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"Hmph, what are you doing!?"

When Ermeng saw the other party raise his palm to strike, he immediately knew that the other party was up to no good, so he immediately returned the palm strike!
"boom!"

Sand and stones flew, the earth shook, but Ermeng stood there motionless. Jiaopeng, on the other hand, was struck as if by lightning. He staggered backward, and with each step he took, a terrible crack appeared on the ground. He swayed and retreated again and again, covering more than ten meters before almost falling to the ground.

"What!?"

The onlookers were all shocked. They hadn't expected that such an inconspicuous child could send the Flood Dragon flying with a single palm strike, demonstrating his immense strength.

Er Meng then said with dissatisfaction:
"Why did you attack us? You fought at the entrance of our village, disturbing our peace. You attacked us without any reason. You are too domineering!"

Behind them, a group of powerful figures were petrified. This child, even younger than Jiao Peng and the others, had actually slapped the renowned genius Jiao Peng away with a single blow? Unbelievable!
What kind of terrifying village is this? The group of people were all stunned and speechless.

The group of people were stunned and speechless; it was truly astonishing.

"what……"

Jiao Peng's arm trembled slightly, feeling as if he had bumped into a beast, the pain as if his bones were broken. He never expected that a child with milk stains still on the corner of his mouth would almost knock him down.

Everyone was shocked. Was this really just an abandoned village? Or was it more likely a reclusive family that had survived from ancient times?
Many people are wary. If it's true, it's terrifying. The reclusive family lives alone in the deep mountains and wilderness. Although the population is small, each member is a terrifyingly powerful individual.

The two elfin-like girls stepped forward, their eyes sparkling, their oval faces beaming with smiles, their foreheads gleaming with a wise light. One of the girls asked:
"Little brother, how old are you?"

"She's almost four years old."

The little one has bright, clear eyes and responds earnestly, while quickly wiping the milk stains from the corner of his mouth, still trying to hide it.

Jiaopeng's eyes flashed with a beast-like light, his expression extremely hostile. He ignored the little one and stared intently at Ermeng, wishing he could immediately use the clan's most powerful technique to slap him into the ground.

"Again!" He didn't use the Jiaolong clan's special technique, but instead used his physical strength to charge forward madly. His fists howled, and the nearby trees shook violently, with all the leaves falling down.

Like a ferocious beast emerging from the vast mountains, it stirred up a gust of wind, and the roc pounced on Ermeng with astonishing momentum!

Er Meng also became interested upon seeing this. You see, these children had just experienced the baptism of many pure-blooded descendants and great medicines, accumulating endless resources.

Each of them possessed a physical strength exceeding ten thousand jin, and with the revival of the Stone King bloodline within them, they even had the potential to break through the extreme realm. Now, seeing the geniuses from the outside world, they naturally had the idea of ​​fighting them.

"Fine, if you want to fight, then let's fight!"

As he spoke, Er Meng also used his physical strength to rush towards Jiao Peng. He stretched out his arm and slapped it forward.

"boom!"

This time, everyone could clearly see that Er Meng had indeed used pure physical strength, without any secret power from magical techniques, and had simply pushed his way out.

However, the sheer power and ferocity of the force were astonishing, and with a loud hum, it sent the Flood Dragon flying backward.

The genius from Luofu Great Swamp kept retreating. With each step, large cracks appeared in the ground. His arm was spasming, and the intense pain made him let out a muffled groan.

"So strong!"

Jiao Peng gritted his teeth, his eyes wide with disbelief. This was truly humiliating; he had been intimidated by a child even younger than himself. His face burned with shame.

"Haha..." Lei Mingyuan, who was over six years old, laughed gleefully, bending over with laughter.

But apart from him, no one else showed a smile. If Jiaopeng was a genius, then what was Ermeng?

"This child has amazing potential. If he were to enter the grand battlefield where the major races clash, he might really be able to..."

Someone whispered.

The group of children were shocked by what they heard and stared at Er Meng intently. They knew that geniuses like them were destined to go to that terrible battlefield and would have to face it sooner or later.

"cough……"

Zishan Shou, the uncle of Marquis Zishan, coughed. He was of a very high generation and possessed immense power, yet at this moment he appeared kind and benevolent, and spoke:
"Child, what's the name of this village?"

Er Meng glanced at Pi Hou and the little one, then said:
"Ishimura!"

"Could we come in and rest for a while, and have some water?"

Zishan Shou asked with a gentle expression.

At this moment, Jiao Peng was stopped by the middle-aged man from Luofu Great Swamp, who prevented him from acting impulsively. Meanwhile, the other powerful figures from various races also stepped forward, wanting to investigate this strange village thoroughly.

"So cute."

Two little girls, as lovely as elves, were already standing with the little guy, adoring him and pinching his little face.

