The nine-headed lion was naturally enraged. With its noble bloodline and grand origins, who dared to use it as a mount unless the ancient gods had reincarnated?
Golden light erupted, turning the prairie into a sea of gold. The lion shook its head and tail, covered in runes, and fought fiercely, trying to shake off the human youth and crush him.
However, the little one clung to its mane, sitting atop it like a rock, immovable as if he had become one with the lion, growing from its back.
"If you keep struggling, I will really eat you," the little one warned seriously.
"Kill!"
The nine-headed lion fought desperately, unwilling to submit. Runes surged from within its body, displaying a do-or-die attitude, trying to force the little one off its back.
Silently, the beads reappeared, each one dazzling and translucent, resembling a small world surrounded by mist, suppressing the little one. At the same time, nine golden tusks transformed into flying swords, slashing at his head.
"Clang!"
The golden bone scissors emitted a faint ringing sound, and the Suan Ni mirror also glowed, countering these two treasures in a fierce clash.
Furious, the little one showed no mercy. One hand gripped the lion's golden mane, while the other swung a fist at its head, with golden light erupting like a volcanic explosion, causing a surge of energy in the area.
"Roar!"
The golden lion howled in pain, its head nearly crushed and bloody.
"You human boy have made me angry," the lion roared, its golden fur standing on end, looking quite fearsome. One of its heads swelled dramatically, becoming several times its original size, like a grinding disk. The golden light was blinding.
"Be careful, junior brother!" A senior from the补天阁 (Patch Heaven Pavilion) shouted, warning that the nine-headed lion was about to self-destruct.
The little one shouted lightly and soared into the air, leaving the lion’s back as he didn’t want to die with it.
Surprisingly, the swollen lion’s head rapidly shrank and then returned to its original size. Meanwhile, the nine-headed lion attacked fiercely with its treasures, aiming to kill the little one in mid-air.
"Damn deformity!" the little one spat, letting out a clear whistle. He transformed into a sea of lightning, with golden lightning dancing around him, and even his hair turned golden, like a dazzling sun exploding.
"Go!"
He withdrew the bone scissors used against the beads and aimed to cut down the nine-headed lion, while he wielded his most powerful treasure, controlling lightning to counter the beads and block this treasure.
"Boom!"
The little one clashed with the nine crystal-clear, dazzling beads using his treasure, as if fighting against an entire world, causing a trickle of blood to ooze from the corner of his mouth.
The crowd was shocked, astonished at how strong the human youth’s physique must be to withstand the golden beads. He was evenly matched, able to contend with them.
At the same time, the golden bone scissors proved very effective, transforming into two dragon-like serpents that dived down swiftly, their tails entwined, emitting dragon roars and serpentine cries, slicing through the sky rapidly.
The golden lion, terrified, dodged quickly, but it was too late. With two soft thuds, two of its heads on the left side were severed, blood gushing out and falling to the ground.
"Ah!" It let out a world-shaking roar, filled with unwillingness and fear, retracting its treasures and retreating rapidly.
"Thud," "thud."
Two more soft thuds sounded, with blood spraying up to dozens of feet high. Two more golden heads fell to the ground, and the lion mournfully roared as the last two heads on its right side were cut off by the bone scissors.
It was not as defiant as the little one and couldn’t withstand the dragon scissors with its treasures.
Both the golden bone scissors and the golden beads far exceeded its own level, and ordinary beings could not cross such levels to fight.
At this point, the nine tusks flew back into the golden lion’s body, and the nine beads shone beneath it. They then seemed to catch fire, turning into a ball of light and speeding away close to the ground.
"Where are you going? Leave my treasures behind and return my blood elixir lion heads!"
The little one shouted, standing on the crystalline white bone mirror, with radiant light shining. He also left the ground and flew down rapidly, holding the golden bone scissors and pursuing relentlessly.
Many people were puzzled, but only a few disciples from the补天阁 (Patch Heaven Pavilion) understood that his request to return his treasures referred to the lion’s treasures because, in his view, they already belonged to him.
The crowd was stunned. The battle had ended with the nine-headed lion's crushing defeat, showing just how powerful the little one was.
