Chapter 108: The Genius Camp

The bamboo forest was lush, filled with spiritual energy. Ancient medicinal herbs took root in the cracks of the rocks, making this place very serene. This was the residence for the new disciples.

However, these geniuses couldn't help but frown upon arriving here. Compared to their spiritual lands, this place seemed shabby and lacked the same level of spiritual energy. Especially this rocky mountain, which was bare and devoid of lush trees, lacked auspicious signs. Their own residences were far superior, and their cultivation speed could be doubled there.

At this moment, they all reminded themselves not to be eliminated from the Genius Camp, as the conditions outside were too "harsh." The comparison made it clear how well the sect treated this batch of geniuses.

"Fellow junior brothers, we are here for sparring, so let's not hurt each other's feelings," said a person from the group of geniuses with a smile, like the warm sun, giving a very comforting feeling.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

He was dressed in white, tall, about fourteen or fifteen years old. Although he was a boy, his outstanding temperament made him look exceptionally graceful. He continued, "Cultivation has its order, but no superiority or inferiority. We are fellow disciples and should support each other."

His modesty naturally won everyone's favor. This person was undoubtedly a genius, and among the top ones.

"Senior brother, what is your name?" a new disciple asked.

"Senior Brother in white is so handsome," many girls said with sparkling eyes, looking ahead.

"My name is Yu Feng. I entered the sect a few years before you. We are all fellow disciples, so if you need help, feel free to come to me," Yu Feng said with a smile. His black hair danced gently in the wind, his eyes were bright, and his teeth were white, giving him an extraordinary aura.

"So he is Yu Feng," many people exclaimed.

In these few days, the new disciples had learned a lot about the notable figures among the recent batches of disciples.

Yu Feng was undoubtedly a strong one. He was famous, having only fought a few duels, but all his defeated opponents were top-tier geniuses, earning him great prestige.

Among the geniuses of the past few batches, few could surpass him. Additionally, he had a sister named Yu Lin, who was as beautiful as a flower and also a genius. She was very famous.

"Yu Feng in white, exceptionally graceful, invincible once he enters the rainy sky. He can summon the nine heavens' lightning to strike down enemies, golden runes filling the sky, once having shattered a dozen powerful attackers with lightning."

Someone recounted some of his achievements, making everyone awe-struck.

Little Dot watched from the side, nodding. This Yu Feng was indeed remarkable. Then he frowned, thinking that Yu Feng was the backer of those who bullied Qing Feng.

However, judging by his level, he wouldn't specifically target Qing Feng. It was likely the decision of those few to push out a weaker genius and bring in their own.

"Any junior brother wants to challenge?" At this moment, another person spoke, dressed in grey, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with an ordinary appearance. They were here to showcase their strength, under the elders' orders, to let all new disciples see the gap.

"I'll go."

A young man stepped out from the crowd, challenging the genius in grey.

With a buzz, a glow soared, runes interweaving into a colorful dove, soaring and crying, rushing towards the genius.

"Wow, a treasure technique!" Everyone was amazed. Treasure techniques were rare, and generally, new disciples wouldn't know them unless they came from a well-established tribe.

The grey-clad genius stood still, gently swiping a hand. A red light flashed, forming a wall before him, thick, solid, and dazzling. It was a tall wall of spiritual fire, burning fiercely, blocking the path.

The colorful dove cried mournfully, turning into ashes and dispersing into light rain. The challenger groaned, retreating, having failed thoroughly.

Everyone was shocked. This was only a single exchange, and the challenger, using an extraordinary treasure technique, was defeated instantly.

Everyone looked at the ordinary-looking grey-clad boy with awe, surprised that a single swipe could produce a solid and thick fire wall, breaking a strong treasure technique.

The grey-clad boy said nothing, retreating. This was a genius, casually displaying such power, defeating a strong new disciple.

Then another genius stepped forward, tall and strong, nearly two meters, with a particularly robust build and flowing black hair, exuding a palpable aura.

"I entered the sect four years ago, much earlier than you, and I am already eighteen. It would be unfair if I fought back, so how about you all attack me while I don't retaliate?" He spoke with a powerful voice like a great bell, making everyone's ears buzz.

"Is that even allowed?" Many people were eager to try.

Finally, a young man stepped out, shouting, as runes interweaved between his fingers, forming a spear entirely made of runes, exuding a terrifying aura.

Everyone's hearts tightened. Even the geniuses were surprised that there was such a strong individual among the ordinary disciples, unexpectedly powerful, not much weaker than some of them.

"Open!"

The young man shouted, the light spear thrusting like lightning, all power focused on a point, making metallic sounds, terrifyingly stabbing toward the tall genius.

Everyone felt a chill. If this spear aimed at them, could they withstand it? Even some geniuses were uneasy and hesitant.

However, the tall genius stood still, with a layer of golden light appearing on his body, forming numerous small golden vortices, rotating on his surface, with endless runes, very strange.

As the spear approached his body, the golden vortices spun even more fiercely. With a crackling sound, the spear tip was shattered, turning into light rain.

