Chapter 0352: Not Bad Results?

“Good. Now that this trial is over and I see everyone is safe, I’m relieved,” Donald said with a smile to the disciples. However, upon hearing his words, they glanced at Huang Long, either intentionally or not.
Safe? Who else could Donald be referring to?
Still, when they saw Huang Long completely “spotless,” they were slightly surprised before all of them looked enlightened.
Fei De sneered even more at this sight.
Huang Long noticed the expressions on Donald’s and the disciples’ faces, especially Fei De’s sneer, and a smile appeared on his lips instead.
“Is this kid crazy? How can he still laugh?”
“What else can he do? Anyway, he knows he’ll be last whether he laughs or not.”
“Do you think he can hunt five thousand primal beasts?”
“Five thousand? I think five hundred would be good already. Maybe he won’t even get fifty. Where was he hiding all year?”
Although the disciples of the Runing family didn’t dare mock openly in front of Donald, they whispered insults among themselves. Though their results were worse this time than before, they found some comfort in Huang Hai.
“Alright, after a year of trials, everyone rest in the city tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll head back to the headquarters,” Donald declared authoritatively, looking around.
“Yes, Elder Donald!” the disciples of the Runing family replied respectfully.
Under Donald’s leadership, they went to the pre-arranged residences in the nearby city to rest for the night.
On the way to the residence, the short, chubby Francis glanced around and then pulled Huang Long aside, asking softly, “Brother Huang Hai, tell me, did you really hunt five thousand primal beasts this time?”
Huang Long was momentarily stunned before smiling broadly. “What do you think?”
Francis was stunned for a moment before laughing and saying, “Then I know—it’s definitely not true.” That was what he thought anyway. If Huang Hai said so, did it mean he admitted it?
At that moment, Francis breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed as everyone guessed—Huang Hai hadn’t hunted enough primal beasts. Now he was relieved.
Francis patted Huang Long’s shoulder sympathetically and said, “Brother, I’ll treat you to a meal when we get back.”
“Go away, fat guy. Stop being so smug,” Chester interjected, unable to stand it. “Brother Huang Hai has only practiced for over seventy thousand years. How long have you practiced? How dare you compare yourself to him?” He even pretended to kick the fat guy.

The fat man dodged and said with an apologetic smile, “I didn’t mean anything by it. Brother Huang Hai, don’t take it to heart. That’s just how I am—I say what’s on my mind.”
Huang Long nodded. “It’s nothing. I know.” Then he stepped forward and patted the fat man on the shoulder. “Let’s go back. Shall I still treat you?” After saying that, he turned and left.
The fat man, Francis, was stunned. It wasn’t until Huang Long had left that he realized, “No, Brother Huang Hai. How can I let you treat me?”
Chester watched Huang Long’s retreating figure and muttered to himself, “The last one or two will rush to treat everyone?” Then he shook his head and went back to his own residence to rest.
The next day at dawn, all the disciples gathered.
Donald looked at them and nodded, waving his hands. “Let’s go back.” With that, he took off first, and the disciples followed closely behind.
On the way back, the disciples of the Luning family stood taller and more upright than when they came, looking brave, like warriors who had just returned from a victorious battle and were about to receive generous rewards from their family.
Of course, as for what they were thinking, that was unknown.
Huang Long followed the group, observing the expressions of the Luning family disciples and sneering inwardly.
Three months later, they returned to the Luning family’s main estate and gathered once again in the square in front of the True Dragon Hall, lining up neatly in wait for Kennedy and the others to arrive.
While the Luning family disciples waited, Donald returned not long after, following Kennedy. As before, the Grand Elder Bishop and the Third Elder Barret also came along.
For this once-every-decade family trial, Kennedy usually didn’t show up; it was always handled by the Grand Elder Bishop. His presence this time was naturally because “Huang Hai” was participating.
“Greetings, Patriarch, and the three elders!” As Kennedy and his three companions arrived in the square, the disciples grew solemn and bowed respectfully, their voices echoing.
Kennedy and his companions nodded. Kennedy glanced at the disciples and said with a smile, “Judging from your expressions, I think your results will be good this time.”
Donald, Bishop, and Barret also wore smiles.
This time, not only were the rewards more generous than before, but even ten high-tier divine mutated beasts were brought to the trial island to motivate the disciples. They had truly gone to great lengths.
The results of these disciples would surely be much better than before.
The Luning family disciples looked uneasy upon hearing this.
Good results?
“Alright, who wants to go first?” Kennedy asked with a smile, looking at the disciples.

