Grass Script Sword Art!
Lin Fan's heart pounded, his awe overwhelming as he stared at the silver page. In his mind's eye, he saw a single blade of grass with nine leaves, each leaf a sword capable of slicing through sun, moon, and stars.
It's too powerful, he thought, his excitement uncontainable. If I could forge an unrivaled divine sword with this, who in the world could stand against it?
This was no ordinary technique—it was a complete treasure technique of the Archaic Vicious Ten, its might far surpassing the incomplete divine abilities of the True Dragon or True Phoenix. It was enough to drive countless cultivators to madness, fighting to the death for it.
Coupled with the Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Skill in his possession, its emergence could stir even the sect masters of the Upper Realm into action, sparking bloody conflicts. As one of the most formidable heavenly skills and treasure techniques of antiquity, its power was undeniable, capable of shaking gods and subduing spirits when unleashed.
"Xiao Nai Hao, don't tell anyone about the Mountain Treasure—not even your Yue Chan Jie," Lin Fan cautioned.
Human nature was unpredictable. If word leaked out, it could bring catastrophic consequences, far worse than imagined. Even Lin Fan, without sufficient strength to protect himself, would never recklessly wield such a divine ability.
"I understand, Xiao Fan Ge," Xiao Budian nodded firmly, grasping the gravity and risks involved.
"Good boy. When you grow up and ascend to the Upper Realm, join the Supreme Lineage, and these treasure techniques will be yours to learn," Lin Fan said, ruffling his cheeks with a grin, dangling a tantalizing promise.
With their prize secured, the two had no reason to linger. They mounted the Green Scaled Eagle and soared back to Stone Village.
Whoosh…
The wind roared as they landed at the village entrance, instantly swarmed by a crowd.
"Xiao Fan Ge, Xiao Budian, did you find the Mountain Treasure?" a scruffy child asked, about Xiao Budian's age, with two streams of snot running down his face.
"Nope," Xiao Budian replied quickly, shaking his head.
"Hey, a golden monkey! Its fur looks like it's made of gold!" someone exclaimed, spotting Mao Qiu perched on Xiao Budian's shoulder.
The round, fist-sized creature drew everyone's attention. Villagers couldn't resist teasing the peculiar being, soon discovering its insatiable appetite. It devoured the food they offered in moments, astonishing for a creature so small, as if it could swallow a mountain's worth of provisions.
"Remarkable! That's a Zhu Yan, a legendary beast from ancient times. Its appearance heralds chaos in a region," Shi Yunfeng, the village chief, declared, explaining its significance.
The villagers' hearts raced, their eyes widening in shock.
Lin Fan and Xiao Budian clarified that Mao Qiu was found in battlefield ruins, gravely injured and no longer the fearsome creature of old, posing no threat.
"Good thing, or it'd be terrifying!" the crowd sighed in relief.
Soon, the group dispersed, leaving the village entrance quiet. Only Lin Fan and Yue Chan remained, facing each other.
"Xi'er, why do you keep staring at me? I know your husband is dashing, charming, and beloved by all… but you're making me blush," Lin Fan teased, puffing himself up with exaggerated swagger.
Yue Chan felt dizzy. This guy's shamelessness knows no bounds! She huffed, "Pah! Stop flattering yourself, you little brat who hasn't even grown his first hair!"
Lin Fan's face fell, embarrassment creeping in. He wanted to retort but couldn't—her jab hit the mark. At his age, he had no way to prove otherwise.
Meow meow…
This infuriating girl! One day, I'll show her! he swore silently. This is about a man's pride!
He'd never been so humiliated, not since that wretched Ye Qingxian had mocked him similarly.
Yue Chan, sensing his odd, resentful glare, realized her mistake. Her cheeks flushed as awkward images flashed through her mind. "Wait, that's not what I meant! I meant you're young, just a tiny bean sprout, not fully grown…" she stammered, her face glowing like a divine lotus in bloom.
But the more she explained, the darker Lin Fan's expression grew, his face resembling a blackened pot. Tiny? Bean sprout?
The shame was unbearable, wounding his young heart deeply.
Finally, he snapped. "Shut up! You think your figure's so great? Little tangerines!" he shot back, storming off in a huff. Just wait a few years—I'll make her regret this, no matter how she begs!
"Pah, pah, pah! That's not what I meant, saying you're small…" Yue Chan called after him, desperate to clarify, but her words only dug the hole deeper.
"Get lost, you infuriating woman!" Lin Fan fled, unleashing a high-speed divine ability, Shrinking Earth to Inches, covering hundreds of zhang in a single step, vanishing into the depths of the wilderness.
Roar…
Soon, beastly roars echoed through the dense jungle, rising and falling, audible even thousands of li away, laced with agonized cries.
"What's wrong with Xiao Fan Ge? He's fighting the beast kings of the wilderness!" Xiao Budian wondered, puzzled. He was splashing in the river with his friends, catching fish and reveling in the fun.
On the shore, Mao Qiu had started a fire, its tiny body hoisting a fish dozens of times its size to roast. The savory aroma made the children swallow hard.
At the village entrance, Yue Chan stood alone, lost in thought, muttering, "Was that really necessary?"
An older woman who'd witnessed the exchange approached, her tone earnest. "Young lady, that was wrong of you. Even if you're dissatisfied with your man, you shouldn't say it outright. It hurts their feelings."
Yue Chan blinked, her fair forehead creasing with exasperation. No amount of explanation could clear this misunderstanding now.
"Wait, I had something to ask that guy…" she suddenly recalled, but the conversation had veered so far off course.
He did that on purpose!
The night sky glittered with stars, moonlight cascading like water, bathing Stone Village in silver glow.
It was a lively evening, filled with laughter and chatter. Bonfires danced as men, women, and children joined in song and dance, gathered to share a feast.
The main course was a formidable legacy beast hunted by Lin Fan that day—a Blazing Bull Demon, its body wreathed in crimson flames, its hide blood-red. Its meat was delectable, brimming with potent essence, more nourishing than many spiritual herbs. Some children, after just a few bites, were so energized they ran laps around the village, causing a ruckus.
"You little rascals, I told you not to eat so much!" an uncle chided, chuckling.
Of course, the village had its share of big eaters. Besides Lin Fan, Yue Chan, and Xiao Budian, Mao Qiu joined their ranks. Fortunately, the beast was massive, the size of a small hill, and with side dishes aplenty, no one went hungry.
The festivities stretched into the late night before winding down.
Instead of retiring to his room like the others, Lin Fan lingered at the village entrance beneath the willow tree, hesitating.
He opened his mouth several times but faltered, unsure how to seek guidance. The village chief had said Liu Shen rarely spoke, her words sparse and direct, never indulging in idle talk—a lofty, aloof presence.
She ignored even the village's rituals and offerings, interacting only with Xiao Budian.
This made Lin Fan nervous, uncertain if the great being would deign to acknowledge him.
After a full quarter-hour, he mustered his courage to speak, but a divine thought reached him first: "What is your purpose?"
"Liu Shen?!" Lin Fan looked up, startled.
The willow tree at the village entrance stirred, radiating a soft, luminous glow. Its green branches shimmered, swaying gently, exuding a sacred, otherworldly aura.
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