"How exciting! The Bu Tian Pavilion has actually cultivated a holy medicine. We are in awe and very curious to see what this herb looks like," a group of people exclaimed in amazement, showering it with praise.
Holy medicine is a substance that can bring the dead back to life and is extremely rare. It is said that even if one were to search the vast wilderness for a hundred thousand miles, finding even a single one would be nearly impossible. If there are any, they would be found on the ancient divine mountains where true beasts like the True Wolf and the Pure-Blood Golden-Winged Great Peng nest. No one dares approach these places for fear of certain death.
In the world, especially among humans, it is extremely rare to see even a few genuine holy medicines. The fact that the Bu Tian Pavilion might cultivate one is truly astonishing.
They were all eager, feeling that their visit was certainly worthwhile.
"Let's go and take a look at these talented individuals. Let’s appreciate their extraordinary demeanor. The future belongs to them—this is a group of young heroes," Elder Xiong Fei said passionately.
"Alright," everyone agreed, stepping forward.
By the tranquil lake, a young man in a silver robe stood with his back to the shore, gazing out over the vast lake. His black hair fluttered, and his posture was erect, exuding an indescribable aura.
Though he had not yet made a move, fierce beasts retreated and fierce birds flew away, leaving a silence in his wake. He seemed to be the only being in the world.
At that moment, he appeared to merge with the natural world, his imposing figure standing out as exceptionally unique, ethereal and otherworldly, like a silver-robed celestial descending to earth.
When the crowd arrived and saw his exceptional figure, they couldn't help but nod in admiration. What a young hero!
"Young man, how many Bu Tian Stones have you collected?" Elder Xiong Fei asked as he approached, his tone gentle and friendly.
Xiao Tian was jolted from a state of deep frustration. He suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing with a terrifying electric light that made everyone shiver.
"What a young hero, with his black hair flying and eyes like cold lightning. But what’s with that lump on his head?" Elder Zhuo Yun praised, but then he faltered, staring at the large lump on Xiao Tian's forehead in bewilderment.
The crowd was stunned. The lump on the young man's forehead was enormous, resembling a horn and quite frightening.
Many elders who had prepared praise found themselves at a loss for words. They couldn’t bring themselves to say that the lump looked impressive or extraordinary.
"Have you been injured?" asked an elder from the Bu Tian Pavilion.
Xiao Tian remained indifferent and nodded.
"Uh…" The crowd was stunned. Could it be that this person had failed? Yet his roar was like a dragon's roar or a tiger's growl—he was undoubtedly an extraordinary figure.
"How many Bu Tian Stones did you collect?" Elder Xiong Fei asked sternly, adopting a severe tone.
In fact, seeing his silence, everyone assumed he had failed.
The silver-robed youth said nothing more. He simply dropped a beast skin bag on the ground with a loud clang.
The crowd was momentarily stunned. The young man was stubborn and aloof, displaying a strong personality. An elder from the Bu Tian Pavilion came forward, opened the bag, and was immediately astonished. He looked up in shock.
“There are a total of twenty-eight Bu Tian Stones, which is truly impressive. Such an achievement is undoubtedly the best.”
The crowd was moved and looked into the bag, finding indeed more than twenty Bu Tian Stones, gleaming with a crystal-like luster.
“What a young hero!” At this moment, people were no longer stingy with their praise.
"Truly astonishing. This achievement is rare in recent years and can overshadow many talents. He certainly deserves the title of an outstanding person," Elder Xiong Fei sighed in admiration.
"What’s with the big lump on his forehead?" Besides the major factions, there were also over three thousand children who had successfully passed the trials, and they whispered among themselves.
"Children, what do you know? That’s not a lump, it’s a unique sign," an elder chided.
"But it looks like a big lump to me," a child complained, feeling he was not mistaken.
“Stop talking nonsense. This is a sign of exceptional talent,” an elder from a major clan explained patiently. "Do you know what ‘exceptional talent’ means? It means being extraordinary and gifted, like having a horn. This is a natural sign of great talent. Ordinary people cannot achieve such a sign."
Some younger children looked on with skepticism, blinking rapidly and staring intently.
An elder from a major clan quietly advised his grandson, “Cough, this person is destined to be an outstanding leader of the Bu Tian Pavilion in the future. Don’t offend him. Whether it’s a big lump or an exceptional talent, it’s best to establish a good relationship.”
“Oh, understood,” the child nodded.
On the lakeshore, the young man in the silver robe felt as if a thousand wild horses covered in mud were galloping through his heart, wanting to scream, “Exceptional talent, my foot! Damn this natural sign!”
The silver-robed youth’s heart was raging. He was infuriated with the person hiding in the shadows and felt like crying. However, to the onlookers, the meaning was different. This young man was truly remarkable, looking up at the sky with deep and profound eyes, his aura indeed extraordinary.
The older generation did not see him as arrogant. The so-called pride of talent is just the privilege of geniuses, nothing remarkable.
If the silver-robed youth knew what they were thinking, he would surely be in tears. Ten thousand wild horses! I’m just proud of my talent, and I just got hit with a couple of blows.
