Strong

Little One turned the crimson feather fan over and over in his hands, unable to bear putting it down. He could tell this treasure was exceedingly rare—it might really have been a feather from a Primordial Remnant.

"Now that I've got the Crimson Feather, will your clan's treasure be half-useless?" Little One asked.

The crowd fell silent, their faces bitter. They all snorted and refused to answer.

Boom!

Little One suddenly struck. The Crimson Feather in his hand unfurled, and he gave it a light wave. Lightning flashed as crimson flames surged into the sky, swallowing everyone on the eastern side.

"So powerful! This is a supreme treasure! It'd be even better if I could get my hands on the Crimson Feather's true form in the real world." Little One's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"What are you doing?"

"Milk Baby, we haven't provoked you! Why are you attacking us?"

The people on the eastern side roared in anger. Thunder rumbled, crimson flames soared, and they were subjected to the most terrifying attack.

This treasure was incredibly powerful, imbued with heavenly might and impossible to resist.

"Hmph. Don't think I didn't notice just because you didn't make a move. You were watching me from the start. If that group hadn't attacked first, you would've joined in." Little One controlled the Treasure Fan. Crimson light blazed as he burned them until they were gravely injured, though none of them were in mortal danger or reduced to ashes.

A few were especially powerful and tried to escape, but Little One kept waving the Treasure Fan in his hand. Its divine might truly soared to the heavens. On top of that, he unleashed a precious technique, filling the area with flashing runes and rolling divine music, as if the world were being split open.

In the end, the entire group was subdued, and another "pile of people" appeared.

Boom!

Little One struck again, waving the Treasure Fan toward another direction. Smoke billowed, blood mist rose, and lightning flashed and thunder roared as crimson flames engulfed another area.

"You... what are you doing?!" they roared.

"Robbing you!" Little One replied.

"Outrageous! Do you know who you're picking a fight with? You attacked us for no reason! Even ten lives wouldn't be enough for you to die ten times over!"

"You were watching me too, and wanted to steal my Rune Bone and take my life. So I decided to rob you first," Little One said.

The battle erupted. This group was powerful, but in the Initial Ground, among those in the Blood-Moving Realm, no one could stop Little One. Numbers were useless; the Treasure Fan in his hand was simply too powerful.

In the end, four groups were defeated. They all came from great clans, and four human mountains now stood before the crowd of onlookers, who stared in a daze.

"My heavens, breaking news! A child just took down four great clans!"

Once they came to their senses, everyone cried out in astonishment.

Little One's big eyes shone brightly. "Have your clansmen bring precious techniques or treasures to ransom you. I'm very easy to deal with. As long as the techniques are good enough and the treasures are beautiful enough, you can send me on my way."

Everyone's hearts pounded. This child had an enormous appetite. Was he planning to hold the Initial Ground and challenge four great clans?

"Uncle Hammer, Lord Bird, Grandpa Essence Jade, have you found that mountain? Isn't it just a matter of taking one step to reach the summit? I'll go break that record." Little One called out to them.

The three of them heard him and their hair stood on end. This little ancestor really was no ordinary person. He'd beaten the experts of four great clans all by himself, and still wasn't done—now what was he planning to get up to?

Just then, a stone stele appeared. A line of text emerged on it, shining with an eye-piercing, brilliant light.

"This... is there no justice in this world? He's broken another record!"

"Greatest Plunderer!"

Everyone stared blankly, then erupted. Words appeared on the stele: all by himself, Little One had plundered 563 people in the shortest time ever, setting a new record for the Greatest Plunderer in the Initial Ground.

Everyone was dizzy with disbelief. He could do that? It didn't seem particularly honorable!

Shi Lin blurted out, "I'm dying of laughter!"

The stele flashed, prompting Little One to add a few words. He quickly tapped them in, leaving behind eight characters: "Heavenly Martial, Open and Aboveboard."

At the same time, everyone throughout the Void God Realm saw this newly established record, and the whole realm erupted.

"You've got to be kidding! Why is it this kid again?!"

"What kind of record is this? Greatest Plunderer, Heavenly Martial, Open and Aboveboard? Am I losing my mind?!"

"Where did this kid come from? He's turned plundering into something open and aboveboard. What on earth has he done now to outrage both gods and men?"

The whole realm was in an uproar. Many people were baffled, cursing as they sent others to investigate.

"He plundered more than five hundred people by himself, and now he's going to extort the four great clans? He really is an outrage to both gods and men!"

"Where did this Skinny Kid spring from? Does he think he can defy the heavens?!"

The entire Void God Realm was in an uproar, stirring up a tremendous commotion. Even those in the higher-level Heavenly Caves and blessed lands wanted to go to the Initial Ground and take a look.

Just what kind of Troublemaker Kid was this? Why did he keep setting such disreputable records?

The Initial Ground was bustling, with people coming and going. The enormous bluestone slab embedded with Rune Bone stretched ten feet across. Now and then, radiant light appeared, forming golden passageways through which groups of people emerged. "Where's that Skinny Kid? Let's see for ourselves if he really has Three Heads and Six Arms. He's set record after record in a single day!"

"This kid really is an outrage to both gods and men. Still, I'm looking forward to seeing how he extorts the four great clans. Heh."