What surprised Kennedy and the others was that when Kennedy called out, none of the young disciples on the other side moved. In the past, whenever someone returned, they would always rush to release the primitive beasts they had hunted to “show” their achievements. Kennedy was momentarily stunned, then nodded and smiled, saying, “It’s rare that you’ve learned to be modest this time. That’s good.” He then gave the young disciples an appreciative look. Many of them blushed and lowered their heads. “Fied, you go first,” Kennedy said, as none of the young disciples stepped forward, so he had to call out names. Fied was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, then forced himself to step forward and replied respectfully, “Yes, clan leader!” After that, he went to one side of the square and, with a thought, released the primitive beast crystals he had obtained from the primitive beasts he had hunted in his personal space. Soon, a small pile of colorful primitive beast crystals appeared on the square. Under the sunlight, they shone brightly. Kennedy and the others initially smiled, but their expressions soon stiffened as their smiles faded, especially Grand Elder Bishop, whose face took on a strange look. “Fied, child, why haven’t you released the primitive beast crystals even once?” Grand Elder Bishop looked at his most proud grandson with a hint of reproach. Kennedy and the others relaxed, realizing that the boy had been hiding them. “This, this is all the primitive beast crystals I hunted this time!” Fied said in a low voice, not daring to look at Bishop. “What? Is this really all?!” Grand Elder Bishop pointed at the small pile of primitive beast crystals on the ground, unable to believe it, while Kennedy and the others also widened their eyes and exchanged glances. They had already checked the number of crystals with their mental senses—regardless of strength, it was far too little, only a little over 48,300, less than 50,000. That was barely the amount achieved by some of the lower-ranked disciples in the past! What was going on?! Fied remained silent, head bowed, under Bishop’s and Kennedy’s gazes. Finally, in front of Kennedy and the others, a steward checked Fied’s 48,300+ primitive beast crystals and recorded his score. Generally, a level 5 primitive beast crystal was worth 5 points, level 6 was 10 points, and level 7 was 20 points. In the end, Fied’s score was 567,320 points.

When the clerk announced the points, Bishop’s expression darkened. In the past, Fied’s points had always been over eight million, but this time they had dropped below six million—even with such generous rewards. Standing beside Kennedy, Barret, and Donald, Bishop felt ashamed. Yet, given the circumstances, he couldn’t scold anyone and could only say sternly, “Retire!”
“Yes, Grandfather!” Fied kept his head lowered.
The other descendants, upon seeing the Primal Beast Crystals displayed by Fied, looked relieved with strange expressions on their faces.
“Harris, come here.” After Fied stepped back, Kennedy turned and ordered Harris to come forward.
Harris hesitated for a moment before stepping forward respectfully, just like Fied, and saying, “Yes, Clan Leader!” Then he took out the Primal Beast Crystals from his personal space.
“Th-this is all the Primal Beast Crystals you hunted this time?!” Kennedy and the others stared at the crystals Harris had shown, incredulously asking him.
After a quick check, the number was even less than Fied’s!
Just over forty-seven thousand eight hundred—still not reaching fifty thousand!
“Yes, Clan Leader, the three elders,” Harris replied awkwardly.
At that moment, Fied, who had stepped aside, was stunned upon seeing the crystals Harris had brought out. Then his expression relaxed—sure enough, as he had guessed, Harris’s situation was likely similar to his own.
Kennedy and the others exchanged glances again.
Finally, the clerk in charge of recording the scores calculated Harris’s points: 567,510, just 190 points higher than Fied’s!
Although Harris had hunted fewer Primal Beast Crystals than Fied, the average strength of the beasts he hunted was higher, so his final score was higher. Seeing this result, Fied’s relieved expression turned grim once more.
“Spindu, you, come here.” After Harris stepped back, Kennedy spoke to Spindu in a serious tone.
Could it be that Spindu also faced the same situation as Fied and Harris?
But when Spindu respectfully stepped forward and took out the Primal Beast Crystals he had hunted, Kennedy and the others’ expressions were no longer as calm as before.
It was understandable if Fied and Harris had such abnormal results, but even Spindu?
What about the other descendants?
Kennedy and the others glanced at the others, and seeing their expressions, they felt uneasy.