Ruins and debris lay scattered, narrating the tale of both the sorrow and joy at the end of glory. Was this the world where gods became deities, or was there another mystery?
Ancient divine mountains lay shattered, shrouded in chaotic mists, vast and boundless. The little figure, with his black hair flowing behind him, moved at lightning speed.
Finally, he reached the end, stepping onto a golden path. A flash of radiance, and he vanished from his location, arriving at the Primordial Land.
"Who is this? Squatting in the passageway, thinking they're a little troublemaker and wanting to take a few pieces of talisman bones?"
"Really boring, why mimic that guy?"
In the Primordial Land, the little figure, upon emerging, squatted on a large blue stone and carefully examined it. Several precious bones were embedded in it, and he thought they were even more crystalline and radiant than before.
Of course, he had no intention of digging again. Having been expelled once before, he didn't want to be permanently banned from the Realm of Illusion. He merely felt a bit nostalgic, recalling the past.
As he pondered while squatting on the stone and tapping it, his odd behavior naturally attracted attention. People pointed and discussed among themselves.
The little figure did not reveal his true identity, preferring to understand the situation first.
"Hey, young man, don’t really think you’re that vicious child."
"Imitating him like this, you’re setting yourself up for a beating."
Hearing this, the little figure scratched his head, stood up, and looked around. The Primordial Land hadn’t changed; it was the same as before.
"Has the troublemaker arrived?" he asked knowingly.
"Arrived? He died at the Sky Repair Pavilion. That’s what happens when you jump around too much—ends up costing your life," someone said.
"Not necessarily, there was no body seen, how can you be sure he's dead?" someone else disagreed.
"Cut it out, it’s certain he’s dead. Just think about it. With his personality, if he were still alive, he would have come to the Realm of Illusion by now. It’s been two years and a month, his banishment period should be over."
The Primordial Land was bustling with activity. The mention of the troublemaker drew a lot of attention, and many people began to discuss it.
Someone sneered, "With him, he would have turned to ashes escaping the Sky Repair Pavilion. It’s said that even several of their ancestors were killed. Although his talent was frightening, he was just a little kid. It’s hard to survive."
"Hey, aren’t you from one of the Four Great Families? I recognize you. I remember you were buried in a mountain of troublemaker’s men over two years ago. Why are you still in the Primordial Land and haven’t left? With your cultivation level, you should have been able to enter higher realms long ago," someone mocked.
"I don’t know. Both the Four Great Families and other major powers hostile to the Sky Repair Pavilion have sent people to the Primordial Land. They’re waiting for news," came the response.
"Rumor has it that there might be a fish that escaped the net from the Sky Repair Pavilion, which makes all the major clans uneasy. They’re spreading their nets everywhere, investigating."
The little figure was surprised. The Realm of Illusion was not peaceful; it was more complicated than he had imagined. Although the battle at the Sky Repair Pavilion had ended, its impact lingered, and the waves were still unsettled.
Recalling that battle, he clenched his fists, feeling very unsettled. Many of his senior brothers and sisters had died in battle, staining the pure land with their blood. Even the elders, nearly all had not survived. They sacrificed themselves to escort the disciples, blocking the enemies with their blood and lives.
The little figure squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards the distance, quietly pondering until his emotions calmed down.
He changed his appearance again, using a treasure technique to alter his height, now looking like a bamboo pole, very different from before. Then he cleared his throat and said, "The troublemaker isn’t dead. I just heard someone whispering that they had seen him."
He was merely testing the waters, but a group of people rushed over with murderous intent, almost simultaneously questioning him.
"Where? Who saw him?"
"Quickly tell us, where is the vicious youth? When did he appear?"
Their voices were urgent, and various symbols swirled around them, densely packed, indicating they were ready to act violently if displeased.
The little figure almost instantaneously sensed several different types of bone energies. People from the Four Great Families were among them, and others had mist swirling around them, likely members of the Rain Clan.
