The little rabbit bared her teeth and brandished her claws, her long silver hair gleaming like satin as it fluttered in the wind. Her large, lively eyes sparkled, giving her a fresh and ethereal appearance.
Shi Hao directly plucked a sacred herb from the body of the inheritor of the Immortal Palace and stuffed it into her hand. Instantly, she stopped struggling and ceased her “desperate resistance.”
*Crunch!*
The little girl bit off a section of the radiant, purple-hued ancient herb as if it were mere cabbage, immediately breaking into a delighted grin.
Too extravagant! Many who witnessed this scene inwardly grumbled. Who would waste a sacred herb like this? She just took a bite without even refining it, treating it as ordinary food.
“Come on, I’ll treat you all to Golden-Winged Great Peng meat,” Shi Hao said with a wave, leading the way.
Of course, before leaving, he incinerated the body of the Immortal Palace inheritor to prevent any unexpected “resurrection” mishaps.
This incident sent shockwaves through the area. The young prodigy of the Immortal Palace had fallen, his body and soul utterly annihilated. A genius once hailed as capable of sweeping through three thousand provinces had met his end just like that!
The outside world was equally unsettled, the ripples of this event spreading even wider.
The Immortal Palace—how transcendent was this lineage? Though their numbers were few, never exceeding five (excluding servants), they stood above countless great sects.
Especially their old Palace Master—how many in the Upper Realm could rival him?
This sect looked down upon all other legacies, connected to the legends of immortals, and had even buried the once-unparalleled Supreme Hall.
Yet now, the inheritor of such an ancient sect had been slain in the Immortal Ancient, all his life-saving methods rendered useless, dying without a shred of doubt—and worse, he had been killed five times in succession!
How astonishing was this?
The ancient bronze hall hovered in the void, shrouded in chaotic energy, silent and still. But the surrounding servants trembled, sensing a fury and killing intent as violent as a volcanic eruption.
“Di Chong… gone just like that. When we named you, we hoped you would rise as an emperor and break through the heavens. Never did we imagine you would fall so soon…”
A hoarse sigh echoed from within the bronze hall, carrying both regret and an overwhelming killing intent that instantly swept across the land, shaking mountains and valleys.
Dead. Di Chong, the inheritor of the Immortal Palace, was dead—slain by Shi Hao, shocking the outside world.
Shi Hao instantly became the focal point of everyone’s discussions. No one had expected the merged primary and secondary bodies of the Immortal Palace’s inheritor to fall so decisively, killed five times over.
This was not just a defeat—it was a humiliation, tarnishing the invincible reputation of the Immortal Palace.
“Truly unimaginable. Shi Hao hails from the Lower Realm, rising from the wilderness, yet he’s already capable of rivaling the strongest geniuses of the Upper Realm. Perhaps in the future, he’ll even contend with the ancient freaks.”
People sighed, reassessing this young powerhouse with newfound respect. His rapid progress far exceeded expectations.
“Things are about to get lively. Once the Immortal Ancient opens and the geniuses return, Shi Hao will undoubtedly stir up massive waves!”
Soon, the area buzzed with excitement. Everyone was stunned by this battle, which had unfolded so differently from their expectations.
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**Immortal Ancient, Qingling Realm**
Peach blossoms bloomed in abundance, their petals falling like rain, each one crystalline and radiant. Here, there was no clamor, no bloodshed—only an otherworldly beauty and tranquility.
“We’re in for a treat—braised Golden-Winged Great Peng!” Cao Yusheng rubbed his hands together, his chubby face beaming with joy.
On a jade table, the Golden-Winged Great Peng lay on a silver platter, its golden hues and silver sheen dazzlingly intertwined, exuding an irresistible aroma.
Clearly, the silver platter was a spatial treasure—otherwise, how could it hold such a massive bird? The Eight Delicacies Pavilion was indeed meticulous, with even their utensils crafted from magical artifacts.
Most of the Peng had been braised, while a smaller portion was roasted, its wings glistening golden-brown, dripping juices that sizzled in the precious furnace below.
The furnace, too, was a treasure—ordinary tools couldn’t cook divine avian meat or support even half a Peng.
The little rabbit stared at the roasted wings, drooling but insisting, “I don’t eat meat! I’m vegetarian!”
“Heh heh heh…” Shi Hao and the little fatty exchanged knowing grins.
Around the silver platter were various bronze dishes holding other delicacies—mostly beasts, fierce birds, and spirit herbs—though compared to the Peng, these were mere “side dishes.”
There were also several jars of sacred wine. The moment their divine clay seals were cracked, an intoxicating fragrance spread through the entire tavern, even permeating the peach garden outside.
Earlier, Shi Hao had only managed to buy a single pot. But now, the owner had brought out the tavern’s finest reserves, terrified by the battle. If Shi Hao could kill the Immortal Palace inheritor five times, this demon king was not to be trifled with—lest he decide to cook and devour everyone present.
Shi Hao already had quite the reputation—clashing with Ning Chuan’s spirit body, surviving the Lair of Fiends, and most terrifying of all, devouring seven or eight young supremes in a single day at the Silver Millstone Mountain.
