Little Rascal took off running, but within the confines of the Heaven Mending Pavilion, there was nowhere to truly escape. As the local power, Xia Youyu eventually dragged him back.
“Senior Sister, I was wrong. You’re actually very beautiful, not fat at all—your jade-like figures are slender and delicate, truly pitiable.” As he spoke, his eyes lingered on their legs, which were indeed long and alluring, faintly visible through their robes like sculpted mutton-fat jade. Then his gaze shifted to their slender waists, so delicate they seemed barely a handful, soft and supple like water snakes.
Such an apology lacked sincerity.
In the end, the two “plump” beauties still gave him a good beating and forced him to spar and exchange techniques with the disciples of the Zhulu Academy!
Meanwhile, Huo Ling’er also wanted to thrash him. Despite her young age, she had been branded with the title of “big fatty,” nearly driving her to the brink of fury.
“What’s in it for me if I fight you? If I win, will you teach me the Great Peng Treasure Art?” Little Rascal asked bluntly, his pragmatism a lingering effect from his battles in the Hundred Shattered Mountains against the White Tiger and other ancient descendants.
*Thump!*
Xia Youyu rapped him on the head. “No nonsense! This is an exchange, understand?”
“What’s the point? Defeating them isn’t edible, and there’s no real benefit.” Little Rascal showed little interest, dragging his feet.
“Are you so sure you can beat us?” A woman across from him smiled sweetly, though a hint of killing intent flickered in her brows.
“Very sure,” Little Rascal replied casually, as if stating the obvious. Then he added, “But if I win, can I get a treasure art?”
Aside from the immobilized Tuoba Chuan, the rest of the Zhulu Academy disciples stepped forward, their expressions dark. This brat was too infuriating—they all wanted to gang up and beat him senseless.
“Since this is an exchange, naturally we’ll share insights. You all master the Peng Art, so later we can discuss techniques,” Xia Youyu said. Despite her urge to pummel him, she still showed some bias—after all, he was a disciple of the Heaven Mending Pavilion. Then she glanced at the War Goddess for her opinion.
“Don’t cry if you lose,” the War Goddess agreed with a faint smile.
“Come on, brat!” A girl lunged forward with incredible speed, her body covered in golden scales. Though it was the Peng Art, there were subtle differences.
“A scaled peng?” Little Rascal observed with interest.
The girl was formidable, around sixteen or seventeen, a renowned genius of the Zhulu Academy whose Peng Art had reached a divine level. At this moment, she seemed to transform into a humanoid golden peng, radiant and dazzling.
With a sharp cry, countless golden scales turned into razor-sharp blades, whistling toward him, aiming to pierce through his defenses.
“Scaled Peng—truly unique!” Little Rascal was delighted. This was worth studying.
*Boom!*
He punched forward, his fist wreathed in bone runes, carrying overwhelming force and masculine vigor. A dazzling light erupted, colliding with the dense golden scales.
*Pop!*
All the golden scales shattered into a rain of light, unable to withstand a single punch from Little Rascal.
The crowd gasped, especially the Zhulu Academy disciples. Aside from Tuoba Chuan, this was their first time seeing him fight bare-handed against a treasure art—how terrifying was that?!
“Junior Brother, is this how he defeated you?” someone asked.
Tuoba Chuan flushed crimson. Indeed, the other hadn’t even used a treasure art—just one punch had sent him, a so-called genius, flying in disgrace.
*Rumble!*
The battlefield shifted. The girl spread her arms, and a pair of massive wings unfurled behind her. With a powerful flap, a gale erupted, sending sand and stones flying.
“Divine Peng Gale!” Many exclaimed in shock.
A golden vortex formed, surging forward, grinding everything in its path—boulders and ancient trees turned to dust in an instant.
Little Rascal was surprised, then thrilled. “This can be integrated with the Golden Vortex Ripple Art, merged into my Kun Peng Treasure Art!”
Shifting positions, he spat out a stream of golden runes that clashed with the vortex. The collision was like two hurricanes meeting, threatening to tear the heavens apart.
