Chapter 87

Xiao Budian's eyes gleamed, his heart burning with intense passion, and he rushed forward, disregarding his severe injuries.

On the hillside, the golden bone scissors glowed with a hazy, precious light, mysterious and powerful, lying amidst the scattered rocks, exuding a force that made one's heart race.

"Truly a terrifying treasure!" Xiao Budian rejoiced, picking up the bone scissors and examining them closely in his hands.

When reduced in size, they were only as big as a palm, entirely golden, dazzling and striking, undoubtedly a rare treasure of immeasurable value.

They were heavy in his hands, far surpassing any metal. Composed of two bone pieces from the upper and lower jaw, they were hard to distinguish without close inspection. After polishing and nurturing, they were crystal clear and lustrous, having undergone a significant transformation.

In fact, they were exquisitely beautiful, as if forged by the greatest master with a lifetime of dedication. Two coiled dragons were intricately carved, vivid and lifelike, making it a legendary masterpiece.

The bone scissors did not appear sharp, and even felt smooth to the touch, but in battle, they were terrifyingly powerful, capable of easily slicing through mountains.

There were some patterns on the golden bone pieces, blurry and ancient, depicting the coiled dragons, which were fearsome ancient beasts. However, these were not runes but merely beautiful decorative patterns.

"Indeed, the scenes of numerous tribes being destroyed were emitted by it." Xiao Budian slightly activated the bone scissors and saw the gruesome scenes of carnage again, realizing the astonishing origin of the bone scissors.

Without a doubt, this was a formidable weapon. Otherwise, how could it have caused such a great massacre? In battle, once this scissors was used, nothing could withstand it.

Xiao Budian tested it once, and the treasure scissors flew out with a hum, directly severing a low stone ridge, leaving him dumbfounded by its immense power.

However, there was one drawback: this single strike consumed a great deal of his vital energy, leaving his body weak and trembling.

"The consumption is too great; it cannot be used lightly," Xiao Budian muttered to himself.

No wonder the spirit guardian struggled so much when using this treasure, trembling after a few uses, and eventually triggering a latent illness, causing his body to completely disintegrate.

"I am not a pangolin, and this bone is not of my kind. I don't need to think about how to revive the golden bone. I'll just treat it as a rare treasure, which won't harm me."

Xiao Budian's big eyes sparkled, and he couldn't take his hands off the treasure scissors. For him, the lustrous golden bone weapon posed no threat and could even protect him.

With a whoosh, the bone scissors transformed into a golden light, entering a "volcano crater." The "lava" surged, and it floated up and down, being nourished by the essence of heaven and earth, and Xiao Budian stored it away.

The mist dissipated, and the hillside returned to tranquility. A full moon hung in the sky, and the area was pockmarked and desolate, with all the trees destroyed.

In the distance, groans could be heard, as if in great pain. Xiao Budian and the spirit guardian had battled for a long time, nearly leveling the hillside, inevitably affecting a group of bandits.

Especially the pangolin, with its massive size, each charge or use of the treasure caused rocks to fly, injuring many people. At least two or thirty bandits were accidentally killed.

When the clouds and mist cleared, and the battlefield became clear, the bandits stood up from behind the boulders, watching in shock, their bodies turning cold. Everyone was stunned.

The spirit guardian had been defeated and died on the hillside!

For them, this was like the shattering of a myth, a tremendous shock. The spirit guardian was like a god to them, invincible, yet now he had been slain by a child.

"You... killed the spirit guardian, you must be the reincarnation of an ancient fierce beast!" the group shouted, their faces pale with fear.

Their faces were ashen, and their bodies trembled. Without the spirit guardian, how could they survive in the vast wilderness? They were doomed.

Everyone believed the spirit guardian was invincible and expected the child to be devoured, never imagining this unbelievable outcome.

"You... what do you want? Are you going to kill us?" a bandit trembled, their usual ruthlessness replaced by fear.

"Did you kill the part of our group you sent out?" they asked, their hearts chilled. A child had killed thirty or forty of them, then found them here, defeated the spirit guardian, and now intended to wipe them out. The thought was terrifying.

At that moment, Xiao Budian was like a demon to them.

"I didn't kill those people, and I don't plan to behead you one by one," Xiao Budian said calmly.

"Ah..." the group exclaimed, then rejoiced. Survival was more important than anything.

"Are those thirty or forty people still alive?" the leader asked, his expression strange.

"No, they were devoured by beasts," Xiao Budian replied.

"You..." the group's faces changed, immediately understanding. This was a child who couldn't bear the sight of so much blood and didn't want to kill them himself but wouldn't let them go.

"Grandpa said that being too lenient with evil people is like allowing them to continue causing harm, leading to more deaths," Xiao Budian murmured, lifting his wrist.

A string of crystal-clear animal teeth appeared, each one translucent and white as jade. This was his first treasure, belonging to the spirit guardian of Lang Village.

"Chi," "Chi"...

The sound of breaking air echoed as forty-two luminous beads flew out, white as jade, heading towards the group. With a series of "puffs," blood splattered, and many bandits were incapacitated, their vital energy drained.

"Ah, no!"

"You..."

They were shocked, angry, and afraid. Losing their fighting ability in the vast wilderness was like being pushed into hell. How could they face the beasts?

The leader tried to escape but was targeted by Xiao Budian. The white animal tooth string flew up, wrapping around him and crushing his runes.

"Heaven, no!"

But it was too late. In a moment, dozens of people fell to the ground, gasping for breath, filled with fear.

