Hun Feng had no mind to pay attention to the discussing crowd at the moment, and also walked toward the spatial rift.
Soul Clan Square
A Soul Clan Elder watched the clansman disciples walking out of the spatial rift one by one.
Looking at the auras on them that were much more formidable than before they entered, as well as the even more terrifying killing intent, he could not help but nod slightly.
Now that the grand plan within the clan was about to unfold, they had to use this extreme method to let this younger generation grow up as quickly as possible, so that they could shoulder the heavy responsibilities of the Soul Clan in the near future.
Another burst of spatial vibration occurred, and a figure missing half of their body walked out hunched over.
The excruciating pain coming from his body constantly stimulated his nerves, and he was covered in blood, resembling a malevolent ghost, looking incomparably miserable.
It was precisely Hun Changqing who had escaped.
Upon seeing Hun Changqing, the Soul Clan Elder frowned.
He was responsible for the record-keeping work of the younger generation disciples of this generation in the clan, and he knew a thing or two about the situation of the disciples of this generation.
He naturally recognized Hun Changqing, a genius with quite a reputation, only he did not know why he would end up injured like this in this trial.
Generally speaking, this kind of Secret Realm trial was quite difficult only for some disciples who had not yet reached the Dou Emperor level, and danger would arise if they were not careful.
However, for a high-level Dou Emperor like Hun Changqing, this trial was simply delivering resources to them.
Now, this genius who had caught the attention of some people had actually been injured to this extent, which made the elder somewhat unable to understand.
Dragging his severely injured body, Hun Changqing laboriously arrived before the Soul Clan Elder, endured the excruciating pain, gritted his teeth, and spoke.
"Elder, this disciple was accidentally heavily injured, and is now unable to continue the following ring matches. I have no choice but to give up this Grand Competition and return to tend to my injuries."
Hun Changqing did not state the reason for his injury, as he knew that this was completely meaningless, and no one would uphold justice for him.
Neither did he need anyone to uphold justice for him, for he would reclaim this score himself.
He could guarantee that when he returned, this Hun Feng would definitely wish he were dead.
Looking at the startling wounds on Hun Changqing's body, a rare trace of pity flashed through the eyes of the Soul Clan Elder.
He knew that Hun Changqing's future cultivation would likely be difficult; over half of his body had been destroyed, and even if his injuries healed, his combat prowess would drop by more than half.
Although it was not to say that there was no way to recover, that required a Seventh-Tier High-Grade Pill-the Bone-Generating Flesh-Derived Pill!
This pill could make Hun Changqing's missing parts grow back anew.
However, the refining materials for this pill could almost match an Eighth-Tier Pill, and so was the refining difficulty.
With Hun Changqing's current situation, it was impossible for him to obtain this pill. Although it was said that someone was paying attention to him, Hun Changqing was now practically crippled.
Those people would impossible pour resources into someone whose Dou Di Bloodline was unranked.
After all, although Hun Changqing's talent was good at the moment, without the blessing of the Dou Di Bloodline, no one knew how far he could go.
What if resources were poured in, only for him to get stuck at the Dou Zong or even Dou Zun stage and be unable to advance further? Would those resources not be wasted in vain?
This kind of situation was ubiquitous on the Dou Continent-achieving success at a young age, but ultimately getting stuck fiercely at the Dou Zong and Dou Zun realms and being unable to move an inch due to having no bloodline blessing.
"Sigh, very well, go back and recuperate. Keep the Magical Beast souls you harvested in the Secret Realm for yourself."
The Soul Clan Elder sighed, then turned cold again, stopped looking at Hun Changqing, and focused all his attention on the other geniuses within the clan.
"Dammit!"
Hun Changqing cursed inwardly.
How could he not know what the Soul Clan Elder meant? Telling him to keep those Magical Beast souls was simply not wanting him to participate in the points ranking.
The Soul Clan Elder believed that his current situation was no longer suitable for the investment of resources, and occupying the resources on the leaderboard would only be a waste.
Therefore, he was kicked out directly, leaving his share of resources for others.
The fury in Hun Changqing's heart grew even more intense, and thinking of the chief culprit Hun Feng, he wished he could eat his flesh and chew his bones!
However, he still had to go back and recuperate properly for now, as the injuries he suffered this time were truly too severe!
He could do nothing about the decision of the Soul Clan Elder either; the current Grand Competition of the clan had already ceased to have anything to do with him.
Hun Changqing cast a cold glance at Hun Feng, who had also returned from the Secret Realm, and then swiftly headed toward his own courtyard.
As soon as he stepped out of the spatial rift, Hun Feng felt Hun Changqing's gaze. Looking at Hun Changqing's body that was left with only a stump, Hun Feng revealed a cruel smile.
Naturally, he knew Hun Changqing's situation; with his current condition, it was utterly impossible for him to obtain the Bone-Generating Flesh-Derived Pill.
Unable to obtain this pill, Hun Changqing was a cripple. For a genius, becoming a cripple was definitely a matter far more painful than death.
Thinking of how Hun Changqing would wish he were dead in the future, Hun Feng finally felt the depression in his heart dissipate, and his entire being felt refreshed.
Seven days later
Inside a courtyard in a corner of the Soul Clan, the Supreme Yin True Qi circulated around the courtyard and then slowly gathered back in.
Hun Changqing inside the courtyard put away the Supreme Yin True Qi, slowly opened his eyes, checked his own state, and thought to himself.
These injuries can be said to be neither heavy nor light. Chiefly, with the ThreeLight Divine Water as a sacred healing treasure, seven days' time has already repaired my battered meridians, and the external injuries have also completely healed. In a few more days of recuperation, my severed limbs can also regenerate.
However, there is no need to rush to recover the body right now. Basically everyone now thinks that I am half-crippled, and I will slowly disappear from other people's field of vision, which happens to suit my wishes.
I can just use the excuse of going out to find materials for the Bone-Generating Flesh-Derived Pill to leave the clan in a low-key manner, and no one will pay attention to a genius who is already considered to have fallen.
And Hun Feng! Hmph, when I come back again, it will be Hun Feng's time to die.
Thinking of Hun Feng, Hun Changqing could not help but grind his teeth once more.
"However, this matter has also taught me a lesson.
This world is real after all; I can no longer view this world and the people here with the perspective of reading books in my past life.
I was blinded after all, far too arrogant and far too confident.
I foolishly thought I understood the future trajectory of the world and every single person here, that I could grasp everything. It truly seems utterly laughable now.
I really need to change this temperament of mine. This experience is also a precious lesson for me.
What I need to do now is fade out of their sight and grow up as quickly as possible.
I never want to feel this helpless again. If I come to a world like this, yet fail to walk to the end and become the strongest, I will never be resigned!"
Hun Changqing summarized his own shortcomings, knowing arrogance could never make one a strong practitioner.
Only by summing up one's mistakes after every single setback could one continue to progress.
"Hoo-I'll apply to leave the clan recently. Staying here has no meaning anymore. It's just a pity that there's no way to obtain the resources from this point ranking. When I go out this time, I must first find a way to get my hands on resources. Once I have resources that allow me to cultivate with peace of mind, I'll have the mood to stir up trouble, won't I?"
Hun Changqing exhaled a breath of turbid air, and after making a rough plan for what he needed to do after leaving the clan, he directly lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
For the past few days, Hun Changqing had been mobilizing the Three-Light Divine Water at full strength to heal his injuries, his mental state in a constant state of taut tension.
Now that he relaxed, he could not withstand the exhaustion coming from the depths of his soul, and he slept straight through for three days and three nights.