This had thoroughly frightened many creatures, especially those whose true forms weren’t human. They now gave him a wide berth, fearing they might become his next meal.
“Let’s dig in!” Shi Hao laughed.
*Gulp gulp gulp…*
As Shi Hao, Qing Yi, and the little fatty tore into the golden Peng meat, the little rabbit beside them began chugging wine, her face instantly flushing red.
“Little sister, there’s vegetarian food here. No need to just drink,” Qing Yi said gently, pointing to the other dishes.
Shi Hao burst into laughter. “She doesn’t actually like vegetarian food. She’s just trying to get drunk so she can ‘accidentally’ steal some Golden-Winged Great Peng meat.”
“Heh heh…” The little fatty chuckled—this wasn’t the first time this had happened.
“Nonsense! I don’t eat meat! I’m vegetarian!” The little rabbit huffed, her big red eyes glaring indignantly.
Of course, the angrier she got, the more she drank, polishing off half a jar of sacred wine in no time—much to Shi Hao and the little fatty’s dismay.
Soon, the potent wine took effect. The little rabbit’s face turned rosy, her eyes hazy, and she began flailing her limbs, lunging for the Peng meat.
Qing Yi stared in shock, finally understanding the snow-white rabbit’s true nature.
Sure enough, no one ate more voraciously than her. Her little face was soon smeared with grease as she happily devoured the meat, her earlier claims of vegetarianism long forgotten.
Of course, once she sobered up, she’d undoubtedly deny everything.
The other patrons of the Eight Delicacies Pavilion watched speechlessly. The Golden-Winged Great Peng—reduced to a dish, and now being devoured by a dainty little girl.
“I hate you all!” The God-Slaying Stone clattered inside a silver bowl, gnashing its teeth as it watched them feast. It angrily pulled out a few rocks of its own and began crunching on them.
As they ate, they shared their experiences in the Immortal Ancient, with the little rabbit occasionally drunkenly joining in.
“I need to go into seclusion to cultivate immortal energy. I must take that step,” Shi Hao declared, his eyes burning with determination.
“Even the assassins from the Heavenly Kingdom have appeared. The situation isn’t good. Those cold-blooded creatures don’t act without payment—someone must have targeted you,” Qing Yi said.
“Exactly!” The little rabbit nodded drunkenly.
“Why don’t we all go into seclusion together? We can watch each other’s backs,” the little fatty suggested.
“My place is a bit… unique. It might not suit you,” Shi Hao said.
“Anywhere’s fine for me. I’ve been researching how to engrave killing formations into flesh, bones, and even the soul,” Cao Yusheng said.
Each had their own path. This guy’s audacity was well-known—he wielded the Third Killing Formation, capable of unleashing chaotic sword energy.
“So that’s your path?” Shi Hao asked.
“That’s just the foundation. Next, I’ll gather earthly qi and heavenly essence to nurture a Dao embryo, birthing a living grand formation. The steps after that are even more complex,” the little fatty said confidently.
“My path is to sample all kinds of spirit herbs, tasting the essence of ten thousand plants to forge a natural divine body,” the little rabbit hiccuped, eyeing Shi Hao—she knew he had plenty of ancient herbs.
She didn’t necessarily need to eat them; she sought to comprehend the Dao of life and nature through them.
As for Qing Yi, her path was unique—the azure moon above her hadn’t faded, hinting at an extraordinary legacy.
“Then let’s go together!” Shi Hao said. They could support each other if enemies came.
“Be careful not to be followed.” They departed, heading for seclusion.
“Wait, you’re cultivating here?” The group was stunned. It was the most basic path—among the three thousand bluestone roads.
Once they understood Shi Hao’s method, they were amazed. The little rabbit muttered, “No wonder you love roasted Peng wings. You’ve been roasting yourself here all along!”
*Thunk!*
Shi Hao flicked her forehead, making her yelp in pain, tears welling up as she lunged at him.
……
“This seclusion will be dangerous. I’ve encountered two omens of misfortune already. If I try again, something inexplicable might appear. You’ll need to keep your distance,” Shi Hao warned gravely.
“This time, I’ll set up a formation to capture it. Let’s see what this ‘misfortune’ really is,” the God-Slaying Stone said.
Cao Yusheng, the little rabbit, and Qing Yi all nodded in agreement. They were bold enough to try capturing the so-called “omen” together.
Shi Hao sighed. Only those who had experienced it knew how terrifying those things were. Last time, he had barely survived.
“I’m not joking. Don’t get involved, or you might bring disaster upon yourselves,” he urged.
“We’ll face it sooner or later. If we work together to capture one now and study it, it’ll be useful in the future,” Cao Yusheng insisted. He proposed using his killing formation to trap it.
That was the Third Killing Formation of the Upper Realm, born from chaos—absolutely world-shaking!
“Exactly! Let’s set it up quickly. With our combined strength, we’ll catch one and teach it a lesson!” the little rabbit cheered, utterly fearless.
Shi Hao was speechless. They were dead serious about this.
“Fine. Let’s try it. If we can catch one of those strange things, I’d like to know what they really are,” Shi Hao finally agreed, joining them in preparations.
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