The fire princess and dozens of human talents were extremely shocked, while the silver-blooded giant and feathered king and other beings were terrified. This human youth was too cruel, having defeated the nine-headed lion and now wanting to eat it, making them shiver.
Thinking back to how they had wanted to recruit this human youth as a battle pet, they trembled, realizing they had sought out a small devil.
Everyone followed to witness the final outcome.
The golden lion was chased to the point where there was no escape, always unable to shake off the ruthless human youth. Though its face looked delicate, to it, it seemed like a gaping bloodthirsty maw, akin to a prehistoric beast ready to devour it.
Ultimately, with no other options, it fled to the majestic stone mountain, ignoring everything else, and plunged into a dark cave halfway up the mountain.
"The nine-headed lion has entered the divine cavern!" a group of people exclaimed.
"We have to hurry in too, or if it acquires the divine fortune, it will be too late to regret," the fire princess cried out.
The silver-blooded giant, feathered king, and other alien beings hesitated, unsure whether to enter or not.
"Everyone, let’s join forces," Fire Ling'er said, raising her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of excitement on her snow-white face. She knew that this was the resting place of an ancient deity.
The little one stopped in front of the divine cavern but did not enter. The inside was pitch black and deep, emitting occasional wailing sounds as if many vengeful spirits were crying out.
At this moment, the night sky was full of stars, with the silver moon hanging high. The dark divine cavern seemed even more like a demonic cave, instilling fear.
"Bad seed, are you coming in with us?" Fire Ling'er asked, giving him a sidelong glance.
"If I go in, I would subdue the nine-headed lion as a mount, causing a huge mess," the little one said honestly.
Fire Ling'er firmly opposed, saying, "No. Once inside, we cannot confront it; it would trigger forbidden powers. We need to unite to explore this place, as it is the resting place of an ancient deity, with treasures left behind."
"Then you owe me a mount," the little one said. At this point, he withdrew the golden lightning, put away his two treasures, and relaxed completely.
"None available," the fire princess glared at him with her large eyes.
"Then I won’t go," the little one shook his head, his large eyes blinking. He seriously advised, "I find this place very eerie and unsettling. You’d better not go in. Stay outside, and I’ll treat you to braised lion heads."
"Coward," the fire princess frowned. She was impressed by the little one’s combat power and hoped he would join, but seeing his firm refusal, she knew it was futile.
In the end, Fire Ling'er led dozens of human
The silver-blooded giant, feathered king, and other beings quickly followed, forming an alliance with the fire princess and her group. They had been hesitating, but upon seeing the little one grinding his teeth, they felt a shiver down their spines. Who is the true ancient remnant here? How can this human youth be so cruel, even intending to eat them?
These beings were truly terrified. If even the powerful nine-headed lion had been defeated, who among them could possibly stand against him? Each of them trembled, unwilling to stay close to him.
A few senior disciples from the Patch Heaven Pavilion did not enter. Instead, they stayed outside, respecting the little one and keeping watch.
"Junior brother, you're injured," a beautiful senior sister handed him a bottle of spiritual medicine to take.
"It's fine. I’ll be alright after a meal. I only coughed up a little blood. That lion was truly formidable, beyond my expectations," the little one shook his head.
Everyone was speechless. Formidable was an understatement. The nine-headed lion was definitely among the strongest of beings. Having had four of its golden heads directly severed by him would cause a great stir if word got out.
"Time to eat!" The little one was delighted, saliva dripping from his mouth.
Three senior brothers brought over the four golden lion heads. They had no smell of blood but rather an aromatic fragrance, indicating the powerful medicinal properties of their flesh and blood.
There was a river near the stone mountain. After some preparation, the four lion heads were skinned and cleaned, and a copper cauldron was set up by the riverbank.
"Junior brother, you really come prepared," the Patch Heaven Pavilion seniors remarked with strange expressions.
No wonder his bag was so heavy; it actually contained a small copper cauldron. It was like moving house, with everything one could need.
"The copper cauldron is best for cooking lion heads; an iron pot isn't thick enough," the little one explained.
The fire crackled, and an hour passed. The lion heads in the cauldron glowed, bubbling in boiling water, shimmering with radiance, and emitting a tantalizing aroma.
