Strong

Little One turned the crimson feather fan over and over in his hands, unable to put it down. He could tell this treasure was extremely rare; it was very likely a plume from an Archaic Remnant.

"After I take this Crimson Feather, will the treasures of your clan be half-ruined?" Little One asked.

The group looked bitter, all of them snorting coldly without answering.

"BOOM!"

Suddenly, Little One struck. He unfolded the crimson fan in his hand and gave it a light wave. Lightning flashed and crimson fire surged, instantly engulfing the group on the east side.

"So strong! This is a supreme treasure. If I could get the real Crimson Feather in the real world, that would be even better." Little One's eyes were filled with sparkling stars.

"What are you doing?"

"Milk Baby, we didn't provoke you! Why are you attacking us?"

On the east side, that group roared and shouted. With thunder rumbling and crimson fire raging, they were suffering the most terrifying of attacks.

The power of this treasure was immense, possessing a heavenly might that was difficult to resist.

"Hmph, don't think I don't know you didn't make a move just because you didn't attack yet. You were staring at me earlier; if that other group hadn't suddenly launched an attack, you would have struck too," Little One said. He controlled the treasure fan, its red light shining as he burned those people until they were severely injured, though he stopped short of killing them or turning them into ashes.

A few individuals were exceptionally strong and tried to flee, but Little One kept waving the fan. Its divine might was truly overwhelming, and when combined with his own triggered treasure techniques, runes flickered and divine sounds rolled forth as if the world were being torn asunder.

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

"BOOM!"

Little One struck again, waving the fan toward another direction. With smoke rising, blood mist steaming, and lightning flashing, another area was submerged in crimson fire.

"You... what are you doing?!" those people roared.

"Robbery!" Little One replied.

"How insolent! Do you know who you are provoking? Attacking us for no reason—you don't have enough lives to pay for this!" the group shouted in fury.

"Weren't you all staring at me too? You wanted to seize my Treasure Bone and take my life, so now I've decided to rob you first," Little One said.

A great battle erupted. Although these people were strong, in this Initial Ground at the Blood-Moving Realm, no one could truly stop Little One. Even with their numbers, it was useless; the treasure fan in his hand was simply too formidable.

In the end, four factions were soundly defeated, all hailing from major clans. Four mountains of people appeared on the scene, leaving the onlookers completely dumbfounded.

"Heavens! Big news! Explosive news! A child has cleaned out four major clans!"

Once the people came to their senses, they exclaimed in succession.

Little One's large eyes sparkled as he said, "Have your clansmen bring treasure techniques or treasures to ransom you. I'm the easiest person to talk to; as long as the treasure techniques are good enough and the treasures are magnificent enough, you can send me on my way."

The crowd was terrified. This child had such a huge appetite! Was he planning to station himself in the Initial Ground and lock horns with four major clans?

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

Upon hearing this, the hair on their bodies stood on end. This little ancestor was truly not an ordinary person. He had just beaten the experts of four giant clans into the dirt, and that wasn't even the end of it—why was he looking to cause more trouble?

Just then, a stone tablet emerged. A line of text appeared on it, shining with a blinding, brilliant light.

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

"Greatest Plunderer!"

The crowd was stunned, then erupted into chaos. The text on the tablet revealed that Little One had single-handedly plundered five hundred and sixty-three people in the shortest amount of time, establishing the record for the Greatest Plunderer in the Initial Ground.

The crowd felt dizzy. This was possible? It didn't seem very honorable!

Shi Lin, standing to the side, exclaimed, "This is hilarious!"

The stone tablet shone, prompting Little One to add to it. He scribbled away, leaving behind eight large characters: Heavenly Martial, Open and Aboveboard.

At the same time, everyone throughout the Void God Realm saw this newly appeared record, and a great uproar ensued.

"Are you kidding me? How is it this kid again!?"

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

"Where did this kid pop out from? Plundering has become 'Open and Aboveboard'? What kind of heaven-defying, god-angering thing has he done now?"

The world was in an uproar. Many were confused, cursing while sending people to scout for information.

"He plundered over five hundred people alone and is now trying to extort four major clans? He really is a menace to gods and men alike!"

"Where did this brat jump out from? Does he want to defy the heavens?!"

The entire Void God Realm was in an uproar, stirring up a massive storm. Even those in the higher-level Ethereal Heavenly Caves wanted to go to the Initial Ground to take a look.

What kind of troublesome child was this, and why did he always set such dishonorable records?

The Initial Ground was very lively, with people coming and going. The large bluestone embedded with a Rune Bone, a zhang in circumference, emitted rays of light from time to time, constructing golden passages as groups of people stepped out. "Where is that brat? Let us see if he really has three heads and six arms to be able to break records repeatedly in a single day."

"This baby is truly a menace to gods and men, but I'm looking forward to seeing how he extorts the four giant clans. Heh heh."

The golden passages were brilliant, and cultivators walked out in groups. These were experts from higher-level Ethereal Heavenly Caves who had learned of the situation from the record tablets of the Void God Realm and had rushed over to join the excitement.

