Chapter 138: Disciples of the Martial King’s Mansion

A purple marten, about ten feet long, gleamed with a rich violet hue. Its eyes shone like red rubies, clear and bright, as it moved through the mountains and forests, appearing in this location.

A group of young experts raced forward, brandishing their magical artifacts, intending to subdue this young ancient relic beast.

"This is a magnificent creature. If it weren't for its prior injuries, this group would likely be unable to handle it," the Red Bird remarked in surprise.

This rare ancient relic beast was infused with a potent spiritual aura, and it also exuded a fierce aura. It had a vertical eye on its forehead, and a fearsome claw mark from a previous battle with some creature.

"Quickly retreat! The Martial King's Mansion is capturing ancient relic beasts. Do not obstruct us!" the leader of the group shouted.

The little one jumped off the bird's back and stood on the ground, ignoring the commotion and focusing on the surrounded purple marten, which he felt was definitely a great tonic.

"Did you hear that? I'm talking to you," another person shouted, rushing over and first sealing off the golden passage to prevent the marten from escaping to another area.

The little one continued to ignore them, remaining silent.

The group showed their anger and approached with cold expressions. One person fixed his gaze on the Red Bird and said in surprise, "A Fire Cloud Sparrow—another ancient relic beast."

"We are speaking to you. Did you hear us?" The leader, with thick eyebrows and a robust build, appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen years old. His imposing presence made him seem like a young hero, glaring at them.

The little one looked at the group, lost in thought, trying to recall if he had encountered them before. Perhaps he had played with them in his childhood, but after more than eight years, he could find no trace of them. The children of the past had all grown into vigorous youths, and they were very different now.

Maybe these people were not the same children he had known.

Before he fell ill, some of his older cousins would often play with him. However, after he lost his supreme bone and became extremely weak, no one came to find him, except for a companion named A Man.

"Hey, did you hear or not?" someone scolded.

"I heard. I'm just standing here. With such a vast world, surely there’s room for me," the little one replied.

The Red Bird was astonished. This fierce child was acting unusually subdued and seemed a bit disheartened.

"We are asking you to move aside so we can capture the ancient relic beast," someone scolded.

The little one’s eyes sharpened as he gazed at them, remaining silent.

The Red Bird grew indignant. "Why should I move? Why should I give way to you? Who do you think you are?"

In the outside world, it had reigned supreme without anyone daring to provoke it, and it had developed a domineering nature. It would not be any different in the Hundred Broken Mountains.

"What an arrogant bird. It’s also an ancient relic beast. We should capture it too," someone said coldly, already eyeing the Red Bird.

The leader waved his hand, and the group quickly surrounded the purple marten while also subtly targeting the little one and the Red Bird.

The little one sighed, pushed aside his memories, and fully recovered his composure. He blinked and said seriously, "I warn you, don’t provoke me."

"We don’t want to bully you, but don’t stand in our way. We need to capture the marten, so please move immediately, or bear the consequences," the leader said, his face stern.

Behind him, some people were eyeing the Red Bird, eager to act and capture it as well.

"This place is so vast. Your battlefield is more than enough. Don’t be so overbearing and leave me alone," the little one replied bluntly.

"Damn it, what are you looking at? Keep staring, and I’ll cook you up," the Red Bird threatened. After spending so much time with the little one, it had picked up the habit of making threats.

"Ha, you’re quite bold. It’s rare to see someone provoke the people of the Martial King’s Mansion. You’re the first to do so in the Hundred Broken Mountains," someone laughed.

"Enough talking. Capture them. This Fire Cloud Sparrow seems quite impressive. After capturing it and taming it, it would make an extraordinary mount," the group said, preparing to encircle them.

The Red Bird's expression darkened. It was already in a bad mood, and it got worse as it said, "Anyone who dares to lay a hand on me should prepare to be cooked."

The group of people’s expressions remained cold as they advanced.

"I’ll say it again, don’t provoke me," the little one warned once more.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you’re as important as our clan’s Shi Yi? If you think you can underestimate us like a bloodline of the gods, think again. The consequences will be yours to bear," the leader’s group said with cold expressions.

"I will discipline you on behalf of the Martial King," the little one said calmly as he took a step forward.

