Chapter 294: Shi Yi, I

Buitian Pavilion, Inner Courtyard.

Wu Xian followed that foolish Buitian Pavilion disciple into the inner sect’s paradise, where one majestic mountain rose after another, crowned with grand, imposing structures; distant floating isles drifted amid swirling clouds, like a fairyland on earth.

This was one of the ancient pure lands—the Buitian Pavilion’s foundation. Its spiritual energy far surpassed the outside world, nearly liquid in density; prolonged cultivation here could greatly accelerate progress, equating one day to a month outside.

Wu Xian gazed around, eyes gleaming, thinking: no wonder this was a top sect—its territory was truly vast. But then he recalled this was merely the lower realm; if this were the pinnacle sects of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, or even the Immortal Realm, what splendor would they possess?

“Senior Brother, I’ve been in seclusion too long—my mind’s a bit fuzzy. I forgot where the Scripture Hall is. Could you show me?”

“Scripture Hall? You mean the Ten Thousand Treasures Hall! Look—over there, that largest palace in the center.”

“Oh right! That’s the one. And isn’t the place where we store precious herbs also near the Ten Thousand Treasures Hall?”

“You’re mistaken again, Young Brother. That’s the Xuanji Tower—on the peak to the left.”

“Sigh! My memory’s terrible—I’m embarrassing you, Senior Brother.”

“No need to apologize. We’re all fellow disciples.”

“Mm, Senior Brother, you’re really kind!”

……

As they walked and chatted, Wu Xian quickly learned the locations of key places within the Buitian Pavilion.

Along the way, they encountered other Buitian Pavilion disciples or elders.

Seeing Wu Xian’s unfamiliar face, they all looked puzzled—but with the young disciple’s mental suggestion and his verbal support, they were fooled again and again, not a single one suspecting a thing.

There was no help for it: the Buitian Pavilion was vast and powerful, with many factions, each boasting hundreds of disciples. Occasional unfamiliar senior or junior brothers were perfectly normal.

Moreover, as a top-tier force, the Buitian Pavilion took pride in its inviolable arrays and seals—no one could bypass them unnoticed. So this strange-looking, cute, sweet-speaking little junior (or nephew) must be one of their own.

Yes, it had to be!

“We’re almost there!”

After about half an hour’s walk, the young disciple brought Wu Xian to the foot of a spiritually radiant peak, pointing upward: “The Rebirth-Eyed One lives up there. Only he resides on the entire peak—easy to find.”

As he spoke, the young disciple’s face showed a trace of envy.

“This peak connects directly to the Buitian Pavilion’s main spiritual vein—its energy is incredibly dense. Normally, only elders are granted such a place for cultivation and seclusion.”

“But when the Rebirth-Eyed One first arrived, the sect master let him move in immediately. Many senior brothers and sisters were furious and challenged him—but all failed and retreated…”

“Truly, hearing of him is nothing compared to seeing him. The Rebirth-Eyed One truly possesses innate supreme potential—no ordinary genius can match him.”

“Is that so?”

Wu Xian raised an eyebrow, feigning disbelief: “I don’t see anything special—just two extra eyes. With enough effort, I might not be far behind him.”

The young disciple laughed helplessly, looking at Wu Xian’s youthful face, sensing the boldness of a calf unaware of tigers, and said:

“Young Brother, you’ve already entered the Buitian Pavilion at your age—you must be extraordinarily gifted. But know that beyond people stand greater people, beyond heaven lies higher heaven. Take the ‘Blood-Handed Demon Child’ who recently appeared in the Void God Realm—he’s now invincible among the Cave Heaven realm, and his age is close to yours. Do you think you could beat him?”

“Ah… this…”

Wu Xian blinked, unable to refute it.

To be honest, he had no confidence—maybe fifty-fifty at best.

Seeing Wu Xian stammering, the young disciple assumed he was humiliated and didn’t press further, offering comfort: “Don’t be discouraged, Young Brother. You’re still young. Remember: thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Never underestimate a poor youth—who knows what the world will be like decades from now?

Perhaps the Demon Child and the Rebirth-Eyed One will suffer setbacks, their progress halting, while you gain some great fortune and surpass them.”

Wu Xian grimaced, curious: “May I ask your name, Senior Brother? Are you surnamed Xiao?”

“Yes? How, you forgot even that?”

The young disciple was speechless, then realized he’d forgotten the young disciple’s name as well. He coughed and changed the subject: “Anyway, if you want to see the Rebirth-Eyed One’s grandeur, just climb the mountain—no one will stop you.”

He’s said he won’t refuse any Buitian Pavilion disciple’s challenge. He won’t truly harm anyone—everything stops at a touch. You can go without worry.”

“Thank you, Senior Brother.”

Wu Xian nodded, noticing the young disciple’s bare fingers, then pulled a bone fragment from his storage pouch and handed it over.

“This technique was self-created by me during idle moments. I felt a connection with you, Senior Brother, so I give it to you—as thanks for guiding me.”

“Uh… you created this technique yourself?”

The Xiao disciple automatically took the bone fragment, sent his spirit sense into it, and saw the words “Burn Decree.” He read a short passage—and his spirit trembled.

“Young Brother, this is too valuable—”

The Xiao disciple looked up, ready to protest—but Wu Xian was gone.

Worse, even his memory of Wu Xian’s face was fading, as if he’d never met him at all.

“Huh? Why am I here? Where did this bone fragment come from?”

……

On the peak, within the dense-spirit-energy cave dwelling.

A handsome boy, around ten years old, sat cross-legged, his four-pupiled eyes shimmering with radiant light as he contemplated inscriptions on a sacred bone. Faintly, the roar of a qilin echoed, causing the very void to tremble.

Anyone witnessing this scene would be stunned—for the sacred bone bore the teachings of the Qilin, one of the Ten Fiends!

Though only fragments remained, they were astonishing enough. If revealed, they would spark a storm—even imperial sovereigns and ancient divine mountain masters would come to seize them.

Suddenly, the Rebirth-Eyed Boy frowned, a sense of dread rising within him.

His eyes flared with divine light, scanning the heavens and earth, seeking the source of unease.

Soon, he spotted a small figure approaching his cave.

The figure was a child, two or three years younger than himself, his aura faint—but through the Rebirth Eyes’ insight, he was clearly at the Cave Heaven realm.

Shi Yi was puzzled, yet his instinct told him this child was no ordinary boy. He activated his Rebirth Eyes to observe further—only to find the child vanished…

No! Not vanished—he had appeared inside the cave, less than ten meters away!

“Shi Yi, the Rebirth-Eyed One.”

Wu Xian studied the boy who, in the original story, was the destined rival of the Wild Heavenly Emperor, and a faint, enigmatic smile curled his lips.

“First meeting—I’ve come to beat you up!”

As he spoke, a fist—not large, yet seemingly filling heaven and earth—expanded infinitely in Shi Yi’s vision, descending with the might to suppress all things, straight toward his face!

(End of Chapter)