My Name Is Shi Feng (3199)

After merging with the Innate Talent Panel of the Sixth Calabash Brother, Xiao Tian clearly felt that his comprehension had improved considerably.

But he still could not understand the Original True Explanation. This thing probably required prolonged study, or a pure, childlike heart.

In any case, it did not suit Xiao Tian. After studying it for two hours, his head was spinning.

Everyone had their own opportunities and path. His path did not lie in the Original True Explanation; he could stack the Calabash Brothers' Innate Talent Panels.

So he simply diverted Shi Hao's attention. This bear child had been a little menace since infancy. He was teaching the boy Treasure Arts, and the boy had brought out something like this—was he deliberately trying to make things difficult for his big brother?

Next, Xiao Tian went hunting with Shi Hao, teaching him the Luan Bird Treasure Art and the Cold Flood Dragon Treasure Art along the way. Naturally, he also guided the little fellow in learning bone text and Treasure Arts.

Two days later!

A large group of strangers arrived at Stone Village. There were tribespeople riding silver-scaled unicorn horses, nobles' children standing on enormous beast-bone ships that flew just above the ground, and figures seated atop the Red Flood Dragon, putting on the grandest possible airs.

A crystalline, snow-white feather five or six meters long shimmered with holy radiance, like an angel's wing. It was a feather from a primordial remnant, a heavenly bird. Standing atop it were an old man, two youths, and two six-year-old girls who were twins. Even at their young age, they were as exquisite as little sprites, their large, dark eyes bright and limpid, sparkling with every glance. They were beauties in the making, without a doubt.

Xiao Tian also spotted his father, Xiao Feng, and the two younger clansmen who served as his protectors, Xiao Shan and Xiao Yuan. All three had changed back into their original clothes and were riding One-Horned Flood Dragon Blood Horses.

These people's arrival at Stone Village must have given Xiao Feng an opportunity to enter. Naturally, he had followed them over to take a look.

In truth, the three had been curious about Stone Village for a long time. They had only refrained from disturbing it because Xiao Tian had forbidden them to come. This time was different. With so many people arriving, they needed to back Xiao Tian up in case anything unexpected happened.

Xiao Tian did not say much about it. He was about to leave anyway, having already accomplished his main purpose in coming to Stone Village.

"This village's sacrificial spirit feels very different. Was it burned by fire or struck by lightning? It still hasn't died despite being in this state, and it's actually sprouted a tender new shoot. New life nurtured amid destruction-it must be extraordinary. It's a rare precious medicine that can help people transform.

"None of you had better fight me for it. That willow branch is mine!"

Just then, a six-year-old brat shouted and leaped straight off the seventeen-meter-tall Red Flood Dragon. A grayish-brown glow flowed around him as he landed steadily.

"Oh! This village's sacrificial spirit feels very different. Quick, let's go down and take a look."

Other children passing by also noticed the Willow Deity and spoke in wonder.

"It must have been struck by lightning, achieving nirvana rebirth amid death. That willow branch contains vitality and powerful medicinal properties."

Thanks to Jiao Peng's shout, more and more children noticed Stone Village's sacrificial spirit, the Willow Deity.

In the end, three hot-tempered children started fighting outright, fueled in part by grudges between their tribes.

They were Jiao Peng from Luofu Marsh, Lei Mingyuan from the Thunder Clan, and Zi Shankun from the Purple Mountain Clan.

All were between six and seven years old.

"Little One, your big brother will back you up. Go teach those rude little brats a lesson.

"See those three men on horseback?

"That burly fellow is my father. The other two are my guards.

"That blue-green One-Horned Flood Dragon Blood Horse king is my mount.

"They probably came to protect me. Don't worry. We bear Stone Village no ill will whatsoever. My training journey is over, too, and I'll be heading home soon."

Xiao Tian looked at Shi Hao and pointed at those great clans' children, newborn calves unafraid of tigers, as he spoke.

"Big Brother, I'm so jealous of you. You even have a father. I don't.

"And you have such a beautiful mount."

Shi Hao sounded a little dejected.

"You're my brother. What's wrong with sharing half my father with you? Besides, I think you have a father, too. Your Stone Village is far from ordinary.

"It's only a mount. You can have it."

At a loss for words, Xiao Tian rubbed Shi Hao's head, then lifted him off the ground as he spoke.

"Oh, I understand."

Held in Xiao Tian's arms, Shi Hao felt a little shy, but also rather happy as he replied.

"Come on. Let's go take a look together."

Carrying little Shi Hao, Xiao Tian walked toward the other children.

Many people noticed him and Shi Hao as well, turning curious gazes toward them.

"Big Brother, put me down. I can walk on my own."

Shi Hao spoke in embarrassment.

Xiao Tian did not insist. He crouched and set Shi Hao on the ground, then took his hand and continued forward.

Meanwhile!

The other children of Stone Village also poured out of the village in curiosity. Skinny Monkey and Ermeng were especially chatty, talking about eating Suanni and the vicious Wolf-Companion Beast that had served as a sacrificial spirit. They even complained that the meat had been poor because he was too old.

Finally, they eyed the Red Flood Dragon from Luofu Marsh and discussed whether he would taste better roasted or boiled. Every word made it clear how little they thought of that flying flood dragon of theirs.

"What are you two little savages muttering about? Are you tired of living?!"

In the middle of his fierce battle, Jiao Peng was provoked into a furious rage. Icy light shot from his small eyes like two terrifying beams as he looked at Ermeng and Skinny Monkey and spoke.

"Whoa, his eyes are spitting fire! So scary. Just like that vicious Wolf-Companion Beast everyone shared for dinner that night."

"Huh? Can that idiot actually hear us talking about him? He's no worse than the frost hound we ate yesterday."

