The starting area was bustling with activity, people coming and going. The large bluestone embedded with runic bones, spanning about ten feet in radius, occasionally shimmered with radiant light, constructing golden passageways through which groups of people emerged.
“Where’s that little rascal? Let’s see if he truly has three heads and six arms, breaking records in a single day.”
“This kid is truly outrageous, but I can’t wait to see how he extorts the four great clans. Heh heh.”
The golden passageways gleamed brilliantly as cultivators emerged in droves—powerful figures from higher-tier blessed lands and sacred realms, drawn by the news from the Record Stone Tablets of the Void God Realm, eager to witness the commotion.
“Brother Dao, long time no see. Where have you been cultivating lately?”
“I’ve been training in the Ethereal Blessed Land. Ten years have passed since we last met. Fellow Daoist Canghai has already ascended, leaving only a few of us behind. Let’s gather later.”
At the starting area, golden passageways flickered intermittently on the large bluestone, bringing in visitors ranging from youths to elders—even ancient figures with missing teeth and hair, sighing nostalgically upon reuniting. It was clear just how much attention the starting area had attracted today, far exceeding its usual liveliness by tenfold.
Amidst the clamor, Little Rascal sat atop a massive boulder, chin resting on his palm, utterly absorbed. His gaze burned with fervor as he scrutinized his spoils, muttering to himself:
“This pile to the east can be exchanged for a treasure artifact. The southern pile must fetch a treasure technique. The northern pile…”
Each “pile” consisted of over a hundred captured experts, including high-ranking figures of great prestige. Yet now, they were being appraised like mere cabbages, valued in bulk.
The crowd found it both amusing and exasperating. This brat was truly one of a kind—how could the four great clans endure such humiliation? They must be seething with rage.
Indeed, the four clans had suffered greatly. A total of 563 captured experts were stacked into four human mounds, all severely injured and immobile. Now, this little devil was calculating their worth in “piles,” leaving them fuming. Was there no justice in the world? How had they been reduced to such a state?
Among the four human mounds were several esteemed figures who once commanded winds and rains, summoning armies with a flick of their hands. Now, they were lumped together as mere “piles,” suffocating from sheer indignation.
“Disgraceful!” An elder panted heavily, his liver aching from fury as he glared at the brat perched on the boulder, guarding his “property.”
“Huff…” A middle-aged man clenched his teeth, trembling with rage. In the real world, his every move was met with grand welcomes. Now, he could only seethe in helplessness.
“You two, hang in there! I still need you to exchange for treasure artifacts and techniques. Don’t die on me!” Little Rascal fretted, his innocent face only fueling their fury.
“This kid is truly an anomaly!” Even the elderly spectators who had traveled far could only sigh in amazement.
Many were unconvinced by this upstart who had broken two records in a single day—and in such an unscrupulous manner. Some couldn’t resist challenging him.
“Boom!”
Little Rascal specialized in dealing with such challengers. Runes blazed, divine light surged, and soon, another batch of opponents lay defeated on the ground.
“You don’t seem like big catches. I won’t bother making a new pile—just add you to these four as bonuses. If your clans come to redeem you, you can leave together.”
The captives nearly wept. They didn’t even qualify for their own “pile” and were relegated to mere add-ons. This brat was utterly shameless!
Some experts observed coldly from the sidelines, refraining from action.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted as four runic bones manifested, weaving intricate patterns into a blue barrier that trapped Little Rascal.
The four great clans had arrived. Without hesitation, they deployed a formidable formation, sealing him within.
“Such extravagance! These four treasure bones are extraordinary. Only a major clan could afford to use so many at once,” remarked a toothless elder.
After a closer look, he added, “Wait—these are mere projections, not the real artifacts. It seems they lost the Crimson Feather Fan and fear their clan treasure might also be lost in the Void God Realm. This formation can only be used once.”
Little Rascal’s eyes gleamed with focus. Gripping the crimson fan, he channeled its power, unleashing a terrifying wave of energy.
“Surrender the fan and release our people, or be annihilated!” The blue barrier tightened, locking the space as four powerful figures prepared to strike.
“Bring me real treasure artifacts in exchange! These four bones are nice, but mere illusions won’t cut it!” Little Rascal retorted.
“Such arrogance! Kill him!”
The four middle-aged men, all in their prime, activated their runes. Lightning surged like tidal waves, crashing toward him.
With a swing of his fan, crimson light erupted, clashing violently with the blue energy. The collision sent shockwaves rippling through the area, toppling even distant spectators.
This was a battle of supreme treasures, akin to two ancient beasts resurrected for a cataclysmic duel.
“Rescue our men!”
While Little Rascal was momentarily restrained, a team was dispatched to free the captives.
“Break!”
Little Rascal roared, summoning a radiant white bone—the very one he had pried from the bluestone gateway. Studying it, he had learned it could disrupt spatial formations.