The ground split, boulders soared, dust billowed—the spectacle was immense.
Little Rascal was overwhelmingly dominant. A single breath of innate essence, transformed into runes, held such power that the Zhulu Academy disciples paled.
*Whoosh!*
Little Rascal shot through the air, aiming to capture the girl. Yet, to his shock, he only grasped an afterimage—her true form was nowhere to be seen.
At the same time, golden feathers swirled around him, concealing razor-sharp scales that rained down like a storm, obscuring everything.
The girl had split into dozens of phantom images, hiding among the feathers and scales, all attacking him at once. It was impossible to discern her true form—an eerie technique.
“Illusory Peng Art!” The Zhulu Academy disciples brightened. The brat was too savage to face head-on—only by confusing his senses could they gain an advantage.
Little Rascal frowned. This was indeed tricky. The opponent’s ability to split into multiple forms made it hard to pinpoint the real one.
He struck swiftly, annihilating seven or eight phantoms in succession—yet none were the true body.
“Brat, you think you can suppress us? Not good enough!” the girl taunted. Golden feathers swirled everywhere, her figures multiplying, launching attacks from all directions. Countless golden scales pierced through boulders and trees, homing in on him.
Little Rascal dodged but found himself trapped, surrounded by enemies with no clear target.
*Clang!*
He shattered swathes of golden scales, then his body erupted with light—finally unleashing a treasure art. A pair of wings manifested, and with a single flap, chaos erupted. The golden storm was obliterated.
Everyone was stunned. Such terrifying power!
Next, golden vortices surfaced across Little Rascal’s body like armor, shielding him completely.
Golden feathers danced around him, countless figures reappearing as the girl launched another assault, aiming to cripple the formidable youth.
Yet this time, Little Rascal showed no fear. The golden vortices spun, devouring the incoming runes and essence of her treasure art—absorbing them for his own use.
“What kind of treasure art is this?!” Everyone was shocked.
“Golden Vortex Ripple Art!” Xia Youyu exclaimed, though she frowned. The defensive version of this art shouldn’t be capable of refining an opponent’s runes for personal use.
“It seems to have surpassed the Golden-Winged Peng’s art—more like the legendary method where the Kun Peng’s feathers absorb and refine the heavens,” the War Goddess murmured, though she couldn’t be certain.
Little Rascal’s golden vortices not only defended but also detected fluctuations in the attacks. Through this, he pinpointed the girl’s true form.
A smirk curled his lips. With a flap of his Kun Peng wings, a tempest erupted, annihilating everything in its path. He moved like a storm, swift and terrifying, his speed beyond belief.
*Thud!*
He seized the girl, lifting her effortlessly, suppressing her with powerful golden runes.
“Defeated just like that?” The crowd sighed. They knew the brat was strong, but not to this extent.
“Teach me your Peng Art,” Little Rascal demanded eagerly.
“Hmph!” The girl turned her head away.
“You promised!” Little Rascal grew anxious. He desperately wanted to refine his Kun Peng Art using the Zhulu Academy’s techniques.
“Don’t worry. We keep our word. Though the Peng Art is recorded in our academy, it’s not our core treasure—we can share,” the War Goddess said with a smile. She knew the Heaven Mending Pavilion also possessed a version, albeit different. Even if he studied it, he couldn’t recreate a superior art.
Of course, she didn’t realize Little Rascal truly could extract its essence—his goal was to reconstruct the Kun Peng Art, making this invaluable to him.
A whisper reached his ears, and Little Rascal’s eyes lit up—his gains were immense!
“Anyone else want to fight me?” he asked eagerly.
In the end, four youths stepped forward, bathed in blazing divine light like demons emerging from magma. All around seventeen or eighteen, they were elite talents nurtured by the Zhulu Academy.
“We know you’re strong. Will you face the four of us together?” they challenged, humbled by the brat’s ferocity. Rumors said he’d even hunted pure-blooded Zhujian and Chi Dragons—terrifying to imagine.
