“That child didn’t perish in the Sky Mending Pavilion? Truly a survivor. With multiple sects joining forces, armies pressing in, and powerful experts gathered, such a brutal battle still couldn’t claim his life.” The news spread like wildfire, radiating from the Initial Land to higher sacred realms, stirring up a massive storm.
At this moment, the Initial Land was abuzz with activity. Everyone was discussing—some believed, while others sneered in disbelief. Representatives from the Four Great Clans, the Rain Clan, and even the ancient Tuoba lineage arrived to verify the rumors. The more they learned, the more they feared that vicious child. “If his talent is truly as terrifying as the rumors say, once he grows up, even if he doesn’t rule the Desolate Wasteland, he’ll undoubtedly become an unrivaled powerhouse. We cannot allow him to thrive.”
“Don’t you know who those two old men are? They’re notorious swindlers, having fooled countless people!” Some scoffed. The Initial Land was filled with all sorts of opinions—not everyone believed the claims.
“Hey, young man, watch your words! This old man deals fairly with all, upholding integrity and virtue!” Fine Jade Elder retorted, looking every bit the enlightened sage. Meanwhile, Bird Elder sat nearby, calm and composed, barely speaking. The bird on his shoulder, however, cast disdainful glances, as if mocking the crowd.
The two old men had indeed pulled many scams. Unaware newcomers, seeing their advanced age, often fell for their tricks. But those familiar with them in the Initial Land had long since learned to roll their eyes.
“Old fools, do you understand the consequences of deceiving us? If this is a lie, death will be the least of your worries!” A cold-faced expert arrived, his gaze blazing like torches, his tone filled with warning and threat.
“Believe it or not, take it or leave it. I won’t stoop to your level. If you want answers, bring your clan leaders—I guarantee their satisfaction,” Fine Jade Elder declared.
“Who do you think you are? Scamming here is one thing, but trying to deceive true ancient lineages? Watch your head!” The man sneered, his eyes dark with malice.
“Looking for trouble, are you? This old man has seen it all. If you’re not convinced, bring it on!” Fine Jade Elder, suddenly energized, shed his sage-like demeanor and became more combative than a hot-blooded youth.
The newcomer smirked and waved his hand. A group surrounded them, their Glyphs flashing before unleashing a barrage of Treasure Spells, sealing the area.
“Speak the truth now, or face the consequences!” Clearly, they came from a major faction, unwilling to barter for information—they intended to force the truth out through sheer might.
“Bullying the weak? Interfering with an old man’s business?” Fine Jade Elder feigned indignation. “Cutting off my livelihood is like killing me! I’ll fight you to the death!” With a roar, he hurled Bird Elder into the fray.
Chaos erupted. Bird Elder, no longer composed, erupted in fury. The group’s spells rained down, Glyphs dazzling brilliantly. Instead of countering, Bird Elder turned on Fine Jade Elder—but the bird on his shoulder took flight, intercepting the attackers.
**BOOM!**
A pillar of fire descended like a sea of primordial chaos. The bird was terrifying—instantly transforming the area into a lake of flames. The assailants screamed, rolling on the ground like torches before scrambling away. Though none died, they were thoroughly roasted, especially their leader, now charred and trembling in agony, needing support just to stand.
The most humiliating part? The two old men were now brawling with each other, completely ignoring them. It was all the bird’s doing.
*Is there no justice left in this world?* The group seethed, on the verge of tears. In an instant, the two quarreling elders became synonymous with demons in their eyes.
After this debacle, everyone abandoned thoughts of coercion. These two were untouchable—unfathomably powerful and utterly shameless. Ironically, their infamy lent their words some credibility. Many began to think they might actually know the holy terror’s whereabouts.
“This old man swears on his life—we know the truth. That little brat could be hiding in a rat’s nest, and we’d drag him out. But first, hand over Glyph Bones or precious blood!” The two elders vowed solemnly.
“This might be real. We’ve never seen them so serious before. Such a big commotion wouldn’t be worth a mere scam,” many mused, convinced.
More and more arrived, flooding the Initial Land. Major sects dispatched experts, all seeking confirmation. Not all bore hostility—some simply wanted to witness the spectacle. That “universally despised” child from two years ago was too outrageous. Now that the seal had lifted, what chaos would he unleash?
“The holy terror is returning to the Void God Realm! This’ll be good!”
“Hah! I can’t wait to see how he’s grown in two years. Hopefully, the Four Great Clans, the Tuoba lineage, and even the Western Tomb Mountain’s ancient beasts will clash with him!”
“If sacred mountains like Yi Mountain and Southern Fall send pure-blooded creatures across the wilderness, descending from their divine lands, it’ll be even more thrilling!”
The news spread at an unimaginable pace, drawing countless eyes. Clearly, after two years, the Initial Land was once again the center of a brewing storm.
