Sacred Artifact Suppresses the Heavens and Earth! Encountering a Robber!

Jiang Yuqiong stood atop a towering tree, his head spinning.

How'd he get sent out again?

Big sister, what are you trying to do?

I swear…

I'm really here for the trials!

Jiang Yuqiong felt like crying but had no tears, nearly stomping in frustration!

Careless! Too careless!

Far off, the crowd thinned, and the War Dragon Secret Realm's portal was slowly closing.

It wouldn't be long before it shut completely.

If he didn't hurry, he'd miss it for real.

With a light sigh, he stopped hesitating and activated the Art of Movement.

His small figure streaked in a straight line, rushing forward at blinding speed.

He plunged into the portal just before it sealed!

His actions caught the eyes of many in the distance.

These were elders escorting their clan's youths and Ancient Heaven Sect deacons.

"Huh? Where'd that little toddler come from?"

"He went in? Is he here for the trials too?"

"Whose kid is this? His family's got some guts!"

"Ancient Heaven Sect's trials aren't a game—aren't they worried he'll get hurt?"

Everyone was utterly stunned.

Though the War Dragon Secret Realm was arranged, it held dangers—clashes among trial-takers were inevitable!

Even with tokens, safety wasn't guaranteed.

The sect's deacons twitched their eyelids!

They'd hosted many selection ceremonies, but a kid this young joining was a first!

"That child's not ordinary! His movement technique is terrifying—he must have a big background!"

"Definitely a genius!"

"Let's hope he sticks to the trials and doesn't wander into the wilderness zones!"

"Otherwise… he might really run into trouble!"

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties spoke gravely.

A prodigy like this, Ancient Heaven Sect would nurture eagerly.

It'd be a shame if he fell during the trials!

Meanwhile, Jiang Yuqiong dove into the War Dragon Secret Realm, breathing a sigh of relief.

Rushing like mad, he'd made it just in time!

But as he entered, a ferocious force slammed down, knocking him from the sky to the ground.

He landed in a vast, endless plain, teeming with struggling figures!

To the left stretched distant mountains and dense forests, faint roars of fierce beasts echoing.

To the right roared a mighty river, its turbid waves crashing with a fearsome din!

Above, a divine tower hovered, cast in immortal gold, radiating eternal light like a sun in the ninth heaven!

Countless laws and truths swirled around it, its divine might blazing, awe-inspiring!

A terrifying pressure swept out, permeating every inch, bearing down on all!

"No justice! First trial, and Ancient Heaven Sect's using a sacred artifact!"

"Too tough! I can't hold on!"

Many wailed, their faces crumpling.

This was the sect's first trial: cross the plain under the sacred artifact's pressure to reach distant mountains for official discipleship.

A second trial awaited, but only for rare prodigies—most couldn't dream of it!

"No big deal!"

Jiang Yuqiong stood at the crowd's rear, muttering.

Aside from being grounded, he felt nothing unusual.

Clearly, the artifact's seal targeted talent, not cultivation!

The stronger the talent, the less the pressure.

This plain was already at the pressure's edge—further left, it intensified!

To the right…

A barrier blocked the river, barring passage.

This was the easiest spot, yet for many, it was an uncrossable divine chasm.

Some collapsed, forced to activate their tokens and teleport out.

"Boring!"

Jiang Yuqiong shook his head, unimpressed.

He was just tagging along, but this was no challenge at all!

So, hands behind his back, he strolled forward like it was a casual walk.

This scene left countless jaws dropping!

What were they seeing?!

A toddler, barely weaned, moving so fast under the sacred artifact's pressure!

Like a stroll in his backyard—easy and carefree!

Wasn't this too demoralizing?

"The top talents already headed into the wilderness mountains!"

"Ancient Heaven Sect left opportunities there for them!"

Soon, Jiang Yuqiong caught such murmurs.

He paused, pondering.

From what he'd gathered, the first trial lasted three days, then the second began.

At his pace, he'd clear it in under a day!

After a moment's thought,

He wondered what "opportunities" they meant.

Nothing to do anyway—might as well check it out.

With that, his short legs kicked off, launching him skyward toward the deep mountains.

A few bounds, and he vanished.

Leaving behind stunned, horrified stares.

Ancient Heaven Sect had indeed hidden opportunities in the mountains.

Not long after entering, Jiang Yuqiong found a treasure medicine on a cliff.

But the sect wouldn't make it easy.

The growth spot was guarded by a low-tier array.

Ordinary Divine Wheel or Spirit Nurturing cultivators would struggle to break it.

For Jiang Yuqiong, though? No problem!

With the Art of Movement, he slipped through, plucking a bright red spirit fruit.

In his hand, a fragrant aroma wafted up.

He didn't recognize it, eyeing it briefly before grumbling.

"Just a seventh-grade spirit fruit—meh!"

He knew treasure medicines aligned with cultivation realms, ranked in thirteen grades.

Grades one to nine were spirit medicines, followed by King, Emperor, Saint, and Divine grades.

Divine-grade was near-mythical, as rare as Heavenly Emperors—sentient, capable of flight, nearly uncatchable.

Saint-grade was scarce too—even major sects and clans had few.

Even Emperor-grade was prized in such factions; without top talent, youths might never taste one!

But Jiang Yuqiong was different.

During seclusion, he'd munched countless Emperor-grade medicines, King-grade even more.

"Good thing it's a spirit fruit—nice for a snack!"

He muttered.

Experience taught him most treasure medicines smelled divine but tasted awful—bitter, astringent, overwhelming!

Like that Purple Flame Phoenix Blood Fungus—bitter, puckering, and brain-rattling.

Compared to high-grade stuff, he preferred spirit fruits—lower grade didn't bother him.

Musing, he leapt off the cliff.

He meant to keep exploring, but hadn't gone far when he bumped into a five- or six-year-old boy.

Seeing the spirit fruit, the boy froze, then his eyes narrowed, lips smacking.

After a moment's effort, he schooled his face into a fierce scowl.

"Little guy! Hand over the spirit fruit, or I'll beat you up!"