"Senior sister, add those four spiritual herbs. This pot of blood and meat treasure will be even more amazing," the little one inhaled the aroma, revealing an expression of bliss.
The four spiritual herbs collected by the lake were fragrant, glowing with radiance. When added to the cauldron, they burst into resplendent colors.
"It’s almost done. Let it stew a bit longer to reduce the liquid so that the lion heads can absorb the flavor."
With the lid on, the fire flickered, the aroma was overwhelming, and the lion heads turned a golden yellow. The meat was tender, the essence and blood transformed into a bright light, seeping into the rich broth and infusing the fragrant meat.
Without needing further words, this was undoubtedly a pot of unimaginable precious medicine.
A lot of the nine-headed lion's essence was concentrated in those eight smaller heads. They were not actual heads but reservoirs of divinity and vital energy, containing immense golden power.
After stewing, the golden divine power of the nine-headed lion was dispersed, becoming a pot of precious medicine, radiating with a bright light and a strong, enticing fragrance.
Adding the four spiritual herbs enhanced the medicinal effect, and the golden liquid in the cauldron shone as brightly as the sun, dazzling and intoxicating.
"It smells so good, I can’t resist," the little one licked his lips, nearly drooling, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Alright, it’s ready," a senior brother announced.
"Time to eat!" The little one called out, scooping up a golden lion head. He took a bite, and it melted in his mouth, with golden juice bursting forth, radiant like flames.
"This is so powerful. The medicinal effect is astonishing," the Patch Heaven Pavilion seniors exclaimed, feeling as if they were breathing fire and their seven orifices were glowing.
"Hurry and eat. It tastes best when it's hot," the little one swallowed large bites, the golden broth flowing, the aroma intoxicating, making one's bones tingle.
"I’ve heard that the lion heads of the nine-headed lion are exceptionally special, one of the most delicious things in the world and a great medicine. It seems to be true," even the two beautiful senior sisters abandoned their image and joined in the feast.
The golden lion heads had no bones, only rich juice and golden fragrant meat. They were not real heads but contained divine power.
The five talented disciples from Patch Heaven Pavilion ate one and a half heads and drank a little of the golden broth before they could move no more. They immediately sat down, circulated their runes, and began to meditate.
The little one continued to eat heartily, savoring every bite with golden juice splattering everywhere, thoroughly enjoying himself. He even nearly swallowed his tongue.
"So full," he ate two golden lion heads and most of the remaining golden broth. He lay down on the grassy riverbank, feeling too full to move.
"Junior brother, don’t slack off. Quickly circulate your energy and use this to break through," the Patch Heaven Pavilion seniors urged.
"No need. I’ve already infused this vast energy into my flesh and bones for the next breakthrough," the little one said, contentedly burping.
He had just used the Purple Cloud Heart to break through and open the seventh Heavenly Realm. Now he was not in a hurry and wanted to solidify his foundation to avoid leaving any hidden dangers.
Late into the night, the sky was full of dazzling starlight. The five talented disciples of Patch Heaven Pavilion each made breakthroughs one after another, full of joy and excitement.
"Thank you, junior brother," they sincerely expressed their gratitude.
"It’s nothing. Next time we’ll go eat some fatty prey or white tigers. There’s plenty more delicious food here," the little one said nonchalantly before falling asleep, his face adorned with a pure smile.
The others exchanged glances. This fierce junior brother, who looked so delicate and cute, left them speechless.
As it grew late, there were occasional rumbling sounds from the divine cavern, but it did not disturb their rest. Until the sound of rustling came in the late night, the little one suddenly sat up, his hair standing on end.
All around, pairs of green eyes glowed like lanterns, enormous and coming from all directions.
"Heavens, they’re all wolves! Some are as big as mammoths. Have they become sentient?" The Patch Heaven Pavilion seniors were also startled and displayed expressions of shock.
"This situation isn’t right. They’re preparing to besiege the divine cavern. We’re surrounded," the little one frowned.
This was even more severe than a beast tide because this was an organized and disciplined species. The entire prairie was filled, densely packed, and overwhelming. It was impossible to know how many there were.