“Are they serious? Those two old men dare sell information so brazenly—they must have backing.”
“First, they’re formidable. Second, they likely do know the child’s whereabouts,” the Rain Clan deliberated. Their hatred for the holy terror ran deep—defeated in the Hundred Shattered Mountains, foiled again at the Sky Mending Pavilion. They yearned for his death.
“Let’s see for ourselves. Bringing a vial of ancient blood isn’t a commitment—we can wait and see what others trade,” the Rain Clan decided, sending key figures to observe.
The Tuoba lineage, an ancient family that had weathered rise and fall, now stood strong again. Their youths, potential heirs, spoke: “Let’s see for ourselves. A mere child isn’t worth mobilizing the clan, but we can’t let him grow unchecked.”
As for the Four Great Clans? Their fury was palpable. The holy terror had been their nemesis, delivering humiliation and defeat—stacked into human pyramids in the Initial Land, their elite youths slain in the Hundred Shattered Mountains. The grudge was irreconcilable.
The news spread beyond the Void God Realm, reaching ancient kingdoms in reality. Many were stunned. The storm gathered, drawing ever more attention. The Void God Realm, once tranquil, now buzzed with unrest.
Finally, experts from various clans arrived, stepping through golden portals. Periodically, a major family’s appearance would cause a stir. Many hid their affiliations, their intentions far from honorable.
The Initial Land was packed, a spectacle reborn. Crowds jostled like a dense forest, with even kingdom elites entering the Void God Realm to witness the event.
“Oh? Crimson Cloud Young Master is here!” someone exclaimed.
A renowned expert from higher sacred realms, Crimson Cloud Young Master hailed from the Four Great Clans. His Crimson Feather Treasure Fan had been lost here two years ago. His younger brother, Crimson Wind, had tried to kill Little Rascal and steal his bones, provoking the holy terror’s wrath—leading to the looting of the Four Great Clans.
“This’ll be lively!” The crowd buzzed with excitement.
“Look—the Tuoba lineage’s young masters are here in the flesh!” Several men in their twenties strode forward, cold and silent, the elite of an ancient house.
Soon, Fine Jade Elder and Bird Elder were surrounded by high-status figures, while onlookers were barred by guards, creating a tense clearing.
Major factions had sent their best, all facing the two old men, demanding answers.
“No negotiations. What we’ve said stands—trade us ancient beast blood or rare Glyph Bones!”
“You really want blood for this?” A middle-aged man’s eyes flashed coldly.
“Indeed!”
“Fine. If the information’s true, we’ll pay.” The man placed a jade vial on the stone table. Inside, purple blood shimmered, radiant as living mist.
“Precious blood! Extremely rare!” The crowd gasped.
Hidden nearby, Little Rascal clenched his fists in excitement. The two elders, unusually composed, didn’t even blink.
“Speak. Now,” the middle-aged man demanded.
“Tell you alone? Then who else will trade blood?” Fine Jade Elder said calmly.
“You’re mocking me?!”
“No. With so many here, each sect places a vial on the table. Then I’ll tell you all,” Bird Elder declared.
The crowd inhaled sharply. *This is daylight robbery!* A single vial of ancient blood was priceless, inciting life-and-death struggles—yet they demanded a pile.
“Step forward if you want the truth. Otherwise, step back,” Fine Jade Elder said. “We need at least fifteen vials—no less.”
The demand was astronomical. One vial could enable multiple baptisms for a cultivator, shaping their destiny.
“With so many here, one vial per sect would stack into a hill,” Bird Elder added, exaggerating yet not entirely wrong.
The crowd smirked. The old men had overplayed their hand. Without real information, they’d face collective wrath.
“Old men, don’t burn yourselves,” a youth sneered, placing a blue-glowing vial on the table.
“I’ll join,” Crimson Cloud Young Master said calmly, adding a crimson vial.
A mist-shrouded elder stepped forward, depositing a golden vial.
“Rain Clan?” Little Rascal’s instincts sharpened. He’d studied their Glyphs, attuned to their aura.
“Any more?” Fine Jade Elder inspected each vial for tampering.
“Some things are only worth taking if you can keep your life. Even a pure-blooded ancient beast breaching limits can be slain here!” another threatened, adding his vial.
Little Rascal’s heart chilled. *They’re prepared for bloodshed.* But he wasn’t afraid—he had his own trump cards.
Finally, multiple ancient sects contributed vials. Little Rascal’s eyes burned. These were the same factions that had besieged the Sky Mending Pavilion, drenched in blood. Now, they sought to kill him again.
*For my fallen seniors and elders, I’ll collect the first installment of vengeance!*
Over fifteen vials now glittered on the table, radiant with divine light.
With a battle cry, Little Rascal lunged. Having broken all limits, he was near-invincible here. In one sweep, he scooped all the vials into his arms, shouting:
“Mine! All mine!”
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