Chapter 292: In the Cave Heaven Realm, I Call the Shots! Who Agrees? Who Opposes!

Wu Xian did not know that, at this moment in the Spirit Realm, many had begun eyeing the bronze fragments—he merely stared at the light orb before him, his expression peculiar.

If he remembered correctly, in the original story, collecting all ten bronze fragments did indeed grant a chance to obtain a complete Ten Fiend Sacred Art—the True Phoenix Sacred Art.

But the problem was, Liu Shen had already taught him that art, so to Wu Xian, these fragments—treasured beyond measure by others—were useless except for “fishing.”

“Forget it, better leave them to Shi Hao. And if I do it in broad daylight, those lurking shadows will all come running, using every means to seize the fragments—it’ll be a trial for him.”

Thinking this, Wu Xian suddenly raised his hand and made a grasping motion toward a direction.

The next instant, the Yu clan cultivator who had been blasted into the ruins was pulled forward like a black hole had seized him, his body tilting toward Wu Xian until he halted one meter away, rigid and immobile.

“Little thief… don’t get too cocky…”

The Yu clan cultivator spoke weakly, his face deathly pale, as if two more words would kill him on the spot.

“You’re only powerful here because of the Spirit Realm’s special rules… in the Cave Heaven realm… you’re just bullying. Today you’ve committed such evil, desecrating our god—our clan will never let this go. When we find you in the real world—uhh!”

“Is that so? That’s wonderful!”

Wu Xian smirked, slowly clenching his outstretched hand. Vast pressure surged forth, concentrating entirely on the Yu clan cultivator, filling him with unbearable agony yet leaving him unable to utter another word.

“I’ll spare your life. Go tell your clan: from now on, this place is my domain—Du Gu Baitian’s.”

No—this place isn’t the only one. The Transformation Realm, the Inscription Mirror, the Formation Realm… anything belonging to your Yu clan within the Spirit Realm, I’ll take it all, one by one. If you’re Bufuqi , come here and die.

Lastly, tell them to wait outside—I’ll be paying them a visit soon. Then…”

Before he finished, Wu Xian’s hand clenched into a fist. The Yu clan cultivator, already writhing in agony, instantly exploded like a watermelon—bones, flesh, blood—all crushed into mist, floating in the air.

The world fell utterly silent. Whether in the Yu clan’s blessed land or within Cave Heaven City, not even a pin could drop.

The Demon Child was too cruel—he didn’t just kill, he shattered souls, and now he was digging up the Yu clan’s roots in the Spirit Realm. All factions were stunned, yet curious: what deep hatred bound these two, making them so utterly relentless?

“Younger brother!”

At that moment, Shi Hao flew over and landed beside Wu Xian, his big eyes shining with admiration and joy.

“You’re incredible! Even a divine decree couldn’t stand against you—I thought you might get hurt!”

He knew Wu Xian was strong, but the divine decree’s aura had been terrifying—he’d genuinely worried.

“How could he? Just a fake god. Even if he were still alive, I’d beat him to death with my bare hands!”

Wu Xian snorted, clearly pleased, then reached out and seized the light orb beside him, pulling out two bronze fragments. In the stunned gazes of the onlookers, he slapped them into Shi Hao’s arms.

“Take them. They’re yours.”

“Huh?”

Shi Hao instinctively caught the fragments, his expression dazed.

Today was his first time entering the Spirit Realm—he knew little of its workings, and had no idea how precious these fragments were.

“There are ten of these fragments total. Legend says collecting them all grants a complete Ten Fiend Sacred Art. Whether it’s true or not, I don’t know.”

Feeling countless invisible eyes watching from afar, Wu Xian smiled faintly, then spoke louder: “Hao ge, you know me—I’ve never had patience. I’d rather raid the treasuries of major sects than waste time gathering these shards.”

“So I’ll leave them with you for now. If you’ve got time, collect them. If you really get the Ten Fiend Sacred Art, don’t forget your little brother, okay?”

Such a stroke of luck!

The major factions, having eavesdropped via secret techniques, instantly erupted in excitement.

They’d assumed they’d have to wait until the Demon Child entered the Transformation Realm, prepare extensively, and then attempt to seize the fragments.

Now? The Demon Child had handed them over himself—difficulty dropped from hell mode to tutorial level.

What? You say that brat’s with the Blood Hand Demon Child—he might not be ordinary.

True, but he’s just a child. Even with extraordinary talent, how strong could he possibly be at his age?

Eight Cave Heavens? Nine Cave Heavens?

He certainly can’t have the potential to open ten Cave Heavens like the Demon Child.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

Such a monster appearing once in the mortal realm is a once-in-ten-thousand-years rarity. Now you’re telling us two have appeared—and likely brothers? Why not say they’re both destined for immortality?

Some found this absurd and laughed, then immediately ordered their people to closely watch the seemingly innocent little boy—waiting until he left the Demon Child’s side, alone, before striking to seize the bronze fragments.

…

“Don’t worry, younger brother, I’ll collect every fragment and teach you the Sacred Art!”

Shi Hao didn’t yet realize what awaited him—he only felt the fragments in his hands grow as heavy as mountains, his expression turning solemn.

This was younger brother’s trust—he absolutely could not betray it!

“Hah! Then I leave it to you, Hao ge!”

Wu Xian grinned, then slapped Shi Hao hard on the shoulder, making him wince in pain. He laughed: “But don’t rush. Sharpen the axe before chopping wood—first, raise your cultivation.”

“After this, we’ll clean up the Yu clan’s leftovers, then head to the Wang Fu. This time, you take the lead—I’ll cover your back. Do whatever you want!”

“Mm!”

…

That day, the Cave Heaven Realm once again remembered the terror once ruled by the Blood Hand Demon Child—and now, half a year later, he was even more brutal.

Worse still, he now had a seemingly innocent but insatiable little brat at his side, plundering resources from every major faction in the Cave Heaven Realm.

In just a few days, the two had slaughtered their way from the eastern shores to the far western reaches.

Wherever their fists passed—cultivators, arrays, vast fleets of magical artifacts—all returned to the heavens and earth.

Even top-tier nobles who had descended from the Formation Realm fell before the Demon Child’s fist, unable to even strike a second blow—truly invincible, unstoppable.

Wu Xian: “In the Cave Heaven Realm, I call the shots! Who agrees? Who opposes?”

Instantly, wails filled the Cave Heaven Realm. Many families and factions that had shown hostility toward the Demon Child suffered devastating losses, their centuries of accumulation reduced to ash.

Among them, the Yu clan, the Wang Fu, and the Demon Spirit Lake—the three factions tied to the Reincarnated Eyes—were targeted most fiercely.

Almost daily, the Demon Child used a clone technique to block the entrances of their teleportation arrays. Any living being emerging was instantly annihilated—no chance to speak.

Sometimes, in good moods, he’d randomly pick a lucky spectator, erasing not just their spiritual will but their physical body too.

The three factions raged, sending repeated forces to punish him—but each attempt ended in crushing defeat.

The matter grew so large it reached the ears of the Shi Kingdom’s Emperor and the Golden Spider Sovereign of the Demon Spirit Lake—but neither chose to intervene.

First, they couldn’t bring themselves to attack a child of seven or eight. Second, after hearing of the Blood Hand Demon Child’s astonishing victories, they suspected they might—perhaps, maybe, likely—eighty percent—lose. So they chose to ignore it.

Especially the former—the Wang Fu’s misfortune? What business was that of the Shi royal house? Let them deal with it!

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Second chapter, noon.

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