Most importantly, they were all mutated, not ordinary wild wolves.
They were as large as giant elephants, some with silver fur, others pitch black, and some dark blue, each extremely fierce with shiny fur and eyes glowing with cunning and ferocity.
"Retreat," the little one whispered, leading the way up the tall stone mountain, but instead of entering the divine cavern halfway up, he climbed to the mountain top.
"They’re likely to enter that dark cavern. We’ll wait for an opportunity and escape using our treasures during the chaos."
Now, the entire area was filled with mutated wolves, vast and endless. There might even be powerful wolves with strong treasures and wolf kings among them. It was not the right time to break through.
"Awrooo!"
Sure enough, a long howl echoed from the east, and a giant silver wolf appeared, standing over ten meters tall, howling at the moon, radiating with precious light, commanding the wolf pack to storm the divine cavern.
"Uuuuu!"
To the north, a gigantic red wolf stood up, over several dozen meters tall, its body flashing with red radiance, with a single horn on its forehead, looking extremely terrifying.
From all directions, the howls of wolves rose and fell. In an instant, dozens of wolf kings appeared, all possessing powerful treasures, wildly charging towards the divine cavern.
No one knew how many giant wolves had surged into the dark cavern. The entire stone mountain seemed like a bottomless pit; countless giant wolves rushed in, and not a single splash of water was raised. It was never going to fill up.
During this process, the wolf kings also moved in, breaking into the divine cavern.
By morning, the entire stone mountain shook as if a riot had occurred, and the mountain seemed on the verge of collapse.
"Awrooo!" The silver-blooded giant emerged, covered in blood, with numerous wounds, and many dead wolves still clinging to him.
"This isn’t a divine cavern; it’s a devil’s lair!" He staggered, nearly collapsing.
Then, with a flash of light and shadow, the feathered king burst out. His five-colored wings were torn to shreds, blood and flesh were in disarray, and he nearly fell into a pool of blood.
Most of their subordinates were dead.
Next came Fire Spirit. She was also stained with blood, whether her own or from the giant wolves was unclear. The several cloaked figures around her were also covered in blood, protecting her in the center.
Several human geniuses followed, all severely wounded, with unsteady steps and staggering gaits.
"This is the resting place of the Wolf God, a devil’s land for breeding wolves. It’s not a divine cavern at all," the last to emerge was the nine-headed lion, covered in blood.
"What did you find?" The silver-blooded giant turned to Fire Spirit.
Next to her, a cloaked figure was holding a beast-hide package radiating golden light, which was impossible to hide.
"Just an egg," Fire Spirit said calmly.
"What? That could be the offspring of the Wolf God!" The feathered king was astonished.
The golden lion and the silver-blooded giant were even more shocked. This matched the inscriptions on the walls of the divine cavern: the Wolf God had offspring, and it was a golden egg.
"Do wolves lay eggs?" The little one asked his senior brothers on the stone mountain.
"Usually not."
"Junior sister, your egg is fake, not the Wolf God’s egg. Let’s eat it together," the little one said excitedly, rushing down the mountain and fiercely batting away the approaching wolves.
"Roar!" A group of wolf kings appeared, with powerful techniques filling the sky and covering the area with symbols.
The cloaked figure next to Fire Spirit was violently shaken and heavily injured. The skin bag in his hand was shattered, and a golden egg the size of a water basin fell out.
The nine-headed lion, silver-blooded giant, feathered king, and the remaining subordinates all surged forward to snatch it.
Fire Spirit and the group of human geniuses anxiously rushed upward, trying to reclaim it.
Dozens of wolf kings roared, leading a densely packed swarm of wolves to attack and overwhelm the area.
In the end, the golden egg was knocked away. The little one dashed forward, grabbing it with great joy. His eyes curved into crescent shapes as he said to everyone, "Hurry up and let’s go. We’ll cook it and eat it."
"No way!" Everyone’s faces changed as they rushed upward together.
"It’s really delicious; you have to believe me!" The little one, overjoyed, clutched the golden egg and dashed down the mountain, charging through the wolves, and vanished in a flash.
"No!" The group cried out in despair, frantically chasing after him, determined not to let him eat it.
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