"How dare you speak like that!" The group was enraged, considering it a provocation against the entire Martial King’s Mansion.

A young genius leaped forward, emitting a roar and unleashing runes that enveloped the little one.

The little one remained calm. He raised his hand, and the runes dissipated. A bolt of lightning shot from his hand, wrapping around the attacker and pulling him over.

"Ah!" The young man screamed, his body emitting white smoke as he twitched and fell at the little one’s feet.

The crowd was stunned. In a single exchange, a prominent clan member was taken down, proving the little one’s extraordinary prowess.

One of the leaders stepped forward, eyes flashing like lightning. He moved his hands, and a ripple appeared, summoning a coiling dragon that emerged and attacked with magical power.

The little one stood firm, his palm glowing as he unleashed a thunderbolt. The golden lightning shook the dragon, eventually causing it to dissipate.

"Impressive," the young members of the Martial King’s Mansion showed solemn expressions. They might be facing a formidable opponent.

"Kill!"

The young man attacked again, quickly pulling out a piece of beast skin and activating its magical light, which fused with his arm, becoming part of his body.

"Roar!"

He roared as his body grew significantly, and his arm transformed into a large dragon’s claw, covered in thick scales, and struck forward.

The little one was surprised to see that the opponent had a magical artifact from a dragon beast, which merged to form a dragon’s claw.

The massive claw, covered in scales and capable of splitting mountains, forced the little one to dodge. The claw shattered a boulder weighing thousands of pounds, sending dust into the air.

Clearly, this young man’s status was significant, given the rarity of such magical artifacts. Even the Martial King’s Mansion could not provide a primal symbol bone for every child.

Among the group, there were only two magical artifacts, indicating the special status of their wielders.

"Good, subdue him," the group urged.

The enormous dragon claw, invincible and immensely powerful, struck again.

The little one snorted, no longer dodging. Recognizing the power of the artifact, he let his palm glow and lightning crackled as he braced himself.

"Bang!"

A tremendous shockwave was heard. The little one remained unmoved, while the young man, though wielding an extraordinarily strong artifact, was left in agony, his face pale as he staggered backward.

His entire arm spasmed, and the beast skin fell off, separating from his flesh, its luster fading.

“Is it really possible to shake a magical artifact with just your bare hands?” The group of young people were stunned, struck by the sheer force they were witnessing.

The little one lunged forward with astonishing speed, creating a whirlwind as he moved, kicking up sand and stones as if an ancient beast was rampaging through.

“This is bad,” the young man shouted. Despite his desperate efforts, his talisman was still dispelled. The little one descended from the sky, grabbed the beast skin, and, by the collar of his shirt, threw him down next to the previously captured youth.

Fury rose within him. As he tried to resist, a foot landed on his chest, followed by a burst of electric light. Golden lightning surged through him, causing convulsions and heavy blows, rendering him immobile.

“Everyone, attack together! Subdue him!” The Martial King’s Mansion people knew they had encountered a formidable opponent. This young man was unbelievably strong, surpassing his peers. It might take someone much older to subdue him.

The group of attackers moved in unison, with various talismans flying about and a beast horn appearing, also a magical artifact, emitting a terrifying wail and a crimson glow.

The Red Bird was delighted and prepared to join the fray to stir up trouble.

The little one stopped it and took action himself.

The battle was fierce, starting with six or seven combatants and escalating to the entire group joining in, including those surrounding the purple marten who charged in to attack the little one.

The Red Bird observed from the sidelines while conversing with the purple marten.

The battlefield was filled with flashing talismans, electric lights, and magical artifacts glowing intermittently, accompanied by cries of pain.

The people from the Martial King’s Mansion were indeed powerful, living up to their reputation. However, it was unfortunate for them that they had encountered the little one, sealing their tragic fate.

Despite the intense fighting, the outcome was grim. The group was battered, with blood flowing from their noses and mouths, covered in wounds, and nearly turned into human punching bags.

Each one of them was bruised and swollen, with large lumps on their heads, having been struck numerous times by the little one. They rolled around on the ground, unable to stand.

Finally, the little one piled them together, forming a heap of bodies, and sat on top, asking, “Have you had enough?”