The golden passageway shone brilliantly as cultivators emerged in groups. They were experts from the higher-level Heavenly Caves and blessed lands, who had learned what was happening from the Void God Realm's record stele and hurried over to join the fun.

"Brother, long time no see. Where have you been cultivating lately?"

"I've been cultivating in the Ethereal Heavenly Cave. It's been ten years since we parted that day, and Daoist Canghai has already passed away. That leaves only a few of us. Let's get together later."

In the Initial Ground, golden passageways appeared from time to time on the enormous bluestone slab. Those who arrived ranged from youths to old men; some were ancient relics who had lost every tooth and every hair. When they met, they couldn't help sighing over the passage of time.

It was clear how much attention the Initial Ground had drawn. Today it was more than ten times as lively as usual.

The world outside was in turmoil, but Little One sat on a boulder with his chin propped in his hands, eyes unblinking, utterly absorbed. He stared at his spoils, his eyes burning with excitement, and muttered to himself, "This pile to the east can be traded for a treasure. The pile to the south will have to be exchanged for a precious technique. And the pile to the north..."

Each "pile" consisted of over a hundred experts. Some among them were especially distinguished, high-ranking figures. Yet now they were practically worth no more than cabbages, their value estimated by the "pile."

Everyone laughed helplessly. This Troublemaker Kid was just too outrageous. How could the experts of the four great clans bear it? They were probably about ready to burst a lung with rage.

The truth was, the four great clans had 563 experts in captivity. They had been piled up into four human mountains, all badly injured and unable to move with ease.

Now some Skinny Kid was estimating them by the "pile." Their noses were practically crooked with fury. Was there any justice in this world? How could they have been beaten so miserably?

Among the four human mountains were several men of exalted status who usually commanded the wind and rain, scattered beans to summon soldiers, and lorded it over their respective territories. Now they too had been tossed into "a pile" and made to suffer like this. The humiliation nearly choked them to death.

"What a disgrace!" An old man panted heavily, so furious his liver hurt. He glared at the Troublemaker Kid sitting on the boulder with his chin in his hands, keeping watch over his "property."

"Phew..." A middle-aged man tried to steady his breathing, gritting his teeth. In the real world, whenever he went out, countless living beings had to come out and greet him. Now his body trembled with rage.

"What's wrong with you two? You have to hold on! I'm counting on trading you for treasures and precious techniques, so you absolutely have to hang in there." Little One looked worried, afraid they might die.

But seeing that concern on such a little face only made the people in the four piles want to leap up and strangle him. He was infuriating!

"This kid really is one of a kind!"

Several very old men who had come from afar to join the fun could only offer that observation.

Many people were unconvinced. This greenhorn had set two records in one day, and neither was honorable or decent. They couldn't help attacking him.

Thud!

As a result, Little One specialized in dealing with people like that. Runes filled the sky, radiant light danced through the air, and after one fight after another, another broad swath of people lay sprawled on the ground.

"You don't look like big fish, either. Forget it, I won't make another pile. I'll just sort you among these four piles as extras. When your clansmen come to ransom them, you can leave with them." Little One muttered to himself.

The group was close to tears. They weren't even worthy of making a "pile" of their own and could only count as extras. That brat was too wicked—how could he say such cutting things?

There were naturally experts present, but none of them made a move lightly. Each watched silently, their expressions cold.

Boom!

Suddenly, a sound like a flood bursting through a breached dike rolled in. Four pieces of Rune Bone appeared, weaving together countless patterns and transforming into a barrier of blue light that sealed Little One inside.

People from the Four Great Clans had arrived. It was unclear which clan they belonged to, but their opening attack was domineering and fierce. They had actually used four strange bones to form a formation and seal Little One inside.

"What great courage. These four pieces of Treasure Bone are extraordinary and mysterious. To use several at once is beyond what an ordinary clan could afford." An old man who had lost all his teeth spoke up.

He seemed to have seen through something, then quickly added, "Huh, no—that's the phantom image of a treasure, not its true form. It seems they lost the Red Feather Fan and are afraid this clan-suppressing treasure might be left behind in the Void God Realm too, so they're being cautious. This treasure can only be used once."

Little One's eyes shone. His expression turned solemn, and he dared not be careless. With a flash, the Crimson Treasure Fan in his hand flowed with a hazy red glow. Chaotic energy seemed to swirl around it as it released a terrifying aura.

"Hand over the fan and release our people at once, or we'll kill you right here!"

The hazy blue light spread, sealing off the world around them. The four pieces of Treasure Bone fixed space in place, and the four experts took up positions on each side, ready to attack.

"Bring me a treasure to trade for it. These four bones are good, but they're just phantoms. I want the real ones!" Little One said.

"Such arrogance. Kill him!" one of them shouted.

All four were middle-aged men in their prime, at the peak of their strength. As their runes shifted, the sky and earth surged like thunderous waves. Blue lightning lashed through the air, then transformed into towering torrents that rushed toward Little One.

The rumble was deafening, like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses charging across the land.

Little One swung the Treasure Fan in his hand. Crimson light surged like a sea, roaring and carrying bolts of lightning with it. Its power was immense, and it seemed the entire world was about to turn crimson.

The two forces collided, unleashing red and blue divine light and stirring up towering waves that swept across the world. It was like a volcano erupting and a mountain collapsing, the earth shuddering violently.