The Small Solitary Mountain Town was not a large one. It was located in the outer area of the Vast and Wild Mountains and had a population of over two thousand. It was more than a hundred miles away from Stone Village.
In this boundless world, the forests were vast and endless, filled with prehistoric beasts and poisonous insects. Human settlements were scattered among the primeval mountains, all isolated from each other and difficult to communicate with the outside world.
Although this was a town, neither Stone Village nor Bane Village, for example, would have visitors for half a year or more. The mountain road of over a hundred miles was blocked by the primeval forests, with fierce birds, poisonous insects, and ferocious beasts, making it extremely dangerous.
In fact, this was a common situation everywhere. Even though Stone Village and Bane Village were only a few dozen miles apart, the people of the two villages would not meet each other for months.
However, today, outside the Small Solitary Mountain Town, there were shouts and neighs of horses. The iron armors shone brightly as a group of cavalry galloped over. They passed through countless mountains, broke through the territories of various fierce creatures, and safely arrived here.
These dozens of riders were all on scaled horses. The few people surrounded in the center were riding on mutated scaled horses with a single horn, all white bodies, and shining silver scales, looking extremely valiant.
The leader was a middle-aged man with disheveled black hair. Golden rays of light shone in his eyes, and even his pupils were almost turning pale gold. When he looked into the town, two golden beams shot out, terrifying to the extreme.
On the other 独角 horses sat two teenagers, a girl, as well as a boy and two girls. They all seemed intelligent and agile, with pretty and lovely appearances.
The people of the Small Solitary Mountain Town were full of doubts. There were few outsiders on ordinary days, but in the past few days, there had been wave after wave of people. More than ten groups of people from major tribes had arrived, all of them unimaginably powerful.
And judging from this trend, there would be even more people. The idle courtyards in the town were all occupied, and some of the troops even stayed in the households.
Just as this group entered, another group arrived, with an even more astonishing momentum. It was a flood dragon clearing the way. It was over twenty meters long, its scales shining all over, and it had a pair of huge wings. It flew across the sky, casting a large shadow on the ground. On it sat a middle-aged man and three children, one was five or six years old, one was eight or nine years old, and the other was eleven or twelve years old. All of them were outstanding.
When they were still more than ten meters above the ground, the three children jumped down. The wind whistled. When the middle-aged man saw this, he shouted, "Slow down! Don't be too hasty!"
"It's okay!" The youngest child shouted. Two beams of light shot out of his eyes. Like a young cub of a golden-winged roc, he circled down and landed on the ground with a thud, giving off an extremely fierce momentum.
The people in the town were shocked. That was only a child of five or six years old, yet he emitted such a fierce aura. He could leap from more than ten meters high and was definitely capable of tearing fierce birds and beasts with his bare hands.
"This town is called Small Solitary Mountain. Could the spirit of worship be a mountain?" The eleven or twelve-year-old child said to himself.
At the entrance of the town, there was a stone tablet with three large characters engraved on it: Small Solitary Mountain.
"Look, it's really a spiritual mountain of stone. It has been worshipped by the people of the town for a long time and offered many beast sacrifices. Maybe rare and strange true blood has been nurtured inside it. Third Uncle, kill this spirit of worship. I'll use its blood to refine my body later. It must be of great benefit!" The youngest child, named Jiao Peng, was only five or six years old but had an extremely imposing manner. His eyes were intimidating as he spoke like a fierce beast.
When the people of the town heard this, their faces all changed. Killing their spirit of worship was no different from destroying the town.
Fortunately, the middle-aged man did not do so. He scolded, "Jiao Peng, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll send you back directly!"
"I've killed it before. I bathed in the blood of the spirit of worship back then and it had remarkable effects."
"Shut up!" The middle-aged man's eyes shone brightly, like two flashes of lightning. He glared at him and said, "Don't touch the spirit of worship of stone and mountain. Otherwise, maybe a mountain god will be provoked."
"It's so boring. We can't go to the deep mountains to search for mountain treasures, nor can we catch the spirit of worship. Why did we come to this barren land?" Jiao Peng muttered.
"Kid, you have quite the boldness." Laughter came from afar.
Outside the town, in the primeval forest, a very thick and long animal bone, about six or seven meters long, of an unknown fierce creature, emitted a 莹 white glow. Runes flashed densely. It was one foot above the ground and rushed over quickly.
There were several figures standing on it. The leader was an old man wearing a feather coat and a golden crown. A wisp of purple qi emanated from his body, shrouding him in a hazy manner, with an indescribable dignity.
Beside him, there was a young man in his twenties, very heroic, and two teenage girls, as beautiful as if they had walked out of a painting. There were also two very young boys with big and smart eyes.
