Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Help Me Teach Lu Jing a Lesson

Lu Jing lowered his head and looked at his chest; there was nothing there.

His Second‑Realm Martial Artist badge had arrived when he returned from the Huāngshén Cónglín, but he left it at home and forgot to wear it.

He wasn't the type who liked to show off; the martial artist badge meant little to him.

Lu Jing ignored the youths' discussion, his expression lazy, and walked to the end of the line, silently joining the queue.

Of the people he could see now, they could be called geniuses, but they weren't impressive enough for Lu Jing.

"If all the opponents are like this, the coming days will be rather dull......"

Meanwhile, inside the Feng family training ground in Dongchuan Province.

Patriarch Feng Jianye watched the flickering figure ahead, a faint satisfied smile appearing on his face.

"That's about it; it's time to report."

As Feng Jianye spoke, the flickering silhouette abruptly halted, revealing a blue‑haired youth.

The youth took off his dark glasses, exposing a pair of deep‑blue pupils; a gentle breeze constantly brushed him, lingering around him.

He was indeed the young master of the Feng family in Dongchuan Province, Feng Xinglan.

"Dad, my Wind Walking Step is already taking shape!"

Feng Xinglan panted heavily, pointing to the testing device standing beside the training ground, which displayed a speed of 100 km per hour.

"Not bad. When I was your age, the Wind Walking Step had just been at its introductory stage," Feng Jianye said with a smile, nodding, then produced a blood‑drawing needle, taking a drop of fresh blood from Feng Xinglan's finger and placing it into the handheld device.

"Drop! Blood Qi 49.98 cal!"

"My good son, it wasn't in vain that I spent so much money buying you that premium Dan Medicine! The standard Blood Qi for a Third‑Realm Martial Artist is 40 cal; you've exceeded it by nearly 10 cal, and with your Talent Endowed wind‑type speed advantage, an ordinary Third‑Realm Martial Artist..."

Feng Jianye shook his head and continued, "No, even an ordinary Fourth‑Realm Warrior wouldn't be your match!"

Feng Xinglan's face lit with excitement as he threw several consecutive punches into the air, instantly producing a burst of explosive sound, like thunder striking a clear sky.

"Dad, with my current strength, would joining the genius training camp be overkill?"

Feng Jianye frowned, replying irritably, "Don't be so arrogant; geniuses with your level are countless. If you find it easy, go claim a top spot and make your old man proud!"

Meanwhile, in a certain martial hall, a sturdy girl clad in a sweat shirt was holding a horse stance, while several burly men wielding iron rods continuously struck at her.

Yet the girl neither cried out in pain nor flinched; instead, she wore a look of enjoyment.

"Put some force into it, are you guys not eating?"

The girl frowned and said discontentedly.

Hearing that, the burly men immediately pressed harder; the thick‑bore iron rods struck the girl, emitting a buzzing sound like clashing swords.

The flesh on the girl seemed as if forged from steel, causing the men's knuckles to go numb from the shock.

"Alright, that's enough for today; I'm heading out."

The girl stood up and exhaled a puff of foul air.

She then lunged forward, her elbow smashing into a human‑shaped cement stake.

Boom!

The cement stake, as thick as a water bucket, shattered into pieces from her strike, the scattered fragments flying like bullets.

"Good!"

At that moment, an elderly man with completely white hair stepped in from the doorway, clapping and cheering.

"Master, why have you come here!"

The girl quickly stood properly and performed a standard clasp‑fist salute.

The elder stroked his flowery white beard, smiling, "Kexin, your Barbarian Bull Technique has progressed; it's now cultivated to the invulnerable realm, though its agility still lacks a bit."

"Thank you for the praise, Master; I will keep working hard!"

Yao Kexin's large eyes curved into crescents as she cheerfully said, "Master, the provincial genius training camp has started; I'm about to set off."

The elder nodded, "Go then; it's a good chance to spar with peers of your age, and to hone your speed, which is your shortcoming. If possible, bring back first place."

"Yes, disciple will not disappoint the master!"

Yao Kexin, brimming with confidence, patted her booming chest, causing the nearby burly men to stare wide‑eyed.

Upon hearing Yao Kexin's pledge, the elder did not rejoice; instead, he frowned, "Kexin, don't be careless. This time there are many minor monsters, including the Feng family's Talent Endowed one, and I heard the military's spiritual‑type Talent Endowed also went."

"Both will curb your reckless training; remember not to overexert!"

"Master, aren't you just boosting others' morale while diminishing your own prestige? Even if my speed lags, as long as my strength remains, they can't hurt me!"

The elder sighed, said nothing more, patted the girl's head, and left.

Inside the Dongchuan Province Martial Association, a youth stood still, two cold‑glinting blades hovering beside him.

Not far ahead, a murderous tiger demon lay in ambush.

Seizing the moment, the tiger demon opened its foul, gaping maw and lunged at the youth.

Yet the youth remained perfectly still, suddenly opening his closed eyes.

In the next instant, the hovering blades sliced through the tiger demon's body like a sudden storm.

Within moments, the tiger demon's body was riddled with holes, it collapsed to the ground and ceased to live.

The youth spread his right hand, and the two blades spun back into his grasp.

At that moment, a sliding sound came from behind the youth; he flicked his wrist, sending the blades flying again.

Yet a panicked voice rang out, "Cousin, it's me!"

The youth turned and saw a red‑haired man wrapped in bandages seated in a wheelchair, being pushed inside.

"Cousin Hao Pengjie, it's me, Ye Shaohua!"

Ye Shaohua jumped at the hovering blades; in his current state he possessed little combat ability, and the weapons could end his life at any moment.

"What are you here for?"

Hao Pengjie frowned, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

Ye Shaohua pretended not to notice the slight impatience in Hao Pengjie's tone, smiling and said: "Cousin, I have a slot opened up in the genius training camp; do you want to go?"

"Genius training camp?" Hao Pengjie's eyes lit up at the words. The military only had one slot, originally meant for Ye Shaohua, but Ye Shaohua was badly injured by Lu Jing, so the slot opened up.

"Yes, if you're interested, I'll give you the slot."

"Conditions?"

Ye Shaohua was slightly taken aback, not expecting Hao Pengjie to speak so bluntly, then he shook his head and smiled: "Cousins don't talk about conditions, but if you're willing, you can help me teach someone a lesson."

"Sure," Hao Pengjie nodded, "is it the person who injured you?"

"Yes, his name is Lu Jing, and he's also in this training camp's slot."

When Ye Shaohua mentioned Lu Jing's name, he gritted his teeth in hatred.