blocking its path were obliterated with a single swipe.
The crocodile trembled, hastily killing over a dozen large beasts before prostrating itself, shivering in fear as it awaited the beast king’s arrival.
The black tiger appeared, gazing down before inhaling deeply. A dark light swept forth, swallowing the carcasses whole. Glancing at the mud-covered crocodile with disdain, it turned and left.
Blood pooled like a small river from the slaughtered prey. The crocodile, spared, fled as if granted amnesty.
Finally, the Little Rascal found the stele, wreathed in radiant mist—clearly a treasure. As he approached, a black stone flew into his hand.
Inscribed on the stele:
*Those with two Sky Mending Stones pass. Those with ten or more will be prioritized for cultivation.*
“Only one? So I need to steal more?” he muttered.
Realizing the implication, he considered camping here to ambush others while studying the stele—maybe he could pry loose some treasure.
But the stele, glowing with radiant light, suddenly shot away before vanishing underground.
“To prevent camping, forcing us to hunt each other,” he mused grimly. Becoming a genius disciple wasn’t easy—this trial had no rules, meaning the hunt for stones could turn deadly.
No wonder that silver attacker had ambushed him—they must’ve wanted his stone.
“Wonder how many geniuses made it to the second trial ground.”
Instead of rushing, he moved cautiously through the forest, scouting for others. Having traversed hundreds of thousands of miles of wilderness, his survival skills far surpassed his peers. If he chose stealth, he’d be terrifying.
“One, two…”
After two hours, he’d counted sixty or seventy people, estimating at least a hundred geniuses lurked here.
“That silver attacker was strong—I didn’t even sense them. Wonder where they’re hiding.”
Shrugging, he pressed deeper into the mountains. That colossal black tiger suggested something valuable might lie within.
From his wilderness travels, he knew supreme beasts often guarded spiritual treasures. He’d once stolen a spirit herb from a frost flood dragon’s lair, resulting in a two-day chase that nearly killed him and Qingfeng. He’d since learned caution.
But this was Sky Mending Pavilion’s backyard. Even if the black tiger went berserk, the ancient sacred land could suppress it.
Deep in the mountains, mist swirled among ancient trees and jagged boulders. The Little Rascal approached a barren highland, its air thick with black miasma—clearly a supreme beast’s domain.
He tread carefully, not willing to risk his life. The ground was hard as stone, devoid of vegetation.
At last, he reached a massive cavern, its entrance exhaling black miasma—the black tiger’s den.
“A treasure herb!”
His eyes lit up. At the cave’s mouth grew a foot-tall plant, shaped like a lotus but pitch-black as if carved from obsidian.
“Black Miasma Lotus!”
A rare spirit herb, nourished by miasma. Its potency was extreme, especially this one—fed by the black tiger’s aura, it was a true treasure.
“Perfect! I’ve been holding back my breakthrough, wanting to accumulate more spiritual essence. Now I don’t have to wait.”
He grinned, envisioning opening his sixth divine passage.
But first, he had to retrieve it without dying.
“Hmm? Someone’s already marked this.”
On the cave wall, an inscription noted the herb’s age—left by Sky Mending Pavilion.
He smirked. “After stealing the eighth zone’s treasure bone, how could I skip this? That’d be a sin!”
Glancing around furtively, his eyes gleaming, he tiptoed toward the tiger’s den.
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