The group of people snorted coldly, only to be met with dozens of powerful electric currents, causing them to convulse and foam at the mouth.

“I’m giving you a lesson. Don’t get too full of yourselves. I can deal with as many of you as come my way,” the little one said.

The group was mortified. They were from the Martial Mansion, known for their exceptional prowess, yet now they were in such a deplorable state.

Moreover, the one who defeated them was several years younger, a profound humiliation indeed.

“If you’re not convinced, try biting me,” the Red Bird said, using one wing as a hand and hitting the group with the black pot. The group screamed in agony once more.

The little one showed no sympathy, allowing the Red Bird to continue.

“Is the Martial Mansion so great? Didn’t they get beaten up by me sitting on my backside?” The Red Bird sat atop the pile, banging away and rendering the group entirely defeated and without any spirit.

“Take care of yourselves.” In the end, the little one kicked each of them into a rolling heap, stepping on their bodies as he left.

“Who is he?” The group, frustrated and astonished, wondered at how such a young age could hold such fearsome power, comparable to Shi Yi from two or three years ago.

“Fourth Brother, Sixth Brother, and Ninth Brother, go and search for them. Report that there’s such a formidable young man.”

“Where is cousin Shi Yi? This is so humiliating. If we can’t defeat him, does it mean our Martial Mansion is powerless?”

The group’s faces were bruised and swollen, full of resentment.

In the distance, the little one eyed the purple marten and wiped his mouth, feeling that it would surely be delicious if cooked, given that it was an ancient relic beast.

However, the purple marten was very grateful and friendly, making him hesitant to cook it.

“What did you say? There’s a ruin with all sorts of magical artifacts, like a Sword Mountain, beast horns, divine rings, and more, all floating and resonating,” the little one was astonished.

The purple marten had escaped from there, where the most powerful talents were competing. Although it was formidable, it was nearly killed in an ambush.

“That’s right. It’s said that this ruin is one of the most important forbidden areas in the Hundred Broken Mountains and one of the most precious treasures,” the purple marten replied.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s hurry,” the Red Bird urged.

“No wonder the outer areas are so desolate. There are hardly any people because all the talents have gone to those places, fighting in various ruins and treasure lands,” the little one murmured.

They set off again, traversing the golden passages, advancing forward, passing through eight domains, and crossing eight golden gates, covering vast areas.

Along the way, they encountered increasingly more skilled beings and the atmosphere grew more lively.

Indeed, the closer they got to the center of the Hundred Broken Mountains, the more powerful beings appeared, with talents clustering together.

Eventually, they traversed twenty-four zones, facing numerous battles due to the increasing number of talents from various races, leading to inevitable conflicts and large-scale wars.

After several days of travel, they finally reached a desolate region.

This place was barren, devoid of vegetation, and the earth was a blood-red color, as if soaked in blood.

However, it was not quiet. Numerous talents were rushing towards the center, where mist swirled and the light shimmered, resembling a land full of treasures.

Two stone mountains formed a gateway, and within, a vast area was covered by black mist, concealing large ruins, with magical artifacts occasionally soaring and making a piercing sound.

Outside the gateway formed by the two stone mountains, countless beings wandered, unable to decide whether to enter or not.

The area was crowded with beings of all kinds, including golden giant birds, creatures resembling dragons, and others like the Pi Xiu and Suan Ni. There were also descendants of ancient human clans, experts from the Pure Land, and royal families from ancient kingdoms.

“Look over there. Isn’t that golden bird a Peng bird?” The Red Bird seemed a bit nervous and nudged the little one.

“It looks really delicious,” the little one said, his eyes sparkling as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, trying to keep his saliva in check.

The purple marten was speechless. It had realized by now that this human youth was even more ferocious than the ancient relic beasts, having already devoured several powerful ancient relic beasts that dared to provoke him.

“Look, isn’t that a pure-blooded Chi Dragon? It looks terrifying, with a powerful aura. Could it really have come from the ancient divine mountain?”

Upon arriving, the Red Bird’s eyes were overwhelmed, and its arrogance diminished. The area was filled with numerous powerful beings, and the emanating aura was frightening.

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