"I know him. He’s from the Xiao clan, thirty thousand miles from here," someone spoke up.
"Ah, so he’s a talent from the Xiao clan. They control vast territories and have a population of over a hundred million. It’s only natural to have such a prodigy," others nodded.
"Indeed, witnessing young heroes is an honor for the Bu Tian Pavilion. Everyone, let’s move on. There are other talented youths we need to see. The observation continues," Elder Xiong Fei said with satisfaction, feeling a surge of excitement. This year’s talents were truly remarkable, and someone like Xiao Tian was extremely rare, definitely worth cultivating as a “seed.”
At the same time, he harbored another intense desire—to capture that mischievous child. This time, he wanted to see how he would escape.
Elder Xiong Fei was seething with anger over the chaos in the eighth district, the scene of a thousand people breaking through, which still made him dizzy. It was all caused by those troublesome children, driving him to madness.
Undoubtedly, this event had made the Bu Tian Pavilion the center of attention, with discussions and excitement buzzing outside.
As people continued forward, they encountered various young talents. Some were injured and lost their Bu Tian Stones, while others held several stones, their results varying.
Overall, although they were all strong and deserved the title of geniuses, none matched the terrifying presence of the silver-robed youth. The disparity was evident.
"Well, this child from the Wood Clan is impressive, having accumulated nine Bu Tian Stones. I heard he had already gathered seven or eight before but lost some to Xiao Tian," Elder Zhuo Yun noted, finally discovering another special talent.
Talents gradually appeared and gathered. During this process, several elders from the Bu Tian Pavilion frowned. The forest was too chaotic. Ancient trees were destroyed, broken branches scattered everywhere, and some mountaintops had even collapsed. What kind of upheaval had occurred?
“I have a feeling there was a beast tide. And Da Hei might have ravaged the area as well,” an elder murmured, quickly seeking out a talented youth to inquire.
“What? There was really a beast tide? Dragons, ancient crocodiles, and the Three Ancestor Dragons all caused a commotion?” The elders from the Bu Tian Pavilion were astonished and continued to question deeply to understand the cause.
"You’re saying that you saw a vague figure deliberately provoking those fierce beast overlords, which led to their rampage?" Elder Xiong Fei's eyebrows twitched.
A talented youth stepped forward, claiming to have seen a figure provoking the fierce beasts, resulting in a terrifying upheaval.
The crowd was astonished. It was unbelievable; even a genius should avoid provoking such fierce beasts, let alone challenge them directly. The power must be truly terrifying.
Several elders looked displeased. The mountains had been devastated, with the fierce beast overlords' rampage causing immense destruction.
"Are you saying that the person stomped on the ground, leaped into the air, and directly surpassed the height of the mountains, able to cross over the ridges?" An elder from the Bu Tian Pavilion received this useful information from the young genius.
"Yes," a youth nodded.
The crowd exchanged glances and simultaneously thought of one person—surely it was that universally despised child.
"That child!" Elder Xiong Fei shouted hoarsely, his voice filled with anger and excitement. This confirmed that the little rascal was indeed here.
"Prepare to act. Capture him!" Another elder was equally exhilarated, showing great enthusiasm.
"Calm down," Elder Zhuo Yun said, adopting a calm demeanor despite his inner impatience and desire to act immediately. He knew he couldn’t let his emotions disrupt the atmosphere or their image.
The elders exchanged glances and then smiled. Since he had entered, could he possibly escape? As long as he held the Bu Tian Stones, he was considered a disciple of the Bu Tian Pavilion. They would have plenty of opportunities to deal with him.
"Everyone, let’s go view the precious medicine. We’ll meet that child later," Elder Zhuo Yun said composedly.
"Excellent," the crowd agreed, nodding with satisfaction and anticipation.
The talents from the second battlefield also joined in, and the group moved forward towards the depths of the mountains, observing the trial battlefield along the way, all nodding in approval.
"Everyone, we’re almost there. This herb has been growing for eight hundred years and is likely to undergo significant changes when it reaches a thousand years old," Elder Zhuo Yun explained.
Finally, they reached the heart of the mountains. The area was vast and barren, with a hard, dry ground and black mist swirling about, resembling a giant underground cavern, creating a terrifying atmosphere.
"How powerful! That’s a true Black Tiger Fiend!"
"Good heavens, such a massive Black Tiger, it’s even stronger than the ancient relic species!"
Soon, people noticed a pair of enormous eyes glowing in the dark cavern, like two blood moons, casting an eerie and terrifying light.
Elder Zhuo Yun remained composed and calm. He leisurely raised his hand and pointed ahead, saying, "Please look there."
Suddenly, his hand froze. His previously friendly smile turned into a look of shock, his gentle eyes widening in horror. He nearly fainted.
There was a pit where the Black Fiend Lotus had been—it was completely gone, roots and all, taken away.
"Damn it! Where’s the medicine? Where’s the precious herb?" Elder Zhuo Yun lost all composure, leaping up as if someone had stepped on his tail. His forehead was veined with anger, and he roared furiously.
Elder Zhuo Yun was in a frenzy, as if he had turned into an ancient madman.
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