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Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Uncle Ming
"Let me tell you, stop dreaming in this lifetime. Playing the pig to eat the tiger? In my eyes, you are indeed a pig, and I am not some tiger but a dragon, do you know what that means? I am a Flood Dragon Star, a distant relative of the dragon. Sooner or later, I shall become an unparalleled powerhouse."
Lin Feng simply listened and found it laughable. A flood dragon is a flood dragon, a dragon is a dragon; though similar, they are entirely different creatures, not even close to being a lesser dragon. Yet, Yu Wen Tuo dared spout such nonsensical ignorance before him, a true possessor of the Dragon Star—how utterly ridiculous.
Yu Wen Tuo continued sneering, "To tell the truth, your talent is indeed not bad. Had you chosen to be my dog earlier, I would have allowed you the glory and riches beyond measure, and you could have become a pillar of the Hu Ben Country. But now, you insist on opposing me. What, do you also wish to compete for the spotlight with me? This time, I really want to see who among the instructors dares choose you!"
The master leads the disciple to the door, but cultivation depends on the individual.
Though that may be the case, an instructor, being an Earth Martial Master, will always lead the way in cultivation, and their guidance can often help clear confusions, even opening new thoughts profoundly.
"That’s my business, no need for you to worry," Lin Feng replied indifferently.
Yu Wen Tuo, seeing Lin Feng still clinging to his pride, scoffed coldly, too lazy to argue.
Before long, three figures appeared. All men, each with an exceptionally profound aura, mighty as tigers, all clearly Chief Instructors of the Divine Wind Camp. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Despite their busy schedules, they dropped everything upon hearing that two Ninth Grade Stars had appeared, rushing here immediately.
"So, these are the two Ninth Grade Stars?"
One of them, sporting a goatee, glanced at Lin Feng and Yu Wen Tuo with piercing eyes and nodded.
"Both have great presence and solid foundations. Well then, which of you is the Seventh Prince?"
Yu Wen Tuo glanced disdainfully at Lin Feng, then stepped forward, "That’s me."
He slightly restrained his speech, refraining from referring to himself in the third person.
"Hmm, not bad. I am a direct disciple of the Iron Spear Divine Marquis; you can call me Hulan Bo. Come with me."
Hulan Bo stated calmly.
Yet, Yu Wen Tuo countered, "Are you the strongest? I only want the strongest instructor."
To his surprise, Hulan Bo did not get angry but burst into laughter, "I am the Chief Combat Instructor of the Divine Wind Camp. What do you think?"
With that, Yu Wen Tuo said no more and followed Hulan Bo.
Only Lin Feng was left behind.
The two other Chief Instructors exchanged glances, hesitating as they had just learned that there was some complicated friction between Lin Feng and Yu Wen Tuo.
"Let’s leave it to Old Master Hai; that old man might be interested in this kid. We’d best not interfere."
Nodding to each other, the two left, leaving Lin Feng behind.
Thirty-eight disciples of the Divine Wind Camp, thirty-seven had already gone with their respective instructors for training, leaving only Lin Feng who still hadn’t found an instructor, as if he were unwanted trash.
If it had been any other youth, he would probably feel shame and humiliation, feeling out of place, but Lin Feng remained utterly calm.
Truthfully, he wasn’t looking for an instructor to learn any new skills, but merely to find a sufficiently influential protector for his current self.
The four main instructors were obviously not of high enough rank, so Lin Feng did not care, but now, these chief instructors still seem somewhat hindered by the fact that Yu Wen Tuo did not choose him.
"I didn’t expect Hulan Bo to choose Yu Wen Tuo as his disciple, this is different from before."
Lin Feng furrowed his brows, Hulan Bo, the combat chief instructor of the Divine Wind Camp, although a chief instructor, also had specific job distinctions, such as Qing Yi who, although also a chief instructor, was responsible for handling some miscellaneous tasks and occasionally teaching some unconventional weapons like hooks and claws.
And Hulan Bo, the direct disciple of the Iron Spear Divine Marquis, specializes in combat training, his strength can be said to be the strongest among the chief instructors.
Lin Feng originally wanted to choose him as his own instructor, but obviously, the other party simply ignored him.
"This doesn’t look good. Inside the Divine Wind Camp, it seems no one can suppress this Hulan Bo, except for Iron Spear Divine Marquis himself, but the Divine Marquis is elusive, never showing himself, now Yu Wen Tuo is likely to become incredibly arrogant."
Lin Feng furrowed his brows, at this moment, a cursing voice came from afar.
"I’m telling you, I, Hai Ming, am a genius, I’m not someone who would just take any trash as a disciple, don’t you think about stuffing trash at me."
"Don’t worry, Uncle Ming, that person is a Ninth Grade Star, with great talent."
"Why don’t you few kids take him away, instead thinking of leaving him to this old man?"
Not long after, two figures appeared in Lin Feng’s sight, one of them was a disheveled old man, looking like a drunk bachelor.
Next to him was Qing Yi, who was speaking something at the moment.
"Hey, are you that Lin Feng who no one wants?"
The messy old man saw Lin Feng, sizing him up and down, while Lin Feng was also assessing him.
But in his heart, he was puzzled, who was this old man, he had no impressions of this person at all.
"Let me see your Star."
The messy old man said.
Lin Feng complied, as he showed the Ninth Grade War Giant Elephant Star, the old man’s eyes clearly shook slightly, although very subtle, Lin Feng noticed it and immediately felt that this old man was not simple.
Although this old man does not have any imposing appearance of a strong man, completely lacking any ferocious aura, unlike Hulan Bo who, although not deliberately releasing his aura, spoke with a breath that could be said to devour miles like a tiger.
But this old man appeared ordinary, even Lin Feng was puzzled in his heart, however, seeing how Qing Yi treated this old man with utmost respect, he was probably not a simple person.
"Uncle Ming, what do you think?" Qing Yi cautiously asked.
Uncle Ming?
Why did Lin Feng feel like he had heard this name somewhere, but he just couldn’t remember it at the moment.
"It’s passable, since no one wants him, then this little guy will follow me," Uncle Ming said.
He then waved his hand at Lin Feng, signaling for him to follow.
Seeing this, Lin Feng reluctantly acquiesced and followed Uncle Ming for a long journey.
Eventually, they directly entered the mountains, this left Lin Feng speechless, other instructors lived in modest buildings, yet this old man lived in such a remote mountainside.
