“Am I seeing things? It’s really him—the holy terror from the Void God Realm has entered the Hundred Shattered Mountains!” The commotion outside the mountain gate was deafening, with all the human prodigies in an uproar. No wonder someone had placed a bounty on his head to claim it—he had truly entered this pocket world. “Meeting him surpasses the rumors. Poor Feiyi, poor Three-Eyed Clan genius, poor Five-Colored Divine Luan, they actually ran into him.”
“Truly living up to his infamous reputation—the scourge of gods and men alike, the holy terror!” People gasped in awe, recalling all the outrageous things he had done. Many had wanted to teach him a lesson, only to suffer disastrous consequences. The human prodigies were both shocked and exhilarated—this little menace was wreaking havoc on other powerful races, bringing glory to humanity.
“I never thought I’d see the holy terror in the flesh one day—it’s unbelievable!” Some young girls chattered excitedly, their sparkling eyes wide as they jostled to get closer. However, the mountain gate was guarded by powerful ancient descendants, making it impossible for them to force their way in.
Of course, there were also those who seethed with resentment, having disliked Little Rascal since the Void God Realm. Now, their hatred only deepened. “If word gets out, both the ancient kingdoms and the Void God Realm will be in an uproar. This holy terror is growing more ruthless by the day—he’s reached a whole new level of infamy!”
The area buzzed with excitement as even prodigies from other races learned of the holy terror’s origins and past exploits, leaving them utterly dumbfounded. This kid was truly one of a kind.
Beside the mountain gate, a clear spring bubbled sweetly. The big red bird set up a black cauldron, exhaling divine radiance as flames roared, bringing the water inside to a boil. “Hurry up, it’s already boiling!” It glanced back, trembling with excitement. Feiyi, a divine serpent, was an irresistible temptation for birds.
“You handle this.” Little Rascal tossed the strange snake to it.
“Got it!” The big red bird replied eagerly, wiping its beak with its feathers, afraid it might drool.
The Feiyi’s body was fiery red, covered in incredibly hard scales that shimmered with crimson light. Striking it produced metallic clangs, as if hitting iron. It had a single head, but from the neck down, its body split into two serpentine forms, each with a wing—only together could it fly. It had six clawed limbs, densely covered in scarlet scales, capable of tearing through metal with ease.
“This is tough—never eaten a snake like this before.” The big red bird sweated profusely, struggling to peel the scales from where the lightning had charred it. Eventually, it borrowed Little Rascal’s golden bone scissors and sped up the process, cutting the Feiyi into segments.
The Feiyi’s flesh was crystalline white, tender and glossy, exuding a fragrant aroma even before cooking. “Haha, perfect! A pot of snake stew—this is definitely a delicacy of the mortal world!” The big red bird swiftly tossed the meat into the cauldron, stewing it in full view of the crowd.
A purple marten crept closer, its ruby-like eyes darting around as it muttered to itself, “That human kid is terrifying. I’d better stay on his good side—who knows if I’ll end up as his next meal?”
“Here’s some salt—don’t waste it.” Little Rascal tossed over a salt pouch, reminding it to use it sparingly. After dealing with the Rain Clan’s experts in the desert, he had retrieved some of his lost “treasures,” including seasonings.
Now, by the spring, he personally prepared the bird leg and wing meat, removing the glowing feathers before washing them clean. He had the big red bird fan its wings, releasing flames to roast them.
Little Rascal was patient, carefully grilling the two massive chunks of precious meat. Before long, the aroma filled the air, the golden, glistening meat sizzling with fat.
“So delicious!” He swallowed hard. Even the onlookers—ancient descendants included—couldn’t help but salivate. This wasn’t ordinary meat—it was the flesh of a Five-Colored Divine Luan, a rare delicacy few could ever taste.
The leg and wing meat glowed with multicolored light, golden and crispy, dripping fat into the flames with a tantalizing sizzle. This was a supreme tonic, capable of boosting one’s essence, strength, and overall power.
Even the ancient descendants who had previously clashed with Little Rascal now found themselves tempted, wishing they could cozy up and snag a piece of that golden meat.
Only one creature was furious—the Five-Colored Luan, circling high above, screeching in rage, its body ablaze with radiant light.
“Stop screeching. I didn’t eat you whole—out of respect for my little brother, I only took a leg and a wing.” Little Rascal called up to it.
The Luan’s feathers bristled in fury. This vicious child was infuriating—publicly devouring its flesh while acting so domineering. It nearly fainted from rage.
The roasted meat, now crispy and glazed with honey, was even more irresistible. Little Rascal cleaned his spoils—a crystalline flying sword forged from scarlet fangs—before using it as a carving knife.
He sliced the golden meat, sprinkled salt, and brushed on honey before roasting it further. Originally, he had brought plenty of seasonings and cookware, but most had been lost during his escape.
