Chapter 69: Exit, Scent of the Wind

Cao Yong didn't know much about the teacher, but he could feel that the teacher was very powerful. At the very least, he wasn't inferior to the training camp's Chief Instructor Dong Qingxue.

More importantly, Cao Yong's teacher was also a defense-type martial artist, just like him. The two of them were practically from the same lineage.

During this period, Cao Yong had been receiving pointers from the teacher every night. His strength had improved by leaps and bounds, and he couldn't believe it himself.

"The reason why I lost to Xia Lin last time was because I've never fought a spiritual master before, so I didn't know how they fought. If it's now, I might be able to beat her." Cao Yong was full of confidence.

His teacher had once said that people like them should have complete faith in their own defence and be fearless. Only then would they be able to unleash their full strength.

"What about Meng Jinhe? How's he doing?" Cao Yong asked again.

The boy quickly replied, "Meng Jinhe's training in the agility training room has reached 70% of the second stage. In terms of martial arts strength, he should be far from Level 3."

"Meng Jinhe is a problem …" Cao Yong frowned.

Agility-type martial artists were the most troublesome. He hadn't thought of a good way to deal with Meng Jinhe, but he would ask his teacher later. His teacher would definitely have a way.

Then, Cao Yong asked a few people in the training camp who were quite strong and had awakened their talents.

The boy answered one by one.

Finally, the boy hesitated and said, "Cao Yong, Lu Sheng from Baihe City is still the same. He doesn't go out except for eating every day, and he doesn't train …"

"Lu Sheng?"

Cao Yong was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head and said, "I almost would've forgotten that name if you hadn't mentioned it. Lu Sheng is of no concern, he's already crippled."

What could a person who cooped up in his room for more than a month be capable of? Treating him as an opponent would be the greatest insult to oneself.

…

"Current Result: Second Stage, 81% Completion."

Along with the pleasant notification, there was a burst of enthusiastic exclamations outside the agility technique room.

"Fuck, Jinhe is too strong. He improved by 11% from last time!"

"81% of the second stage, I didn't even reach 81% of the first stage."

"You think you can compare yourself to Jinhe?"

The handsome and slender Meng Jinhe smiled as he walked out of the Agility Training Room. What greeted him were gazes of worship, admiration, and amazement.

He enjoyed being surrounded.

"Jin He, you should be able to enter the third stage soon, right?"

Meng Jinhe pretended to think for a moment, then nodded. "It should be soon."

"As long as I enter the third stage, I won't be far from the record of the agility training room."

"Jin He is trying to set a new record in the training camp!" A boy said excitedly.

"Awesome!"

"He's my idol!"

Meng Jin He was all smiles, his face filled with pride and confidence.

Break a record?

Wasn't this an easy task?

Looking at the group of worshipping supporters in front of him, Meng Jinhe was secretly pleased. These people definitely didn't know that he had long been taken a liking by the Deputy Chief Instructor, Major Qin Shaojun.

He had been secretly cultivating himself. If the chief didn't recognize his talent and ability, why would he focus on nurturing him?

Wasn't this the greatest recognition for him? If he were to reveal this secret, the group of people in front of him would probably be shocked to death. It was better not to say it.

Just like the Deputy Chief Instructor said, it was better for a man to keep a low profile. Meng Jinhe thought proudly.

…

Xia Lin sat in a small, dark, sealed room.

The sound of something flying through the air was constantly heard in the room, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground.

When the light in the room was turned on, Xia Lin opened her eyes. She could see three cones the size of ping-pong balls floating around her like planets.

Beneath her feet, tennis balls with holes in the middle were strewn all over the ground.

Xia Lin's face was slightly pale, and her forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

The door opened, and Dong Qingxue walked in.

"Not bad. You're improving very quickly. You can already control three star cones. When you can control six, it means that you've officially entered the level of a Level One Spiritual Master …"

"Thank you, Chief Instructor. It's all because of your good guidance."

Xia Lin saw Dong Qingxue and quickly stood up to greet her.

Dong Qingxue looked at Charlene with a hint of approval in her eyes. She nodded and said, "It has to do with your talent and hard work."

After praising Xia Lin a few more times, Dong Qingxue suddenly frowned and said, "However, I noticed something. There seems to be a huge flaw in your spiritual will. What's going on? Has someone left you with any psychological trauma?"

Xia Lin was shocked. A handsome, cold, and terrifying side profile subconsciously appeared in her mind. She gritted her teeth and admitted, "Yes, Chief Instructor."

