Chapter 277: Brother! This Is Your Favorite Fat Girl!

"You mean that bone?"

Wu Xian smiled slightly, then reached into a cloth bag at his waist and pulled out a bone shimmering with five-colored light, radiating a mysterious Daoic aura.

"Here it is."

At these words, everyone's gazes snapped toward it, their breathing quickening slightly.

This was the primal sacred bone of an ancient progenitor species, carrying part of the Peacock King's inheritance—if they could decipher the secret of that invincible divine art hidden within, it might add another layer of depth and legacy to the Supplement Heaven Sect.

But the problem was, this bone had already become someone else's spoils, and its origins seemed extraordinarily formidable, not inferior to the Supplement Heaven Sect, perhaps even stronger—making them dare not entertain thoughts of seizing it.

What! You say the old man isn't here, so this is the perfect chance to bully kids?

Don't joke—first, such behavior would disgrace the Supplement Heaven Sect; second, even if we did, who knows if the elder is hiding nearby watching? If they suddenly reach out and slap us all into photos, that would be a true loss.

Still, this is the bone left behind by the five-colored peacock, preserving a complete divine art inheritance—it's truly a once-in-a-lifetime find. To just let it slip away feels like a terrible waste.

"How about it, miss? Do you want this bone?"

Wu Xian said then, a faint smirk curling his lips, as if tempting: "I've checked—it's got fully intact runes, recording a powerful divine art called Postnatal Five Elements Divine Light. When perfected, it can sweep away anything beneath the Primordial stage. Very powerful!"

Hearing this, everyone swallowed hard, even the graceful girl, her eyes brimming with longing.

But in the end, she suppressed her impulse and turned her gaze to the five-colored egg cradled in Shi Hao's arms, her tone softening further: "Young brother, you're joking. This sacred bone is precious—it was won by your defeat of the peacock. How could we dare covet it? But this egg… sister would like to make a trade with you. I'll exchange it for heavenly treasures and some divine arts, as a gesture of goodwill from the Supplement Heaven Sect."

"Squeak squeak squeak!!"

At the girl's words, the furball on Shi Hao's shoulder squealed, scrambling up his arm to perch on the eggshell, baring its teeth.

Shi Hao quickly added: "No way. This egg is our dinner tonight. Why should we trade it with you?"

"That's such a waste."

The girl's face twisted in sorrowful disbelief: "This is an ancient progenitor species. If hatched and raised beside you, it will one day be at least a Lord-level combat force—even becoming a Venerable isn't impossible."

"A Venerable? Is that rare?"

But Wu Xian merely waved his hand, speaking with casual indifference, as if Venerables were commonplace in his family.

What powerful clan could this child possibly come from, speaking so arrogantly?

Everyone grew even more curious about the children's origins. The old woman even suspected they weren't from the lower realm at all, but rather scions of a great clan descending from the upper realm—such cases had happened before, and she'd seen them herself in her youth.

Thinking this, she whispered the idea to the girl, who's expression changed instantly. Her obsession with the five-colored egg shifted to the two children—perhaps the greatest gain of this trip would be forging a connection with them for the Supplement Heaven Sect.

"By the way, miss, you just said you're from the Supplement Heaven Sect."

Wu Xian suddenly spoke, his childish face lit with a curious grin: "Grandpa told me the Supplement Heaven Sect was founded by a renegade from the Supplement Heaven Church. I heard that renegade carried many of their secret arts—including the Supplement Heaven Art. If you're willing to trade that for this egg, I wouldn't mind."

"This…"

Everyone's hearts trembled.

A renegade of the Supplement Heaven Church? Is that really how our sect's founder came to be? How could this child know such a secret?

And his tone suggested deep familiarity with the Supplement Heaven Church—could he truly be a heavenly prodigy descending from above?

The girl and the old woman exchanged glances, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

After a long pause, the girl steadied herself and spoke to Wu Xian with newfound caution.

"Young… Young Master, the Supplement Heaven Art is our sect's supreme secret. We cannot reveal it. So we'll forgo the five-colored egg. If you and your brother ever have time, please visit the Supplement Heaven Sect—we'll gladly prepare a bed for you."

"Huh?"

But upon hearing this, Wu Xian's smile vanished instantly. His expression turned hostile: "What's this? You say you'll trade, then change your mind? Are you mocking my brother and me?"

The girl froze, utterly unprepared for Wu Xian's sudden shift—from cheerful to furious. She stammered: "No, we only meant…"

"Enough!"

Wu Xian waved his small hand, his face twisted with wounded indignation: "I can see right through you—you think we're young and unprotected, so you're playing us. No doubt, once we leave, you'll disguise yourselves as bandits and steal the egg and the bone. Utterly shameless."

Everyone stared blankly, wondering what the hell was going on.

And… why does it feel like you're describing a tactic you've used before? Have you done this often?

"You forced me into this. If that's how it is, don't blame me for losing my temper!"

Saying this, Wu Xian retracted the sacred bone, stomped his foot, and shot forward like a cannonball—appearing instantly before the oldest woman, the strongest among them.

So fast!

The old woman's eyes flashed silver—she activated a perception technique—and realized the child's vital energy was astonishingly robust, far exceeding the limits of Blood Mobilization.

This child could not have been raised by any lower-realm faction.

The thought took root in her mind, and as she moved to defend herself, she instinctively held back some of her strength—afraid of harming the child.

As for whether she herself might get hurt?

Ha! Impossible.

She was a Formation Realm cultivator. Though aged, her combat power still met the Lord-level baseline—certainly not something a Blood Mobilization cultivator could challenge…

CRASH—!!!!

One punch landed. The old woman flew backward like an arrow shot from a bow, traveling hundreds of meters before stopping, vanishing into the dense forest beyond. All that remained was the sound of countless trees snapping mid-trunk.

The Supplement Heaven Sect group stood stunned, staring at Wu Xian as if he were a monster.

"Pfft! So weak!"

Wu Xian shook his fist, wearing an expression of "I didn't even try, and you fell." Then he turned to the girl and the rest of the Supplement Heaven Sect, his delicate, youthful face slowly twisting into a feral grin.

"Brother, handle the others. That girl's yours—look at her big chest and big butt. She's your favorite female fatty. Take her back to the village—perfect as your bride!"

Shi Hao: "…"

My brother's too kind to me—what do I do? Urgent!

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