Chapter 107

In the Void Spirit Realm, a heated discussion was taking place, almost reaching a frenzy.

"The mischievous kid really went to the Sky Repair Pavilion. Not only did he dig up the precious bones from District Eight, but he also stole a medicinal herb and even left behind a boulder on the Second Battlefield. His actions have caused a huge uproar."

"This kid is going against the heavens. That was an ancient pure land, and he managed to stir up a storm there. Poor Elder Xiong Fei and Elder Zhuo Yun are so furious they might puke blood."

"This child really hasn't changed. He’s still as extreme as ever, never missing a chance to dig up bones or steal herbs, and he's even more skillful now."

"Hehe, it's really interesting. Thousands of people managed to clear the trial thanks to this kid. I doubt the Sky Repair Pavilion will recruit disciples next year; it seems unlikely."

News spread quickly in the Void Spirit Realm. What happened on the Second Battlefield that day was soon known by everyone.

"It's truly interesting. The elders from the Sky Repair Pavilion who were so furious they were vomiting blood have already begun hunting down the little rascal. I wonder if they'll catch him in the end."

Currently, the hottest topic in the Void Spirit Realm was definitely related to the mischievous kid. People felt that this child was truly a rare gem, never alone no matter where he went, and always managed to do something that made people furious.

"Do you know how that big bump on the head of the top genius Xiao Tian came about?"

"According to my investigation, it must be the work of the mischievous kid. Don’t you remember the other inscription on that boulder? ‘With a hammer in hand, the world is mine.’ That big bump on the silver-robed youth’s head was definitely caused by a blow from that kid’s hammer."

"Hehe, hahaha."

Laughter filled the Void Spirit Realm, while the silver-robed youth in the Sky Repair Pavilion nearly exploded with rage.

The stone mountain was not very high, but it was surrounded by auspicious energy. Particularly, some old herbs were growing in the cracks of the rocks, exuding a pleasant fragrance, making the place feel natural and serene.

Nearby, there was a bamboo forest and many houses. More than three thousand new disciples initially lived here.

In the following days, some geniuses were selected, such as the silver-robed youth, who had performed remarkably on the Second Battlefield.

Later, the little rascal found that freedom was not as abundant here; he had to engage in labor, such as watering the herb fields with spiritual spring water and mining rare refined gold.

"I came here to cultivate. Those two old men only show up once every few days and only teach me things I already know. It’s a waste of time here," the little rascal complained.

"Don’t complain. New disciples always start from the bottom. How else could they teach you bone and treasure techniques? Unless your talent is incredibly shocking, you won’t get special attention," said a boy about fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Fine," the little rascal nodded. For the past few days, he had been eagerly waiting to water the herb fields, but unfortunately, he hadn’t had a turn.

Aside from this, the little rascal was also concerned about Qingfeng. He felt it was unfair. He had to find out what happened, but right now he only knew where the talented disciples lived and not who had hurt Qingfeng.

He wanted to sneak over but was afraid of being discovered. After all, this was an ancient pure land, and who knew how formidable the experts stationed there might be.

"Hairball, when will you come in?" the little rascal muttered to himself.

Two days later, a small, grayish creature appeared. It was sneaky, with its little nose twitching, and made its way directly to the little rascal’s house.

"Bang."

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the little rascal rushed out, grabbing Hairball’s tail and lifting it up.

"Zizizi," Hairball protested, squeaking angrily.

"Why did you take so long to come? Where have you been? Wow, there’s the scent of spiritual herbs on your little paws. How many did you mess with?" The little rascal immediately detected the problem.

Hairball squirmed, eventually extending just one little paw, then squeaked angrily. The spiritual herbs it found were naturally not just one type; they all grew on the auspicious spiritual mountain. After several days of searching, it had barely managed to snatch a few.

Guarding such a treasure trove and only consuming one spiritual herb was a disgrace to Hairball, so it was quite unhappy.

The little rascal pinched and rubbed it, saying, "You picked the herbs and forgot about me, didn’t you? Did you deliberately avoid me and secretly consume them?"

Hairball extended one little paw to gesture and squeaked, showing disdain for the little rascal. Even Hairball had heard about all the strange things he did in District Eight and on the Second Battlefield.

Being looked down upon by a monkey-sized creature, the little rascal naturally needed to correct it. He pinched and rubbed it some more, then with a serious expression said, "Qingfeng has been bullied. You go over and find out what exactly happened."

When it came to serious matters, Hairball’s big eyes turned, and it didn’t refuse. It quickly disappeared.

This was a spiritual land, with green peaks and verdant valleys, filled with mist, and extremely suitable for cultivation. It was far better than the ordinary disciples' residences because it was reserved for a group of geniuses.

However, at this moment, Qingfeng, who had a bruised and swollen face, was sitting alone in a wooden house, tending to his wounds and occasionally groaning in pain.

