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Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Newcomer
"It’s Lin Feng, that Ninth Grade Star, I don’t know who the instructor that took him away was." 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝘤𝘰𝑚
"I don’t know, but he offended the Seventh Prince, I guess no one dares to take him in."
"That’s what he deserves, just wasting his own good star."
"Exactly, considering who the Seventh Prince is, he should have looked at himself in the mirror before acting recklessly. Did he think being a Ninth Grade Star meant he could do whatever he wanted? Too young!"
Many people were gloating and kicking him while he was down. Most of them were merely around Seventh Grade Star, and they were more than thrilled to see Lin Feng, who was more talented than them, having a rougher time.
Lin Feng didn’t bother with them and queued up at the back of the line with Wang Shan.
Wang Shan turned to Lin Feng and smiled, "Even though the rewards are just some Two Stars herbs, they are still valuable and can help with enhancing your cultivation."
"Although our talent is lower than theirs, we shouldn’t belittle ourselves. Anything can happen in this place."
Lin Feng looked at Wang Shan, who was cheering him on, and nodded with a smile, thinking this guy was quite decent.
Wang Shan showed a simple and honest smile, but in the next moment, he was kicked flying by someone, so fast that Lin Feng didn’t even have time to react. All he heard was Wang Shan screaming, flying out of the line like a sandbag.
"Ha ha, isn’t that the good-for-nothing Wang Shan?"
"I was wondering why I smelled the scent of a loser from afar, so it was him."
"Look at his pathetic state, couldn’t even take a single kick. He must be the weakest Fifth Generation Disciple, right?"
Three teenagers, around seventeen years old, walked over, laughing loudly.
"What are you looking at? I’m your senior brother. A bunch of Sixth Generation Disciples with no manners, keep your tails between your legs and behave. Tonight, hand over your Storage Bags. If our boss Wolf is in a good mood, he might even protect you!"
Those Fifth Generation Disciples glared at a few Sixth Generation Disciples who were looking at them. All of them had a wolf’s head on their necks, indicating they were from the same organization.
"And you, Wang Shan, you haven’t paid last month’s protection fee yet. Are you looking for a beating?"
One of them walked up to Wang Shan, grabbed his hair, and slapped his face with a cold smile.
Wang Shan gasped in pain, "I, when did I owe you protection fees, I..."
Slap!
A slap made blood spurt from his mouth, "Boy, if I say you owe, then you owe. What, you think we wouldn’t dare touch you? Right, this Wang Shan, isn’t he that old beggar from Divine Wind Camp, always fishing with a broken rod?"
"Haha, yes, that old man, I heard he used to be a Chief Instructor, a very high status."
"Right, Hua Hu, be careful he might ask his teacher to come whip your butt with a fishing rod."
Hua Hu laughed loudly, his gaze landing on Wang Shan, "Truly a dump for useless people, a camp for bums. You, being that trash old man’s only disciple over so many years, seems like he’s got only you as a disciple this year too?"
"Indeed, they say a new loser joined this year, all of them trash."
Hua Hu shook his head, his face full of mockery: "Pathetic laughable ants."
With that, he moved to stomp on Wang Shan’s hand. If this blow landed, it would definitely shatter.
"I advise you to stop right there."
At this moment, a detached voice suddenly rang out.
Hua Hu was startled and turned around, only to see a younger guy looking at him indifferently.
"Lin Feng, don’t be impulsive. Let them beat me up; please don’t get into trouble with them on my account. Their leader is among the top ten disciples of the Fifth Generation in the White Tiger Camp!"
Wang Shan’s expression changed, and he immediately spoke anxiously.
Hua Hu pondered for a moment and then seemed to realize something, revealing an interested expression: "Lin Feng? Could you be that new Sixth Generation Disciple taken in by that beggar?"
"What? He is that great talent, Lin Feng?"
"Haha, so it’s him, no wonder he stands with Wang Shan. They indeed make a fine match."
Those Fifth Generation Disciples all burst out laughing.
"Waste? Are you talking about yourselves?" Lin Feng said lightly.
"Hmm?"
Hua Hu frowned, "Kid, you seem very unconvinced."
Lin Feng shrugged his shoulders, "Let him go and kneel down to apologize to him. Seeing as I’ve just arrived, I won’t lay a hand on you."
Silence, a deadly silence fell, as both Sixth and Fifth Generation Disciples looked at Lin Feng incredulously.
"This Lin Feng is too arrogant. He just got to Divine Wind Camp and is already clashing with Fifth Generation Disciples, who have several more years of cultivation than us. Even if Lin Feng is a Ninth Grade Star, he surely can’t overcome them!"
"Yes, those Fifth Generation Disciples might not be particularly strong, but they are martial masters at the Ninth Layer Peak; how could Lin Feng possibly be a match!"
"This is called arrogance, it’s called overestimating oneself!!"
A group of Sixth Generation Disciples sneered, mocking Lin Feng while he was down.
However, the faces of Hua Hu and the Fifth Generation Disciples turned ashen. Then they exchanged looks and all revealed menacing, wolf-like grins.
"Interesting, every year there are some tough nuts. I heard that your Sixth Generation has a Seventh Prince. Seventh Prince is fine since he is a royal disciple and also a Ninth Grade Star, but I don’t understand where you, assigned to that beggar, get the audacity to be arrogant in front of me?"
This matter of Lin Feng being a Ninth Grade Star was known only among the Sixth Generation Disciples.
Lin Feng calmly said, "One word, kneel or not. If you don’t kneel, I don’t mind making you kneel." Wang Shan is a good guy who treats Lin Feng warmly; how could Lin Feng stand by and watch him being humiliated in front of him?
"Arrogant! I want to see today how you’re going to make me kneel!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Hua Hu bellowed and a Seventh Grade Tiger Patterned Star appeared behind him. Suddenly, a series of Tiger Roars burst from his mouth, and he grabbed toward Lin Feng’s forehead.
The strength of this strike was nearly nineteen hundred jin, easily capable of smashing a person’s skull to pieces.
Seeing this, a fleeting chill flashed through Lin Feng’s eyes, readying himself to act.
Stop!
Just then, a low shout came along with a powerful aura that repelled Hua Hu. Everyone looked over and quickly showed respectful expressions.
The person arriving was one of the Chief Instructors, wearing blue.
He glanced at Hua Hu and Lin Feng, furrowing his brow, "Hua Hu, what are you doing here?"