Everyone gasped. This was a protective technique, extremely powerful and dominant.

Undoubtedly, the challenger was defeated.

"Senior brother, what is this technique?" Little Dot's eyes sparkled, hiding in the crowd and shouting.

"This is the Golden Vortex Technique, derived from the Golden-Winged Peng's protective runes," the tall genius answered truthfully.

"Amazing! Can we learn it?" Many new disciples looked hopeful.

"If you get the chance to enter the Sutra Pavilion, there are many bone books to choose from. I found a golden bone piece covered in dust in a corner and learned it from there, but unfortunately, it was only one volume," he didn't hide anything.

Although this technique couldn't compare to the Golden-Winged Peng's protective runes, it was still impressive. If the rest could be found in the Sutra Pavilion, it would be terrifyingly powerful.

"If there's a chance, we must find a way to get Mao Qiu into the Sutra Pavilion," Little Dot's eyes sparkled, his little tiger teeth gleaming brightly, smiling happily.

Everyone was yearning. The Sutra Pavilion, from ancient times to now, had countless bone books, surely containing endless wonderful techniques.

However, the new disciples all knew that entering the Sutra Pavilion would be very difficult. They didn’t know what conditions had to be met to gain access, and everyone began to long for that day to come sooner.

Next, the genius disciples stepped forward one after another. Dozens of new disciples challenged them, but unsurprisingly, they were all defeated, far from being worthy opponents.

Even Xiao Tian, the silver-robed boy, came out. He was a newly recognized genius disciple. The result was the same: with just one move, silver light turned into rain, sweeping away a female disciple.

"So strong," many people exclaimed.

Xiao Tian nodded in friendly acknowledgment upon hearing this.

"Truly extraordinary," someone marveled loudly.

The silver-robed boy immediately stiffened, then his forehead veins bulged as he suppressed an impulse. Slowly, he retreated.

Little Dot chuckled.

Everyone was impressed, finally understanding the vast difference between them and the geniuses. They realized they had a long way to go.

The new disciples were unwilling to challenge anymore because the gap between them and the genius camp was too great. Although they were outstanding youths selected from various tribes, they were nothing special in the Heaven Mending Pavilion.

"Let's do this: we'll select a relatively weaker junior brother from our genius camp, and everyone can come and challenge him," a boy about eleven or twelve years old said. Dressed in blue, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he exuded an imposing aura, clearly a strong person.

He smiled and beckoned someone from the genius camp to come over.

Little Dot immediately raised his eyebrows, his eyes turning cold, emitting a terrifying light.

"Senior Brother Zhou, I am injured and cannot fight right now," Qing Feng said, trembling inside. He was very weak, with many bruises and internal injuries.

Zhou Yuhao smiled and said, "Junior Brother, don't be so modest. Sparring with everyone will help you improve."

His body was very strong, with bronze-colored skin and runes flashing in his eyes. Although he was smiling and seemed very warm, he grabbed Qing Feng's arm like a steel clamp, making Qing Feng feel like his bones were about to break.

"Come on, Junior Brother, don't be so shy. In the genius camp, you can't just focus on cultivating; you need to interact and exchange with others," Zhou Yuhao said, looking like a good senior brother, giving advice that seemed flawless.

Only Qing Feng's heart trembled. His arm bone was almost broken. He was forcibly brought here. He didn't want to face challenges in his current state, as he was seriously injured by this person and two other geniuses.

"Forget it, don't make things difficult for Qing Feng. If he's not well, don't make him fight," someone in the genius camp frowned and said.

Bai Yi Yu Feng nodded and said, "Forget it."

If Qing Feng was defeated by ordinary disciples, they would also lose face.

Zhou Yuhao smiled and said, "In that case, let's have our genius camp members perform martial arts and explain some clever uses of runes."

"Good," the new disciples said joyfully.

"Junior Brother Qing Feng, let's cooperate and demonstrate some of the wonders of runes to our junior brothers and sisters," Zhou Yuhao said sincerely.

A hint of fear appeared in Qing Feng's eyes as he retreated.

"It's okay, don't be shy. We're just performing, not having a life-and-death battle," Zhou Yuhao said, stepping forward and making his move.

Qing Feng had no choice but to fight, knowing that resisting would result in even more severe injuries.

"Watch carefully, everyone. This is the wonder of the Fish Dragon Rune. With just a flick, you can unleash its maximum power and send your opponent flying."

Zhou Yuhao looked very serious as he drew a beautiful arc with his right hand, like a fish dragon swishing its tail. Instantly, countless runes burst forth, striking towards Qing Feng.

Qing Feng tried his best to dodge, but Zhou Yuhao's mastery of runes was far superior. With a swipe of his hand, a glowing fish dragon reappeared, sending Qing Feng flying.

"Bang!"

Qing Feng flew through the air and crashed heavily to the ground. His chest pressed against the cold ground, feeling like it was about to split open. His internal organs were in severe pain, and he couldn't get up for a long time, knowing he had suffered severe injuries. He wanted to cough up blood but couldn't.

