The Divine Spirit Realm was in a state of uproar, almost on the verge of chaos. That little rascal actually went to the Heaven-Mending Pavilion—dug up precious bones from the eighth zone, stole a rare medicinal plant, and even left a stone behind in the second battlefield, provoking a storm of outrage. “This child is truly rebelling against Heaven! Even in the Ancient Holy Land, he stirs up chaos!” Poor Elders Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun were so furious they nearly coughed up blood. “This kid stays true as ever—scooping bones and stealing herbs with more skill than before.” “Haha, interesting! Thanks to this brat, thousands passed through trials together! I wonder if the Heaven-Mending Pavilion will still accept disciples next year—it seems uncertain!” Word spread like wildfire through the Divine Spirit Realm; what had happened that day at the Second Battlefield became known immediately. “How amusing—the Pavilion Elders who got enraged to the point of nosebleeds are now hunting that trickster down. Whether they’ll catch him or not remains uncertain.” Right now, nothing sparked more discussion in the Divine Spirit Realm than tales involving that mischievous child. Everyone agreed: he truly was one-of-a-kind; wherever he goes, trouble follows, causing heaven and earth alike to recoil.
“Do you know how the big bump on Xiao Tian, the top prodigy’s head, appeared?”
“From my study, undoubtedly the handiwork of the naughty child. Forget the words on that rock? ‘Hammer in hand, the world is mine.’ That bump was definitely a blow from that trickster!”
“Hehe… hahaha…” laughter echoed throughout Divine Spirit Realm while inside the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, the silver-robed youth nearly went berserk.
The rocky hill wasn’t particularly tall but radiated auspicious energy. Between the stones grew ancient medicinal plants, emitting fragrance naturally peaceful and serene. Nearby lay groves of bamboo with countless lodgings housing over 3000 new initiates.
In the coming days, certain talents—like the silver-cloaked youth—were selected for their outstanding performance at the second battleground. Little Rascal soon discovered that liberty dwindled under imposed chores: irrigation of medicinal fields using spirit water, extraction of rare fine jade metal ores.
“I came here to cultivate,” grumbled Little Rascal, discontent. “Those two old men appear only once every few days, teaching stuff I’ve long mastered. It’s just wasting time.”
“Don’t complain. Every newcomer starts from scratch. Otherwise why teach bone inscriptions or sacred spells unless your talent shocks everyone?” A boy, around fourteen or fifteen interjected.
“Fine,” shrugged Little Rascal, watching helplessly toward the fields—wishing earnestly it would soon be his turn to water them, though luck hadn’t been granted yet.
Meanwhile, Little Rascal contemplated Qing Feng’s plight. Such bullying wouldn’t stand—he needed intervention, yet only knew where elite trainees resided, unsure precisely who hurt Qing Feng. Infiltration might work, yet danger abounded—an ancient sanctum teeming unknown formidable experts. “Hey, you unreliable ball of fur! When exactly did you plan arriving?” muttered Little Rascal aloud.
Two days later, a gray-furred creature approached, sniffing about sneakily till arriving at Rascal’s door.
“Bang!” The door flew open. Little Rascal stormed out grasping hold of Mao Qiu by tail. “Squeak… squeak!” Protesting loudly, Mao Qiu struggled furiously.
“Why took you so long? Where’ve you been? Wow! Your tiny paws reek of spiritual medicines—you must’ve ruined several!” Little Rascal sensed betrayal quickly enough.
Mao Qiu shifted uneasily revealing one digit before another fierce protest erupted. Of course, numerous herbal wonders beckoned deep within fragrant mist-laden spirit-mountains—but securing merely one after many tense journeys felt disgraceful for him.
Ruffling Mao Qiu repeatedly, Little Rascal pressed suspiciously: “You found some medicine but forgot me altogether, sneaking off eating alone, huh?”
Extending a claw dramatically squawking back, Mao scornfully rebutted, clearly aware of Rascal’s recent Eighth-Zone antics.
Facing mockery from monkey barely fist-sized, retaliation followed fast—yet seriousness emerged finally when questioning commenced: “Qing Feng was bullied—I need details.” With wide blinking gaze, Mao spun away promptly.
