To receive without giving back is impolite!
The thick club in Feng Wuchou's hand was just ordinary spirit wood, but infused with a touch of spiritual energy, it swung with a fierce gust!
He aimed for a single strike to knock out this little brat in front of him!
Then he'd snatch that Snow Jade Ginseng!
Sure, the kid had taken a bite, but it was still a ninth-grade treasure medicine—plenty useful!
However…
With a loud "BANG," a dazzling burst of spiritual light flared from the back of the kid's head, forming a thick shield.
The club shattered on impact, crumbling into a pile of dust.
Then the little guy slowly turned around, his gaze locking onto Feng Wuchou with a deep, piercing stare.
"He didn't go down?"
Feng Wuchou was stunned.
This toddler, barely two years old by the looks of him, had such immense spiritual energy!
He was Spirit Nurturing Realm Eighth Layer!
His strength was formidable—even using just a fraction, it shouldn't be something a kid this small could withstand!
Yet this little guy was unscathed, and after turning, casually took another bite of the ginseng.
Feng Wuchou's mouth twitched hard!
What kind of weirdo was this?!
"You sneak-attacked me?"
Jiang Yuqiong's face darkened, chewing as he spoke.
A thunderous roar erupted from his spiritual energy, and he pointed a finger!
A pitch-black finger seal shot into the air, swelling with the wind!
In an instant, it grew to the size of a mountain peak, radiating overwhelming might, surging forward with lethal force!
To Feng Wuchou, it was like a celestial pillar toppling down, smashing into him!
"BOOM!!!"
The finger seal blasted Feng Wuchou into a nearby mountain.
Dust billowed, rocks flew, and countless plants were pulverized!
The void seemed gripped by an unseen hand, shaking violently!
When the chaos settled, a several-zhang-deep crater marred the mountainside.
Feng Wuchou was embedded in the rock wall.
His aura wavered, robes tattered, body a wreck—bones felt shattered, pain searing through him.
Jiang Yuqiong darted over, pried him out, and tossed him to the ground.
"If you hadn't just aimed to knock me out and held back, you'd be dead right now!"
Jiang Yuqiong said coldly.
He knew Feng Wuchou hadn't intended to kill him.
Otherwise, his unrestrained Great Desolate Imprisoning Heaven Finger would've left him far worse off—half his life gone at least!
Hearing this, Feng Wuchou's face fell, utterly dismayed.
"What kind of savage kid is this?! How's he so strong?!"
"That technique… terrifying!"
He was Spirit Nurturing Realm Eighth Layer, yet felled by a toddler!
What rotten luck!
But checking himself, he found no severe injuries—just battered, not broken.
Still, Jiang Yuqiong wasn't done with him.
"Returning a favor is only polite! You sneak-attacked me—so I'm paying it back!"
He declared.
Flipping Feng Wuchou face-down, back up,
He grabbed a flat stone from the ground—brick-like—wrapped it in spiritual energy, and slammed it onto Feng Wuchou's head.
Feng Wuchou yelped but didn't pass out.
Jiang Yuqiong's eyebrow twitched, so he hit again.
"OW!" Feng Wuchou's eyes rolled back, out cold.
"Even now!"
Jiang Yuqiong tossed the stone aside, dusting his hands with satisfaction.
Over ten li away, five teens strode together.
All early Spirit Nurturing Realm, not top-tier in this wilderness, but united, they could sweep most challenges.
They'd arrived recently but already reaped decent gains.
Just moments ago, a massive black finger seal had rocked the sky ahead, its earth-shattering blast leaving them awestruck.
"A fight! That power—definitely one of the top prodigies!"
"With a technique that fierce, it's a major clash!"
"Let's go! Might pick up some scraps!"
The leader, a sixteen-year-old, tall and brawny, gripped a great halberd.
He charged ahead, leading the others toward the commotion.
Inside the finger-shaped crater,
Jiang Yuqiong rifled through Feng Wuchou, finding a storage pouch.
It held plenty of spirit medicines—over a hundred—but most were low-grade.
The decent ones? Two eighth-grade, one ninth-grade.
What irked him was they weren't tasty—he didn't like them.
There were weapons too, but nothing impressive.
Normally, a cultivator's bonded treasures stayed in their divine wheels, nurtured constantly.
Jiang Yuqiong dumped everything out, tossing it like trash.
Aside from a few palatable low-grade medicines, he scoffed at the rest.
"Not even decent food!"
"Life's too bitter!"
"Chewing treasure medicines every day—so bland!"
He sighed dramatically, nibbling his ginseng as he strolled off.
Then his steps halted, a spark flashing in his mind!
"That bear I killed… could I eat it?"
He slapped his forehead and bolted back up the mountain.
The Red-Eyed Savage Bear's corpse was still there.
Jiang Yuqiong's grin stretched wide, brimming with glee.
"Four huge bear paws—prime stuff!"
"And bear kidneys—total tonic!"
"I'm an idiot! How'd I only think of meat today?!"
Without hesitation, his small figure dragged the three-story-tall bear corpse downhill.
Back at the spring, he'd clean and skin it.
Jiang Yuqiong buzzed with excitement!
It'd been ages since he'd eaten meat!
Over a year of nonstop training—too grueling!
Today, he'd cook a feast, indulge his little belly!
"Need a knife!"
He dropped the bear, bounding back to Feng Wuchou in a few leaps.
Squatting in the "trash" pile, he rummaged.
Just then, five figures streaked in from afar.
As they approached, their faces lit with shock, scanning the area in awe.
They spotted the giant crater blasted into the cliff by a divine technique.
Closer still, they saw the Red-Eyed Savage Bear's corpse, lifeless on the ground.
"What a terrifying fight! Only a top prodigy could pull this off!"
"A fifth-tier beast—iron-tough body, immense strength—killing it's no small feat!"
"It must've guarded a high-grade spirit medicine—it's dead now! Wonder what it was and who got it."
The five marveled, though tinged with disappointment.
They'd hoped for scraps, but the battle was long over.
"Wait! Look in the crater!"
Stepping onto the battlefield, they saw something even stranger.
Inside, a少年 lay unconscious.
Nearby, treasures littered the ground—weapons, medicines!
Glowing faintly, radiating power, fragrant and shimmering!
And there, squatting amid the pile, a toddler—maybe two years old—rummaged through it all.