Chapter 77: Just Like That

"Skinny Monkey, why are you talking!"

Lu Sang frowned, patted the skinny boy's head, and gave him a look, indicating that someone was coming.

Then, smiling, he said to Lu Jing: "Brother, since you killed that wild brute bull, can you share some with us?"

"Sure," Lu Jing nodded, "50,000 per jin, take as much as you want."

"Fifty thousand per jin?"

Lu Sang's eye twitched; although the bull meat was pricey, its retail price was only a few thousand, but Lu Jing marked it up tenfold.

Just as he was deciding whether to buy some, the boy who had followed the firelight from afar arrived in front of the group.

"I'll take five jin."

The boy was tall and slender, wearing a sky‑blue tracksuit, with a pair of sunglasses hanging on his chest.

"Feng Xinglan? Why are you here?"

Lu Sang saw the newcomer clearly and jumped in shock.

Luckily he hadn't tried to snatch from Lu Jing just then; otherwise, if Feng Xinglan saw it, it wouldn't end well.

"Fine, go cut the meat yourself."

Lu Jing smiled, took the bank card Feng Xinglan handed over, and resumed his feast.

He earned the money without remorse; everyone who could come to the Genius Training Camp is either rich or noble, so tens of thousands mean nothing to them.

Lu Sang saw Feng Xinglan step forward to cut the meat, licked his lips, and handed over a bank card: "We'll take ten jin; there's 500,000 inside."

After speaking, he cut a large piece of meat and lit a fire a short distance away.

With Feng Xinglan stationed here, it was considerably safer.

After getting the meat, Feng Xinglan didn't leave; instead, he walked to Lu Jing's side as naturally as if he were cooking, asking for some seasoning.

Lu Jing's impression of the boy was good, so he took out a packet and tossed it over.

"Brother, watch out for those three over there."

Feng Xinglan mimicked Lu Jing, placing the beef on the fire.

"The leader, that guy named Lu Sang, roams with two henchmen stealing points; all three's points are consolidated under him, putting him second on the leaderboard."

"I guess he didn't act against you just now because, first, he couldn't gauge your strength, and second, with me here he dared not snatch, fearing gossip."

Finishing, Feng Xinglan lifted his head toward Lu Jing, hoping to see enlightenment and gratitude in his eyes.

But Lu Jing's eyes remained icy, even a bit disappointed.

"What a pity; I was waiting for them to make a move, and you came at the wrong time."

Feng Xinglan's face turned shocked at the words; the boy quickly finished the beef, clapped his hands, and walked into the distant darkness.

Outside the Huāngshén Cónglín.

Inside the makeshift camp.

Dong Ningxue sat in a wide chair, leafing through the trainee files for this camp.

Her water‑blue, silky hair fell loosely over her shoulders; apparently she had stayed up too long, she yawned, rubbed her sleepy eyes, stood up and stretched lazily.

The motion showcased her graceful figure perfectly, making the staff on duty in the control room swallow their saliva.

Across the table from Dong Ningxue, a petite girl lay on it like a sun‑bathing plush cat, her tiny feet dangling over the edge, swaying continuously.

Dong Ningxue gave the girl a displeased glance, walked to the table, removed the paper she had used to shield the light from her face, and pinched the girl's cheek.

She laughed, "Zhu Xingyao, I tell you, can you behave a bit? You're already twenty‑five, why are you still like a child..."

Zhu Xingyao raised a hand to block the harsh light, squinting, "Sister Dong, I came to assist you, but there's no task for me. Can I go back to sleep?"

"No!"

Dong Ningxue's slender, willow‑shaped eyebrows knit, her phoenix eyes exuding authority.

"I reviewed the Genius Training Camp roster again and picked out some key candidates. Check if I missed anyone for me."

"Alright, I'll check for you..."

Zhu Xingyao lazily sat up, taking the documents from Dong Ningxue.

After a while, Zhu Xingyao's mouth twitched, "Sister Dong, what criteria do you use to judge which trainees are worth cultivating?"

"Simple," Dong Ningxue said, extending a slender finger, "First, age must be low."

"Second, Blood Qi must be sufficiently abundant, at least above the Third Realm."

"Third, preferably a Talent Endowed; the ceiling for ordinary people and Talent Endowed differs vastly."

Speaking, Dong Ningxue grabbed several selected files from the nearby table, "For example, Feng family's Feng Xinglan, a noble scion, well‑known, with Blood Qi exceeding the Third Realm, and also a wind‑type Talent Endowed."

"By the way, Ye Shaohua isn't here this time; he's been replaced by another spiritual‑type Talent Endowed, I think named Hao Pengjie. You two should know each other, right?"

"Also the little girl from the Yao Clan Martial Arts Hall, her talent is similar to yours, boosting physical defense; at that level, almost no one can breach her guard."

Zhu Xingyao let out a startled cry, "Wow, there's another Talent Endowed like me; I look forward to meeting her. She must love being trained!"

Dong Ningxue was speechless, hand on her forehead, "Don't act recklessly. I intend to assign the trainee Yao Rong to you; your talents are similar, so you'll know its weaknesses. Your mission is to help her overcome them."

"As for Feng Xinglan and that Hao Pengjie, I'll handle them personally; I have some insights into using elemental talents."

After speaking, Dong Ningxue reclined in the chair, her fair index finger massaging her temples.

Zhu Xingyao spread the files, took out a person's photo and placed it before Dong Ningxue, laughing, "Sister Dong, didn't you count this person?"

"This trainee is extraordinary; she directly shattered Ye Shaohua's fire talent, even cut off one of his arms. Her Blood Qi is the strongest among this batch, and she has also grasped Fist Intent. Isn't that talent strong enough?"

"You mean Lu Jing?"

Dong Ningxue closed her eyes to rest, shook her head, "I've looked into him; his talent is indeed strong, but that's all there is."

"Blood Qi becomes harder to improve later; rapid early growth is normal. As for Fist Intent..."

"At such a young age, reaching that level of Fist Intent is rare, but Fist Intent is more like icing on the cake; once you reach higher realms, who would willingly take your punch?"

"Compare Feng Xinglan with Lu Jing: today Feng Xinglan may not match him, but in a few years, after Feng Xinglan reaches the Master Realm, he won't even see Feng Xinglan's silhouette..."

We are cultivating future talent this time; our vision needs to be more far-reaching......

Zhu Xingyao helplessly nodded, a bit disappointed as she put down Lu Jing's file, "Snow sis, what you said is indeed reasonable, it's a pity, I actually quite admire him."