Skinny Monkey was a little doubtful. They were so far away-could he really hear them?

"Heehee!" Clear, sweet little girls' laughter rang out. The two six-year-old girls on the snow-white feather floating in the air sat with their four legs swinging freely. Dressed in fitted dresses, one black and one white, they laughed so hard they rocked back and forth, their curved lashes long and their large eyes clear and bright.

The elders from the Thunder Clan, the Purple Mountain Clan, and Luofu Marsh all spoke up, telling their boys to stop fighting. They were now very curious about the village before them, suspecting that it might be the secluded retreat of some great hidden clan.

"Those two little girls are pretty good. We could snatch them back as wives."

Xiao Tian spoke.

"Big Brother, if you like them, I'll help you catch them."

Shi Hao immediately patted his chest as he declared it.

The smiles of the two flower-like sisters sitting on the feather froze at once. They pouted, glaring angrily at Xiao Tian and Shi Hao.

"You're infuriating! You little savages dare laugh at me, and you even dare ignore me!"

After the fighting stopped, Jiao Peng flew into an utter rage. He shook his arms like a vicious young flood dragon, covered more than twenty meters in a single leap, and rushed toward Ermeng and Skinny Monkey, clearly intent on teaching them a lesson.

Shi Hao grew anxious. Whoosh! He vanished from where he stood, blue-green runes flowing over his body as he used the Luan Bird Treasure Art. In an instant, before Jiao Peng could strike, he appeared in front of him. With a jolt of his arm, he sent Jiao Peng flying backward.

Thud!

Jiao Peng landed in a sorry state, as though struck by lightning. Even the ground beneath his feet cracked, and he finally fell onto his backside, covered in dust and thoroughly humiliated.

"You're so weak, yet you strike so viciously at others. That's bad character. Sooner or later, it'll bring you a great disaster."

Remembering Xiao Tian's words that humility was the true way, Shi Hao spoke to Jiao Peng.

Had Skinny Monkey and Ermeng been hit just now, they would have been gravely injured, if not killed. He greatly disliked the child before him. Big Brother Xiao Tian was clearly so powerful, yet he was incredibly easygoing and had even personally helped Ermeng and the others temper their bodies.

Meanwhile, the experts from the various clans who had gathered around were collectively shocked into silence.

Xiao Feng could only hold his forehead speechlessly while Xiao Shan and Xiao Yuan stared at him. They had seen that Xiao Tian, that little spendthrift, had passed their clan's treasured Treasure Art on to that small child.

But what could he say?

This was his own son, and the boy was a monstrous prodigy, a precious treasure worth more than even the Xiao Clan's Clan-Guarding Precious Technique. Even if his father, Marquis Ling Tian, found out, he would probably let the matter drop.

Besides, this milk-drinking toddler who looked three or four at most was outrageously powerful.

He was definitely a promising seedling. That was Xiao Feng's first instinct.

The others, however, considered far more. They began studying this little wilderness village carefully. Just what sort of place was this? Had they truly stumbled upon a hidden tribe with a terrifying legacy?

"Little fellow, how old are you?"

Xiao Feng stepped forward and asked curiously.

"Almost four."

Seeing that it was his big brother Xiao Tian's father, little Shi Hao immediately answered honestly.

Xiao Feng was shocked inwardly. It really was as he had thought. Apart from Xiao Tian, none of the Xiao Family's children were such monstrous prodigies.

Xiao Tian sighed inwardly. Little Shi Hao should actually have been five. When he was one, his Supreme Bone had been dug out, and he had almost died. His whole body had regressed until he resembled an infant born not long before.

Xiao Tian saw his father but pretended not to. Instead, he was watching the pair of angry twin sisters. If he took them as maids, they could serve tea, fold his bedding, and warm his bed in the future. Tsk, tsk-just thinking about it gave him something to look forward to in life!

"I don't believe it!"

Jiao Peng shouted. Losing a fight against his peers was one thing, but being casually knocked away by a four-year-old savage had dealt his pride a devastating blow.

With that, he charged forward again. He still did not use a Treasure Art, wanting only to pit his physical strength against Shi Hao's. He rushed over like a little peng bird.

Bang!

The next moment, he flew backward faster than he had charged in. He tumbled several times in succession and landed covered in dust, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Not a trace of his earlier swagger or arrogance remained.

Above all, it was humiliating. Jiao Peng lay sprawled on the ground, his backside sticking up like a wild goose landing on flat sands. His face burned. It was utterly humiliating.

At last, the other adults could not help gathering around as well. This little child was extraordinary.

"Child, what is your village called?"

The Marquis of Purple Mountain's clan uncle, serving as the Purple Mountain Clan's protector on this journey, personally asked.

"Stone Village."

Shi Hao answered in his childish voice.

"May we come into the village to sit down and rest a little?"

Purple Mountain Shou asked amiably.

"As long as you aren't here to cause trouble, you can come in."

Just then, Xiao Tian walked over and spoke.

Everyone looked at Xiao Tian. At present, he looked like a boy of eleven or twelve, dressed in coarse cloth, but he had a commanding bearing and a handsome, dignified air. In fact, many of them had noticed him long ago.

"Little brother, how old are you, and what is your name?"

Purple Mountain Shou continued asking with a kindly expression.

"Twelve. Shi Tian."

Xiao Tian had completely reined in his aura. With the talent of the Sixth Calabash Brother bolstering him, his ability to conceal himself was such that even a Venerable would be unable to see through him.

"What is it? Do you need something? My name is Shi Feng. I'm these two boys' father."

Just then, hearing his son pass himself off as someone from Stone Village, Xiao Feng's eyes lit up. He had never felt so clever in his life. He immediately chose to join in and spoke.

(End of chapter)