Little Rascal darted away in a flash, carrying the glowing cocoon over mountains and valleys at an astonishing speed. In his eyes, anything the purple-clad maiden fancied couldn’t be ordinary—better to snatch it first and ask questions later.
“Shameless little thief!” The purple-clad maiden floated through the air, her sleeves fluttering like an immortal descending from the Moon Palace, exuding an ethereal and sacred aura as she gave chase. She was utterly furious—this wretched child had the audacity to ambush her with such disgraceful tactics! Wrestling was one thing, but biting her ear?!
Little Rascal paid no heed, grumbling inwardly. *She was the one scheming against me first—this is just fair combat! I’ve even bitten gravel before, let alone a fierce beast’s ear!*
Twisting and turning through the ancient mountain range, he occasionally glanced back and muttered, “You’re too ruthless! Why can’t you just let it go?!”
The purple-clad maiden seethed. This little thief was beyond shameless—daring to turn the blame on *her* after ambushing, wrestling, biting, and stealing her pendant treasure and the glowing cocoon!
“You wretched thief! You don’t even know what that is, yet you snatched it without hesitation—utterly despicable!” she gritted out.
Little Rascal ignored her. *Take first, ask later.*
After half an hour of relentless fleeing, he finally shook her off. After all, it was just one pursuer, not a flock of divine birds encircling him.
“You’re truly ruthless, biting that pendant right off her ear. Why couldn’t I bite through her wrist?” The Divine Striking Stone lamented, now shrunk to the size of a fingertip, swaying in Little Rascal’s hair.
“You lack an invincible heart!” Little Rascal declared without a hint of shame.
“Pah!” The stone scoffed. *Biting ears counts as an invincible heart?* It suddenly felt it wasn’t nearly shameless enough.
“This is a real treasure.” Little Rascal examined the pendant—no larger than a pigeon’s egg, perfectly round, translucent, and suffused with a violet glow, radiating auspicious mist.
“Let me see what kind of stone this is.” The Divine Striking Stone leaned in, clearly eyeing it as a potential snack.
“It’s not a stone—it’s a pearl. Don’t get any ideas, or I’ll stuff you into the little pagoda,” Little Rascal warned.
The thumb-sized pearl shimmered with iridescent light. With just a slight activation, glyphs appeared on its surface, forming a protective barrier that could also unleash sword energy—truly mystical.
“Just a small ornament, yet it carries divine might!” Little Rascal marveled. This treasure was extraordinary, rare beyond compare.
However, the pendant was too delicate to weave into his hair. Instead, he reforged the divine gold chain, stretching and thinning it to wrap around his wrist—now a hidden weapon of devastating potential.
“Wait… something’s off!” Little Rascal tensed, sensing a murderous aura. He quickly concealed himself.
Then he saw it—a massive, crimson-hued bison, its hooves scorching the rocks beneath into molten lava, a testament to its terrifying heat. It charged straight into a stone mountain—or rather, melted into it, sealing the entrance with flowing magma, leaving only a small opening.
“What’s it doing? That’s definitely a Beast King!” Little Rascal narrowed his eyes. After observing, he realized—the old bison was lying in wait, preparing to ambush any geniuses who ventured into the mountains.
Some divine birds and pure-blooded creatures had entered, seeking to plunder the dens of the strongest Beast Kings. But these ancient predators hadn’t all left—they too were lying in ambush.
“ROAR—!” A distant scream echoed as mountains trembled. A supremely talented genius had fallen, devoured by a five-colored peacock.
“So strong!” Little Rascal gasped. That genius had been formidable, their treasure radiating divine light, illuminating the entire mountain range—yet they still fell to the colossal peacock.
He grew even warier. Danger lurked everywhere.
“What *is* this cocoon?” Little Rascal retreated to a secluded forest, setting it down to examine it closely. It pulsed with radiant light, as if housing a divine silkworm.
The Divine Striking Stone chimed in, “This is premium material, rivaling celestial silk. Clothing made from it would repel dust, resist fire and water, and offer incredible defense.”
“I wonder when it’ll hatch. Could it be a Severing Heaven Demon Butterfly?” Little Rascal mused, hopeful.
“Have you ever seen a demon butterfly weave a bird’s nest?” the stone retorted.
“Fair point.” Little Rascal stuffed the cocoon into his spatial pouch.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar shook the earth. Even the massive five-colored peacock in the sky retreated, avoiding the distant mountain range.
“That must be the heart of Hundred Ruins Mountain. What kind of creature is *that*?” Little Rascal muttered, now moving with extreme caution. He knew Beast Kings lurked here, ready to strike at any moment.
BOOM! The earth quaked as Zhujian appeared, a chunk of flesh torn from its back, blood pouring as it fled in a whirlwind.
