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After a while, the little guy recovered. He had almost been frozen to death. You should know that his physical body was no weaker than that of the cubs of ancient ferocious beasts, but he almost froze to death in this river.

In the end, the spendthrift and troublemaker, Furball, reluctantly squeezed out a drop of golden blood, bringing the unicorn back to life.

Beside the black river, a group of people stopped, gazing at the mountains destroyed by the ancient remnants. They were lost in thought. In the old woman's hand, there was a small piece of eggshell, a fragment that had been chewed open by the furball and left on the road.

"What kind of creature is this? It actually ate the egg of the descendant of the ancient divine bird! This... is such a spendthrift! I wish I could devour it alive!" A young man said indignantly.

They never expected that their pursuit would lead to such a shocking result.

"The creature that stole the eggs jumped into the Taiyin River; I wonder if it will survive," a middle-aged man sighed.

This river is so famous. Legend has it that there were ten moon stars in the sky, and nine of them were cut down in the ancient war. One of them was refined and fell into this great river, becoming a place of extinction for all living things.

In the following days, the little guy turned into a wild man again, and had to kill ferocious birds and beasts and travel through the mountains. He was covered in blood, and his animal skin clothes were tattered. He did not walk fast because the unicorn had not yet recovered, and his journey was delayed.

Two more days passed, and the unicorn's wounds were almost healed. Not only that, it also benefited greatly, having consumed some of the juice from the five-colored bird's egg and drunk a drop of blood from the golden Zhu Yan, making it even more magnificent. The runes in its body gradually solidified and showed signs of imprinting themselves onto its bones.

"Squeak..." The furball gave a warning, instantly sensing something, and its golden fur changed, turning grayish-white and losing its luster. At the same time, its big eyes were no longer lively and less spirited.

The little boy was surprised; the fluffy ball was pretending to be stupid, acting like this. At the same time, he sensed that more than a dozen people were gathering from all directions.

The leader was a woman in white, with long, flowing hair, snow-white and delicate skin like mutton fat jade, with a crystal-clear luster. She had an oval face, long eyelashes, crystal-clear eyes, bright red lips, and neat, white teeth like pearls.

The little one was naturally surprised to suddenly see such a group of people in this vast wilderness and looked at them.

The group was even more astonished. The human opposite them looked like a child. How could someone so young be alone in this wilderness? It was simply unimaginable!
"Little brother, are you all alone?" The woman in the lead laughed, her smile radiant. Her large, bright eyes seemed to speak volumes, her red lips were moist, and her pearly teeth gleamed, causing the men present to tremble with excitement.

"Hello, sister. I came with Grandpa." The little boy smiled shyly. Although his face was covered in dirt and his tattered animal skin clothes were stained with animal blood, his bright eyes still revealed his innocence and simplicity.

Everyone nodded, finding it hard to believe that a child could walk alone in such a terrible wilderness unless accompanied by an adult nearby—that was the only plausible explanation.

The little one had bright, large eyes and wore tattered animal skin clothes. He was so shy and simple, which made everyone smile.

"Little brother is still shy, how cute." The woman in the lead chuckled, her eyes sparkling, her eyelashes fluttering, her pretty face fair and radiant, shimmering with a captivating glow.

The little guy scratched his head, grinned sheepishly, and didn't say much. Beside him, the fluffy ball looked even more silly, like a little animal that hadn't yet developed its intelligence, listlessly perched on his shoulder.

"Child, you're truly remarkable. Judging from the bloodstains on your body, you must have killed quite a few ferocious birds and beasts, right?" the old woman said, her eyes flashing with silver runes, emanating a chilling, unfathomable light.

“Yes, it’s dangerous in the mountains. They’re very fierce, and I can only fight back passively.” The little one nodded seriously.

"Little brother, have you been separated from your grandfather for many days? Otherwise, how could your animal skin coat be so tattered?" The woman at the head of the group smiled, her eyes shining with a dreamlike light that was breathtakingly beautiful. Even the group of people around her looked at her strangely.

"Yes, Grandpa brought me here for training. He said it's a serious journey of trials, and I have to rely on myself for everything. There's no danger to my life, so he won't worry about me." The little one was "very frank," as if he couldn't hide anything.

The group felt a chill run down their spines. To dare to set out alone, taking a child on a long journey through the wilderness and subjecting them to such brutal trials, was clearly the mark of a master.

The old woman's pupils were silver, runes swirling like the rising and falling of the sun and moon, her aura incredibly powerful. She nodded. Some outstanding sons of feudal lords were accompanied by formidable experts on their trials. However, it was rare to see a child venturing alone through the terrifying wilderness, battling ferocious beasts.

