Hun Feng, having no time to ponder the discussions, also walked into the spatial rift.
In the Hun Clan Plaza,
the elders watched the disciples emerge from the rift.
Seeing the significantly stronger aura and more terrifying killing intent emanating from them compared to before they entered, they nodded.
Now, with the clan's grand plan about to unfold, this extreme method was necessary to accelerate the growth of these younger generations, enabling them to shoulder the burden of the Hun Clan in the near future.
Another spatial tremor occurred, and a figure missing half a body emerged, hunched over.
The excruciating pain constantly assaulted his senses; covered in blood, he resembled a vengeful ghost, utterly wretched.
It was none other than Hun Changqing, who had escaped.
The elder of the Hun Clan frowned upon seeing Hun Changqing.
He was responsible for recording the records of this generation of younger disciples, and he knew their situations quite well.
He naturally recognized Hun Changqing, a renowned genius, but wondered why he had been injured so severely during this trial.
Generally, such secret realm trials are only quite difficult for disciples who haven't yet reached the Dou Huang level, as danger can easily arise.
However, for a high-level Dou Huang like Hun Changqing, this trial is essentially a gift of resources.
The fact that this genius, who has already garnered attention, is injured so badly is something the elder finds hard to understand.
Hun Changqing, dragging his heavily injured body, struggled to the elder of the Hun Clan. Enduring the excruciating pain, he gritted his teeth and said,
"Elder, I was unexpectedly severely injured and am now unable to continue the arena competition. I have no choice but to forfeit this competition and return to heal."
Hun Changqing didn't reveal the reason for his injury; he knew it was pointless, and no one would stand up for him
, nor did he need anyone to do so. He would get his revenge himself.
He could guarantee that when he returned, Hun Feng would be living a life worse than death.
The elder of the Hun Clan looked at the shocking wounds on Hun Changqing's body, a rare look of regret appearing in his eyes.
He knew that Hun Changqing's future cultivation would be difficult. With most of his body destroyed, even if his injuries healed, his combat power would be significantly reduced.
While there was a way to recover, it required a high-grade seventh-tier pill—the Bone-Growing Flesh-Regenerating Pill!
This pill could allow Hun Changqing's missing parts to regrow.
However, the materials for refining this pill were almost comparable to those for an eighth-grade pill, and the difficulty of refining it was equally high.
Given Hun Changqing's current condition, obtaining this pill was impossible. Although some people were paying attention to him, Hun Changqing was now nearly crippled.
Those people wouldn't invest resources in someone whose Dou Di bloodline hadn't even reached a certain level.
After all, while Hun Changqing's talent was good, without the support of the Dou Di bloodline, no one knew how far he could go.
What if they invested resources, only to be stuck at the Dou Zun or even Dou Zong stages? Wouldn't that be a complete waste of those resources?
This situation was commonplace in the Dou Qi Continent: young talents achieving early success, only to be trapped at the Dou Zong stage, unable to advance beyond the Dou Zun realm, due to the lack of a bloodline.
"Sigh, never mind. Go back and recuperate. Keep the demonic beast souls you obtained in the secret realm for yourself."
The Soul Clan elder sighed, then became indifferent again, no longer looking at Hun Changqing, and focusing all his attention on the other geniuses in the clan.
"Damn it!"
Hun Changqing cursed inwardly. He knew perfectly well what the Soul Clan elder meant. Keeping the demonic beast souls was a way of preventing him from participating in the rankings.
The Soul Clan elder believed his current condition was no longer suitable for resource investment; occupying resources on the leaderboard would be a waste.
Therefore, he was kicked out, leaving his share of resources for someone else.
Hun Changqing's anger intensified. Thinking of the culprit, Hun Feng, he wished he could tear him limb from limb!
However, he still needed to return and recuperate properly; his injuries were far too severe.
He was helpless against the Soul Clan elder's decision; the clan competition was now irrelevant to him.
Hun Changqing coldly glanced at Hun Feng, who had also returned from the secret realm, then quickly headed towards his courtyard.
Hun Feng sensed Hun Changqing's gaze as soon as he emerged from the spatial rift. Looking at Hun Changqing's half-dead body, Hun Feng revealed a cruel smile.
He naturally knew Hun Changqing's condition; in his current state, it was impossible for him to obtain the Bone-Regenerating Flesh Pill.
Without obtaining this pill, Hun Changqing would be a cripple. For a genius, becoming a cripple is far more painful than death.
Thinking of Hun Changqing's future suffering, Hun Feng finally felt his gloom dissipate, and he felt refreshed.
Seven days later
, in a corner of the Soul Clan's courtyard, the Taiyin True Qi swirled around the courtyard before slowly receding.
Soul Changqing, having withdrawn the Taiyin True Qi, slowly opened his eyes, checked his condition, and thought to himself,
"This injury isn't too serious, mainly thanks to the Three Lights Divine Water, a sacred healing item. In seven days, it has repaired my injured meridians, and my external wounds have completely healed. With a few more days of recuperation, my severed limbs will regenerate.
However, there's no need to rush to recover now. Almost everyone thinks I'm half-crippled and will slowly disappear from their sight, which suits me perfectly.
I can use the excuse of going out to find materials for the Bone-Growing Flesh-Empowering Pill to leave the clan discreetly. No one will notice me, a genius who has essentially fallen.
And Hun Feng! Hmph, when I return, it will be Hun Feng's death day."
Thinking of Hun Feng, Hun Changqing couldn't help but grit his teeth again.
"However, this incident has taught me a lesson.
This world is ultimately real, and I can no longer view it and its people through the lens of my past life's experiences.
I was ultimately blinded, too arrogant and overconfident.
I thought I understood the future of the world, knew everyone here, and could control everything—now it seems utterly laughable.
I need to change this attitude. This experience has been a valuable lesson for me.
Now I need to fade from their sight and grow up as quickly as possible.
I never want to feel powerless like this again. If I come to a world like this and can't reach the end and become the strongest, I won't be content!"
Hun Changqing summarized his shortcomings, realizing that arrogance would never make one a strong person.
Only by summarizing one's mistakes after each setback can one continuously improve.
"Phew~ I'll apply to leave the clan soon. There's no point in staying any longer. It's a pity I can't get the resources for this ranking. I need to find a way to get resources first. With resources, I can cultivate in peace, and then I can focus on doing things, right?"
Hun Changqing exhaled a breath of turbid air, then roughly planned what he would do after leaving the clan before lying down on the bed and falling into a deep sleep.
These past few days, Hun Changqing had been fully utilizing the Three Lights Divine Water to heal himself, his mind constantly on edge.
Now, relaxing, he couldn't withstand the exhaustion from the depths of his soul and slept for three days and three nights.