Little Rascal Showing Its Might

Little Rascal Showing Its Might . . .

In the hushed embrace of early morning, the Bai Clan lay still, its inhabitants engrossed in their rigorous cultivation routines. Within one of its serene courtyards, Qin Wentian sat perusing ancient scrolls, his focus unwavering.

Amid the tranquil ambiance, the soft cadence of approaching footsteps echoed. Mo Qingcheng, her demeanor as ethereal as the dawn, made her way to Qin Wentian's side. He greeted her with a tender smile, a gesture that summoned a faint blush to grace Mo Qingcheng's porcelain cheeks, her complexion as delicate as water, her beauty unparalleled.

"What has captured your attention?" Mo Qingcheng asked as she joined Qin Wentian, her gaze drawn to the ancient scroll in his hands.

"Formation arts," Qin Wentian replied. "Though I've achieved some proficiency in divine inscriptions, immortal formations remain an enigma. I must inscribe an immortal-ranked grand formation here in the Bai Clan, preparing for the worst."

Mo Qingcheng nodded understandingly. "Carry on. I won't disturb you."

She stood by his side in quiet companionship as he continued to study the intricate formations.

After a while, a diminutive, snow-white figure bounded over, landing in Mo Qingcheng's arms. Little Rascal, the mischievous creature, cast a pointed glance at Qin Wentian. "Now that you've reunited with Qingcheng, you've forgotten all about me, haven't you?"

Qin Wentian chuckled, "Are you a female?"

Little Rascal shook his head, an air of self-importance about him. "Well, I'm an ancient demonic beast king. Besides, I'm still a child. What do you expect?"

Qin Wentian couldn't help but playfully tap Little Rascal on the head. "Behave yourself. You're still in your infancy. What kind of thoughts are you harboring?"

With a hint of pride, Little Rascal retorted, "Well, I am an ancient demonic beast king, after all."

This declaration was met with amusement from Mo Qingcheng, who couldn't help but smile at the creature's antics.

"By the way," Little Rascal continued, "Why haven't we dealt with those immortals from the Star River Association? I've detected seven immortal foundation experts with my immortal sense. The three of us could easily overpower them."

Qin Wentian's expression turned solemn. "It's not that simple. The Star River Association, audacious as they are, likely have powerful allies in the immortal realms. When I returned, they inexplicably retreated, as if fearing me. They may be plotting something or awaiting reinforcements. If they choose to wait, then we'll wait with them."

A glint of determination shone in his eyes as he spoke.

Little Rascal mused aloud, "I wonder when the Battle Sword Sect will reach the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect. The Star River Association is far too arrogant, even daring to harm Qingcheng. I'll teach them a lesson."

Without waiting for Qin Wentian's response, Little Rascal transformed into a golden-winged roc and vanished into the sky with a gust of wind.

"Little Rascal..." Mo Qingcheng called out, her concern evident. Qin Wentian reassured her with a smile. "Don't worry. Little Rascal is incredibly clever. He won't bite off more than he can chew."

"But he's still so young," Mo Qingcheng murmured, her worry persistent.

"Have you ever seen him in a disadvantageous situation?" Qin Wentian asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Mo Qingcheng recalled the times Little Rascal had taken advantage of beautiful women and shot Qin Wentian a playful glare. "Didn't he learn that from you?"

Innocence graced Qin Wentian's expression as he replied, "I'm completely innocent."

Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but emit a playful "Hmph" as she cast a mischievous glance at her companion, her lips curving into a sly smile. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, like a conspirator in some delightful secret.

"Since, I'm already being thought of in this way," Mo Qingcheng continued, her voice dripping with teasing allure, "I might as well make it into a reality." In a swift and unexpected move, he whisked her into his strong arms, causing her heart to flutter with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. His hands, fueled by desire, began to explore her form with an undeniable suggestiveness, igniting a fiery passion that danced between them.

"Naughty egg, you dare…?" Mo Qingcheng playfully twisted her body away, her laughter ringing through the courtyard like the sweetest melody. It was a dance of desire and a game of seduction, and they both relished every moment of it.