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

"I have been cultivating in the Ethereal Heavenly Cave. Ten years have passed since we last parted. Fellow Daoist Canghai has already passed on, leaving only a few of us. Let's gather in a while."

In the Initial Ground, on that large bluestone, golden passages appeared from time to time. The people arriving ranged from youths to the elderly, and there were even ancient antiques who had lost all their teeth and hair. Upon meeting one another, they sighed with emotion.

It is evident how much attention the Initial Ground has attracted; today, it is more than ten times livelier than ever before.

While the outside world was in an uproar, Little One sat upon a giant rock, chin in his hands, eyes unblinking and utterly absorbed. He stared at his spoils of war with a gaze so fiery it was practically scorching, muttering to himself, "This pile on the east side can be traded for a precious artifact, this pile on the south side must be traded for a precious technique, and this pile on the north side..."

Each so-called "pile" consisted of over a hundred experts, many of whom held illustrious identities and high status. Yet now, they were treated like mere cabbages, their value estimated by the "pile."

The crowd was torn between laughter and tears. This bear child was truly one of a kind; how could the experts of the four great clans possibly endure this? They were likely fuming to the point of bursting.

In truth, that was exactly the case. The five hundred and sixty-three captured experts from the four clans had been stacked into four human mountains, all of them severely wounded and unable to move.

Now that a brat was estimating their value by the "pile," these people were so angry their noses were practically crooked. Was there no justice left in the world? To be dealt with so miserably!

Among the four human mountains, several high-status figures who usually commanded the wind and rain, capable of turning beans into soldiers and looking down upon their regions, were now lumped into a "pile." Suffering such indignity, the sheer frustration was enough to choke them.

"The humiliation!" an old man wheezed, his liver aching with rage as he glared at the bear child sitting on the rock, chin in hand, guarding his "property."

"Hoo..." a middle-aged man panted, gritting his teeth. In the real world, he was greeted by multitudes wherever he traveled; now, he was shaking with fury.

"What's wrong with you two? You must hold on! My precious artifacts and techniques depend on trading you, so you absolutely must hang in there," Little One said, looking worried, terrified that they might die.

Yet, seeing such concern on that small face only made those piles of people wish they could leap up and strangle him. It was infuriating.

"This child is truly an anomaly!"

Several elderly men who had traveled from afar to join the spectacle could only offer such a sigh.

Many were unconvinced. This young rascal had broken two records in a single day, and in such a disgraceful, underhanded way, that they couldn't help but make a move against him.

"Bang!"

As it turned out, Little One specialized in dealing with such people. In an instant, runes filled the sky and divine light danced. After battle upon battle, another large group lay collapsed on the ground.

"You lot don't look like big fish either. Forget it, I won't make a new pile; I'll just distribute you among these four. Consider yourselves a bonus. If your family comes to ransom you, you can go with them," Little One muttered to himself.

The group was left speechless, unable to even qualify as their own "pile" and relegated to being mere bonuses. This dead child was too wicked; how could his words be so cutting?

Naturally, there were masters present, but they did not act lightly, watching quietly with cold expressions.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a sound like a bursting dam echoed out. Four Rune Bones appeared, weaving together dense patterns to form a blue light barrier that sealed Little One within.

The people of the four great clans had arrived. It was unclear which clan they belonged to, but their opening move was so overbearing and fierce that they had utilized four strange bones to set up a formation, trapping Little One.

"What grand ambition. These four Treasure Bones are extraordinary and mysterious; to use several at once is something not every clan can afford," an old man with no teeth remarked.

He seemed to have noticed something and quickly added, "Wait, no. These are phantom projections manifested by artifacts, not the real things. It seems they lost their Red Feather Fan and, fearing that this clan-protecting treasure might also be lost in the Void God Realm, have become cautious. This treasure can only be used once."

Little One's eyes shone brightly. His expression turned solemn, not daring to be careless. With a flash, he brandished the Crimson Treasure Fan in his hand, which shimmered with a hazy red glow and seemed to churn with chaotic energy, emitting a terrifying fluctuation.

"Hand over the fan and release our people immediately, or we will execute you here!"

The hazy blue light expanded, locking down the heavens and earth. The four experts stood at each corner, the four Rune Bones anchoring the void, ready to strike.

"Trade me with precious artifacts! These four bones are nice, but it's a pity they're only projections. I want the real ones!" Little One declared.

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

These four were all middle-aged men in their prime, at their most powerful state. As their runes spun, the heavens roared like thunder, and blue lightning danced before transforming into surging waves that crashed toward Little One.

The rumbling was deafening, like a thousand armies charging forward.

Little One swung the treasure fan in his hand. Crimson light roared like a sea, surging and howling with lightning. Its power was immense, and the entire world seemed to turn a deep crimson.

The two forces collided, erupting in red and blue divine light. Monstrous waves surged, sweeping across the land like a volcanic eruption or a collapsing mountain, causing the earth to tremble violently.