Behind it was an old wolf—gaunt, barely over a meter long, yet terrifyingly powerful. Its eyes blazed like lanterns, each leap covering hundreds of meters, leaving craters where it landed.
Zhujian activated a supreme treasure, encasing itself in light to escape—otherwise, the old wolf would have crushed it instantly.
“So strong! It looks like an ordinary wolf, yet it’s this ferocious?”
“Don’t underestimate it. That wolf has cultivated for centuries—it’s one of Hundred Ruins Mountain’s top experts,” the stone warned.
WHOOSH! Wings flapped as Bifang cried out in the distance, wielding a radiant treasure yet still suffering grievous wounds. A five-colored peacock pursued it, tearing through its defenses, feathers and blood raining down as it fled.
This wasn’t an isolated incident. In the heart of Hundred Ruins Mountain, bold geniuses who dared trespass into Beast King territory were being ambushed left and right.
Deeply unsettled, Little Rascal spent most of the day reaching the rendezvous point with Big Red and the Nine-Headed Lion—only to find the area in ruins, with no sign of them.
“ROAR—!” Another earth-shaking bellow erupted from the central region, shaking trees and sending leaves flying. Even distant ancient trees exploded into splinters.
“What *is* that creature?” Little Rascal’s unease grew.
SWISH! A beam of light streaked through the forest—the Flood Dragon, now bloodied, its tail nearly severed, fleeing in utter desperation.
Then Little Rascal finally saw what lurked in the mountain’s heart—a troop of golden monkeys, each radiating power, leaping from peak to peak as they pursued the Flood Dragon.
Their leader, a golden simian barely 1.5 meters tall, was especially terrifying. With each bound, it shattered the earth, crossing entire ridges in a single leap.
The Flood Dragon had been wounded by it, now cornered and nearly slain by the monkey troop.
THUD! The monkey chief hurled a massive spear, pinning the Flood Dragon and shattering its already mangled tail. Desperate, the dragon severed its own flesh and fled, encased in a protective light.
Even the descendants of ancient dire beasts, wielding supreme treasures, were no match here—brutalized, nearly killed.
Little Rascal’s heart pounded. *Is Big Red and the Nine-Headed Lion already dead?*
These golden monkeys had emerged from the sealed lands—none had seen them before. Each was formidable, but their leader was monstrously powerful.
“I feel like the Flood Dragon provoked them. Otherwise, with its skills, it could’ve hidden safely,” Little Rascal mused.
“It must’ve been after something in the monkeys’ territory—something extraordinary,” the stone speculated.
SWOOSH! Suddenly, an ancient tree trembled, dozens of glowing roots lashing out like spears and serpents, aiming to entangle and kill.
“Ironblood Ancient Tree?!” the stone shrieked.
BOOM! Little Rascal summoned the Suanni Mirror, unleashing thunderbolts—yet the colossal tree remained unharmed, its roots indestructible, the entire plant a living treasure.
CLANG! A dozen roots struck like divine whips, shattering boulders and rattling the mirror itself.
“Run! Your treasure’s strong, but this tree’s cultivation is far beyond you!” the stone urged.
Ironblood Ancient Trees were savage, sentient plants with a thirst for battle, feared by all.
SHING! Little Rascal swung the broken sword, severing several roots. Enraged, the tree turned crimson, leaves bleeding red as countless glyphs surged forth.
“Too strong!” The tree’s power was overwhelming. Little Rascal fled, hacking through branches, his pendant’s barrier deflecting glyphs.
BOOM! The mountainside exploded, sending him tumbling like a leaf, coughing blood.
The Ironblood Ancient Tree uprooted itself, now a demonic colossus. A single root lashed out—SMASH!—shearing off a mountain peak.
“A King-grade entity!” Little Rascal shuddered. These mountains seemed quiet, but death lurked everywhere.
He fled, but the tree was relentless, uprooted yet faster than any beast, flattening the landscape in pursuit.
For two hours, it razed mountains, unstoppable. Finally, Little Rascal escaped—bruised, bloodied, barely alive.
Lying low for two days, he observed the area. The Flood Dragon, Zhujian, and Bifang had returned. Even the purple-clad maiden arrived, forming an alliance with the pure-blooded creatures.
Then he spotted traces of the Severing Heaven Demon Butterfly, the Demon Willow, and even Shi Yi—all drawn to the sealed heart of Hundred Ruins Mountain. *What treasure lies in those monkeys’ domain?*
“Over here—this way!” A familiar voice hissed.
Little Rascal spun to see Big Red, sneaky as ever, signaling from hiding. Then emerged Fire Spirit Princess, the Nine-Headed Lion, and others—stepping out from the void.
*They almost slipped past my senses!* He was stunned. How had they appeared out of nowhere?
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