“No problem. If I win, teach me your treasure arts,” Little Rascal agreed readily.
“These are the Zhulu Academy’s four strongest youths,” the War Goddess said. Though she doubted they could win, she believed it’d be a good match.
Since this was an exchange centered on the Peng Art, golden feathers and divine light filled the air.
The four attacked together, wielding treasure artifacts—four fragments of golden bone fused with their bodies.
One’s arm transformed into a Peng claw, sharp and radiant. With a thunderous strike, it lashed out. Little Rascal barely dodged—a nearby boulder weighing tens of thousands of pounds turned to dust.
“So strong!” the crowd gasped.
Another fused with his bone fragment, his arm becoming a divine wing that swept like a heavenly blade, shattering Little Rascal’s runes with a metallic clang.
The third wielded a sword formed from his bone fragment, its golden sword Qi flooding the battlefield.
The fourth unleashed countless golden feathers like arrows, raining down relentlessly.
The four fought as one, resembling a reborn Peng. Their bone fragments formed a killing array, merging into a terrifying formation.
“The Zhulu Academy came prepared—they brought a formation to deal with the brat,” Xia Youyu noted.
“They brought four bone fragments intending to test their formation, never expecting him to also wield the Peng Art—and so powerfully,” the War Goddess explained.
These were bones of supreme ancient descendants, their runes dense and disruptive. Thus, the battle was fierce—Little Rascal couldn’t crush them instantly.
*Boom!*
With a flap of his divine wings, Little Rascal unleashed overwhelming force, sending one opponent flying.
The crowd was stunned. His Peng Art was impossibly fierce—even their formation couldn’t contain him!
“Kill!” the four shouted, their bone fragments resonating, their arts merging.
Little Rascal remained fearless. His Kun Peng wings trembled, golden light shredding the surroundings. Like a deity bathed in a golden sea, he swept through them, sending all four spitting blood and flying backward.
They paled—this was beyond resistance.
Little Rascal’s golden vortices absorbed their runes, refining them into energy to replenish his reserves, making him even stronger.
The War Goddess’s expression shifted. Though he wielded the Peng Art, she sensed something vast behind him—like an ocean where a great fish might ascend to immortality.
“Kun Peng!”
At this moment, she was certain. This boy had forged a path, incomplete yet already so formidable. If he perfected the Kun Peng Art, how unstoppable would he become?
In the end, the Zhulu Academy’s four elites were utterly defeated.
Overjoyed, Little Rascal obtained their Peng Art and immediately sat cross-legged to study it, his body glowing.
The crowd watched in awe as a golden egg shimmered behind him, a divine bird faintly visible within, its cry soul-shaking.
“Perfect! Once I master the Zhulu Academy’s art and study that Kun Peng bone, I’ll possess a world-shaking divine ability!” Little Rascal was ecstatic. He hadn’t yet delved deeply into the bone—having just obtained it the previous night—but now, with the Zhulu Academy’s techniques, his comprehension would soar.
*Crack!*
The earth quaked violently, as if the Heaven Mending Pavilion were struck by a quake. Everyone was startled.
*Boom!*
A spiritual mountain collapsed into a black abyss—not an isolated incident. Seven or eight more followed, a horrifying sight.
“What’s happening?!”
The Heaven Mending Pavilion was undergoing a bizarre transformation. The earth split with terrifying black fissures spreading everywhere. The sudden collapse of spiritual mountains was linked to this—utterly shocking.
“What’s going on?!” The elders of the Heaven Mending Pavilion were alarmed. Even the secluded ancestors emerged from their caves, faces grave.
Little Rascal leaped up, staring toward the source of the fissures—a bad feeling gripped him. That direction was where the ancient vine resided.
“What’s wrong? Is the Guardian Spirit perishing?” A sense of foreboding filled him.
Just last night, the ancient vine had given him the bone of the Kun Peng’s descendant—a treasure rivaling the sect’s core arts. Now, this disaster struck.
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