The Sunlit Star Physique!
After looting two more groups, Jiang Yuqiong and his crew settled on a mountaintop.
The night's haul was impressive—over four hundred treasure medicines.
The best included one ninth-grade, three eighth-grade, and plenty of seventh-grade.
He didn't care about grades—anything usable as seasoning got picked out, some even good for stir-fry or soup stock.
The rest, mostly junk, he tossed to the others, each grabbing dozens.
They were thrilled.
Han Xuan, Yang Xiao, and the five nearly fainted from joy, grinning ear to ear, ecstatic.
"Hahaha… we'd struggle half a day for one seventh-grade medicine!"
"Now we've got so many—robbing's the way to go!"
Han Xuan laughed, eyes narrowing to slits.
The others nodded vigorously.
Jiang Yuqiong overheard and barked sharply.
"What's this 'robbing'? It's borrowing! Got it?"
They nodded like chickens pecking rice.
You're the boss—whatever you say goes.
Rob or borrow, as long as we eat meat and score goodies.
Nearby, Feng Wuchou's lips twitched upward.
"Such a child's heart!"
"So many precious medicines, handed out just like that!"
He'd regained his refined air—white robes pristine, demeanor graceful, exuding an ethereal charm.
The ninth-grade medicine in his hand more than offset his losses—it was a jackpot!
Then Jiang Yuqiong spun around, glaring at him.
"Why'd you mask your face?"
Last night, Feng Wuchou hadn't fought.
He'd wrapped his head tight, showing just his eyes, terrified of being recognized.
"Self-respect!"
Feng Wuchou replied.
Jiang Yuqiong snorted.
"You tricked a kid like me—and you talk about self-respect?"
Feng Wuchou glanced at him calmly.
"Would I trick you if you weren't a kid?"
Jiang Yuqiong choked, speechless.
You've got a damn point—I've got nothing to say!
He leapt up, kicking Feng Wuchou's backside, sending him stumbling.
"Standing there like an idiot!"
"Go hunt more beasts! Think you're freeloading? Dream on!"
Feng Wuchou's face stiffened.
He clenched his fists, simmering with frustration.
But he couldn't beat this toddler—better let it go.
Run?
No chance!
Where'd he find so many treasures alone?!
For now, he'd stick with the little demon king!
Feng Wuchou trudged off silently.
Han Xuan, Yang Xiao, and the five buzzed with excitement, setting up the barbecue without prompting.
One pulled a big pot from his pouch!
Jiang Yuqiong's eyes narrowed.
"Why've you got a pot?"
The guy grinned.
"Little demon king brother, it's not a pot! It's a fourth-grade treasure, Black Jade Mystic Gold Shield!"
"Figured it'd work for stir-fry!"
Jiang Yuqiong "oh'd," nodding.
Then he hopped over, kicking the guy flat.
"No 'little demon king brother'!"
"Call me big brother!"
The guy rubbed his butt, standing with a grin.
"Sure, Little Demon King Big Brother!"
Yang Xiao and Han Xuan facepalmed.
Jiang Yuqiong's forehead sprouted black lines.
You've inherited my sass, huh?
Feng Wuchou, Spirit Nurturing Eighth Layer, outmatched most here save a few older teens.
Soon, he dragged back a fourth-tier beast bird and snagged an eighth-grade medicine.
A black eagle, feathers like iron armor, clearly formidable.
But destined to be Jiang Yuqiong's crew's meal.
Smoke rose atop the mountain, the Black Jade Mystic Gold pot blazing with two-chi flames, oil smoke blackening nearby cliffs.
Meaty aromas wafted.
Jiang Yuqiong and crew gorged again, reveling.
Mid-feast, a distant battle caught their eye.
Under the bright sky, a vast night curtain unfurled, like a small world, cloaking dozens of li!
Stars gleamed within, orbiting in mesmerizing arcs, exuding suffocating pressure!
The curtain became a cage.
A six-ish boy, wielding nine divine wheels, was trapped inside.
Beyond him, a slighter, younger boy stood—frail but godlike, reigning beneath the starry sky, commanding all!
With a wave, endless starlight wove a mystic seal, like a divine mountain, crashing down on the six-year-old!
"BOOM!!!"
A deafening blast—he and his nine wheels were smashed into the mountains.
On the peak, Jiang Yuqiong's group watched, stunned.
Feng Wuchou, Han Xuan, Yang Xiao, and the others gaped in awe!
"What a terrifying phenomenon! That boy's physique is insane!"
"So strong! How old is he? Divine Wheel Ninth Layer's like child's play to him!"
They marveled.
Special physiques were rare—each a fearsome marvel!
Fully awakened, they birthed era-defining prodigies!
Against regular cultivators, they could crush foes a full realm higher!
Like the Spirit-Severing Sword Body!
Or the Emperor's child's Immaculate Sword Heart and Thunder Martial Veins!
Without Ancient Heaven Sect's trial drawing the Three Thousand Dao Domains' best,
Such figures were seldom seen.
"Knew two special physiques entered this trial—didn't expect a third!"
"That's the Sunlit Star Physique! From Seven Star Palace!"
Feng Wuchou, holding a stone bowl, exclaimed.
Jiang Yuqiong's eyes flickered.
Seven Star Palace piqued his interest.
Han Xuan, Yang Xiao, and the crew jolted.
"Seven Star Palace? Another supreme sect?"
"Why'd they send a disciple here?"
"The Sunlit Star Physique! Seven Star Palace's Creation Star Art's tailor-made for him!"
"Why's he here?"
Baffled, they pondered.
Seven Star Palace was renowned—deep roots, strong foundations.
Not on par with Holy Lands or noble clans, but a mighty sect, a titan in the Three Thousand Dao Domains!
The Sunlit Star Physique—eons rare!
Rivaling the Mu Clan's Spirit-Severing Sword Body!
Yet, puzzlingly, why hadn't Seven Star Palace nurtured this perfect match for their Creation Star Art?
Why send him to Ancient Heaven Sect?
That was Jiang Yuqiong's question too.
He couldn't forget Seven Star Palace!
The battle at his birth—dozens of sect powerhouses involved.
Including Seven Star Palace's sole Saint Ancestor, Xue Wuliang!
Who fell to the Eternal Blood Prison in that bloody clash!