“Mmm, so good!” Once done, he tore off a piece, the honey stretching into threads. The first bite melted in his mouth, flooding his senses with an intoxicating aroma.
“This is amazing!” He devoured another chunk, his body radiating five-colored divine light as he feasted.
“Big Red, Purple Marten, come eat!” Little Rascal wolfed down two pounds in moments, his tongue nearly melting from the flavor.
The surrounding creatures watched enviously. This human kid might be ruthless, but he knew how to enjoy life—feasting so boldly in such a dangerous place.
The big red bird hesitated. “That’s bird meat. Eating it feels… wrong. I’ll wait for the snake stew.”
“Don’t be ignorant. This is Luan meat—not your kin. It’s packed with essence. Eating it might help you break through.”
The big red bird wavered. “But the Feiyi is just as nourishing. I’ll wait!”
The purple marten, however, had no qualms. It wasn’t a bird, and after nearly losing its third eye in battle, it needed this tonic. It took a bite and exclaimed, “Incredible!”
“Of course! I’m a renowned gourmet!” Little Rascal boasted.
The two feasted heartily, though the marten restrained itself, mindful of its size.
The spectacle left the ancient descendants torn between envy and frustration. Only the Five-Colored Luan raged above, barely restraining itself from diving down for a fight.
“Little brother, don’t be shy—come eat!” Little Rascal called out, his belly round and glossy, his body bathed in divine light.
The golden lion approached, conflicted. This sworn brother of his was too wild—how could he act like this? It almost felt like *it* was the human, and *he* the savage ancient descendant.
“Don’t just stand there—dig in!”
The nine-headed lion couldn’t possibly eat, lest its old ally the Luan turn on it. Yet, the sight of that golden meat made its mouth water uncontrollably.
The Luan, flying low overhead, saw and heard everything. “Nine-Headed Lion! You—ugh, I’m furious!”
“I didn’t eat any…” The lion awkwardly defended itself.
“Snake stew’s ready!” the big red bird announced. The black cauldron shimmered with divine light, the meat gleaming and fragrant.
“Little brother, have some snake meat.” Little Rascal patted his full belly, then the lion, heading toward the cauldron.
Besides the meat, two snake gallbladders remained. The big red bird greedily swallowed one, while Little Rascal took the other—the essence of the Feiyi.
Instantly, crimson light erupted from his body, the gallbladder’s power surging through him like thunder.
“Amazing!” he cheered.
He then invited the big red bird, purple marten, and nine-headed lion to share the feast. The stew’s aroma was irresistible, making every prodigy’s mouth water.
“Let’s eat!” The big red bird dug in first, unashamed.
Little Rascal, though stuffed, had a bottomless appetite. His body glowed as he refined the meat’s essence, then continued eating.
The purple marten joined without hesitation.
Only the nine-headed lion hesitated, torn between hunger and the Luan’s wrath overhead.
“Stop screeching. We’ll be friends eventually—look at me and the golden lion!” Little Rascal called up, nearly revealing their “culinary” bonding.
The lion’s face turned green. “Don’t say it!”
“Then help me convince it.”
The lion hastily agreed, desperate to keep its embarrassing secret—the “braised lion’s head” incident—hidden.
Amidst the powerful ancient descendants, Little Rascal stood unbothered, respected and feared.
“Is it him?” someone murmured in the distance.
“Yes, the holy terror. In the Void God Realm, he crushed our clan’s experts, piling them into a human mountain and extorting us!”
“Wait until we’re inside the ruins. Then we hunt him down.”
Another group, eyes cold with hatred, plotted the same.
Back in the Void God Realm’s beginner area, Little Rascal had defeated and extorted four major clans, earning their undying enmity. One clan even sought to reclaim their lost treasure—a crimson feathered fan.
The storm was brewing.
“Why aren’t you all entering the ruins? I see divine light bursting inside—treasures await!” Little Rascal asked the ancient descendants around him, hoping to rally them.
“Many went in earlier… most died. The treasures are sentient—they kill intruders,” the fire crow explained.
The purple marten nodded—it had barely escaped an ambush and a murderous treasure.
“Since we’re here, we can’t leave empty-handed. Let’s go catch some treasures!” Fearless, Little Rascal strode forward.
Chaos followed. After a long lull, someone was finally entering again.
“It’s time. Let’s move!”
Elsewhere, terrifying beings like the Bifang, golden divine bird, Pixiu, and Chi Dragon stirred, preparing to enter.
The crowd erupted as more joined the charge.
The Severing Sky Demon Butterfly, Earth Dragon, Rampage Ape, and Demon Parasol Tree were already vanishing into the ancient ruins.
“Come on, let’s conquer those treasures together—before it’s too late!”
And so, the feast ended—a delight for some, torture for others. For years to come, this tale would be told with awe and laughter, long after the holy terror’s legend had grown beyond imagination.
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