Zhou Yuhao screamed in agony, blood dripping from his mouth, his face ashen as he fled desperately. With so many people attacking him, surrounded by a web of runes and flashing light, he was being beaten relentlessly.
Even a genius like him was not enough to withstand the onslaught of hundreds of the strongest youths from various tribes. His nose and mouth were bleeding, his hair was disheveled, and he was in a wretched state.
Usually arrogant and dismissive, Zhou Yuhao considered these ordinary disciples beneath him. Although he never showed it, he harbored disdain. Now, however, he was being mercilessly beaten by them.
The hundreds of youths from the tribes were roaring and surging like a flood, overwhelming him. Zhou Yuhao shouted, "I really don’t know, I have nothing to do with him!"
But who would believe him? Just moments ago, he had been fiercely confronting them and had claimed to know the whereabouts of the 'bear child.' Many had heard him say so, and if he wasn’t involved, why was he fleeing?
Zhou Yuhao cursed furiously, thinking he could not escape his fate of being beaten to death. It was as if no amount of clearing his name would help.
"Brothers, catch him and interrogate him slowly," someone shouted.
However, Zhou Yuhao’s combat abilities were formidable. Despite being heavily injured and unable to escape, he was still holding on and fighting back fiercely.
"Bang!"
A small, rune-formed handprint struck his left rib, and Zhou Yuhao was hit like a lightning strike. His body was thrown through the air with a scream, and the force of the rune-made handprint was so terrifying that it shattered his left rib.
He fell to the ground and was immediately buried under a crowd of people. They kicked him furiously while he protected his head and vital areas.
"Roar!"
Zhou Yuhao’s cries were almost inhuman, like a beast’s wail. His teeth flew out as he was stomped and beaten, leaving him utterly powerless.
"This can’t go on; Yuhao will die like this," someone from the genius camp said quietly.
Although they were far away and separated by hundreds or even thousands of people, they could still vaguely see Zhou Yuhao collapsing and knew he would certainly lose his life if this continued.
It wasn’t just a few people attacking but hundreds, and even the trampling alone was enough to turn him into a pulp.
"Boom!"
Runes flickered and sounds like waterfalls filled the air, deafening everyone. The two closest to Zhou Yuhao, who had the best relationship with him, leaped into action. They used their powerful techniques to clear the path, instantly sending many people flying.
In a split second, over a dozen youths coughed up blood, unable to stand and collapsing to the ground.
For a brief moment, the scene was quiet, which did indeed have a deterrent effect. The two saw this and relaxed slightly, their faces cold, as they quickly moved in, attacking again and sending another dozen people flying.
"The disciples of the Genius Camp are bullying the newcomers. We came from the tribes to the Patching Heaven Pavilion, not to be mistreated. Unite and resist!" shouted the small figure among the crowd.
Immediately, countless people were enraged. Having just witnessed the two coolly take down twenty to thirty new disciples, the expressions of arrogance, indifference, and contempt on their faces were evident to all.
"Are they bullying us just because we are new? They beat us up directly, and we need to make them pay back for our injured brothers!"
"What's so great about the Genius Camp? Do they think they can dominate just because they came earlier? Beat those arrogant bastards!"
The place was in turmoil. This was no longer hundreds but thousands of people surging forward in a frenzy, with runes flying everywhere, attacking together.
The two figures were immediately alarmed. The deterrent effect was not working, and they too were engulfed in the tide of people. Surrounded by dazzling lights, the combined attacks of the crowd were terrifying and overwhelming.
"Ah, poof!"
Soon, the two were beaten so badly that they were spitting blood.
"Bang! Bang!"
In an instant, two mysterious rune-formed small hands appeared and slapped directly onto them. Bones in their bodies broke instantly, their combat strength plummeting as they were swallowed up by the crowd.
At this point, the small figure had achieved his goal and retreated. He was the one who had instigated the chaos, landed the first punch, and struck hard at the crucial moment.
Now that Zhou Yuhao and the other two were lost in the crowd, he quickly withdrew, feeling that the matter was satisfactorily concluded. Good riddance; they should fend for themselves.
"Roar!"
As the beating continued, the three were howling in agony, begging for mercy, but to no avail.
The Genius Camp disciples frowned. This could lead to serious trouble; the three were either about to be incapacitated or killed. The onlookers exchanged glances, with some going to find elders, while others moved forward to rescue the three.
"The Genius Camp is bullying us. They may have seemed polite before, but now it’s clear they were just pretending. They’ve shown their true colors and want to fight us!"
A loud cry echoed, and the area became chaotic. Over three thousand new disciples surged forward, with runes falling like raindrops, sending the geniuses flying.
The small figure was stunned. He had only pushed things along a bit, not expecting it to escalate so much. He quickly slipped away.
The Genius Camp side was also furious. Many were glowing with power, preparing to use powerful techniques to sweep away the newly arrived disciples and show them what a true genius is.
Yu Feng frowned. If this confrontation continued, it might lead to a large-scale conflict. It was uncertain who would suffer the most. He wanted to stop it but knew it would be futile.
"Boom!"
The clash of runes began. Storms erupted in the air, forming a blazing light strong enough to shatter several peaks.
"Stop!"
A commanding voice rang out. A golden-skinned gourd appeared in the void, glowing yellow and emitting warm light. It absorbed all the runes and the blazing storm that could destroy a mountain, taking everything into its mouth.
