Chapter 37

A group of people were petrified, unable to speak, as this was truly shocking.

"Ah..."

Jiaopeng's arm trembled, feeling as if he had collided with a hao, a pain like a broken bone. He never expected that a child with milk stains on his lips could almost knock him down.

Everyone was stunned. Was this really just a desolate village? It was most likely an ancient hidden family!

Many people were intimidated. If it was true, that would be very frightening. Hidden families lived deep in the mountains and wilderness, with a small population, but each one was a terrifying powerhouse.

The two girls, like fairies, stepped forward, their eyes sparkling, their oval faces smiling, their foreheads radiant. One of the girls asked, "Little brother, how old are you?"

"Almost four years old." The little one's big eyes were clear and bright, responding seriously while quickly wiping the milk stains from his lips, still trying to cover up.

What, a child just over three years old, not even four? This was too astonishing, making everyone lose their composure, a chorus of gasps filling the air.

Jiaopeng's eyes emitted a wild beast-like light, his expression extremely unfriendly, wishing he could immediately use the clan's strongest treasure technique to press the little one into the ground.

"Again!" He did not use the Jiao clan's treasure technique, but instead used his physical strength, charging forward wildly. The wind from his punches made nearby trees sway violently, and all the leaves fell.

Like a large fierce beast moving through the mountains, Jiaopeng created a strong wind, his momentum astonishing as he pounced on the little one!

"Big brother, why are you bullying me?" The little one was puzzled, his large eyes clear and innocent, staring at Jiaopeng, and then extended his arm to push forward.

"Boom!"

This time, everyone saw clearly. This adorable child used pure physical strength, without any secret power from a treasure technique, pushing forward with such force that it was astonishing. With a loud rumble, Jiaopeng was shaken back.

The genius from Luofu Marsh kept retreating, his footsteps causing cracks in the ground. His arm was spasming, and the intense pain made him groan.

"Too strong!" Jiaopeng gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with disbelief. This was really embarrassing, being subdued by a child still drinking milk, his face burning.

"Ha ha..." Lei Mingyuan, who was over six years old, laughed with glee, leaning back and forth.

But apart from him, no one else had a trace of a smile. If Jiaopeng was a genius, then what was this child who hadn't even weaned?

"This child has astonishing potential. If he were to join the great battlefield of the various races, he might really..." someone whispered.

A group of children were stunned, staring at the little one nonstop. They, as geniuses, were destined to face that terrifying battlefield someday.

"Cough..." Zishan Hou's uncle, Zishan Shou, coughed. He was of high seniority and had immense power, but at this moment, he looked kind and gentle, and said, "Child, what is the name of this village?"

"Shicun." The little one replied in a clear voice.

"Can we go in and rest for a while, and have some water?" Zishan Shou asked kindly.

At this moment, Jiaopeng was held back by the middle-aged man from Luofu Marsh, preventing him from acting rashly. The other powerful figures from various clans also stepped forward, wanting to investigate this strange village.

"So cute." The two fairy-like girls had already stood with the little one, fondling his face.

"Big sisters, what are you doing?" Xiaoshi Hao dodged.

"Can you take us into the village to take a look?" the two girls asked.

"What's wrong with the little one?" An adult from the village appeared, walking towards the mountain forest.

In the end, the powerful figures from the Zishan clan, Luofu Marsh, and other major forces entered Shicun, looking around, especially focusing on the old willow tree.

However, the scorched willow wood showed no signs of movement, even when someone secretly transmitted thoughts, it did not respond.

Walking into the village, these powerful figures were puzzled. The stone houses and green stone streets looked ordinary, with nothing particularly special, not much different from a typical desolate village.

"Hey, these cauldrons are very ancient, likely having experienced a long time, with a long history." Zishan Shou, from the territory of a king, being the uncle of a king, naturally had broad knowledge.

The few cauldrons in the village were ancient, engraved with birds, beasts, fish, and insects, simple and natural, attracting much attention.

"These cauldrons seem extraordinary. What do you use them for in your daily life?" the middle-aged man Jiaocang from Luofu Marsh asked.

"Oh, these are for training strength." Er Meng replied, lifting a thousand-pound bronze cauldron and raising it over his head as he spoke.

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. An eight or nine-year-old child easily lifting a thousand-pound bronze cauldron was not a big deal in a major clan, but in a small village, it was quite impressive.

Moreover, it seemed that these children were all not simple.

These powerful figures suspected again, was this really a hidden family? Very mysterious!