"What are you doing, ladies?"

Xiao Shihao dodged.

"Could you take us into the village to have a look?"

The two little girls asked.

"What's wrong with the little one?"

An adult from the village appeared and walked towards the mountains and forests.

Ultimately, powerful figures from major forces such as the Purple Mountain Clan and the Luofu Great Swamp entered Stone Village, looking around and paying particular attention to the old willow tree.

However, the charred willow wood remained completely still, ignoring even when someone secretly whispered something to it.

As they entered the village, the powerful figures were puzzled. The stone houses and bluestone streets seemed ordinary and unremarkable, not much different from any other deserted village.

“Hey, these cauldrons are very ancient. They must have been around for a long time.”

Zishan Shou came from the territory of a royal family. As the uncle of a royal family member, he naturally had extensive knowledge and experience.

Several ancient bronze tripods in the village, engraved with birds, beasts, fish, and insects, are rustic and natural, attracting the attention of many people.

"These cauldrons seem extraordinary. What do you use them for on ordinary days?"

Jiao Cang, a middle-aged man from Luofu Marsh, asked the question.

"Oh, these are for strength training."

The monkey responded, and as he spoke, he easily picked up a bronze cauldron weighing a thousand catties and lifted it above his head.

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. A six or seven-year-old child could easily lift a bronze cauldron weighing a thousand catties. While this might not be considered anything special in a large clan, it was quite remarkable in a small mountain village.

This kid is probably just as good as Er Meng; these kids are all extraordinary.

This group of powerful individuals once again wondered, could this truly be a reclusive family? So mysterious!
Pi Hou was already almost able to lift a thousand-pound bronze cauldron. After this baptism, the Stone King's bloodline showed initial signs of revival, and his strength directly increased to the level of ten thousand pounds. Doing this task was naturally extremely easy for him.

Not only him, but every child in the village was like this, and those who were a little older and whose bodies had grown up were even more amazing, with strength exceeding 30,000 jin.

This wasn't even their limit. In terms of bloodline alone, they were already almost on par with the offspring of pure-blooded remnants. A force of 100,000 jin was no longer a limit for them. "Uncle, are you keeping that flying dragon for food, or are you going to use it to refine your true blood?"

Er Meng asked, looking rather naive.

"What do you know, you little brat? Don't talk nonsense!"

Er Meng's father slapped him on the head with a "smack" and said:
"Such a ferocious dragon is rare. It must have just been tamed. We should take it back and raise it in captivity so that it can breed brood after brood of baby dragons. This way, we can keep it to eat or refine its true blood. This is the long-term solution."

The people of Luofu Daze were frustrated. They had thought that this burly man would be able to reason with the child, but instead he was spouting such nonsense. Were all the people in this village abnormal?

This is not a tree boar, nor a mud ox, and it is not food. It is a truly powerful and terrifying beast. Who would be willing to waste it?

Everyone stared intently at Er Meng's father, trying to get a closer look, but they couldn't detect the power of the runes. Could it be that he was hiding his true strength and concealing his aura?
However, they also noticed something: Er Meng's father had very abundant blood energy, which was both restrained and powerful, and was obviously not simple.

That's true. Although the young men in the village had greatly improved their aptitude under the influence of Shi Yuntao's domain, their understanding of runes was somewhat lacking. Therefore, although their blood energy was very strong, they didn't have much rune power. It was only after Shi Yuntao woke up recently and with the special guidance of Shi Yunfeng that the strongest members of the hunting teams, such as Shi Linhu, had made significant gains.

"These cauldrons exude a very strong murderous aura. They must have been stained with the blood of ancient remnants not long ago!"

Lei Hou's fourth son was a young man in his twenties named Lei Yunkun. He was tall and strong, with black lightning flashing in his eyes. He walked in and stood in front of several medicine cauldrons, showing a surprised expression.

A group of people followed, closed their eyes, and carefully sensed the surroundings. Then they all opened their eyes in shock. It was definitely the terrifying Beast King Bloodshed, and there was more than one of them. They had actually died here!
"You didn't actually refine an ancient remnant species, did you?"

Jiaopeng, who had just been humiliated and was feeling very resentful, couldn't help but speak up at this moment.

"Scared, aren't you?"

The snotty-nosed kid was young and very dissatisfied with Jiaopeng. Upon hearing this, he became childish and said this.

"What beast?"

The genius Zishan Kun spoke, revealing a strange expression.

"A Suanni, incredibly powerful."

"That's what the snotty-nosed kid said casually."

"You silly brat!"

His father gave a light scolding, but it was too late; the words had already been spoken.

The snotty-nosed child then remembered his clansmen's warning: the matter of the ancient descendants must not be spoken of carelessly, or it could lead to great disaster. He was a little stunned at the time and whispered:

“I forgot, the clan chief said to keep a low profile.”