When they reached the front, several people stepped down from the animal bone. With a flash of light, the six or seven-meter-long huge bone quickly shrank and turned into the size of a palm, warm and lustrous, and fell into the old man's hand.
Obviously, this was an extremely precious treasure that could fly close to the ground and shrink distances.
"It turns out to be the elder of the Purple Mountain Tribe. Nice to meet you!" The middle-aged man riding the flood dragon said.
The old man was the uncle of the Purple Mountain Marquis. He smiled and said, "The Luofu Great Marsh is truly remarkable. Such a little fellow has emerged. He's not even six years old yet, but he's so powerful. He will surely be famous in this land in ten years!"
"If you praise him any more, his tail will stick up." The middle-aged man from Luofu Great Marsh shook his head and said.
"Grandpa of the Purple Mountain Tribe, let me have a fight with your grandchildren. How about it?" Jiao Peng, who was five or six years old, said. His eyes shone brightly as he looked at the two children opposite him with a challenging expression.
One of the children's eyes suddenly showed purple light. Like a lurking lion, his aura suddenly became powerful!
Obviously, the two tribes were not as harmonious as the adults showed. Otherwise, there would not be such hostility among the children. They wanted to fight as soon as they met.
"Interesting little fellow. Do you really want to have a duel? Well, let me add a prize. I have a can of very rare true blood of fierce beasts here. Whoever wins will get it." The old man smiled and then looked at the middle-aged man.
"Well, since it's like this, I can't not show my sincerity. I have a can of rare true blood of 异种 fierce birds here." The middle-aged man from Luofu Great Marsh said.
"Hey, a duel? My Lei Tribe loves this. How can we be absent from such a thing?" Thunderous roars came from afar.
In the primeval forest, an ancient beast skin was shining with runes. It was three feet above the ground and several meters long. It exuded an ancient and desolate aura, as if a reborn ancient remnant species, making people tremble.
The beast skin carried several people, a young man in his twenties, an old servant, and several children ranging from five or six to over ten years old, both boys and girls.
Black lightning flashed on their bodies. Even from a distance, the roaring sounds could be heard, shaking the mountainous area vigorously.
"I also have precious blood as a bet here." The strong young man whispered to a tiger-headed little boy and a cute little girl beside him, "Ming Yuan, and Ya Ya, you two go up and suppress the two youngest sons that the Purple Mountain Marquis loves the most!"
With a flash of light, the beast skin turned into the size of a palm and landed in the young man's hand. They had already stood on the ground.
"All are geniuses. Who is the strongest? Our generation has fought for many years. Let the younger generation have a contest too." Someone in the town spoke and rushed over here.
"Of course, there must be bets. If it's not the blood of ancient remnant species, don't take it out!" Someone else spoke, which made everyone gasp in astonishment. The bets were too astonishing!
On this day, the Small Solitary Mountain Town was not peaceful. The original residents of the town were all trembling with fear. So many powerful people had come these days, making them very uneasy.
"Good. Let the children who are ten years old or younger have a competition to see who is the number one genius!"
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While the Small Solitary Mountain Town was gathering talents, a hundred miles away, Stone Village was peaceful and harmonious, filled with joy. The villagers were all very happy and delighted because a major event was about to happen.
Little Shi Hao completed his cultivation in just half a month. He integrated the bone inscriptions into his flesh and blood. His whole body was translucent and spotless. When using the precious technique, he no longer consumed his own energy but began to refine the creations of heaven and earth, drawing divine essence into his body, making him light and healthy, and full of spirit.
The village chief decided to use the body of the Golden Lion, the precious horn of the Fiery Bull Demon, and the arm of the Evil Ape to give him a bath. They would seal him along with the true blood and precious bones of the ancient remnant species in a cauldron for refinement.
And the other children would naturally not be left behind. The Golden Lion was so huge that the essence blood was abundant enough. All the children would 迎来 a rare great fortune.
The village chief had a serious expression and asked, "Child, are you ready? The bath should be done when you are five years old. Now it's earlier. I'm afraid you are too young to withstand it."
"Village Chief Grandpa, I'm not afraid. I'm sure I can hold on till the end."
"Well then, I'll ask someone to carry the Golden Lion, the Fiery Horn, and the Evil Ape King's Arm. Let's do it today!" Shi Yunfeng made a solemn decision.
"Village Chief Grandpa, will my strength improve if the bath is successful?" Little Shi Hao blinked his big eyes and asked curiously.
"There will be a surprise. You won't be weaker than the geniuses in those major tribes. If you really confront them, even though you are young, I think you will have an extraordinary performance." The old village chief said seriously.
Although he watched Little Shi Hao grow up, he was shocked again and again. The little guy's performance was extremely astonishing, making people suspect that he was a young cub of a human-shaped ancient fierce beast. (To be continued)