Besides these, there were other forces gathering as well, definitely including the Tuoba Clan and others.
Previously, various sects had teamed up to break the Sky Repair Pavilion, not just the Tuoba Family, Rain Clan, Xiling Beast Mountain, and the Four Great Families, but also some extremely powerful traditions.
A cold glint flashed in the little figure’s eyes. These people were relentless. Even in the Realm of Illusion, they could still be seen searching for him. It was as if they wanted to root out every trace.
It seemed many believed he was still alive, so they were casting a wide net in hopes of finding clues. After all, his displayed talent was so frightening that even some ancient sects feared he might survive and become a great threat.
"Speak quickly, where did you get the information, and who is discussing it?" These people spoke with hostility, directly threatening him with a cold murderous intent.
Moreover, more people gathered around, all exuding murderous intent. Everyone approaching seemed unfriendly, all wanting to know the whereabouts of the troublemaker.
The little figure made it clear that he had only heard the information and could not confirm its truth.
"Stop wasting time, just tell us," someone from the Four Great Families demanded.
"Don’t be foolish, or be careful with your life," a Rain Clan member warned directly.
"It was two old men, one had a bird on his shoulder, and the other looked cunning and somewhat despicable. They were whispering together," said the little figure.
"What? Lord Bird, and Lord Jingbi?"
"Go, quickly find those two old men. They have been in the Primordial Land all along and have never gone to a higher realm."
The group charged off into the distance like a storm. Although some still tried to capture the little figure, he took advantage of the chaos to merge into the crowd and disappeared quickly.
Years ago, those two were infamous in the Primordial Land for selling various true and false information about the little figure, and many people knew about it.
The troublemaker was quite surprised. After two years, those two old men had not left yet. It was indeed a bit strange.
Lord Jingbi looked like a slick, oily person, casually strolling around until he was unexpectedly surrounded. He nearly received a severe beating.
Lord Bird was not far away. Seeing this, he bolted, but after running only a few steps, he was blocked and surrounded by a group of fierce-looking individuals.
"You young ones, don’t act recklessly. My identity is not ordinary. If you are disrespectful, your ancestors will be held accountable," Lord Jingbi said with a pretentious air of a reclusive expert.
The crowd rolled their eyes and sneered. This old man was so arrogant. If it weren’t for seeking information, they would have dealt with him first.
"Everyone, don’t be rash. Let’s talk it out," Lord Bird said, waving his hand to keep the crowd back.
"Stop talking nonsense. How many people did you two old men deceive before? Now we need to ask you questions, and you must not lie," someone said viciously.
"Where is the troublemaker? How did you find out?" the Rain Clan members demanded aggressively.
"Troublemaker?" Lord Jingbi’s pretentious demeanor suddenly changed. His eyes darted around, and he quickly responded, "If you want to know, pay a hundred Jingbi first."
Moreover, he quickly added, "It’s one hundred Jingbi per piece of information, and I won’t make it public. Whoever wants to buy, come forward and make a deal."
Outside the crowd, the little figure was dumbfounded. This old man was really despicable. Clearly cornered and knowing nothing, he still tried to peddle false information. What a scoundrel.
"Old fool, you’ve swindled so many Jingbi over the past two years. Are you still trying to cheat us?" someone yelled angrily.
"The information is reliable. If you don’t believe it, someone will come to buy it at a high price in secret. Don’t regret it later," Lord Jingbi said arrogantly.
"Skin you alive!" someone threatened.
However, they were stopped by others. They turned to the other side, where the relatively naive-looking Lord Bird stood, and asked, "Old man, what about you?"
"Two hundred Jingbi for a piece of information," Lord Bird responded calmly.
"I—are you insane? I asked you for information, and you want to sell it at twice the price?" the crowd was furious.
"The information I sell is true, while the old fool’s information is false. Naturally, mine is more expensive," Lord Bird said unhurriedly.
