62: Chapter 62 Who Dares to Touch My Candied Hawthorns?

The Xuantian Strength-Testing Stele had fallen.

With a loud crash, it shattered into two pieces.

Amidst the dust, the little milk baby tilted his small head, looking at his chubby hands.

He seemed to be wondering why this large stone was so fragile.

All around him.

The Prodigies who had just been laughing moments ago now wore expressions of extreme ugliness.

Shock, fear, and disbelief.

They were all stunned.

That was the Xuantian Strength-Testing Stele.

A divine object rumored to be able to withstand a strike from a Saint.

And it was just shattered by a three-and-a-half-year-old baby with a light slap?

Had the world gone mad?

Or had I gone mad?

The middle-aged deacon in charge of the test turned pale, unable to stand steadily, almost kneeling on the spot.

He looked tremblingly at the broken stele, then at the unscathed Li Changsheng, a chill running down the back of his neck.

Is he here to compete?

He is here to tear the place down.

"He... does he count as having passed?"

After a long while, someone asked in a low voice.

The middle-aged deacon shuddered, startled.

He scrambled over to Li Changsheng, forcing an ugly smile onto his face, bending his waist all the way to the ground.

"Passed! Passed! The Young Master has unparalleled talent, unique throughout the ages! Of course he passed!"

Are you kidding? Does that even need to be asked?

Forget about passing the test; if this little ancestor said he wanted to be a judge for the Heavenly Pride Battle now, I bet no one would dare say a word.

"Someone, hurry! Invite—no, respectfully welcome the Young Master to stay in the Number One Heaven-Rank Immortal Cave!"

The middle-aged deacon shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

The Number One Heaven-Rank Immortal Cave.

The place with the highest specifications and the densest Spiritual Qi in Tianjiao City, a place only the champion of each Heavenly Pride Battle was qualified to occupy.

The competition hasn't even started yet, and they're arranging it already?

But upon reflection, it felt reasonable.

For a powerhouse who could shatter the strength-testing stele with one slap, who would dare have an opinion about giving him the Number One Heaven-Rank Immortal Cave?

Who would be qualified to have an opinion?

The crowd looked at him with awe and fear.

The old servant, Li Fu, calmly picked up Li Changsheng.

The deacon bowed and scraped, leading the way towards the center of the divine city.

Along the way, all Cultivators stopped from afar.

Bowing in salutation.

Not daring to even raise their heads.

Li Changsheng lay on Li Fu's shoulder, curiously examining his surroundings, still holding half a piece of tanghulu in his hand.

He licked it from time to time, making satisfied smacking sounds.

These sounds were exceptionally clear on the quiet street.

And it made everyone who heard it jump.

Could what this little Young Master is eating be some supreme medicinal herb?

The Number One Heaven-Rank Immortal Cave, true to its name.

It was situated at the very center of the divine city's Spiritual Vein.

To call it an Immortal Cave is an understatement; it was actually a small palace floating above the clouds, wreathed in mist and shimmering with rosy light.

Spiritual Qi so dense it had liquefied flowed around the palace, and there were even koi fish formed from Spiritual Qi swimming inside.

"Young Master, this is your residence. Are you satisfied with it? If you have any needs, just order this humble one at any time."

The middle-aged deacon wore a fawning expression.

Li Fu nodded and prepared to enter with Li Changsheng.

An ill-timed voice drifted over, carrying frivolity and arrogance.

"Wait a moment."

The crowd looked over.

Not far away, a group of over a dozen people was approaching.

The youth at the head was dressed in a golden dragon-patterned brocade robe; he had a handsome face and an arrogant expression.

He released his aura without reservation, clearly a powerhouse at the eighth level of the Marquis Realm.

"The head True Disciple of the Nine Suns Holy Land, Ao Xuan!"

Someone exclaimed in a low voice.

The Nine Suns Holy Land was one of the top forces in the Eastern Wasteland, with numerous experts.

