Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 108: Seriously?

In the vast, boundless Spiritual Sea of Consciousness, Wei Long's eyes gleamed with a sharp, almost mischievous light.

His mind worked at an unfathomable speed, processing everything that had happened up until now.

He had observed Elder Fu's skepticism, the Patriarch's interest, the disciples' doubt, and even the absurd logic they all used to justify Zou Fang's victory.

And then—an idea formed.

An idea that was so ridiculous, so audacious, that it could only come from someone like Wei Long.

A smirk curled across his lips, and without hesitation, he leaned closer to Zou Fang's soul projection within the sea of consciousness.

"Listen carefully," Wei Long whispered, his voice carrying an edge of excitement. "I have a plan."

Zou Fang, still dazed from everything that had happened, frowned. "A plan?"

"Yes. But you'll have to be bold—no, beyond bold. You'll have to be completely reckless."

There was a moment of silence as Zou Fang processed this. Then, back in the real world, his lips moved on instinct.

"Are you sure?" Zou Fang blurted out loud.

The moment those words left his mouth, a hush fell over the crowd.

It was a strange question to ask out of nowhere, and yet, somehow, it carried a weight that made everyone instinctively pay attention.

But inside the Spiritual Sea of Consciousness, Wei Long only grinned wider.

"Oh, I'm sure. Now do it."

Something inside Zou Fang snapped.

It was as if a fire had been lit in his chest, as if all the emotions swirling inside him had finally erupted to the surface.

The doubts, the suspicions, the murmurs, the way Elder Fu had dismissed him, the way the other disciples refused to believe in his strength—it all boiled over.

He clenched his fists and took a step forward.

Then, in a voice loud, clear, and brimming with absolute confidence, Zou Fang declared—

"You know what? Forget it."

The words stunned everyone.

Even Elder Fu, who had already dismissed him in his mind, turned his head slightly, a flicker of curiosity in his gaze.

But Zou Fang wasn't done.

"I was hoping to become Elder Fu's disciple," Zou Fang continued, his tone sharp with newfound arrogance, "but now, I've changed my mind."

A murmur rippled through the disciples.

"Did he just say he changed his mind?!"

"Who does he think he is?!"

"Even if he begged, Elder Fu wouldn't take him!"

But Zou Fang ignored them.

"Instead," he announced, "I've decided on something far better."

He paused for dramatic effect.

Then, with a sweeping gaze that encompassed every single new disciple present, he declared—

"How about this? I become the sect's most important core disciple!"

Silence.

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap.

And then—he pushed even further.

"And to prove it, I'll challenge all of you—every last one of you. You can all gang up on me!"

For a moment, the entire sect grounds froze.

It was as if time itself had momentarily stopped.

"Did… did he just say that?"

"He's challenging ALL of us?"

"He's insane! He's completely insane!"

And then—

Laughter.

A sound that began as a chuckle from one disciple soon erupted into an uncontrollable wave of mockery, disbelief, and sheer amusement.

It spread like wildfire, growing louder and louder until the entire sect grounds were roaring with laughter.

"HAHAHAHA! THIS GUY THINKS HE CAN FIGHT ALL OF US?!"

"IS HE SERIOUS?!"

"EVEN A PRODIGY WOULDN'T MAKE SUCH A RIDICULOUS CHALLENGE!"

"DOES HE THINK HE'S A GOD?!"

Some disciples clutched their stomachs, unable to contain their amusement. Others wiped away tears, finding Zou Fang's audacity too overwhelming to process.

Even the more reserved disciples couldn't help but smirk, shaking their heads at his ridiculous claim.

Amidst the laughter, the Patriarch himself—who had simply come to check if the disciples were safe after the battle—watched with great interest.

A thoughtful glint appeared in his eyes as he stroked his beard, leaning slightly toward one of the nearby elders.

Then, in a voice only those closest to him could hear, he muttered—

"It seems this so-called prodigy has quite the temper."

The elder beside him coughed lightly, as if suppressing a laugh.

"A reckless temper, at that."

But Elder Fu?

He simply shook his head.

His face held no amusement, only disapproval.

"Zou Fang is not a prodigy," Elder Fu stated firmly. "He's just lucky to have obtained a unique Bashawk."

There was no hesitation in his voice. No doubt.

"He has no exceptional talent. No exceptional skills. This is just a case of a rare beast doing something extraordinary."

His words carried finality.

As if the discussion was already over in his mind.

As if he had already dismissed Zou Fang completely.

But the Patriarch?

He simply smiled.

A slow, knowing smile.

