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Just like the string of beast teeth in the Wolf Village, the runes and the bright white beast teeth are condensed, and the most mysterious part is no longer visible. It can only become a beast tooth treasure, but cannot be used to obtain a treasure technique.

Upon hearing this, the little one nodded earnestly. That day, he did nothing but hold the white bone and examine it closely, his eyes unblinking, completely focused.

Although it was just a rune, it represented an entire race. Its magical power was astonishing, and the mark constantly shifted, like the stars in the sky, ever-changing, complex and mysterious. It wasn't until late at night that the little one managed to memorize all the changes and imprint them in his mind.

"Grandpa, I've remembered it, but the Suanni's magical techniques are too complicated for me to understand right now," the little one said truthfully.

Shi Yunfeng was speechless. If he could understand this immediately, he could reproduce the divine power of an ancient species. No one could do that. It takes time to understand and digest it.

"Take your time, you'll understand it eventually. For now, focus on thoroughly understanding the ancient demonic bird's precious technique. Don't try to do too much at once, remember that!"

"Grandpa, I understand!"

Two days later, one powerful group after another rushed into the mountains, heading towards the mountain range. There were tribes riding silver unicorns, princes and nobles flying close to the ground on huge beast bones, and powerful figures riding on dragons, arriving from nowhere.

"Oh, Grandpa, look! The spirit of this village is so strange. It's an old willow tree that was charred by lightning. Only a tender branch is left."

A snow feather, five or six meters long, flowed with pure white light, and was extremely holy. Standing on it were an old man, two boys, and two beautiful little girls, as beautiful as elves, with sparkling eyes.

"What a strange sacrificial spirit! Even in this state, it's still alive, with only a tender sprout remaining. It must be extraordinary. After being struck by lightning, it has given birth to an extremely powerful new life force. It must be a rare treasure. Nobody can take it from me; this willow branch is mine!" A five- or six-year-old child jumped down from the dragon when it was still more than ten meters off the ground.

"What kind of village is this? How could there be such a spirit?" A boy from another tribe stared in astonishment at the charred old willow tree.

“Something’s strange. It has suffered a great calamity and been reborn from destruction. The only tender sprout must be a treasure!” someone else said.

"You all want to compete with me? Go ahead and try, let's see who is the number one genius!" the child who jumped down from the dragon sneered.

"Alright, let's have a duel then. This time, we'll wager our treasures. Don't embarrass yourself by offering anything other than a rare bloodline that can transform you!"

Then, a group of adults also stopped, their eyes shining with a strange light as they stared at the old willow tree. They did not object to the children's fight; on the contrary, they wanted to take out the precious blood to encourage them.

"Let's fight and see who among you is the true prodigy, and who will reign supreme in this territory twenty years from now."

"But don't kill people's sacrificial spirits so easily!"

Some of the adults who spoke were terrifyingly powerful figures renowned throughout this land.

Shi Yuntao, who was cultivating in the village, naturally noticed a group of people approaching the village entrance. Upon seeing that they were children from the families in the original story, he paid them no heed. He even pulled back Shi Ziling and Qin Yining, who were about to step forward to intimidate them, and whispered:
"Ziling, it's rare for outsiders to come to the village. It's good for the children to see the world. With our strength, they can't cause any trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Ziling nodded thoughtfully. In the end, he did not show himself, but he kept a close watch on the crowd to prevent them from harming the child.

However, Shi Yunfeng, who was standing to the side, hesitated and said:

"Are we just going to let them show such disrespect to the sacrificial spirits?"

Shi Yuntao sneered:

"Hmph, what kind of status do sacrificial spirits have? We'll just let it go. Such disrespect towards the Willow Goddess means they've already lost their destiny and are destined to die and their clans be wiped out. If we go to stop them, we'll only be helping them clear their karma!"

"Sigh~~~"

Upon hearing this, Shi Yunfeng, Shi Ziling, and Qin Yining gasped in shock. They knew that Shi Yuntao was very mysterious, so what he said was unlikely to be false.

However, the fact that the child only uttered a few words about killing Liu Shen was enough to cause the karmic backlash and the extermination of the clan, showing that Liu Shen was definitely not an ordinary sacrificial spirit, but was once an extremely powerful being in the world.

At the village entrance, the child who jumped down from the dragon came from the Luofu Great Swamp. His name was Jiao Peng. Although small, he was sharp and powerful, and he sneered:

"I'm taking this willow branch. If you don't like it, come and try!"

One of the youngest sons of the Marquis of Zishan was very handsome. He was calm and unhurried, and said:
"Jiaopeng, don't speak so arrogantly. Even if you have some skills, don't be too cocky. Be careful not to die in this desolate land."

His name was Zishan Kun. He and Jiaopeng did not get along from the first meeting. In addition, the two clans were not on good terms, so they were always at odds.

