Demon Dragon Mad God

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Strong or Trash?

Moving forward, a small grass hut enclosed by a simple fence appeared. Beside the hut, there were several plots of vegetable fields where a youth in short clothes was laboriously digging the ground, drenched in sweat.

Lin Feng glanced over and immediately grasped the youth’s basic aura. The youth was about eighteen years old, yet his cultivation was only at Martial Master Third Layer, which could be considered quite mediocre. In the Divine Wind Camp, it definitely ranked on the lower end.

"Master, you’re back, and this is..." the youth in short clothes panted heavily.

"This is your junior brother, from now on he will help you dig together," the old man waved his hand dismissively and took a wine gourd as he left, paying no attention to Lin Feng.

"Junior brother?" The youth looked at Lin Feng with a strange expression, and after the old man walked away, he whispered, "Did you offend someone?"

Hearing this, Lin Feng already sensed that he might have fallen into a trap of some sort.

"Why would you say that?" Lin Feng asked.

The youth in short clothes sighed, "It’s a long story. Actually, our teacher is also an instructor of the Divine Wind Camp, and reportedly, he’s quite an old one. Many of the Fifth Generation Disciples had already found our teacher here when they arrived. Some privately say he might have been one of the First Generation instructors."

The Divine Wind Camp is such that students and disciples alike are categorized into six generations, from low to high—First Generation, Second Generation, Third Generation—now all of them have graduated, and most are serving in the military.

The same is true for the Chief Instructors, though not as numerous as the students. Up to now, there have been four generations. For example, the four main instructors are from the Fourth Generation, while several Chief Instructors like Hulan Bo in green clothing are from the Third Generation.

"When our mentor came here to be a Chief Instructor, Hulan Bo was just a guy about our age. Logically, our teacher should be a powerful figure, but that’s not the case at all. No one knows what happened, but somehow he ended up like this. I was curious before and asked around, but people didn’t know much. Only that our teacher..." he glanced around left and right, "is a complete good-for-nothing."

"Good-for-nothing?" Lin Feng frowned. Second Generation, Third Generation, these weren’t just different numerically—they also represented a different hierarchy and seniority. By rights, his power should have been even stronger than that of Hulan Bo.

"At first, I didn’t believe it. How could a Chief Instructor of the Divine Wind Camp, especially one from the First Third Generation, be a good-for-nothing?"

"But it was after I arrived that I believed. You’ve also noticed, my cultivation talent isn’t great, no instructors were willing to take me in. In the end, it was the teacher who took me here, and I’ve been here for three years. Over these years, my cultivation hasn’t progressed at all. It’s either digging the ground or carrying water every day; the teacher hasn’t taught me anything about cultivation. I was discontent and asked him, but the teacher just said that other than farming and drinking, he can’t do anything else and has nothing to teach me. Anyway, those people laugh at me when they see me, they even say that this place of my teacher’s is the ’Recycling Station for Good-for-nothings.’ They even gave us a nickname..." he paused, "They call it the ’Straw-Bale Camp!’"

Speaking straightforwardly with a sigh, the youth patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, comforting him, "Alright, now that you’re here, make the best of it. Don’t be disheartened, although you won’t learn any skills, the teacher is a good person; at the very least, you won’t starve. Take today to rest, I can handle the digging by myself."

"Right, my name is Wang Shan, and you?" the youth asked enthusiastically.

"Lin Feng."

"Alright, Lin Feng, you rest for now. I’ll take you around later to familiarize you with the place." Wang Shan patted Lin Feng’s shoulder and continued digging with his hoe.

Lin Feng sat down on the side, looking around. He actually had no idea about this small grass hut within the Divine Wind Camp before this.

"Ming Uncle, why does that name sound familiar but I just can’t remember it? Well, this time, I must regard it as a miscalculation on my part. Truly, man’s schemes are inferior to those of heaven," Lin Feng sat on a large rock watching Wang Shan dig like a farmwife, unable to help but frown. He was not here to dig for others.

Before long, Wang Shan finished his task, changed clothes, and took Lin Feng around for a tour. In fact, Lin Feng was more familiar with the place than Wang Shan, but he couldn’t resist the latter’s enthusiasm.

"Lin Feng, our Divine Wind Camp is actually divided into four parts, named after the four divine spirits. Among them, the Azure Dragon Tent is the strongest, which you have probably seen before. Besides, above the four main instructors, there are a few Chief Instructors, and above them, is the Iron Spear Divine Marquis. Your participation in the Divine Wind Camp must have been attracted by the fame of the Iron Spear Divine Marquis," Wang Shan said as they went downhill.

Lin Feng nodded. This statement was true.

"But it’s a pity. Oh, what Star are you? How did you end up with our teacher? Even if it is a Ninth Grade Star, you shouldn’t be here. By the way, to be honest, I’m a Fifth Grade Star, considered the worst of my batch back then, and nobody wanted me. That’s how I ended up here," Wang Shan said helplessly.

Lin Feng didn’t know how to respond; he was a Ninth Grade Star, yet he too had been sent here.

Seeing Lin Feng not speaking, Wang Shan thought Lin Feng probably had a Star grade similar to his own, and so didn’t continue on the topic, deliberately shifting it.

"By the way, now the Divine Wind Camp already has Fifth Generation Disciples; your batch is considered Sixth Generation. I came here three years earlier than you, as part of the Fifth Generation. From now on, don’t call me senior brother, just call me Wang Shan. Since it’s just you and me under our master, there is no need for such complicated formalities."

"Additionally, there are many organizations within the Divine Wind Camp. The Sixth Generation has just arrived and also has the fewest people in history, barely more than thirty, so you might not have any yet. However, we Fifth Generation have quite a few. Later on, I’ll specifically tell you which major organizations you absolutely must not provoke," Wang Shan took it upon himself to explain many things, seeing Lin Feng as a newcomer who knew nothing.

"Oh, right, today is your first day joining the Divine Wind Camp; you can go and receive some initiation rewards. Consider it a welcoming gift," Wang Shan recalled something and immediately took Lin Feng to the Internal Affairs Hall.

Although it is just a camp, the Divine Wind Camp can be said to be small but complete in every aspect.

All the necessary facilities were available; the Internal Affairs Hall specializes in handling everything related to the disciples.

When Lin Feng arrived, there were already more than a dozen people in line, all of them Sixth Generation Disciples, that is, from the same batch as Lin Feng.

Upon spotting Lin Feng, they all looked over.