Everyone was astonished, feeling a terrifying aura. The gourd had only one rune flickering, as if it were creating the world, causing all beings to tremble. A hint of chaotic energy seemed to spread.
Eventually, the golden gourd shrank, the rune disappeared, and it spun around in the elder’s hand, now the size of a palm. It landed in the hand of the elder who had originally sat in front of the mountain gate.
At this moment, with a stern expression and no smile, he said sternly, "Those who led this disturbance will face three years of isolation."
The small figure, who was about to slip out of the crowd, perked up his ears at these words and quickly rejoined the crowd. Standing out would make him seem too out of place; better to go with the flow.
The elder’s gaze was intimidating as he swept over all the disciples, inwardly lamenting. Recruiting three thousand disciples had indeed led to major problems, with internal strife breaking out.
Soon, several elders appeared, each sweating nervously, especially Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun, who were incredibly frustrated. Since this year’s new recruits had arrived, nothing had gone smoothly.
They began investigating the situation, only to find there were no main instigators, just a few unlucky individuals.
Zhou Yuhao had nearly all his bones broken, and the other two were also heavily injured, almost incapacitated. It would take months of medicinal treatment to recover.
Most people were just following along blindly, not actually intending to start a riot.
"Why did you say you knew where the bear child was?" Elder Zhuo Yun pointed at Zhou Yuhao, who was lying on the ground, furious and scolding him harshly, almost ready to say "serves you right."
Zhou Yuhao was filled with grievance. He knew he had a big mouth, but that small figure who couldn't even be clearly seen was even worse. It was so unfair—why didn’t he ask questions first instead of just landing a heavy punch right away?
At the same time, he was puzzled. As a genius, how could he be beaten so badly by a small figure, almost to the point of losing consciousness, with no way to dodge? He was too embarrassed to voice this doubt, fearing it would make him look foolish.
There were no so-called instigators of the disturbance, so the three-year isolation punishment was off the table. The elder holding the golden gourd waved his sleeve and left.
"You really pissed me off!" Elders Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun roared, and it took them half an hour to put away their "Hound Demon Technique" and leave angrily.
As the commotion subsided, the small figure winked at Qingfeng in the distance, smiling.
Qingfeng’s mouth dropped open in shock. She almost cried out. The scale of the commotion was incredible, and it was all caused by this young master—how terrifying!
A group of young men and women arrived, all over twenty years old, having been in the Patching Heaven Pavilion for over eight years, with astonishing strength. They were responsible for handling the aftermath, explaining the rules about disciples not fighting amongst themselves, and treating the wounded.
"Senior Brother, do you know what kind of treasure that gourd the old man had was? It was really amazing. Where did it come from?" The small figure asked curiously.
"Little fatty, you're always so curious. Don't bother thinking about that kind of thing. You’re asking where it was obtained—do you want to go pick one yourself?" A friendly senior brother laughed.
"If there really was such a gourd, I would go pick one. It was truly useful," the small figure said, leaving the young senior brother speechless.
A few beautiful young women nearby chuckled, covering their mouths. One of them, a beautiful senior sister, said with a smile, “Little fatty, don’t dwell on it. That’s a treasure of our Patching Heaven Pavilion, produced by our spirit offerings. Do you still want to go and pick one?”
“Ah!” The small figure was astonished. It turned out that the Patching Heaven Pavilion’s spirit offering was a gourd vine. How mysterious!
The commotion died down, and several days passed.
No one bothered Qingfeng anymore, allowing him to focus on his cultivation. This made the small figure feel at ease, and he began exploring and familiarizing himself with the Patching Heaven Pavilion.
This area was truly vast. Just the places where disciples practiced had hundreds of spiritual mountains, while each elder and high-ranking official occupied a grand ancient mountain.
Additionally, there were many mysterious places that resembled primitive wastelands, off-limits to disciples, and even more expansive.
“That’s the Holy Courtyard,” the small figure said, gazing into the distance. He saw an expanse of misty chaos.
“Hmm, there’s someone there,” he was startled to see. The Holy Courtyard was enveloped in auspicious clouds, making it impossible to see any buildings. Only a path leading to the end of the chaos was visible.
On that path was a young man walking steadily, step by step, giving an indescribable feeling, as if merging with the heavens and earth, resonating with the great Dao.
However, though he walked forward, the path seemed endless, never reaching its end.
“Shi Yi,” the small figure murmured.
He believed that the person must be the powerful Shi Yi, a being renowned among his peers as near-divine.
“He keeps walking as if he has been walking for days but never reaches the end of the path,” the small figure pondered. Indeed, the ancient Holy Courtyard was mysterious.
The vast expanse, with only the path visible and the rest shrouded in chaos, seemed to indicate that Shi Yi was constantly on the path. Although it appeared he was moving forward, he never seemed to make any progress.
“This path is not simple. Even from here, I can feel a rumbling of the great Dao. Although he has not yet entered the ancient Holy Courtyard, walking this path alone is immensely beneficial.”
The small figure spoke to himself, and after contemplating seriously for a long time, he felt he needed to work harder. Otherwise, he might be left behind by Shi Yi.
Chapter 2 is complete. Now to continue writing Chapter 3. Let’s push this month; everyone, please support me with your votes!
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