…

In the heart of the Royal Sacred Region, the sprawling headquarters of the Star River Association stood as a testament to power and dominance. Towering structures reached for the heavens, casting shadows that seemed to touch the very stars themselves.

A multitude of onlookers gathered outside the Star River Association, their eyes fixed upon the grandeur before them. The association reigned supreme in this world, an unassailable force.

Yet, whispers traveled through the crowd like wildfire, carrying rumors of Qin Wentian's return. It was said that he had unleashed a wave of destruction in the Medicine Sovereign Valley, a force capable of slaying immortals. The prodigy who had ventured into the realms of immortality over a decade ago had come back, and his might eclipsed even the previous Sacred Emperor. But no matter his newfound strength, challenging the Star River Association seemed an insurmountable task.

Suddenly, a tremor rippled through the air, and a fearsome aura surged forth, causing everyone to crane their necks in awe. Above them, auspicious clouds billowed as a young saint beast soared through the heavens.

"Oh my god, is that a saint beast? A kirin!"

"How astounding! A genuine kirin! They say that when auspicious clouds gather, a saint beast descends. Could it be that this kirin is connected to the Star River Association?"

Eyes remained riveted on the kirin cub, hearts filled with admiration and wonder.

With a graceful movement, several figures shot out from within the Star River Association, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and ambition. The baby kirin exuded an aura of majesty despite its youth.

"To think that this realm could harbor a kirin," murmured the immortals of the Star River Association, their gazes consumed by greed. They understood the astronomical value of a saint beast kirin cub, destined to become a supreme Greater Demon when grown. The cub's worth dwarfed their combined wealth.

Unfazed by the commotion, the kirin cub continued its path, heading straight for the heart of the Star River Association. Its uncontainable curiosity led it to ransack heavenly nectar and rare medicinal pills, snatching up treasures with abandon.

"Let it have its way," one of the immortals advised, restraining their compatriots from intervening. Laughter echoed as the kirin cub discovered flasks of fine wine and, to everyone's amazement, indulged itself. The immortal brew flowed into the kirin's belly, leaving it swaying and drowsy.

"A kirin with a taste for spirits?" quipped one of the immortals, feigning disbelief. "There goes all my wine!" He lamented, his heart aching in mock despair.

"Cease your heartache," admonished a wise immortal, his voice carrying a comforting tone as he referred to the adorable kirin cub. The creature, having completed its foraging escapade, settled comfortably on the ground, basking in the caress of the warm sun. Several immortals approached with cautious curiosity, noting every nuance of the kirin cub's reaction.

Drawing nearer, they observed that the cub displayed no signs of reluctance, allowing their proximity without a hint of resistance. Gradually, they halted just a foot away from the enchanting creature and tentatively extended their hands to stroke its magnificent scales. The kirin cub's hide felt as unyielding as a suit of armor, emanating an awe-inspiring aura that left them in profound admiration. A saint beast was truly a saint beast, without question.

The kirin cub reveled in the newfound attention, playfully turning over its body, a gesture that prompted laughter and delighted chuckles from its newfound admirers. One of the immortals couldn't resist engaging in a bit of conversation with their newfound friend.

"Little kirin," he began, his voice gentle and inquisitive, "are your parents still among us in this world?"

In response, the kirin cub cast a knowing glance at the speaker, then nuzzled against his head affectionately. The man, overwhelmed by this unexpected show of affection, burst into contagious laughter, feeling an inexplicable bond with this extraordinary creature.

"Roar!" Suddenly, the kirin unleashed a playful roar, knocking the man off balance. He reacted instinctively, channeling his immortal power to protect himself. However, much to his surprise, the kirin simply brushed against him with gentleness, circling around him in a playful dance. The surrounding immortals joined in the mirth, witnessing the kirin cub's friendly disposition.

"Big Brother, it's toying with you," one of the immortals chimed in with amusement. The kirin cub promptly turned to him, knocking him down as well, its curiosity piqued. It repeated the same playful routine, leaving the group of immortals with beaming smiles. They withdrew their intimidating immortal might, content to enjoy the heartwarming interactions, while secretly plotting in their hearts how to claim the kirin cub for themselves. Sharing was not high on their agenda.

