A hazy glow swirled and shimmered, enveloping a tiny creature in an aura of profound mystery. The crowd erupted in astonishment—this was the descendant of an ancient deity! They surged forward, desperate to seize it.
“Don’t snatch!” Little Rascal, his body radiating golden light, unleashed hundreds of lightning bolts to shield himself as he fought his way out of the encirclement.
“Leave the divine cub behind!” roared the Silver-Blooded Giant. Though he knew he was no match for this human youth, fear was the last thing on his mind now. With everyone attacking together, surely they could subdue him! His massive hand, etched with glowing runes, blazed with power as it descended, intending to crush Little Rascal into paste.
Not to be outdone, the Winged King unleashed two divine beams from the roots of his tattered wings, slashing toward Little Rascal’s arms to sever them.
“Hand over the divine descendant!” the others bellowed, unleashing a storm of treasure spells. The hillside erupted in dazzling brilliance, light raining down like petals.
But then—
“Huh?”
“What’s happening?”
Almost simultaneously, everyone realized something was wrong. Their spells fizzled, the radiant light was absorbed, and the lightning vanished—all swallowed by the swirling mist in Little Rascal’s arms.
“It’s the divine cub! It’s absorbing energy to grow!” The crowd gasped in horror. Just born, and already displaying such terrifying power—what would it become when fully grown?
Little Rascal broke free, feeling something soft and furry in his grasp. The five-colored mist dissipated, revealing a foot-long creature curled in his arms. It was a scruffy little thing, gray and fluffy, with soft fur and a pair of perked-up ears. Two tiny bumps protruded from its head, hinting at future horns. Its large, black eyes blinked in confusion as it huddled fearfully against him.
“It really is the Wolf God’s descendant!” the crowd exclaimed.
But this was just a small wolf—nothing as divine as they’d imagined. No radiant aura, no auspicious mist, just eyes like polished gemstones, bright and full of life.
“Wait, it has wings too!” A senior from the Sky Mending Pavilion gasped. The tiny wings, also gray and folded against its back, were easy to miss. And those bumps on its head? Definitely horns—Little Rascal confirmed it by parting the fur to reveal gleaming nubs.
“Wolves really do lay eggs, huh?” Little Rascal marveled, staring at the cub.
The crowd watched him drool and panicked. Was he seriously considering eating the divine cub? That would be sacrilege! If the Wolf God took notice, divine retribution would surely follow.
“Don’t you dare eat it!” Princess Huo Ling’er rushed forward, her jade-like arms outstretched to block him. “This is a divine being! You mustn’t defile it, let alone consume it!”
From a distance, the Nine-Headed Lion roared, golden light surging. “You cannot harm the divine cub!”
Little Rascal glared at them, baffled. “You’re all so cruel! How could anyone eat such a rare divine treasure? You gluttons!”
The crowd nearly choked. Who was the glutton here? The audacity to accuse them!
“A divine cub should be raised, not eaten—or you’ll be struck by lightning!” Little Rascal wiped his drool, his eyes burning with fervor, which only terrified everyone further.
Of course, he wasn’t planning to eat it. He intended to raise it, study its innate runes, and master its divine abilities!
“By the way, your earlier attacks fed it energy. That seems to help it grow. Hit me again!”
To demonstrate, he flicked a golden lightning bolt at the cub.
“YOWL!”
The little wolf’s fur stood on end, its limbs twitching as if about to be electrocuted.
Little Rascal yelped and stopped. “Huh? It was absorbing energy just fine. Why can’t it handle this?”
“You monster! You’re going to kill it!” Princess Huo Ling’er shrieked, horrified.
A burnt smell filled the air—the cub’s fur was singed black. Though unharmed, its wide eyes brimmed with fear.
“Strange. It’s a god’s descendant—it should be tough. Let me try again—”
“NO!” The crowd lunged to stop him.
“Even divine descendants aren’t invincible at birth! They need time to grow!”
Little Rascal nodded. “Fair. Even legendary beasts like Qiongqi, Golden Crows, or Suanni weren’t born all-powerful.”
Then he grinned. “But if I met a young primordial beast my age, I could probably catch it.”
Everyone rolled their eyes. No one believed him—they were too busy worrying about the cub’s fate.
Ignoring them, Little Rascal flipped the cub over, probing its body for runic imprints. The crowd paled—he was trying to extract the Wolf God’s legacy!
“ENOUGH!” The Silver-Blooded Giant struck first, desperate to seize the cub and its divine secrets.
“Loser, still trying?” Little Rascal spat a lightning bolt, scorching the giant’s hand.
He then spun, hurling his golden bone scissors at the Winged King, who had lunged with a blade wreathed in runic power.
*CRACK!*
The scissors sheared through the weapon and severed the Winged King’s arm. Blood sprayed as he screamed, retreating with his followers.
Silence fell. No one dared move.
The Nine-Headed Lion watched coldly but held back—it had already lost once.
The crowd felt helpless. How could a human youth outmatch primordial descendants?
Princess Huo Ling’er’s cloaked guards stirred but coughed blood—still injured from the divine cavern. She stopped them.
With the threat quelled, Little Rascal resumed his examination.
“Nothing?!” He gaped in disbelief. The cub should have had divine runes, yet he found none—just unusually strong flesh.
