64 Compressed Voice Communication (2/2)

Xue Wei listened intently and nodded his head solemnly. He was going to try his best and sent another sentence towards Lan.

”Much better this time!” he praised. ”Once again!”

And like this, most of the day went by. Xue Wei had been capable of transmitting a sentence right away, but to balance the Qi and make the sound natural was something he found was a lot harder than he had expected.

”Okay, you have learned it now,” Lan nodded his head with satisfaction. ”It took you a few hours, but for you to learn it so fast shows that your comprehension is not bad. Still, it is not great either as I had to explain to you what you were to do and you could not figure it out on your own.”

Xue Wei smiled wryly and shook his head. No one would have been able to understand his first way of describing the technique, but things were different now that he understood it.

”Well then, why don't you lead me to the dining hall?” Lan asked. They had spent most of the day wandering the tent camp and had stopped by their tent, where Lan taught Xue Wei how to compress his voice.

”Do you think they are distributing food this late?” Xue Wei asked, frowning. The sun had already set, and it was past dinner time. But on second thought, Xue Wei recalled that Lan was an esteemed guest. Xue Wei could not imagine them saying no to him.

While Xue Wei viewed Lan as a weirdo and a madman, it was clear that everyone else revered him.

”Tell me, you are not a real prophet are you?” Xue Wei sent to Lan, which made Lan laugh, but the man did not answer the question. Instead, he just smiled at Xue Wei.

In Xue Wei's eyes, Lan was an extremely skilled martial artist, but he was not a prophet. He was able to observe things that others did not notice, but this was not enough to call him a prophet.

Seeing that he was not going to answer the question, Xue Wei just snorted and came to the conclusion that Lan was indeed a fraud. And he was good at what he did.

”Since you won't answer that question, then what about your collection? Which kind of things do you collect?” Xue Wei asked.

In fact, Xue Wei was practicing his ability to converse through the mind, and since he had no other person to talk to, he had no option than to strike up a conversation with prophet Lan.

Lan finally seemed interested. His eyes burned with excitement, and he stopped in his tracks, turned towards Xue Wei, and the biggest, happiest grin the younger of the two had seen appeared on the lips of this older man.

”I am collecting anything rare. That can be beast cores, herbs, minerals, ores, treasures, pills. Everything that is rare is of value to me. Why have you taken an interest in my collection? Have you decided to become a part of my collection now?”

When Xue Wei heard this, he shook his head silently. ”I am not going to become a part of your collection,” he said seriously. This time, he was not using the compressed voice because Lan had not done so either, and his response made the prophet seem disappointed.

”Let us go and get something to eat,” Xue Wei said again and started walking towards the dining hall, this time leaving Lan to follow him. However, Lan took one step, and suddenly he was next to Xue Wei once more. It was as if he had compressed space itself and teleported. This was done so casually that Xue Wei, who was watching him, realized that the man was without equal among the ones he had ever met or heard about.

Xue Wei and Lan made it to the dining hall. They could smell the scent of food in the air, and when they arrived at the dining hall, they found that it was filled with youngsters.

When Lan and Xue Wei entered everyone turned around to see who it was, and many of the expressions were filled with jealousy.

The dining hall was a tent like the others. There was a kitchen in one end of the tent, and in the other end was a tall podium where the commander and various captains were seated around a large table with benches.

On the ground in the middle were also many tables and benches for the geniuses of the Genius Camp, and they were all filled to the brim.

”Mister Lan, please come sit with us,” the commander requested, and Lan nodded his head as he went to fetch a tray of food before heading to the commander's table.

Xue Wei knew that the invitation was not extended to him, so he too went to get a tray of food, after which he started looking around the tables.

It was not until the final table that he found a spot to sit, but as soon as he sat down, he felt everyone staring at him with anger and jealousy in their eyes. What made this weakling think he was better than them? What made him so special that Prophet Lan went out of his way to take care of him?

Everyone was completely convinced that Lan was a prophet and that he knew things that no one else knew. As a result, they also thought that he had noticed something in Xue Wei's future that made him a special figure.

These geniuses had never before been stepped over by anyone else, and now they felt that a weakling beneath their strength was doing just that.

Xue Wei was used to being hated, so he did not do anything special. He just started eating his meal and completely ignored everyone else.

Seeing his complete and utter lack of reaction, some of the stronger experts clenched their fists with the desire to put him in his place, but whenever they thought about it they would glance at Lan and stop themselves. Their vengeance could wait until the prophet had left.