In a moment of unbridled enthusiasm, the kirin cub playfully toppled two immortal foundation experts once more, sending them tumbling to the ground with playful swats of its paws.

However, in the blink of an eye, the scene took a dark and unexpected turn. Razor-sharp claws extended from the kirin's paws, gleaming with a menacing golden light, as they tore through the flesh of the unfortunate immortals.

"ARGH! ARGH!" Twin screams of excruciating pain echoed through the space, reverberating with agony. The kirin cub's transformation was swift, as it morphed into a formidable and fearsome beast, radiating an overpowering aura. It was no longer a mere baby kirin cub.

"Big Brother!" The remaining immortals stood in stunned disbelief, shocked by the sudden turn of events, unable to react in time. The immortal foundations of the two unfortunate souls had already been obliterated.

"VILE BEAST!" they cried out, their eyes fixed on the kirin hovering above. But the kirin simply laughed, taunting them with mirth. "A bunch of simpletons! So gullible! Goodbye~"

With those words, the mischievous Little Rascal activated his teleportation talisman, shrouding himself in intense spatial energy. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from their midst.

"ARGHHH! I'M MAIMED! AVENGE ME! KILL THAT ABOMINATION!"

A thunderous rumble reverberated through the heavens and earth, an echoing symphony of icy auras in hot pursuit. In the Star River Association, hearts trembled as they beheld the spectacle unfolding before them. Countless immortals were in relentless chase of the elusive demonic beast, yet, at that very moment, Little Rascal had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.

Back in the Bai Clan, Qin Wentian was engrossed in the intricate work of inscribing an immortal-ranked formation. When his eyes fell upon Little Rascal, who sported a mischievous grin, he couldn't help but voice his curiosity.

"Little Rascal, what mischief have you been up to this time?" Qin Wentian inquired, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I crippled two immortals. Those people were just too foolish! I took on the guise of a kirin cub, and they attempted to capture me," Little Rascal explained nonchalantly, his tone laced with exasperation. Qin Wentian couldn't suppress an eyeroll.

"You transformed into a saint beast! How could mere immortal-foundation individuals resist such temptation? Who would suspect that you were the saint beast in disguise?"

"Ai, there's no helping it. It's not my fault that this baobao's intelligence far surpasses that of a human," Little Rascal sighed with a lonely air that befitted one who stood at the pinnacle of existence. Observing his antics, Qin Wentian couldn't resist the urge to shake his head.

"Fine, fine, you're amazing," Qin Wentian conceded, at a loss for further words. With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "RISE!"

As the echoes of his command faded, a formidable rumbling echoed through the surroundings. The entire Bai Manor lifted off the ground, transforming into a floating island perched upon the colossal back of a Great Roc.

"What's your plan now?" Little Rascal inquired.

"I'm heading to the immortal realms. To ensure everyone's safety, I intend to use this formation to shield them temporarily from the prying eyes of the Star River Association," Qin Wentian explained. Uncertain whether the Star River Association's reinforcements or the Battle Sword Sect would arrive first, it was best to err on the side of caution.

"Oh," Little Rascal replied, his curiosity sated.

"Let's go." Qin Wentian's figure flickered as he stepped into the formation. The entire Bai Manor soared higher into the sky, gradually fading from view. Onlookers in Sky Harmony City felt a tumultuous wave of astonishment as they witnessed the scene.

Qin Wentian was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

And so, the Bai Clan disappeared from Sky Harmony City. Within the formation, Qin Wentian's close friends, allies, and Mo Qingcheng's clan members found sanctuary. With a sense of reassurance, he embarked on his journey back to the immortal realms.

In the vast expanse of the starry cosmos, Qin Wentian traversed alone, heading toward Cloud Prefecture. A sudden encounter with the Battle Sword Sect had compelled him to rush back to the particle world, a task unfinished. Now, as he briefly returned to the immortal realms, he seized the opportunity to complete that mission. His destination: Driftsnow City!