A realm blessed with green hills and veils of mystical vapor proved ideal cultivation grounds, much superior regular dwellings reserved specifically for talented initiates. However, right now Qing Feng sat alone nursing wounds amidst splintered beams whispering low complaints: “If only I entered Celestial Realm sooner—I’d avoid daily beatings!” Despondency hung heavy. Youngest and weakest among elites, aggression began immediately upon entry—a sparring challenge ended in bruises spanning half his body. Invisible fractures resisted easy recovery needing careful restoration—but relentless aggressors sought daily duels intent dragging him down waiting dismissal so replacements could join ranks!
“They won’t let me heal properly—they’re trying to exhaust me, halting progress, hoping to oust me and bring their mates in!” Muttered Qing Feng nursing blackened eye soreness creeping movement-wise. Cruelty surprised him—juveniles deploying schemes aligning into groups mostly because monthly distribution from Talented Core contained superior drugs/bone-inscriptions accelerating ascension speed beyond average recruits.
“No matter what, I’ll survive until monthly supply distribution arrives healing damage fully while memorizing glyph contents onto Brother Shi’s scrolls.” Self-encouragement flowed firm resolve. Aware opponents leaned stronger albeit secondary behind greater threats—protected too.
“I must remain resilient staying—each year deep holy lands summon spirit guardians to lecture sacred texts rumored transformational—I shall secure copies for my elder brother,” affirming purpose seated cross-legged beginning cultivation—despite residual glyph interference hampering advancement inflicted during prior conflict.
“If Big Bro stood beside, all rivals fell instantly—but dependence fails long-term—given equivalent practice duration I’d prove no worse!”
Just outside crept small shadow squeezing inside startling Qing Feng:
“Mouse Ball!” Relieved relief overwhelmed tears threatening escape recalling Stone Village’s warmth contrasting bitter isolation these past torturous days.
“Squeak-squeak!” Fury arose observing grievous injuries imbued cursed glyphs. Immediate vengeance thoughts flared hot within companion.
“It’s alright—I don’t mind pain,” Qing Feng lied gently.
“Absolutely NOT!” Retorted Mao Qiu vigorously insisting retaliation regardless risk involved facing powerful adversaries likely capturing any intruder.
Cooler heads prevailed however—persuaded delay gathering full details relayed to Rascal first instead before decisive moves made forward.
“You shouldn’t bother Xiao Ge; relying entirely appears cowardice.” Protested Qing Feng humbled suddenly.
Smacking table hard reaffirmed commitment clarity: “Already knew you feel thus—silence brings GREATER concern.” Touched deeply realizing both Big Bro and this simian ally genuinely worried—tears welled eyes dropping openly as accounts unfolded slowly.
Late night welcomed returning Mouse Ball delivering full reports turning Rascal expression grim darkening further pacing back and forth:
“Severe juvenile bullies propped by Feng descendants of Rain-lineage… Perhaps from Stone Kingdom’s Yu clan background?”
Weighed implications carefully calculating potential backlash extending towards broader clan entanglements possibly pulling older cousin Shi Yi unwillingly mid-conflict.
Mouse Ball gestured aggressive impatience again. Little Rascal smiled knowingly: “Don’t go all brute force—that’s barbarian behavior.”
Instant protests followed accusing counter: Yet haven’t YOU attacked recklessly before?? Wildly gesturing mimicked past episodes branding hypocrisy label.
Somewhat embarrassed scratching chin responded: “Depends situation—sometimes wilderness demands bold direct action.”
Disapproving smirk conveyed disbelief across primate features.
“Hmm…” Little Rascal paused considering: “Within two days’ timeframe senior core members shall come visiting exhibiting superiority aimed inciting ambition among probationary students. We’ll handle matters then!” Recently informed that no glyph lectures existed nor arduous chores assigned allowing undisturbed rest awaiting elite arrival.
Lately murmurs spread dissatisfaction due constant labor disrupting expected training focus. Elders countered simply—superior talents transcended such duties directly transferring core group.
Therefore inviting elites served twofold: Illustrate gaps suppressing complaints amongst novices while demonstrating unbridgeable disparities.
Finally those anticipated days elapsed. A retinue of gifted figures descended upon the stony hills radiant with confidence and charisma exuding natural nobility hailing various tribes selected personally by Heavensmend Sect recognition. These prodigies deserved praise—undoubtedly shining stars bursting potential power rivaling heavens themselves!
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