It was clear that Zhou Yuhao used subtle force, making it impossible for anyone to say anything.

For a long time, Qing Feng couldn't stand up, feeling as if his internal organs were shattered.

"Junior Brother Qing Feng, are you alright?" Zhou Yuhao asked in surprise, then quickly ran over, helping him up and shaking his head. "Junior Brother, you're too weak. If you want to stay in the genius camp, you really need to work hard."

He acted like a good senior brother, making others feel good about him.

Qing Feng finally stood up, his eyes burning with anger but unable to vent it. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Come, I'll help you activate your blood vessels, and then we'll demonstrate another rune to our junior brothers," Zhou Yuhao said.

He grabbed Qing Feng's arm and exerted force, causing Qing Feng's blood to churn and making him feel extremely uncomfortable, injuring him again.

"Alright, let's demonstrate another rune," Zhou Yuhao said with a smile.

"Boom!"

Qing Feng was sent flying again, crashing into a bamboo grove, feeling even more severely injured and unable to move.

"Sigh, Junior Brother, you need to work harder. Otherwise, it'll be difficult to stay in the genius camp. If you have any questions about cultivation, you can come to me," Zhou Yuhao said, shaking his head and pulling him up.

In the distance, Little Dot's eyes flashed with a cold light, grinding his little tiger teeth. He could see that even when Zhou Yuhao was pulling Qing Feng up, he was secretly using force, injuring Qing Feng again. He was truly ruthless and despicable.

"Alright, let's stop here," someone from the genius camp couldn't bear to watch anymore and said.

"Junior brothers, if you have any questions, feel free to ask us," one of the geniuses said.

"Good!"

Over three thousand new disciples rushed forward, asking all kinds of questions.

Bai Yi Yu Feng was surrounded by the most people, a large group of girls chirping and asking him questions.

The other geniuses were also surrounded, including Xiao Tian, the silver-robed boy.

Over three thousand disciples asked all sorts of questions, from cultivation techniques to hidden secrets within the Heaven Mending Pavilion.

"It's rumored that Shi Yi has also arrived, as well as the Human Emperor's youngest daughter. Dozens of extraordinary geniuses have entered the Heaven Mending Pavilion. Why haven't they appeared?"

"Those people have special identities. There's even the offspring of ancient relics. It's hard for ordinary people to meet them. They've been taken away by a group of old monsters."

The place was bustling, with all the geniuses surrounded and patiently answering questions.

Half an hour later, chaos erupted in the distance, accompanied by screams. No one knew what had happened. Everyone turned to look and saw hundreds of new disciples in a frenzy, seemingly chasing someone.

"What's going on?" the geniuses wondered in surprise.

Soon, more people joined in, and the screams grew more intense.

"Isn't that Yuhao's voice?" someone in the genius camp exclaimed in surprise.

"Chase him! Don't let him get away! Make him tell us the whereabouts of that troublemaker kid!" A group of people were in a frenzy.

They saw Zhou Yuhao, hair disheveled and teeth flying, being violently beaten and then flung into the air. After hitting the ground, he didn't dare stop and kept fleeing.

Unfortunately, he got caught in the crowd.

"What's going on?" The genius camp members were stunned.

"Chase him! Make him reveal the troublemaker kid's whereabouts!" Little Dot shouted amidst the crowd, inciting chaos.

"That's Zhou Yuhao. How did he get involved with that troublemaker from the Virtual God Realm?" The genius camp members were bewildered.

Zhou Yuhao was so furious he spat blood. He had merely joked with some people, claiming he knew the whereabouts of the troublemaker kid from the Virtual God Realm. Then, a small figure punched him squarely in the face, causing his face to bloom with blood, and accused him of being an accomplice of the troublemaker.

Next, the little figure shouted, and a group of people, as if injected with adrenaline, swarmed over and beat him relentlessly. His teeth flew out.

"I must be the unluckiest person alive. It was just a joke. How could that little thing take it seriously? And how did they seize this opportunity so ruthlessly?" Zhou Yuhao was on the verge of madness.

The elders of the Heaven Mending Pavilion had said that anyone who discovered the whereabouts of the troublemaker kid or knew any clues about him could report to the sect and be promoted to core disciple.

The reward was enticing, but couldn't they verify the facts first? Zhou Yuhao spat blood as he fled in panic.

With so many people chasing him as if they were on steroids, even a genius like him couldn't stand it.

The worst part was that a little figure had first beaten his face to a pulp, then led a group to chase him, causing a bandwagon effect with hundreds of people joining in.

"Why do I have such a big mouth?" Zhou Yuhao fled wildly, inwardly wailing. But he felt that the little figure was even more shameless, seizing the opportunity so unscrupulously. What kind of misfortune is this?

Yesterday, I wrote five chapters until midnight. I woke up late today, so this chapter is also late. But don't worry, there won't be fewer chapters. There will be three chapters in total today. Let's strive together for the monthly vote ranking!

To be continued.