A middle-aged man nodded and said, "In recent years, several extraordinary children have emerged on this vast land. Without the accompaniment of their elders, they have traversed tens of thousands of miles of wilderness, fought against all kinds of ferocious birds and beasts, and successfully returned to their clan alive."

Clearly, these people were not simple. Even though the little one acted very honestly, they did not completely trust him; each of them was quite shrewd.

"Little brother, you wouldn't happen to be such a prodigy, would you? Traveling across tens of thousands of miles of wilderness alone, without any adult protection." The beautiful and lively woman laughed, gathering her jet-black hair to reveal her fair and translucent ears, which were as white as an elf's. Her fleeting charm was ethereal and captivating.

"They travel tens of thousands of miles by themselves, they're amazing! Aren't they afraid of encountering ancient remnants?" the little one asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, then believed him. His eyes were so pure, without a trace of impurity, naturally inspiring goodwill and trust. A child capable of traversing hundreds of thousands of miles of wild mountains alone—that was truly astonishing; how could one possibly encounter such a person so easily?

Suddenly, the young woman moved. Her white dress fluttered, and with a twist of her slender waist, she moved as gracefully as a willow branch, and with a flick of her fair arm, she struck at the little one.

The little guy was startled. Why did they suddenly start fighting when they were talking? But he reacted quickly. In the past year or two, he had been fighting against the power of nature, being baptized in mountain torrents, and battling with birds of prey. Once he started moving, his temperament was completely different.

The little one's large eyes shone with amazing light, like two small torches. His figure moved like a crane spreading its wings, tracing a graceful trajectory. He reached out with his right arm and grabbed the crystal-clear lotus arm with a thud. Then, with a strong pull, he dragged the beautiful woman, causing her to stumble and lower herself.

Who could have imagined that a child could possess such astonishing strength with a single swing of his arm? So young, with his big eyes still blinking, yet his movements are as swift as lightning!

It all happened so fast. The little guy spun around in a flash and stuck behind the beautiful woman who was about to fall. With a thud, his left arm tightened around her snow-white neck, and his right fingertips lit up with runes flashing. He pressed against her heart, ready to pierce through it at any moment.

All the movements were completed in the blink of an eye, in one smooth motion, as fast as lightning, which greatly surprised everyone in the group. What kind of identity did this woman in white have? She actually suffered a loss at the hands of a child.

"Sister, why did you hurt me?" The little boy's voice was childish, and he looked very confused, but his eyes were bright. He didn't look at the woman in white, but stared at the old woman and the others.

His animal skin clothes were tattered and covered in dark red animal blood. Even his little hands were stained with dried blood, which left several dirty little handprints when pressed against his snow-white, translucent chest.

Even her swan-like white neck was not spared; several dark finger marks fell there, creating a stark contrast with her snow-white, smooth skin.

Not far away, several young men looked on strangely, while the old woman spoke gently, saying, "Child, we mean no harm."

"call out!"

The woman in white's translucent skin was covered in runes, like a dense, celestial book, imprinted on the void. Enveloped in radiance, she glided away like a fish, escaping the little boy's grasp. The little boy was startled; this woman was truly extraordinary. So slippery, her delicate, snow-white skin was as light and agile as a fish in water, impossible to hold onto, and she swam away in an instant.

"This little brother is quite something." The young woman laughed. She was genuinely surprised that she had been briefly subdued by a child. If word got out, it would surely cause a sensation for someone of her status.

The moment the beautiful woman swam away, the little one relaxed and didn't chase after her. Looking at her innocently, he asked, "Sister, what are you doing?"

"I just wanted to see the little brother's strength. It's truly amazing. He's so young, yet I can sense his boundless potential." The woman in white nodded.

"Oh, I see." The little one smiled, then smiled shyly and said, "I'm sorry, sister."

A group of people stared at the area above the beautiful woman's chest, where the exposed, glistening skin bore obvious fingerprints, as did her snow-white neck.

In fact, Shi Hao was still holding back. Having experienced the siege of Stone Village by several major tribes, he had naturally learned his lesson and did not reveal his true abilities at this time.

The beautiful woman smiled, showing neither embarrassment nor anger. With a gentle wave of her slender hand, shimmering light emanated from her, and all traces vanished instantly.

"My name is Xia Youyu. Little brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Haotian," the little one replied in a clear voice.

"This name..." Everyone was stunned.

"A powerful name!" Xia Youyu smiled sweetly.