"Then let's have a fight, a life-or-death duel. Do you dare?"

Jiaopeng's tone was extremely aggressive, and his eyes flashed with cold light, making him as fierce as an ancient golden roc cub.

"What's all the noise about? Quiet down!"

On the other side, a slightly older child, his eyes flashing with lightning and black mist swirling around his head, coldly swept over. He came from a noble territory and was the youngest son of Marquis Lei, named Lei Mingyuan. He originally intended to deal with Zishan Kun, the most beloved son of Marquis Zishan, but he was angered by Jiaopeng Fei's arrogance.

Upon hearing this, both Jiaopeng and Zishan Kun raised their eyebrows. Both were geniuses, usually arrogant and confident, and they would never bow down to anyone.

"Lei Mingyuan, are you looking for death?!"

Jiaopeng was young but full of imposing presence. He took a step forward, and the earth thudded with a loud thud, as if a colossal creature was moving.

"Shut up!"

Zishan Kun also bluntly stated that they had a long-standing grudge against the Lei Clan and had never been on good terms with them. Although relations had eased somewhat in recent years, they were still engaged in constant covert warfare.

"Let's fight and see who wins!"

Lei Mingyuan shouted. He leaped up, covering more than twenty meters in a single bound, and slammed his palm down on Zishan Kun, head in front and feet behind. In the end, he still had to carry out his father and brother's orders.

His fist was black, crackling with the sound of intertwined lightning, which eventually transformed into a dense mass of black electric sparks that descended.

This is just a child, yet he possesses such supernatural powers. A strange rune appeared in his palm; it was the profound mystery of lightning, a secret technique passed down only within the clan, a rare and precious art!

"buzz"

Purple mist filled the air as Zi Shan Kun raised his right hand to resist. Runes flashed in his palm, bursting forth with intense light that transformed into a purple sun, which flew forward.

This is also a terrifying treasure technique, a clan-protecting treasure technique unique to the Purple Mountain lineage. When cultivated to its extreme, its power shakes the heavens and earth, capable of shaking the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.

The two collided, unleashing a burst of black lightning and purple light that shattered into runes, leaving vast imprints in the void—a truly astonishing sight.

"Who's the number one genius? Don't forget, I'm one of them too!"

Jiao Peng suddenly made his move. His palm strike was astonishing. A rune flashed in his left palm, and a dragon rushed out. It was entirely formed from light patterns. This was not a dragon with impure blood, but a fragment of the mark of a true ancient ferocious dragon, and its aura was terrifying.

The ancestors of Luofu Great Swamp had seen an ancient ferocious dragon and unexpectedly obtained its inheritance, possessing the dragon clan's most powerful treasure technique. Although their descendants could not fully display this supernatural power, it was still extremely amazing.

This dragon, with its bared fangs and claws, and its grayish-brown body, exudes an ancient and weathered aura, as if it had awakened from the primordial era and crossed time and space to join the battle!
This powerful technique was aimed at both Zishan Kun and Lei Mingyuan. Jiaopeng was small but extremely wild, determined to fight two opponents at once to prove that he was truly a prodigy.

"court death!"

Lei Mingyuan gave a cold rebuke, and black lightning burst forth. He spread his ten fingers, and ten beams of dark light shot out, making the lightning even brighter. At the same time, accompanied by a soft cry, a fierce bird appeared in the lightning, its ferocity astonishing, and it swooped down.

Zishan Kun also made his move. A purple aura enveloped the area, and a sun flew out, within which a fire-scaled creature emerged, emitting terrifying purple flames as it leaped up, looking extremely ferocious.

And so, the three children got into a brawl, attacking each other and drawing the attention of onlookers.

Although they were young, they were all very powerful, which made their elders nod in approval and also surprised by the offspring of their opponents.

"How boring. We can't actually kill them. With those old men around, we can't really go all out."

Nearby, some of the children watching the game grimaced.

"That's right. True geniuses are born on the great battlefields where races clash. What are these?"

Another child chimed in.

"What are you saying? A life-or-death battle can happen here too!"

The three children, enraged by the fierce battle, expanded the battlefield, dragging the other two children into it as well.

It was a chaotic battle. Although they were young, they were all incredibly talented, displaying terrifying abilities that astonished the spectators.

Inside Stone Village, a group of mischievous children were playing when they were startled by the commotion in the woods. They ran to the edge of the village and were startled to see so many people in the woods. Their eyes were all drawn to the commotion.

Why are there so many people?

They witnessed Jiao Peng and the others' battle and were secretly amazed at their mastery of the bone script's power, which made the group of children very envious. Soon, their attention was diverted to the mutated scaled horse—a unicorn, its body covered in shimmering silver scales, its single horn on its head crystal clear, and its magnificent appearance.