Er Meng could almost lift a thousand-pound bronze cauldron originally, and after being washed by the real blood of a Suanni, his strength increased significantly, making this task much easier.

But these powerful figures did not know that each child was not like this. In their clans, geniuses were few, not everyone was like Jiaopeng or Zishan Kun.

Most children were far inferior to Er Meng. At eight or nine years old, having such strength was quite outstanding.

"Uncle, are you keeping that flying Jiao for eating or to extract its real blood?" Er Meng asked naively.

"You little fool, what do you know? Don't talk nonsense!" Er Meng's father slapped him on the head, saying, "Such fierce Jiaos are rare, definitely just tamed. They should be taken back and raised to produce more Jiaos, to be eaten or to extract real blood, for the long term."

The people from Luofu Marsh were frustrated. They thought this rough man would say something profound, but it turned out to be such crude words. Were the people in this village all crazy?

This was not a tree pig or a mud ox, not food, but a truly super powerful fierce beast, extremely terrifying. Who would waste it?

Everyone's eyes were bright, staring at Er Meng's father, wanting to see clearly, but found no signs of rune power. Was he hiding his strength?

"These cauldrons are so full of fierce energy, they must have been recently stained with the blood of an ancient legacy species, right?"

Lei Hou's fourth son, a young man in his twenties named Lei Yunkun, stood tall and robust, with black lightning in his eyes, standing in front of the cauldrons, looking surprised.

A group of people followed, closing their eyes to sense carefully, then all opened their eyes in shock. It was definitely a terrifying beast king that had bled here!

"Did you really refine an ancient legacy species?" Jiaopeng, who had been humiliated and was very angry, could not help but speak up.

"Scared, aren't you?" Nitiesi, who was younger, was very dissatisfied with Jiaopeng. Hearing this, he spoke childishly.

"What kind of fierce beast?" the genius Zishan Kun asked, showing a strange expression.

"A Suanni, super powerful." Nitiesi said casually.

"You little fool!" his father scolded, but it was too late, the words were already out.

Nitiesi then remembered the clan's warning, not to talk about the ancient legacy species, or there might be trouble. He said softly, "I forgot, the clan leader said to be low-key."

However, to the ears of a group of powerful figures, these words were deeply meaningful. This was absolutely a terrifying hidden family, being low-key and not wanting to show off.

Otherwise, who would eat a Suanni for no reason? This kind of creature, even with slightly purer blood, was extremely fierce, let alone an ancient legacy species, which would put immense pressure on a major clan, making them very wary.

"Are you sure you ate a Suanni?" Jiaopeng opened his eyes wide, no longer arrogant, showing the surprise and curiosity of a child.

After all, Luofu Marsh generally did not dare to rashly move such a powerful legacy species. Although he had bathed in similar blood, it did not mean he could often eat such meat.

Because, in major clans, the rarer the ancient legacy species, the more meticulously they were handled. Every inch of flesh and even bones would be refined into medicine, not eaten directly like this.

A group of powerful figures were completely speechless. How much strength and resources did they need to dare to eat the body of a precious Suanni?

At this moment, although the powerful figures came from major clans and had broad knowledge, they were suspicious of every detail, already convinced that this was a terrifying hidden family, very difficult to provoke!

"Where is your clan leader? The old man wants to meet him." Zishan Shou, dressed in a feather robe, wearing a golden crown, with purple aura swirling around him, had a powerful aura but was always restrained, not acting too casually.

"The clan leader is in seclusion and won't come out for a while." Er Meng said truthfully.

"Little fool, you talk too much!" His father extended his large hand and slapped him again.

Er Meng felt wronged. Wasn't this the truth? There was no warning not to say it. The clan leader, after drinking the precious blood of the Suanni, felt that his internal illness had eased, so he focused on cultivation.

Zishan Shou, Jiaocang, and others exchanged glances, with a knowing expression, thinking this must be an extraordinary clan leader, the more powerful, the longer the seclusion.

Finally, a group of people looked at the old willow tree again. With such a mysterious village, this willow tree must be extraordinary too.

"Is this a sacrificial spirit? What should we call it?" Lei Yunkun asked carefully.

"Oh, just call it a sacrificial spirit, or the Willow God." Pihou replied. Children's words were the most genuine, making it easier for others to believe.

"What, the Willow God?!" A group of powerful figures almost jumped up, even Zishan Shou, with his immense power and authority, was startled.

The mysterious village, the terrifying title of the sacrificial spirit... This made everyone dumbfounded.

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