He tried again, using the Bone-Probing Art from the *Primordial True Interpretation*, but still nothing.
Disappointed, he sighed. “Are you really a god’s descendant?”
The scruffy cub blinked up at him, looking utterly ordinary—except for those luminous eyes.
He tugged its tail and unfolded its wings, making it yelp.
“Stop tormenting it! Give it here!” Princess Huo Ling’er snatched the cub away.
Yet the little wolf squirmed free, scrambling back onto Little Rascal’s shoulder like a koala. It licked its lips, whimpering—clearly hungry.
Little Rascal scratched his head. “Why’s it so clingy?”
He turned to Huo Ling’er. “Hey, got any milk?”
The crowd froze.
“**DIE!**”
Princess Huo Ling’er, normally graceful and composed, exploded in fury. Flames erupted around her as she hurled everything within reach at him.
Little Rascal fled, the cub clinging to him. “What’s her problem? No milk, no need to flip out. Let’s find some ourselves—beast milk’s the best!”
The crowd facepalmed, recalling his infamous alias in the Void God Realm: *Loves Beast Milk Most*.
“Apologize to her,” a senior sister whispered, blushing. “You can’t say that to a maiden.”
“Why? If she keeps chasing me, I’ll punch her!”
The chase lasted two hours before they stopped.
Little Rascal caught a mother wolf to nurse the cub, but it refused, eyeing Huo Ling’er’s pouch instead.
Curious, she opened it, revealing two spirit herbs and a jade cauldron. The cub devoured the herbs, then lunged at the cauldron, drooling.
Inside was a heart—a rare flesh treasure from a powerful beast.
“It’s this young and already eating such things?!” Huo Ling’er gasped.
Little Rascal’s eyes bulged. That heart was a cultivation treasure! Wasting it on the cub pained him.
Huo Ling’er glared. “You can’t raise it. Give it back—we brought it from the cavern!”
The cub, having finished its meal, pricked its ears and bolted back to Little Rascal, eyeing her warily.
She fumed. “I fed you! Why trust *him*? He’ll eat you!”
Little Rascal chuckled. “Go on, stick with her for food. Come find me when I need you.”
The cub nodded, flapped its wings, and trotted back to her, blinking innocently.
She seethed but smiled inwardly. *Once I take it to the palace, I’ll train it properly.*
The Silver-Blooded Giant and Winged King exchanged glances and fled, planning to regroup.
But Little Rascal, Huo Ling’er, and the Sky Mending Pavilion’s elites hunted them down, capturing them.
Days later, in a swamp, the Nine-Headed Lion roared, mired in mud as Little Rascal cornered it.
“You’re too dirty to ride now,” he complained, battling the golden-maned beast until both tumbled into a waterfall.
Finally mounted, he declared, “I’ll tame you!”
The lion growled. “I’m the Nine Spirits King’s grandson! Oppress me, and you’ll face doom outside this realm!”
Little Rascal sighed. “Too late for threats. How about this—serve me willingly, and I won’t make you beg.”
Three days of nonstop combat later, the exhausted lion collapsed, its golden fur dull.
“I yield! Let’s swear brotherhood!” it panted.
“You wanted me as a pet. Now I want you as a mount!”
“Forgive my arrogance! With me as your ally, you’ll shake the world! My clan has an ancient method—I’ll evolve into a pure-blooded primordial beast!”
Little Rascal’s eyes sparkled. “Perfect! I came here to catch a young primordial beast. You’ll do!”
The lion roared in frustration.
Huo Ling’er interjected, “Spare it. A Nine-Headed Lion’s evolution is unparalleled—it once slew gods!”
Reluctantly, Little Rascal agreed. “Fine. You’re my little brother now. Tell your grandpa to send me gifts—hundreds of pounds of spirit herbs. A saint herb would be nice.”
The lion nearly vomited blood. *Hundreds of pounds?!* Saint herbs were beyond rare!
“Now, carry me to treasures. Find me the Fountain of Youth, and I’ll fix your missing heads.”
The lion groaned. *Still a mount?!*
Nearby, the cub scampered over, curling happily against Little Rascal.
The lion shuddered. *This brat tamed a divine cub… Could he really subdue a primordial beast?*
After a mental comparison, it conceded—this “glutton” might not be bluffing.
Defeated, the lion made him vow to release it after finding the fountain.
“Relax, as your big brother, I’ll take care of you.” Little Rascal tossed the cub to Huo Ling’er. “Eat up and grow fat. You’ll guard my village if I fail to catch a beast.”
The crowd gaped. Using a divine cub as a watchdog? Such extravagance!
The cub nodded earnestly, then turned to Huo Ling’er for more food.
“You’re just like him—a gluttonous rascal!” she fumed.
With that, Little Rascal rode off on the Nine-Headed Lion.
Elsewhere, under a rain of shimmering droplets, a group gathered—the Rain Clan.
“Our power peaks in the rain. Any news of that boy?”
“A one-horned bear spoke of a brutal youth who killed a Wood Clan genius and feasted on beasts. He’s nearby.”
“Then we’ll wait. He’ll emerge soon.”
Their silhouettes blurred as the rain intensified, their auras swelling with each drop.
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