Ao Xuan was a leader of the younger generation, hailed as the Genius most likely to break through to the Venerable Realm within a century.

The people behind him also possessed extraordinary auras.

They surrounded Ao Xuan as they walked to the entrance of the Immortal Cave, directly blocking Li Fu's path.

Ao Xuan glanced at the deacon with contempt, his gaze falling on Li Changsheng in Li Fu's arms.

His eyes carried a hint of mockery.

"I was wondering who had such a grand display, being able to move directly into the Number One Heaven-Rank Immortal Cave. Turns out it's just a nursing baby."

His voice wasn't loud, but it spread throughout the surroundings.

"A three-and-a-half-year-old baby, even if he started Cultivating in the womb, what kind of ability could he have? Shattering the strength-testing stele? Heh, who knows if he used some secret treasure or some shameful underhanded method."

The people behind him immediately chimed in.

"Exactly! Senior Brother Ao Xuan, you are a True Disciple of the Nine Suns Holy Land, a true favored son of heaven. This Number One Heaven-Rank Immortal Cave should be occupied by you!"

"A little brat, hogging the spot without doing anything; if you're smart, get out quickly!"

The middle-aged deacon turned pale, standing to the side sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to interrupt.

On one side was the mysterious "Three-Year-Old Great Demon King", and on the other was the Nine Suns Saint, famous throughout the Eastern Wasteland.

He couldn't afford to offend either side.

The old servant, Li Fu, looked calm, as if he hadn't heard these provocations, and just said coldly: "A good dog doesn't block the path. Move aside."

"Old thing, what did you say?"

Ao Xuan's face darkened, and a powerful pressure bore down on Li Fu.

"A slave who doesn't know life from death, daring to act presumptuously before this Young Master? It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

His gaze finally settled on the tanghulu in Li Changsheng's hand.

Beneath the crystal-clear sugar coating, the red fruit emitted a faint, elusive fragrance.

Just smelling it made one's spirit soar.

Ao Xuan's eyes moved.

Intuition told him this was no ordinary item.

Why should a nursing baby deserve to enjoy such a treasure?

Greed immediately arose in him.

"Little brat, this kind of good thing isn't for you to eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved, attacking directly.

He didn't attack Li Fu or Li Changsheng, but instead reached out like lightning, slapping towards the skewer of tanghulu.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

Li Changsheng's tanghulu was directly knocked away, tracing an arc in the air.

"Plop."

It fell to the ground, covered in dirt.

This tanghulu, refined from a ten-thousand-year-old vermilion fruit, capable of bringing the dead back to life and regrowing flesh and bone, was just treated like trash and slapped to the ground.

The surroundings were silent.

Li Changsheng stared blankly at his empty little hand.

He looked again at the tanghulu on the ground, covered in dust.

His large, dark eyes quickly filled with tears.

His little mouth suddenly puckered.

Golden teardrops were already swirling in his eye sockets.

As soon as he felt aggrieved, the atmosphere all around instantly stagnated.

Li Fu, who had been like a wooden statue, lowered his head.

No one saw his expression.

But a terrifying aura, with him as the center, exploded outwards.

This aura was cold and dead, carrying an intent of destruction.

Ao Xuan, who was at the very front, had his smile freeze.

He felt his hair stand on end instantly.

He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, terrified to the extreme.

He wanted to retreat, to run, to beg for mercy.

But he could do nothing.

He and the dozen or so followers behind him were suppressed by an invisible force, unable to move.

Their bodies bent uncontrollably, their kneecaps making "creak, creak" sounds.

"Thump!"

A synchronized, dull thud.

The arrogant True Disciple of the Nine Suns Holy Land, Ao Xuan, along with all his subordinates, knelt on the ground in unison.

Their faces were pressed tightly against the cold ground, their features twisted under the immense pressure, fear written all over their faces.

Li Fu slowly raised his head.

Those old eyes instantly turned blood-red.

His voice was cold, making everyone's heart tremble.

"Who gave you the gall?"

"To touch my little ancestor's tanghulu?"