"Luck," he mused, "is also a part of talent."

On the other hand, Zou Fang didn't even flinch at the deafening laughter that filled the sect grounds, nor did he waver in the face of the countless mocking gazes aimed at him.

Instead, he stood taller, his expression unwavering, his confidence unshaken. If anything, he seemed to revel in their disbelief.

And then—he spoke again.

"What's so funny?" Zou Fang's voice rang out, slicing through the waves of laughter like a sharpened blade. "Are you all laughing because you're amused… or because you're afraid?"

The words hung in the air for a moment, and though the laughter continued, there was a subtle shift—an undercurrent of uncertainty rippling through the crowd.

Some disciples chuckled nervously, others frowned slightly, and a few narrowed their eyes as if they were actually considering his words.

Zou Fang took a slow, deliberate step forward.

"You laugh now," he continued, his voice growing sharper, "but deep down, you all know what I said makes sense. If you were truly confident in your strength, if you truly believed I was weak, you wouldn't be laughing—you would already be preparing to fight me. But instead, you mock me, because it's easier to pretend I'm a joke than to admit that you might lose to me!"

A few more voices quieted. The laughter hadn't stopped completely, but it was no longer as unified as before.

And then—Zou Fang turned toward the Patriarch.

He took a deep breath, straightened his posture, and then—he bowed.

Not just a casual nod. Not just a quick dip of the head.

A deep, formal, respectful bow.

The Patriarch raised an eyebrow, intrigued, while the disciples looked on, confused.

And then Zou Fang spoke again.

"Patriarch," he began, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity, "I respect you more than words can express."

He paused, allowing the words to settle before continuing.

"Your wisdom, your leadership, and your strength have guided this sect to greatness. It is because of you that countless disciples have found their path in the immortal world.

"It is because of you that this sect stands strong against all challenges. You are not just a leader—you are the very foundation of everything we believe in."

He didn't stop there.

He went on and on, speaking in great, unwavering detail about his admiration.

"When I first entered this sect, I dreamed of standing before you one day—not as a nameless disciple, not as a mere fighter, but as someone worthy of your recognition.

"You have spent years shaping the future of this sect, and I wish to be part of that future! I wish to be a pillar that supports this sect's growth! I wish to stand at the pinnacle—not just of this sect, not just of this region, but of the entire immortal world!"

His voice rose in intensity, his words overflowing with ambition, reverence, and certainty.

And then—he made his boldest declaration yet.

"That is why, Patriarch, I make this request!"

Zou Fang straightened from his bow and met the Patriarch's gaze head-on.

"If I prove that I am the strongest here, then I wish to become the disciple of not just one elder—I wish to be the disciple of this entire sect! Let all knowledge be open to me! Let all elders guide me! Let all techniques be mine to master! If I prove myself, will you grant me this?"

A stunned silence.

The Patriarch's expression remained unreadable. The elders exchanged glances, their eyes filled with either amusement or disbelief. And the disciples?

The disciples erupted into laughter once again.

But this time, it was different.

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This time, it wasn't just mockery.

This time, there was something else mixed into their reactions.

Genuine amusement.

They weren't laughing to belittle him anymore. They were laughing because—they found him entertaining.

"Hahaha! This guy! He's insane! Completely insane!"

"I take back what I said—he's not just arrogant, he's actually funny!"

"I swear, I've never met anyone so delusional, yet so confident at the same time! It's incredible!"

"You know what? I kind of like him now. At least he's got guts!"

More and more disciples began to join in, their initial contempt turning into something closer to amused respect.

Even some of the elders couldn't help but chuckle, shaking their heads at Zou Fang's ridiculous audacity.

But just as the Patriarch was about to respond—something unexpected happened.

A voice rang out from the crowd.

"How about this, then?"

The laughter halted. The murmuring ceased.

Everyone turned their attention toward the source of the voice.

A single figure stepped forward.

And then—they spoke again.

"Let's do this again."

A new tension filled the air.

The mood, which had just been filled with lighthearted amusement, shifted instantly.

Even the Patriarch, who had been watching everything unfold with a calm demeanor, raised an eyebrow slightly.

And then, in the Spiritual Sea of Consciousness, Wei Long's eyes widened.

For the first time in a long while, he was genuinely shocked.

"What the hell…?" Wei Long muttered, narrowing his eyes as he processed the unexpected turn of events.

Red'Ribbon, who had been beside him this whole time, let out a long, weary sigh.

"I swear," Red'Ribbon muttered, shaking his head, "things are always ridiculous when you're involved, Wei Long."

And with that—the scene ended.