“I heard from Uncle Lin Hu that this kind of mountain beast is extremely fast, capable of traveling 10,000 li in a day. Last time, the few of them saw it in the Great Wilderness and chased it for several days, but they didn’t even catch a hair of it,” Shi Dazhuang said.

The powerful figures in the mountains were incredibly perceptive and naturally heard the conversation. They were all taken aback. In their understanding, this was just a backward mountain village; there wouldn't be any experts there. However, the children's words surprised them. Unicorns were no ordinary beasts; if they truly went berserk, they deserved the title "fierce." They were incredibly strong; how could a few villagers dare to chase them?
Little did they know that Shi Linhu and his men had obtained two ancestral artifacts from the clan chief before daring to pursue the unicorn relentlessly. The unicorn's ability to travel ten thousand miles a day held an irresistible allure for the men of the Great Wilderness.

"Look, there's a dragon coiled in the sky. It's over twenty meters long, as thick as a water vat, and it even has wings. Such a powerful beast... it must taste delicious, right?"

"Er Meng, you glutton! Is this something to eat? This is for making medicine. Even if it's not a pure-blooded ancient species, its blood is still very precious," Pi Hou retorted.

Outside the village, a group of powerful individuals stood frozen in shock, somewhat dumbfounded. Such a powerful dragon was actually used for eating and refining medicine? What kind of village was this?

“This dragon does look delicious, but it definitely doesn’t taste as good as the meat of the Suanni. It’s not an ancient species, so its true blood can’t compare,” another snotty-nosed kid added.

These past few days, they've been eating Suanni meat and undergoing baptisms with true blood, making them incredibly arrogant. They thought they were speaking softly, but the group of powerful figures overheard them.

Whether it was the Zishan Clan, the Lei Clan, or the Jiao Clan from the Luofu Great Swamp, a group of people were all a little confused. Had they misheard?

What's the background of this village? They eat Suanni meat all the time. What, they look down on this powerful flying dragon? You should know that this is an extremely terrifying ferocious beast. Ordinary strong people are far from being its match.

"You wild child, what nonsense are you spouting?!"

Enraged by the fierce battle, Jiaopeng's eyes turned cold as he shot out two terrifying beams of light towards the village entrance.

"Those eyes are so bright, they give off a chilling feeling. I feel like they have a similar aura to that sacrificial spirit I killed last time—fierce and wretched?"

Er Meng muttered to himself. He thought he was speaking very quietly, but the people in the mountains still heard him.

What? They killed a sacrificial spirit? The group of powerful figures trembled again, almost turning to stone. Even they were reluctant to provoke sacrificial spirits, and the people of Luofu Great Swamp were very cautious when killing them.

Because those creatures may be backed by terrifying ancient gods, who have emerged alone only to undergo rebirth among humans and to follow the path of the ancient gods.

"It's a pity we didn't get to eat that sacrificial spirit; it turned to ashes." The monkey lamented.

The group of people were stunned. What a terrifying village this was! Why did something feel so wrong? They were all a bit confused.

"I'm furious! You bunch of wild brats, do you want to die?!" Jiao Peng roared, only to be ignored.

"Wow, that's really fierce!"

"Huh, could that idiot hear us talking about him?" the monkey wondered, since they were quite far away!
A soft, melodious giggle drifted over, and two little girls standing on the snow feathers, suspended in the air, laughed heartily. Although they were dressed differently, they looked alike, with fair skin, ethereal beauty, and bright, sparkling eyes.

"That's interesting. Is it just natural naiveté, or is it intentional?"

"It was definitely intentional. It's infuriating that Jiaopeng."

The two little girls giggled incessantly. Although they were young, they were clearly the future of stunning beauties. Their eyes sparkled, their eyelashes were long, and they were exactly the same, sparkling and adorable.

Elders from the Lei family, Zishan family, and other clans stepped forward and told the children to stop fighting. They wanted to see what was going on with this strange village. Could it really be a terrifying, hidden family that had survived from ancient times?

"You bunch of wild children, how dare you laugh at me!"

After the ceasefire, Jiaopeng shook his arms and leaped up like a ferocious bird, covering more than twenty meters in a single bound, rushing towards the village entrance, intending to attack the children.

From the stone house at the edge of the village, a little girl ran out. She was pretty and had delicate features. She exclaimed, "Oh my, why are there so many people here?"

"Hey, little one, are you still secretly breastfeeding? When are you going to stop?" A group of older children teased, noticing the milk stains on the little one's lips.

"No, no, you must be mistaken!" The little one hurriedly wiped his mouth, refusing to admit it, and put his milk-stained little hands behind his back, his big, dark eyes darting around.

"What an adorable child!" The two little girls on the snow feather were incredibly surprised. Seeing the porcelain doll-like little one, so endearing, they both giggled.

At this moment, the roc arrived close, raised its palm and struck forward, the wind howling, carrying a force of several thousand pounds—terrifyingly powerful! (End of Chapter)