The Prodigies War-Novel

The corpse was no different from a normal human. It had the figure of a muscular man except his chest was marked with a fire totem. It wasn’t a tattoo but a birthmark on his skin.

“This is the body of a descendant of the Magi Brute Race, one of the three Darkness Races of the Darkness Kingdom. Many of you should have heard that the empire’s greatest enemy is the Darkness Kingdom, and within the Darkness Kingdom, only the Magi Brute Race is our mortal enemy.”

Xu Sanqi's voice was cold and stiff like a sword.

As he was explaining, he moved the body around the tall platform for the students to see clearly.

Lin Xun had read a lot of books in Donglin City and so he knew that the Darkness Kingdom was located in the turbulent wasteland beyond the empire’s western and southwestern border.

It was an unknown and dangerous place, which was said to be much larger than all the territories of the entire Ziyao Empire. The Darkness Kingdom was founded there, and was made up of the three Darkness Races, namely the Magi Brute Race, Abyss Demon Spirit and the Moon Soul Race.

Each race had a long history that dated back tens of thousands of years.

In the history of the Ziyao Empire, war had broken out with the Darkness Kingdom on more than one occasion, and they had been defeated more times than they had won. It was in the last few hundred years that the situation in the empire was more stable. The Darkness Kingdom was afraid of invading the Ziyao Empire due to the current emperor’s unparalleled power. This brought a period of peace to the empire.

Of course, this was just a one-sided introduction on the Darkness Kingdom that Lin Xun read in books, which made it impossible for Lin Xun to form a complete understanding of the Darkness Kingdom.

And now, in front of him lay a real corpse of a Magi Brute Race descendant!

“The Magi Brute Race is divided into nine sub-races, and each one has a unique fighting talent. The corpse before you comes from the Fire Brute Subrace, which is ranked fourth among the nine sub races.”

When Xu Sanqi mentioned the Magi Brute Race, he no longer spoke concisely like he always did.

“The entire Fire Brute Tribe consists of millions of warriors, which are comparable to the cultivator army of the empire’s four provinces. Their leader is called the Fire Brute King, and is one of the few terrifying existences who can threaten the entire empire. He is a legendary expert at the Cyclic Derivation Stage.”

“Besides the Fire Brute Tribe, the situation in the other eight sub-races are similar.”

“The Magi Brute Race’s cultivation stages are different from ours. They are divided into five great stages: Brute Slave, Brute Soldier, Warrior, Great Magi and Enlightened Spirit. The corpse in front of you is a grade-9 Brute Slave from the Fire Brute Tribe, and is equivalent to a ninth layer True Martial cultivator.”

After Xu Sanqi’s introduction, Lin Xun realized that the cultivation stages of the Magi Brute Race were named differently, but was still no different from the five great cultivation stages in terms of power.

Brute Slave corresponded to the True Martial Stage.

Brute Soldier corresponded to Spirit Dipper.

Warrior corresponded to the Spirit Sea. But they were generally called Brute Warriors. The one who hunted down Xia Zhi in the Great Three Thousand Mountains was also a Brute Warrior, which was equivalent to a Spirit Sea cultivator.

Clang!

A shining, sharp blade flashed in Xu Sanqi’s grip, and he flicked his wrist skilfully. The tip of the blade instantly pierced through the fire totem in the corpse’s chest and flame-like blood poured out. His organs were clearly visible, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Xu Sanqi’s expression remained unchanged as he slipped his hands into the wound he had torn open and quickly pulled out a ball of flesh that looked like a heart. It was dripping with blood and released a nauseating smell.

“To kill the enemy, you must first understand everything about the enemy. The descendants of the Fire Brute Tribe are marked with a fire totem on their chest that will turn into a totem fire armor in battle to protect their hearts. Their hearts are their core and accumulate all their cultivation power.”

Xu Sanqi continued to dissect the corpse expressionlessly and explained the structure and weaknesses of the corpse to the students.

Although many couldn’t stand the stench of the corpse, they still endured it and listened carefully.

Xu Sanqi undoubtedly knew the Magi Brute Race like the back of his hand, which made many people wonder how many Magi Brutes he had killed in the past to accumulate such a wealth of experience and knowledge.

By the time he had finished, half an hour had passed. Xu Sanqi washed his hands and called over two attendants to distribute a copy of a book to each student.

The book had a record of all the known information about the Magi Brute Race.

Xu Sanqi had a very simple request from them. He would conduct an assessment in three days based on their knowledge of the Magi Brute Race. Those who passed the assessment would receive a certain amount of points, and those who failed would be eliminated.

After the session, Lin Xun and the other students from the 39th campground were brought into a hall with a huge rune array for willpower training.

It wasn’t until nightfall when Lin Xun came out of the hall. His legs felt like jelly and his face was like paper, but he still maintained his usual calm and composed exterior.

It wasn’t the same with the other students. Some were trembling and their faces were twitching. Some constantly muttered to themselves like they were bewitched, and some were roaring loudly like they wanted to vent.

Only around eight people remained calm like Lin Xun, but their faces were also a little pale and their eyes were a little blank.