"A spiritual master's biggest taboo is a flaw in one's spiritual will. You have to take this seriously." Dong Qingxue said solemnly.

"Instructor, is there any way to fix this flaw?"

"It's simple."

Dong Qingxue said calmly, "Find the person who left the flaw, then defeat or kill them. The flaw will naturally disappear."

Defeat or kill?!

Xia Lin was shocked. She lowered her head and began to consider the possibility of achieving these two goals.

Dong Qingxue saw her hesitation and could not help but say, "You're now in a period of rapid growth. It's actually not difficult to achieve this."

Not difficult?

Xia Lin bit her lip. Conflict and fear flashed across her face. She heard that that terrifying person had been in a decadent state all this time.

If his strength remained at the same level, she might really be able to defeat him.

Perhaps …

"How is it?"

Dong Qingxue walked out of the room, leaving Xia Lin alone to think about the training. She bumped into Qin Shaojun, who was waiting at the door.

"Her talent is good, but her character still needs to be sharpened. She's too weak …" Dong Qingxue gave a fair evaluation.

"She's soft on the outside but tough on the inside. She can be taught slowly."

Qin Shaojun comforted her. Then, he said, "Is it too late for me to regret my decision?"

Dong Qingxue asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is Meng Jinhe's talent not good enough?"

Qin Shaojun smiled bitterly and said, "His talent is alright, but his character … Sigh, let's not talk about it."

Dong Qingxue said calmly, "Since you've already taught him, you might as well teach him until the end. It's only a month or two anyway. It'll be over if you grit your teeth …"

"Alright." Qin Shaojun was helpless.

"Oh, right."

Dong Qingxue suddenly thought of something. She looked at Qin Shaojun and said, "Lu Sheng … is he still the same?"

Qin Shaojun was stunned when he heard Dong Qingxue mention this name. He then nodded.

"He's still the same. He only goes out three times a day. Other than that, he stays in the dormitory. No one knows what he's doing in there."

"I shouldn't have told him that in the first place!" Dong Qingxue suddenly said resentfully.

She had told everyone during the assembly that she and Qin Shaojun would not interfere with anyone's cultivation methods. As long as they saw it fit, they could sleep in the dormitory every day and no one would care.

Who would have thought that someone would really sleep in the dormitory every day!

Most importantly, this person had performed the best in the entrance exam. She had rewarded him with a total of 1,000 points, ten times more than the other three! This amount of points was enough for him to sleep until the end of the training camp.

"He was such a good seedling. How did he end up like this …" Dong Qingxue shook her head and sighed regretfully.

Qin Shaojun could not help but ask, "Are you still using him as a whetstone?"

"Whetstone my ass!"

Dong Qingxue walked out without looking back. "Let him be. Teach Meng Jinhe well. Otherwise, Xia Lin will beat him up badly during the closed-door exam."

"Who's afraid of who!" Qin Shaojun shouted indignantly.

Then, he seemed to have thought of something and sighed softly.

Just as a certain person's name, glory, and oppression … gradually faded from everyone's sight, the door of a single dormitory in the training camp finally opened at a different time …

It opened quietly.

Sunlight shone through the branches of the tree in front of the dormitory and scattered on Lu Sheng's face.

Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes and stared at a pair of flower-tailed sparrows on a tree branch for a long time.

Lu Sheng only looked away when they flew away.

"It's been a month …" Lu Sheng sighed softly.

Compared to a month ago, Lu Sheng's figure was now more well-proportioned and upright. He had grown taller and his hair had grown longer. His skin was fairer and more delicate than a month ago, and his eyes were clearer and brighter.

His entire temperament seemed to have undergone some indescribable changes, but no one could pinpoint exactly where. In the past month, Lu Sheng had been completely immersed in cultivation.

Advanced Stellar Body Refinement Techinque, Advanced Natural Breathing Technique, Advanced Crystal Contemplation Method, and Advanced Divine Illumination Meditation Scripture!

He cultivated all four techniques at the same time until he finished all the Marrow Nourishing Pills in his hand. His cultivation progress slowed down slightly.

Only then did he stop.

How much stronger had Lu Sheng become in the past month?

No one knew.

Even Lu Sheng himself did not know.

"Now, I just want to find a place where I can properly test the growth of my strength …" Lu Sheng looked at his hands and muttered to himself.

Soon, he found it.

Lu Sheng lifted his feet and walked toward a certain location marked on the map of the base in his memory.

He was very fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Not only that, his breathing … It seemed to carry the scent of the wind.