Lord Jingbi, fuming, said, "You old fool, you’re slandering me. If high prices mean the information is true, then I’ll set the price at three hundred Jingbi per piece."
"Pah! Selling false information and still daring to pretend it’s real. Don’t compare yourself to me. I’ve always been honest," Lord Bird sneered.
"Talk nonsense. You’re the real old scammer," they continued to argue, glaring at each other and quarreling.
The crowd was dumbfounded. They came to interrogate these two, but not only did they try to sell the information at high prices, they also started fighting among themselves. It was driving everyone crazy.
"Enough! Are you done? Quickly tell us where the troublemaker is and where his true self is hiding," members of the Tuoba Clan appeared, extremely domineering, having had enough of the two.
"Bring the Jingbi. We won’t tell you anything without it," the two old men said in unison.
The little figure was speechless. Even in this situation, these two old crooks were still trying to scam people. They were truly no good.
"Unforgivable!" someone yelled in anger, unable to tolerate any longer, and moved forward to take action.
"Bang!"
However, those who wanted to teach Lord Bird a lesson were quickly thrown aside by the bird on his shoulder, crashing into a distant stone mountain and spitting blood.
Everyone was astonished and retreated involuntarily. This was definitely a master, and it seemed even more powerful than expected.
At this moment, everyone’s expressions changed, no one daring to act recklessly. They suddenly understood why these two old men had not been dealt with despite their antics—they were formidable opponents.
In the back of the crowd, the little figure showed a hint of interest. These two were indeed exceptional. Then he smiled, thinking it might be worthwhile to join forces with them for a deal.
The troublemaker’s return was not just for self-cultivation. He aimed to stir up a huge commotion, to take revenge, and deal with the ancient sects that had destroyed the Sky Repair Pavilion.
Given his nature, he would naturally not confront these powerful enemies directly.
He had already tested the waters, carefully planned. He intended to sell information about his own appearance, making the major sects pay a hefty price, exchanging vast amounts of Jingbi and original precious bones.
He hoped the other party would be extremely "enthusiastic," offering large and valuable gifts to "welcome" his appearance.
Originally, he had planned to do it alone, changing his appearance and selling the information under another identity, trading with the major sects.
Now, seeing these two old men, he felt it necessary to step back because these two, with whom he had a good relationship, were quite capable and seemed to be able to handle the situation. Most importantly, they were "habitual offenders," experts in extortion and deception.
The little figure did not waste time and quickly sent a message, communicating briefly and swiftly with the two old men.
As a result, the two old men, seemingly invigorated, their eyes gleamed with excitement, began to shout, shaking the entire Primordial Land. The people surrounding them involuntarily retreated, fearing they might erupt.
"I’ve decided to raise the price. Only original precious bones or ancient blood can be used for exchange, and it must be of sufficient value. Otherwise, we won’t make a deal."
"Let me be clear. We know where the troublemaker’s true self is and where he is training in the Realm of Illusion. This is absolutely true information. If it turns out to be false, we are willing to stake our heads as compensation."
"Of course, I need to add that no small fry should come and bother us. It’s best if the clan leaders of your respective tribes come forward and exchange the most valuable treasures. Otherwise, we have nothing more to say."
The two old men continued to speak, adding more conditions, setting an exorbitant price, and harsh terms. They swore the information was true, guaranteeing it with their lives.
Soon, the Primordial Land was in an uproar. The troublemaker was not dead and was about to appear again.
Moreover, the news spread to higher realms, causing a great uproar.
After drying their throats and thoroughly showing off, the two old men narrowed their eyes and exchanged a glance, muttering softly when no one was around.
"This troublemaker is really ruthless. Even when he shows up, he demands people bring valuable treasures for information. It’s truly disgraceful."
"This kid is also thick-skinned and ruthless. He’s making it seem like others are begging him, when he’s the one seeking revenge. It’s really deceptive."
"Are you talking about yourselves? I think the description is quite accurate," the troublemaker said with a dark face, grinding his teeth at them.
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