The willpower training was extremely cruel and perverted. The large-scale rune array set up in the hall could release intense flame-like heat, ice-like cold, lightning-like vibrations and rumbles like thunder. It constantly attacked and oppressed a person’s spirit and mind.

The students had to sit in the hall for an hour, and weren’t allowed to cultivate or move an inch.

The feeling was more painful and torturous than being stabbed by a real sword.

This was a torture and oppression on the spirit and mind. It was also a kind of training that targeted a cultivator’s perseverance. Ordinary people likely couldn’t last for a few minutes before they collapsed and went crazy.

Regardless, Lin Xun and the other twenty seven people were able to persevere and not be eliminated, which was no doubt very good.

The training that day was finally over.

Everyone couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief when they heard this. Even Ning Meng, a tough-skinned and heartless guy, felt the urge to weep tears of joy.

It’s too cruel!

They had undergone all sorts of harsh and perverted training since four in the morning. They fought with golden flame spiders, fought hand to hand with fellow students, and listened to Xu Sanqi’s course as he dissected a Magi Brute Race’s corpse and endured its stench. Then they underwent willpower training…

There weren’t many training sessions, but each one could torture a person to death. It was like a trip to hell.

Most of the students were from extraordinary backgrounds and had lived extremely comfortable and luxurious lives. They had always got what they wanted and had never suffered something similar in the past.

If they hadn’t been consolidating their cultivation foundation since young, coupled with their remarkable aptitude and talent, they likely wouldn’t be able to persevere.

Their experience that day made them deeply understand what kind of place was the Kill Blood Camp. Even the word brutal couldn’t describe it. It was simply perverted!

……

Their dinner was very fancy and even came with true aeth pills!

Aeth pills were the essence of aeth medicine and had infinite remarkable uses, but they were extremely rare and precious because only alchemist masters could produce them.

The aeth pills prepared for dinner were called Lengning Pill, which was a high-quality pill that tempered a person’s cultivation and unblocked their meridians. In the outside world, such an aeth pill was worth ten silver coins!

This clearly showed that those who completed the daily brutal training without being eliminated could enjoy great benefits.

After dinner, all the students returned to their own residence, and were not allowed to go out without permission.

Lin Xun was still staying in the same cramped and dark cave. He was mentally and physically exhausted from the brutal training and couldn’t wait to sleep.

However, he shook his head violently to force himself awake. He swallowed the Lengning Pill that he brought back from dinner and began his training.

Among the remaining twenty-eight students in the 39th campground, he was the only one at the sixth layer True Martial Stage. Almost all the others were at the eighth layer True Martial Stage or higher. Only very few were at the seventh layer True Martial Stage.

Lin Xun knew that he couldn’t be compared to the others in terms of cultivation level.

Students such Ning Meng, Shi Yu, Qi Can, Wen Mingxiu, Li Qiu, and Mu Lengxin all had strong and solid backgrounds and were destined to be different from others the moment they were born.

They had inexhaustible cultivation resources. They received the finest cultivation techniques, aeth medicines, and cultivation education. They no doubt had a huge advantage over other people.

Lin Xun was miserable when compared to them. He had been frail and sickly from a young age and almost couldn’t cultivate due to his Origin Aeth Artery being taken away. He was still at the second layer True Martial Stage when he was twelve years old and was unable to make any progress.

In essence, he was equivalent to a piece of trash in the cultivation world.

Fortunately, the opportunity from the Omega Secret-Realm allowed Lin Xun to reverse his cultivation path. In less than one year, he had made several breakthroughs and now possessed a cultivation base of the sixth layer True Martial Stage.

His speed of breakthrough was indeed astonishing, but there was still a gap between him and other students in the camp.

For example, Lin Xun regarded the Lengning Pill as a treasure, but Ning Meng didn’t think much of it and said he ate them like sweets when he was a kid.

Furthermore, Lin Xun heard from Ning Meng that among all the students in the 39th campground, a dozen could already break through to the Spirit Dipper Stage.

Ning Meng was one of them. Shi Yu, Qi Can, and Wen Mingxiu were also among them.

They had chosen to delay their breakthrough to the Spirit Dipper Stage because they wanted to temper their cultivation base and foundation to their limit first. Once that happened, they would possess terrifying power superior to that of ordinary people when they broke through to the Spirit Dipper stage!

Moreover, the stronger a person’s foundation, the more beneficial it would be in a person’s future cultivation.

If a cultivator blindly focused on the speed of breakthroughs and disregarded their foundation, they would only be impressive-looking from a glance but useless like a castle in the sky. Additionally, it would greatly hinder and affect their future cultivation. The disadvantages clearly far outweighed any possible benefit.

This was the cultivation education that children from wealthy families received. The environment in which they grew up in as well as their elders’ influence meant they would make few mistakes on their cultivation path even if they were domineering and arrogant. Children from poor backgrounds couldn’t be compared to them.

This was the reality.

Lin Xun had to put in more time and effort if he wanted to catch up to those people.

One would never solve a problem by complaining and resenting the world.