Green Peng Precious Technique

"The Great Wilderness is rife with exotic beasts, and the human race has always been weak. Bei Village and our Stone Village are both of the human race in the Great Wilderness; we should have been supporting one another. Why would they provoke us without cause this time?"

One of the clan elders was quite puzzled.

One had to know that for the past few decades, Stone Village and Bei Village had always minded their own business.

"I don't know. Perhaps their population has suddenly surged, or there is some other reason."

Shi Linhu shook his head, then added, "Oh, right, there is a new face in Bei Village, a child named Bei Feng. His archery is extremely precise, and at only fourteen or fifteen years old, he is already on the verge of stepping into the Blood Moving Realm. He has caused me quite a bit of trouble."

"Perhaps Bei Village thinks that with one more talented youth, the village can rise to power, and so they have developed some improper intentions."

As he said this, a trace of contempt appeared on the man's rugged face.

He was merely a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child who hadn't even broken through to the Blood Moving Realm, yet he dared to call himself a genius? What did that make their own Little Shi Hao?

Although the other clansmen did not speak their thoughts aloud, the expressions on their faces were identical to his.

When the old village chief, Shi Yunfeng, saw this, he couldn't help but smile in surprise. A surge of immense pride welled up in his heart; when had the village developed to such a degree?

Outwardly, however, he remained calm and instructed, "Our Stone Village does not fear trouble. No matter what Bei Liqing is planning, if they dare to provoke us again, strike back directly."

Bei Liqing was the chief of Bei Village, and he was of a similar age to Shi Yunfeng.

"Understood, Chief!"

The eight-foot-tall, robust man roared his acceptance.

The news of the hunting party being ambushed naturally could not be hidden from Shi Hao.

Little Shi knew that the real reason for Bei Village's unprovoked aggression lay in their village's Sacrificial Spirit. That Old Bei was on the verge of a breakthrough and urgently needed to absorb a large amount of true blood from fierce beasts. That was why the people of Bei Village had been forced to take the risk and enter Stone Village's hunting grounds.

Little Shi naturally harbored no goodwill toward this Bei Village, which would cause his clansmen trouble time and time again in the future. He made up his mind to pull them out by the roots.

Therefore, when the village hunting party prepared to head into the mountains again, Shi Hao volunteered to join them.

Shi Hao was currently the clansman with the highest cultivation in the village, so Shi Linhu naturally agreed with pleasure.

The group of nearly eighty men were all strong and fit, so they moved quickly. In less than half an hour, they had entered the truly dangerous zone.

"Whoosh!"

The moment the hunting party stepped into a forest area filled with towering ancient trees, a sharp whistling sound pierced the air, and a cold, chilling glint struck toward them with extreme speed.

"How bold! You people of Bei Village actually dare to come here!"

An enraged Shi Linhu let out a roar and drew the heavy sword from his back, intending to strike, but he was too far away to reach them.

"Move!"

In the critical moment, Shi Hao pushed aside a young clansman beside him who was frozen in fear. Runes lit up on his right arm, and his entire limb instantly turned as dark as if it had been cast from bronze.

"Whoosh!"

Shi Hao caught the cold iron arrow with his bare hand and, without a second thought, threw it back like lightning in the direction it had come from. A muffled groan followed, and a figure in the dense forest collapsed to the ground.

It was a handsome youth holding a longbow, looking to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. A thick, long iron arrow was buried deep into his brow, covered in blood; he was dead beyond any doubt.

His eyes were wide open, filled with terror and unwillingness. He stared blankly at the sky, seemingly unable to comprehend, even in death, how a foolproof ambush could have ended up like this.

Bei Feng, the rising star of Bei Village and a master archer.

This "youthful genius" who was supposed to have caused Little Shi quite a bit of trouble had died by his own arrow just as his career was beginning.

Perhaps this was what they called peaking at the start.

"Bei Feng! Bei Feng!"

The death of Bei Feng greatly intimidated the invading enemies.

Although over a hundred figures surged out from the depths of the dense forest, they only dared to linger near their fallen clansman, not daring to take even a half-step forward.

"You children of Stone Village have such cruel hearts. This was merely a common dispute of honor, yet you killed him so ruthlessly. You will surely be a scourge when you grow up."

The captain of the Bei Village hunting party, a man of about thirty, stood up after examining Bei Feng's wretched state and spoke while suppressing his fury.

Shi Hao watched the man's performance with a calm expression.

A sacred silver moon slowly emerged behind his head. On the silver moon, there were mysterious ancient halls, ancient divine trees, and primordial demonic birds, all complementing one another.

The soft divine radiance washed over him, setting him off like a young god—sacred, majestic, and impossible to look at directly.

"Are you finished? Then go to your death."

As soon as his voice fell, the disc shot out like a bright moon falling from the nine heavens, heading straight for Bei Shan.

Fast—it was fast to the extreme!

"That is a precious artifact?!"

Bei Shan felt a chill in his heart and instinctively swung his sword to block.

"Pfft!"

A sound of flesh being pierced echoed. The Sacred Silver Moon sliced through the bronze sword as if it were tofu, then swept across his neck with extreme speed.

"No, that is a... a Precious Technique..."

With a twisted expression, Bei Feng stammered out these words before collapsing with a crash. Blood gushed out like a fountain, bubbling as it seeped into the forest floor.

In the blink of an eye, two of their clan's finest experts had been brutally killed one after another.

This gruesome sight completely terrified the men from Bei Village who had been lying in ambush. They retreated in unison, staring at Little Shi, who had dealt the blow, with faces full of horror.

Is... is this really just a child of four or five years old?!

"Haha, Little One, well done!"

Shi Linhu, having recovered from his shock, burst into loud laughter. He patted Little Shi firmly with his fan-sized hand before looking at the visitors with disdain. "You cowards from Bei Village who only know how to ambush, what other tricks do you have? Bring them all out!"

"You... your Stone Village actually has two cultivators in the Blood Moving Realm, and one of them is even so young. You truly cannot be allowed to live."

Supported by a few youths from Bei Village, an old man with a gloomy complexion stepped out shakily, his eyes fixed on the hunting party with venomous resentment.

Bei Liqing, the old patriarch of Bei Village, a hunter of considerable cunning.

"Old man Bei Liqing, I advise you to lead your clansmen to surrender early to avoid unnecessary casualties. After all, we men of the Great Wilderness only recognize fists, not words."

As he said this, Shi Linhu deliberately looked around.

This immediately drew a roar of laughter from the Stone Village clansmen, the thick mockery within it self-evident.

"You..."

Bei Liqing, furious, was about to retort, but when his peripheral vision caught another Sacred Silver Moon rising slowly behind Little Shi, he instinctively shrank his head back.

"Hmph, do you really think you've already won?"

Bei Liqing gritted his teeth and pulled a Crystal Bracelet from his bosom.

The bracelet appeared to be made from the shed teeth of a powerful creature; it was snow-white and crystalline, consisting of forty-two beads in total, and was the supreme treasure of Bei Village.

It had been specially bestowed upon them by the Bei Village Spirit before they set out.

"Oh, a precious artifact bestowed by the Bei Village Spirit?"

Shi Linhu gripped his Black Iron Heavy Sword tightly, a look of solemnity appearing on his face for the first time.