"When will I reach the Cave Heaven Realm? Otherwise, I’ll be bullied by those few people every day," he muttered to himself, feeling somewhat despondent.

Overall, he was younger here and the weakest in cultivation. As soon as he arrived, a few people targeted him, engaging in harsh sparring that left half of his body bruised.

These were internal injuries, difficult to heal quickly, and could only be slowly recovered. Yet these people bothered him every day, demanding sparring with him.

Qingfeng didn’t understand until recently that if one made no progress in the genius camp for a long time, they would be eliminated and replaced by someone from outside.

"They don’t want me to heal my wounds, trying to drag me down so that my progress is stalled, and wait for the chance to kick me out to make way for their own people," Qingfeng said to himself, with a large bruise on his face that hurt every time he moved.

He didn’t expect the competition here to be so cruel and intense. Even the younger boys used various schemes and formed small groups. This was mainly because the rare medicinal powders and bone books distributed at the beginning of each month in the genius camp far exceeded those outside, allowing for rapid advancement.

"Regardless, I must hold on until the beginning of the month, wait for the medicinal powder to be distributed to heal my injuries, and at the same time, take note of the contents of the bone book for my elder brother," Qingfeng said, gritting his teeth to persevere.

He knew that although those few were powerful, they were not the most terrifying figures because they still had backing.

"I must endure and stay. Every year, the ancient pure land’s spiritual sacrifice lectures several times, which are said to be incredibly astonishing and can lead to sudden enlightenment. I need to record these teachings for my elder brother."

Qingfeng finished treating his wounds, sat cross-legged on his bed, and began cultivating. Unfortunately, some symbols left by those boys were still in his wounds, making it difficult to clean them out and affecting his practice.

"Sigh, if only my elder brother were here, he could easily suppress them. But I can’t rely on my elder brother for everything. I need to work hard myself. If I practice for the same amount of time as them, I won’t be worse," Qingfeng encouraged himself.

Outside the window, a small creature peeked in and slipped through.

"Hairball," Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise. He had been very lonely these days, being bullied. He missed the warmth of Stone Village, and after only a few days without seeing Hairball, he almost cried.

"Zizizi."

Hairball squeaked angrily upon seeing the various bruises on Qingfeng, which were all hidden injuries with symbols. It couldn’t sit still, having developed feelings for Qingfeng through their interactions.

"It’s okay, I’m not in pain," Qingfeng reassured it.

Hairball was restless, squeaking incessantly as if ready to seek revenge.

"Don’t go. If they discover you, you probably won’t escape. Those few are very powerful," Qingfeng tried to calm it.

Hairball settled down, scratching its head and gesturing for Qingfeng to explain the situation first, so it could then inform the little rascal and take care of those people later.

"I'm happy that my elder brother entered the Sky Repair Pavilion, but I don’t want to trouble him with everything. Otherwise, it would make me look useless," Qingfeng said.

Hairball immediately patted the table with its tiny paw, as if to say it already knew and that not mentioning it would only make it more worried.

Qingfeng was touched. Not only did his elder brother care about him, but even this little monkey did. His eyes reddened, and tears fell as he recounted the events of the past few days.

Late into the night, Hairball returned, and the little rascal learned everything. His face darkened immediately, and he began pacing around the room.

"A few very fierce youths, backed by a genius from the Rain family. Could it be that Rain family from Stone Nation?" the little rascal muttered, his gaze growing cold.

"Dealing with them might provoke the Rain clan. In the end, might it also involve Stone Yi?" Even though it was a small matter, the little rascal was thinking far ahead.

Hairball, standing by, waved its tiny paws, trying to look fierce.

The little rascal smiled and said, "Hairball, remember, we can’t just rush in and start fighting. That’s something only barbarians do."

Hairball immediately jumped up and squeaked non-stop, its little paws gesturing wildly, as if to say, "Aren’t you always doing that? You’ve always been quite barbaric."

The little rascal felt awkward and scratched his head, saying, "Well, it depends on the situation and who we’re dealing with. In the Great Wasteland, one naturally needs to be barbaric and aggressive."

Hairball made a disdainful face.

"Let me think. In a couple of days, the geniuses from the camp will come here to demonstrate their strength and excellence to inspire us. We can deal with those people then," the little rascal said.

He had already received the news that on that day, there would be no bone teachings from the sect, and they wouldn’t have to do manual labor. They just needed to wait here for the geniuses to arrive.

Recently, many young disciples had been dissatisfied, feeling that they had to do manual labor even after joining, which they found hard to understand.

The elders’ response was simple: if one was strong enough or had extraordinary talent, they could go directly to the genius camp without staying here. This visit from the geniuses was meant to show the difference and prevent further complaints.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and a group of geniuses arrived, appearing among the stone mountains.

These individuals were radiant, each outstanding and exceptional, all having stood out from major tribes and being valued and welcomed by the Sky Repair Pavilion.

The group of geniuses truly lived up to their reputation, each one extraordinarily powerful.