With that in mind, Lin Feng gradually beca more open-minded and began to accept the fact.
"Wang Shan, is our teacher not here every day? I haven’t seen him co back to stay."
Lin Feng asked with curiosity while digging the ground.
Wang Shan wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Well, I don’t know, I barely see him anyway."
Hearing this, Lin Feng didn’t ask further. After finishing digging, Wang Shan went back to cultivate, and Lin Feng sat down inside the house, "I should get a Divine Wind Camp disciple token first, so I can enter and leave Divine Wind Camp freely in the future."
The Divine Wind Camp was not completely closed off; disciples within the camp could co and go as they pleased, of course, with an identity token.
Most disciples wouldn’t bother going out without a reason, as their daily training schedule was packed. Aside from cultivating, they would sleep, leaving little free ti.
Thinking this, Lin Feng set off for the Internal Affairs Hall.
He found that there were already so disciples taking care of affairs, most of them were Fourth Generation Disciples chatting with each other.
"Lin Feng?"
Lin Feng was surprised to hear soone call his na and turned to look, only to discover it was Yang Min.
She appeared to have finished training, with so sweat on her forehead. Lin Feng couldn’t help but ask curiously, "What are you doing here?"
Yang Min shrugged, "I finished my training tasks, ca to get an identity token, by the way, Lin Feng, speaking of which, which tent are you in?"
Lin Feng said, "None of the tents."
Yang Min made a sound in recognition, although sowhat curious about Lin Feng’s response, she didn’t ask further.
"Eh, isn’t that Lin Feng?"
At this mont, a cold voice ca over. Lin Feng turned to look and imdiately frowned; the person was none other than Hao Hai, the martial artist from Chen Country who had pledged allegiance to Yu Wen Tuo.
Hao Hai gave Yang Min a glance, and since she always presented herself as a male to outsiders, the only ones who knew she was actually a girl were Lin Feng and her two brothers.
"From the Vermilion Bird Tent?"
Hao Hai glanced at a small seal on Yang Min’s neck and said indifferently. In Divine Wind Camp, which was part of the military, there was a rule that those who joined certain special camps had to be branded with a seal on their body. This was for identification if they were to die on the battlefield and their bodies were unrecognizable.
"The White Tiger Tent?"
Yang Min blurted out when she saw the seal on the back of Hao Hai’s hand.
Among the four tents, the Azure Dragon Tent was the most prestigious, followed by the White Tiger Tent, and then Vermilion Bird, with Xuanwu being the last.
Hao Hai did not speak but turned his gaze on Lin Feng, sizing him up before sneering, "It seems the rumors are true, our genius Lin Feng has indeed joined the sackcloth tent, becoming an unmanaged free man."
The sackcloth tent?
Yang Min was surprised; this was the first ti she had heard this news.
"You sure talk too much, loser."
Lin Feng said indifferently.
Hao Hai sneered, "Cut it out, Lin Feng. Don’t be arrogant. The sackcloth tent is not sothing I made up. Everyone knows that. Besides, when I lost to you that day, although you have so strength, I had been injured beforehand. If I were in my pri, it’s not certain I would lose to you. So, Lin Feng, look to the future, because in less than half a year, when you face again, you’ll only be worthy of kneeling down."
With that, Hao Hai gave a disdainful laugh, not bothering to say more. He promptly grabbed a Sixth Generation Disciple who was lined up in front of him and took his place. The disciple, though angry, didn’t dare say a word upon realizing it was Hao Hai. He went to the back of the line with his tail between his legs to silently queue up again.
"This guy is really annoying." Yang Min frowned.
Lin Feng’s face was full of indifference, not saying a word.
Very soon, the few Fifth Generation Disciples in front had all been dealt with, and it was Hao Hai’s turn, who had also co to receive his Identity Token.
It didn’t take long for him to finish, followed by Yang Min. Yang Min also had an easy ti, seemingly revealing the imprint on her body, she directly received a Token.
"Wow, is this the Vermilion Bird Seal?"
Yang Min held a fire-copper material Token in her hands, with a Fire Phoenix on the front, and the words "Divine Wind" on the back.
Next was Lin Feng’s turn.
"Your na?"
"Lin Feng."
"Which generation of disciples?"
"Which Tent do you belong to?"
Lin Feng suddenly didn’t know how to respond, the person responsible for issuing was a twenty-sothing who appeared to be a Fourth Generation Disciple. He glanced at Lin Feng, saw no imprint, and imdiately sneered: "From the Straw Bag Tent?"
Lin Feng furrowed his brows, wanting to say sothing, but the young Disciple waved his hand impatiently, "Those from the Straw Bag Tent don’t get a Token, next."
As soon as these words ca out, many nearby people burst into laughter, and Hao Hai, who hadn’t gone far, sneered: "No Token for Straw Bag Tent, haha, Lin Feng, you’re really sothing, have fun here, I’ve got training to do!"
He left laughing heartily.
The Fourth Generation Disciple looked at Lin Feng with a sneer on his face: "Alright, Straw Bag Tents don’t waste ti here, get out of here."
"Everyone, don’t you think this Straw Bag Tent guy is just like Wang Shan, a trash with only Fifth Grade Stars?"
"Don’t talk nonsense, Wang Shan is not trash, he’s strong at digging soil!"
"Yes, yes, yes, that’s right, I spoke wrongly, although his Cultivation is trash, his Talent is trash, his Stars are trash, everything is trash, but at least, he still knows how to dig soil!"
A group of Fifth Generation Disciples around were full of mockery. Wang Shan was well-known within the Divine Wind Camp, and even those who didn’t know about him had heard of him. It was just that his Stars were rely Fifth Grade, which might be decent outside, but here, it was trash.
Lin Feng heard the group mocking him coldly and simply smiled lightly: "I’m curious, from where do you get the confidence to mock others like this? Are you very impressive? Or is it that your Stars are very high?"
Silence, deathly silence, all the people around suddenly stopped laughing, looking at each other with peculiar expressions, then burst into thunderous laughter.
"Ha ha, look, this Straw Bag Tent guy seems a bit dissatisfied."
"He’s even asking us about our Stars? I just want to say, does anyone here have Stars lower than Seventh Grade?"
"Seventh Grade Stars? I’m Eighth Grade!"
"I’m also Eighth Grade!"
"I’m a bit worse off, I’m very diocre, just Seventh Grade. This great god from the Straw Bag Tent is about to start looking down on , what to do, I’m so scared, ha ha!!"
A group of Fifth Generation Disciples looked at Lin Feng, shaking their heads in disdain.
The Fourth Generation Disciple issuing Identity Tokens was simply full of mockery, too lazy to say more.
"If you want to daydream, to act like a hero here, go back to your shabby house, find your genius senior brother Wang Shan, you can dream all you want there, no one cares, but don’t stand in our way here."
A Fifth Generation Disciple was impatient and about to push Lin Feng forward.
"I advise you, it’d better you stay put, or you’ll regret it."
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