Xiao Budian had defeated many people since entering the mountains but hadn't delivered the final blow, leaving them alive to be "purified" by the vast wilderness.

"I want to know where you came from and who you serve," Xiao Budian began interrogating, wanting to know which terrifying force the bandits belonged to.

Initially, the bandits were uncooperative, but eventually, they confessed everything.

"Xiao Xi Tian..." Xiao Budian muttered. The bandits revealed this name, but their knowledge was limited. They were just following orders, searching for the Supreme Divine Treasure. It was said that they had a lead and now needed to collect black gold to break ancient rune arrays in the future.

The bandits were not a single group, but the only one with such a powerful spirit guardian was them. The pangolin came from Xiao Xi Tian!

After resolving everything, Xiao Budian's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he sat down, eventually lying on the ground.

He was physically and mentally exhausted, with several bloody wounds, his spine nearly broken, and his body covered in blood and injuries. He had been severely wounded in the battle and had been pushing himself to the limit.

With the spirit guardian dead and the bandits incapacitated, Xiao Budian completely relaxed, lying there, unwilling to move or get up.

Rune patterns flickered, automatically healing his wounds. He groaned in pain; this battle had been extremely dangerous, and he had almost lost his life.

He had battled the spirit guardian for hundreds of rounds, relying on his strong will and a single breath to sustain him. Now, he could finally relax. The bleeding had stopped, and his body was regenerating, rebuilding his strength.

"Zhi zhi..."

The fur ball appeared, pointing to the distance, indicating that it had controlled the bandits' mounts.

It saw that Xiao Budian was severely injured, scratching its head and ears, and let out a mournful cry, as if saying, "Do you want me to bleed again? What bad luck."

"Don't pretend to cry. I didn't say I wanted you to use your treasure blood to save me," Xiao Budian said, wrinkling his nose, and took out a jade jar, pouring out a fragrant treasure pill.

The fur ball immediately cried out, furious and jumping around, gesturing with its little paws.

"Alright, stop crying. I admit it was made with your golden blood, but it's just the leftover from before," Xiao Budian explained, feeling guilty.

With a gulp, he swallowed the treasure pill. Instantly, his body was filled with vital energy, the pill dissolving and rapidly healing his wounds, with miraculous effects.

The fur ball, being extremely precious, darted over, snatched the jade jar, and poured it into its mouth, trying to swallow it. Finding it empty, it threw it far away, furious.

"Fur ball, this was made with your blood and some old herbs. Do you want to eat it too? Otherwise... when we return, we can refine another batch?" Xiao Budian asked in a negotiating tone.

"Zhi zhi..." The fur ball clenched its golden fist and gave him a big white eye, refusing to agree.

"Let's go!"

Half an hour later, Xiao Budian stood up, once again full of energy. Three "volcano craters" appeared, with "lava" flowing into his body, rejuvenating him.

Many of the bandits' mounts had been killed by the rocks, leaving about thirty or forty. They were perfect for transporting the spirit guardian's massive, fragmented body, which was a treasure and couldn't be left behind.

"Fur ball, you handle these bandits," Xiao Budian instructed.

The fur ball let out a loud cry towards the distant forest, and several giant beasts, which had been waiting, rushed towards the broken hillside.

In the end, all the bandits were eliminated, not a single one left.

After walking a few miles, Xiao Budian encountered the old village chief, who had rushed over, his face filled with worry and urgency.

Xiao Budian felt warm inside. The village chief was worried and had come to find him.

"Grandpa, I'm here."

"Child, you... are safe, that's great!" The old village chief was very moved. When he saw the dozens of beasts carrying the fragmented golden body of the pangolin, he was speechless.

"Killed... the spirit guardian?!"

"Killed!" Xiao Budian nodded.

"Ha ha ha..." The old village chief laughed, tears almost streaming down his face, overjoyed and gratified, feeling that the child had grown up and could soar in the sky.

They hurried back together. After walking for several miles, they encountered a large group of people, including Shilin Hu, Shifei Jiao, and other adult men, their eyes red, ready to fight.

"What, you killed the massive spirit guardian!?" The group was stunned, then burst into laughter.

All the tension and worry vanished. They returned to the village with their spoils. The village was quiet, with everyone else having been evacuated.

"Hurry, go and find everyone, bring them back tonight."

Such a great event couldn't wait until morning. They wanted all the villagers to know, to ease their anxiety and worry.

"Grandpa, I'm going to sleep." Xiao Budian slept deeply and woke up the next evening.

The village was filled with the aroma of meat, laughter, and joy. Everyone had returned, their faces beaming with happiness.

The aunts and grandmothers were all smiling, preparing the spirit guardian's flesh. The meat in the pots emitted a faint glow, rich in vital energy, almost frightening.

The children ran around, shouting excitedly, about to feast on the spirit guardian's flesh, something they had never dared to imagine.

"Xiao Budian, you're so amazing, you actually killed the spirit guardian." The children gathered around Xiao Budian, all excited and thrilled.

"Big brother, you're so awesome. Teach me in the future," Qingfeng said, his eyes shining with admiration.

The adult men were even more enthusiastic, rushing to process the spirit guardian's flesh, which was a treasure of immeasurable value.

Only a small portion of the meat was cooked or roasted; more of it was to be refined with old herbs for better effects, benefiting the entire village and significantly improving their physical strength.

The elders had been busy all day, personally handling the most precious blood and tendons.

Hunting a golden pangolin was like finding a treasure for the village. If used well, it could have a tremendous impact.

That night, the villagers were overjoyed, gathered around the bonfires, laughing and eating the fragrant spirit guardian's meat.