The old woman smiled kindly and said, "Child, you are truly remarkable. No matter what, even if Youyu is careless, it is still quite astonishing that you were able to succeed in such a short time."

Xia Youyu smoothed her jet-black, lustrous hair with her hand. Her fair face, delicate ears like those of an elf, and bright, sparkling eyes made her look ethereal and captivating. A flash of light appeared in her palm, revealing an object that was neither gold nor stone, engraved with intricate patterns.

"What is that?" the little one asked curiously.

Xia Youyu handed it to him and said, "Little brother, keep this safe. You can give it to your elders later and have them take you to the 'Heaven-Mending Pavilion'."

"The Heaven-Mending Pavilion?" Little Shi Hao was puzzled, not knowing what kind of place it was.

"Then you must have heard of the Zhulu Academy, which means 'heroes vying for supremacy.' This academy specifically recruits the most talented people in this vast land and guides them in their cultivation. The Butian Pavilion and the Divine King Palace are on par with it."

The little one thought for a moment, then didn't ask any more questions and sincerely expressed his gratitude.

Those around were taken aback. They never expected Xia Youyu to give this talisman to this child who looked like a little wild man. This was no ordinary item.

Finally, Little Dot bid them farewell, saying he would continue to hone his skills, mount his unicorn, and traverse the mountains. Throughout the journey, Fur Ball remained listless, his large eyes vacant, like an ordinary little mountain beast.

“Youyu, you were ordered to travel to the Western Frontier this time, and you only had eight talismans in your possession. This is the last one. Are you just going to give it to this child like this?” a middle-aged man asked.

A young man sighed, "To enter the Heaven-Mending Pavilion with such a talisman means to rise in status overnight. All kinds of precious medicines, runes, and secret techniques will be given priority. Such a talisman is priceless!"

“Yes, Youyu, the Rain Clan of the Stone Kingdom wants this last talisman in your hand to pave the way for one of their very powerful offspring to enter the Heaven-Mending Pavilion. Won’t you reconsider?” the middle-aged man said.

"Given their status and position, their offspring shouldn't be too bad. Passing the test to enter the Heaven-Mending Pavilion shouldn't be a problem. And what about the precious medicines and other items that can be obtained with the talisman? Would their clan lack anything?" Xia Youyu said dismissively.

“Such an ancient family cares about saving face,” the old woman said.

“Then you can always ask others for them. I’ve already given out all the talismans when I traveled to the Western Frontier,” Xia Youyu smiled.

The middle-aged man reminded them, "The Rain Clan is very strong and should not be offended easily, especially in the years to come. They are destined to be extremely glorious because they are the maternal uncle's family of that child from the Shi family."

"The Rain Clan!?"

A strange and aged voice rang out, immediately making Xia Youyu and the others tense. They saw an old man appear where Shi Hao had just been.

It was Shi Yuntao. He looked at the group calmly and continued speaking:
"Does the Rain Clan truly possess geniuses, or are they simply seeking the opportunity brought by the Heaven-Mending Pavilion's spirit offering?!"

Their dislike for the Rain Clan was clearly evident in their words, and the others immediately became respectful:
"Senior, are you the elder of that child from earlier?"

Shi Yuntao nodded, ignoring Xia Youyu's attempt to change the subject, and continued speaking to himself:

"Be careful when the Heaven-Mending Pavilion recruits lately. You hope to gain the support of some powerful forces after the death of the Sacrificial Spirit, but those powerful forces are eyeing the inheritance and foundation of your Heaven-Mending Pavilion!"

"this······"

Xia Youyu and the others' expressions immediately turned ugly. Although what Shi Yuntao said made a lot of sense, it was this truth that made the few people who were still hoping for the best realize the predicament that Butian Pavilion was facing!
"Alright, you may leave now, but don't spread the word about my junior!"

Shi Yuntao waved his hand, signaling Xia Youyu and the others to leave.

Shi Yuntao still held a favorable impression of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion. Moreover, the founder of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion was also a descendant of the Seven Kings. After going to the Upper Realm, he discovered the suppression of the Seven Kings' bloodline and returned to the Lower Realm with resentment to establish the Heaven-Mending Pavilion.

Therefore, the Heaven-Mending Pavilion is very suitable for cultivating the bloodline of the Seven Kings' descendants, and at the same time, it can become the foundation for settling the karmic debts of the Seven Kings in the future.

We can't just destroy the Demon Dragon Sect and other forces and then hand over those land resources to those who stood by and watched the descendants of the Seven Kings become victims of sin. (End of Chapter)