Instantly, the enemy’s formation destabilized, the blue barrier crumbling. With another swing of his fan, he shattered the formation entirely.
Seizing the advantage, he pursued relentlessly. One of the four experts lost an arm to the crimson flames, screaming in agony.
“This clan has suffered greatly. The Crimson Feather Fan is priceless—likely a relic of an ancient beast! No wonder they’re desperate to reclaim it.”
“Indeed, that white bone in the kid’s hand is extraordinary. No wonder the four clans are so eager to seize it.”
“This is my spoils of war. Bring treasures to exchange!” Little Rascal declared, striking down the rescue team with another fan swing.
“Kill him!”
The four experts regrouped, reactivating their formation for a direct assault. But in the starting area, where cultivation was capped at the Blood Movement Realm, Little Rascal feared no one.
“Boom!”
The heavens trembled as silver grinding discs clashed with crimson flames. Though struck, Little Rascal emerged unscathed, while his opponents were sent flying—two even disintegrating into bloody mist.
The remaining two fled, one crippled, the other escaping with the four bones.
The battle ended with dozens more added to the human mounds. Little Rascal stood unharmed.
“This brat is terrifying!” The crowd gasped.
Subsequent attacks from the four clans ended in utter defeat. Within the starting area, no one could rival Little Rascal in the Blood Movement Realm.
Perceptions shifted. Initially seen as a cunning trickster, he now proved himself a prodigy—unmatched in his realm.
As the day wore on, challengers kept coming, including renowned experts and even clan leaders. All fell before him.
“Too strong!” The crowd was awestruck, witnessing the rise of a legend.
Little Rascal issued an ultimatum: if the four clans didn’t ransom their captives soon, he’d execute them all.
Panicked, the clans relented. Losing these experts would leave their high-tier territories undefended, resulting in catastrophic losses.
Instead of treasure techniques or artifacts, they offered four jade jars containing precious beast blood—each nearly equivalent to that of ancient beasts.
The crowd was stunned. Had this brat truly extorted the four great clans into submission? Many envied his success but knew none could replicate his feats.
“Did he really succeed?”
“Of course! Those clans rely on their territories in the Void God Realm. Without these captives, their lands would be seized within months!”
The four clans departed in disgrace, forced to pay a humiliating ransom.
Little Rascal waved cheerfully. “Wait for me! Once I leave the starting area, I’ll visit your higher-tier realms!”
Many stumbled, while others turned back with icy glares. “We’ll be waiting!”
Clutching his four jars of precious blood, Little Rascal grinned. He’d learned their value—enhancing spiritual power and, upon returning to the real world, strengthening his physical body.
News spread like wildfire, shocking higher-tier realms.
“Wait, that kid extorted the four clans? You’re joking!”
“The four clans actually lost in the starting area? No one could stop that brat?”
“This child is extraordinary—he made the four clans bow!”
Back in the starting area, the crowd lingered.
“Hammer Uncle, Bird Grandpa, Fine Jade Grandpa—did you find that mountain? I’m going to break a record.”
“Wait, this kid’s breaking another record?” The onlookers were astonished.
After defeating the four clans, his words carried weight.
“We found it. A few miles away—Shi Yi left an unbeaten record there,” Fine Jade Grandpa replied.
“Shi Yi’s record?!” The crowd erupted.
The name “Shi Yi” carried an almost mythical weight—a peerless genius whose achievements were legendary.
“Undefeated since birth, his glory shines like the sun!”
“In this era, few can compare. He surpasses all his peers!”
Some whispered of his divine origins—dual-pupiled eyes, a mark of ancient sages, and rumors of an innate supreme bone.
“Such talent ensures his future invincibility!” Even elder experts marveled.
“And this kid’s trying to break Shi Yi’s record?”
Many scoffed. Over the years, countless geniuses had tried and failed, their confidence shattered.
“His records are tough? I’ll break them all, one by one,” Little Rascal said nonchalantly.
The crowd gaped. Was he naive or truly confident?
“Child, if you insist, go ahead. Failure may temper your spirit,” some elders advised kindly.
“I’m not here to fail. I’m here to rewrite history,” Little Rascal muttered, displeased.
“Then let’s witness a miracle!”
Thus, a grand procession set off toward the mountain.
Word spread rapidly, shaking the entire Void God Realm. Someone dared challenge Shi Yi’s records?
“Who is this audacious soul?” Higher-tier realms buzzed with excitement.
“It’s that same brat—the one who caused an uproar today!”
“What? That little menace again?”
Across all realms, jaws dropped.
“We must see this!”
That day, the Void God Realm trembled. Little Rascal’s attempt to break Shi Yi’s records eclipsed all his prior exploits.
Countless experts, including revered elders and clan leaders, flocked to witness the event.
“Let’s see if he can truly surpass Shi Yi!”
The world held its breath.
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