However, to a group of powerful individuals, these words carried a deeper meaning: this was definitely a terrifying, reclusive family; they were simply being low-key and didn't want to show off.

Otherwise, who would eat a Suanni for no reason? These creatures, even those with slightly pure blood, are incredibly ferocious, let alone the ancient remnants, which put immense pressure on and make even a large clan extremely wary.

"Are you sure you ate a Suanni?"

Jiaopeng opened his eyes wide and asked, his arrogance vanishing in an instant, revealing the surprise and curiosity that a child should have.

It should be noted that the Luofu Great Swamp generally does not dare to rashly attack powerful remnants like the Suanni. Although he has bathed in similar blood, it does not mean that he can eat this kind of meat often.

Because in large clans, the rarer the ancient species, the more meticulously it is processed. Every inch of flesh and even bones is refined into medicine. How could it be eaten directly like this?

The group of powerful figures were completely speechless. How much profound foundation must they have to dare to do this, directly devouring the flesh of a supreme treasure, the Suanni?

At this moment, although the group of powerful individuals came from great clans and had extensive experience, they were suspicious of everything they saw. They had already concluded that this was a terrifying, hidden family that was not easy to mess with!

"Where is your clan chief? This old man wishes to pay my respects."

Zishan Shou was dressed in a feathered robe and wore a golden crown. Wisps of purple aura swirled around his body, giving him a very powerful aura, but he kept it understated and dared not be too casual here.

"The clan leader has gone into seclusion and won't be coming out anytime soon."

Er Meng told the truth.

"You talk too much, kid!"

His father stretched out his large palm-leaf fan and slapped him again with a loud crack.

Er Meng felt wronged. Wasn't this the truth? He hadn't been told not to say it. After drinking the blood of the Suanni, the clan leader felt he had made a breakthrough and thus went off to cultivate diligently.

Zishan Shou, Jiao Cang, and the others exchanged glances, their expressions knowing. They realized that this must be an extraordinary clan leader, whose strength would allow him to remain in seclusion for an extended period.

Finally, the group looked at the old willow tree again. The village was so mysterious, and this willow tree, which was rooted here, must be extraordinary.
"Is this a sacrificial spirit? What should we call it?"

Lei Yunkun asked cautiously.

"Oh, let's call it the Spirit Offering, or the Willow God."

Pi Hou responded that children's words are the most truthful, and naturally, they are easier to believe.

"What?! Liu Shen?!"

A group of powerful figures nearly jumped up; even Zishan Shou, a powerful and influential noble uncle, was startled and stumbled.

A mysterious village, a terrifying title of spirit medium... This left everyone bewildered.

The word "god" cannot be used carelessly. For most tribes, it represents omnipotence and supremacy!
In ancient times, our ancestors had beliefs and were very particular about sacrifices. They believed that gods must exist and could be summoned to protect them in critical moments.

In fact, as later generations have come to understand more deeply, it has been discovered that those tribes worshipped a supreme creature, such as the Zhenhou or the Pixiu with the purest bloodline, both of which are supreme beings.

In the distant past, the ancient people worshipped these supreme beings, offering sacrifices and paying homage to them, and indeed they once received their protection.

Anyone who dares to call themselves a god is bound to be able to fight against ancient ferocious beasts. Their strength is heaven-defying, and they can wipe out several super clans with a wave of their hand. Their divine might is unimaginable and they are simply impossible to fight against.

Legend has it that even now, those ancient kingdoms with boundless territories still worship the heavens and perform some kind of ancient ritual, offering sacrifices to the gods. Even though countless years have passed, the shadow of ancient gods may still linger behind these ancient kingdoms, making them both terrifying and mysterious.

The people of Shicun call this willow tree a god—how could this not be astonishing? This title cannot be used carelessly!
"Are you sure that this spirit will not object to being worshipped as a god?"

A teenager from the Zishan tribe asked cautiously.

"I don't object. Goddess Liu is a good person; she has always protected my clan."

Er Meng said blankly.

The news that the spirit did not object to being called a god caused almost all the powerful figures to change color and involuntarily retreat, feeling an immense fear of the charred, nearly necrotic willow tree.

Many of the beings that serve as sacrificial spirits among humans are related to gods, or even descendants of ancient deities. They are particularly wary of this title and would never dare to be arrogant without igniting the divine fire; the hierarchy is strictly observed.

The fact that this willow tree dares to do this, without objecting to such a name, shows that it possesses terrifying strength and has probably already defied the heavens, no longer caring about anything.

Could he truly be an ancient god, now on the verge of death, in his twilight years? This is the thought in many people's minds, but they dare not voice it aloud. (End of Chapter)