Pure Land Black Hand

At Heaven Mending Pavilion's gates, the place was already packed shoulder to shoulder. People from ancient aristocratic families had gathered there, along with the Goddess of War from Deer Hunting Academy and forces such as Lesser Western Heaven. It was livelier than ever before.

"Friends, your hands have stretched too far. You've crossed the line!" Elder Xiong Fei had a headache as well.

After recruiting disciples for so many years, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. He had truly underestimated the influence of Brats and that Big Black Hand.

And it was not only those who had come to watch the excitement or even cause trouble. This time, even the Princess of Fire Nation wanted to join Heaven Mending Pavilion. He truly could not understand it. With the Human Emperor as her father and an Ancient Kingdom as her foundation, what was she coming to Heaven Mending Pavilion for? Could it really be because of those two Brats?

But no matter what, as one of the ancient Pure Lands, Heaven Mending Pavilion certainly cared about its reputation.

"The Fire Emperor's daughter? She should have Fierce Beast Treasure Blood on her, right?" Shi Hao's chubby little face, paired with his lively, mischievous eyes, made for quite a comical sight.

Shi Jue was speechless. That was the future beauty who would owe him so much, yet all he was thinking about was whether he should rob her.

"Xiong Fei, why are you getting so worked up? Don't worry, we only came to observe Brats. We won't interfere. Whether Heaven Mending Pavilion can keep these two monsters depends on you." A middle-aged man from Western Mausoleum Beast Mountain spoke in a mocking tone, clearly on bad terms with Heaven Mending Pavilion.

"Who do we have here? Friends from Western Mausoleum Beast Mountain. Perfect, Heaven Mending Pavilion happens to lack Remnant Species.

"That Brats even said he wanted to eat Primordial Remnant Species. I recall that you have quite a few at Western Mausoleum Beast Mountain, so hurry up and take Brats away!"

Elder Xiong Fei did not hold back either. The conflict between the two factions had never ceased, and their arrival today clearly meant no good.

"You..." The people from Western Mausoleum Beast Mountain looked as though they had swallowed shit, choking on their words.

"No way, but does Western Mausoleum Beast Mountain really have Primordial Remnant Species?" Shi Hao wiped away his drool and asked with a straight face.

"Western Mausoleum Beast Mountain does indeed have quite a few Primordial Remnant Species, including rare fierce beasts like the White Tiger." Shi Jue stroked his chin. He remembered that Western Mausoleum Beast Mountain had also contributed to the siege against Heaven Mending Pavilion.

"White Tiger?"

Shi Hao's eyes lit up. The Primordial True Scripture recorded this kind of fierce beast. It wielded Geng Metal Power and specialized in slaughter. Its bloodline was usually extremely pure, so it had to taste delicious.

"Since you have come from afar, stay and watch Heaven Mending Pavilion's recruitment. Whoever dares to meddle will remain here today!" An elder with an upright, stern face issued a warning.

Working with him, Elder Xiong Fei activated the teleportation formation and sent the nearly one hundred thousand disciples into eight different regions of the Primordial Battlefield for their examinations.

It was impossible to recruit them all. Leaving aside the uneven quality of the applicants, Heaven Mending Pavilion simply did not have room for nearly a hundred thousand people. Other factions were the same; not even their menial servants numbered that many.

"Seventh Region?"

Shi Jue and Shi Hao did not act together, instead splitting up. If Shi Hao's position had not changed, he should have appeared in the neighboring Eighth Region.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Runes intertwined between Shi Jue's hands as he grabbed several incoming runes in one motion. The runes in the examination battlefield could easily break through the defenses of Blood Moving Realm cultivators.

Even children in the early Heavenly Passage stage found them hard to withstand. The safest method was to comprehend the runes while advancing slowly.

However, Shi Jue possessed the Movement Secret Technique, one of the Nine Secret Techniques. Such a simple rune formation could do nothing to him, and he was even trying to incorporate the Eight Trigrams into the Movement Secret Technique.

With a forceful push of his feet, the ground beneath him cracked. He vanished from where he stood in an instant, leaving trails of afterimages in the air as he shifted in a patterned rhythm. No matter how the runes filled the sky, none could touch him.

"Heh, since I'm bored anyway, I'll send you all home!"

Shi Jue took half a day to make a full circuit and return to the starting point of the Seventh Battlefield. More than a dozen children were still struggling to adapt there, drenched in sweat.

Shi Jue was not as indiscriminate as Shi Hao when it came to the Treasure Bones used to activate the formation. He did not pry them all out, merely uprooting a few stalks of Treasure Medicine.

Bang!

"Ow!"

Bang!

"Fuck, no honor at all! A sneak attack!"

Bang!

"The Big Black Hand?"

Resisting the rune attacks had already exhausted these children. With their minds worn out, their attention had dropped to its lowest point. By the time they noticed Shi Jue, it was too late. Before losing consciousness, they only felt a sharp pain at the backs of their heads before everything went black.

"Look at you. Why did you suddenly turn around? Now you've got a huge bump on your forehead."

Shi Jue looked reproachfully at the person lying on the ground, whose forehead had swelled with a lump over ten centimeters wide.

If that person had still been awake, he would surely have cursed out loud. This was simply inhuman.

"Eighty-four people. There are still several thousand left. Time to get to work." After counting the people lying on the ground, Shi Jue tightened his grip on the Slab Brick and headed toward the other areas.

A day later, the elders of Heaven Mending Pavilion discovered something was wrong. Nearly everyone in the Eighth Region had emerged, and they could confirm it was Brats's doing. But why were there still fewer than a hundred people in the Seventh Region?

"The Big Black Hand?"

"Fuck, we thought one hundred people was his limit. Turns out we were the narrow-minded ones."

"They're all lying there in exactly the same way. He really is the Big Black Hand alongside Brats, always striking from the shadows."

When the elders of Heaven Mending Pavilion and the spectators entered the Seventh Region, none of them could hold it together.

Every short distance, several children lay sprawled on the ground, each with the same swollen lump on the back of their head.

"Xiong Fei, look! There are words on this stone slab." Elder Zhuo Yun suddenly cried out.

[Heaven Mending Pavilion elders, there should be many people passing in the battlefield where my brother is. I've taken care of this Seventh Battlefield for you, so you can save quite a few spots—Yin]

"Uh..." The elders of Heaven Mending Pavilion's mouths twitched. What this Big Black Hand had done was rather unscrupulous, but it really had saved them quite a bit of trouble. Still, something felt strange about it.

"Ahem, whoever these children belong to, you may take them back now. They have failed the examination. This matter is not Heaven Mending Pavilion's fault." Elder Xiong Fei spoke to the furious crowd.

How could he not know that these clan elders had come purely to fish in troubled waters? They were angry now only because their own children had been beaten.

"Big Black Hand, my Wang Family will remember this! Just you wait!"

"The Li Family too!"

The various clan elders picked up their children. Unable to find Shi Jue, they could only leave behind threats before departing Heaven Mending Pavilion. They had lost all face.