The flow of meridians differs from that of internal organs; rushing ahead without complete adjustment will leave behind hidden injuries that significantly hinder future progress. Even Bloodline Warriors must treat this with utmost seriousness, as it dictates the level to which their bloodline power can awaken.

"The potion's recovery is so slow..." Qian Jin stirred the medicinal liquid, sighing repeatedly. The mysterious potions were truly superior in this regard! However, those mysterious potions were incredibly difficult to concoct, and their ingredients hard to find. Eulala mentioned a mysterious potion capable of fully repairing the meridians and internal organs in a short time.

"I wonder if that's true or not? Is it really that miraculous?" Qian Jin muttered to himself, shaking his head incessantly. "Forget it. My skills aren't sufficient anyway; I'm just at the apprentice level. If I don't want to poison those three guys, it’s better not to take the risk." "Apprentice?" Yao Po Po looked at Qian Jin curiously. This young man, who was nearly a level-seven potion master across all systems, called himself an apprentice? What did that make her? A potion-illiterate who hadn't even started?

Qian Jin finished preparing the potions, bid farewell to Granny Yao, and headed straight for the room of the three. Pushing the door open, he immediately sensed three powerful auras of battle intent colliding. The three downed the even more foul-tasting potions, frequently burping, their faces bearing the signs of having just fought a life-or-death battle.

"Qian Jin, are you really set on going to the Conquest War College in the Eternal Flow Province?" Duan Feng Bu Er said, leaning against two quilts. "Fentutu and I just discussed it. Tianfeng War College isn't bad either. It’s ranked sixth, has slightly more resources than the Conquest War College, and it’s not among the absolute top war colleges, so there probably won't be too many Bloodline Warriors enrolling. When you killed Nila the other day, I noticed your true combat ability is far greater than your Dou Qi strength. Tianfeng might be better for you."

"No, I’m going to Conquest," Qian Jin replied, sitting backward in his chair with his hands resting on the backrest. "I made promises to a few people that I would go to the Conquest War College. Furthermore, the business stronghold of my friend’s sister’s family is in the Eternal Flow Province area. I can't just let them abandon all their assets, can I? Every local branch has its own established power structure; inserting ourselves out of nowhere would be difficult and bloody. I can't be so selfish as to expose them to danger. Besides, I promised an elder I would join the Warrior’s Guild at Torrent Battle Fortress."

"Torrent Battle Fortress?" Duan Feng Bu Er adjusted his posture. "That Chuan Dong? That guy is clearly very strong, yet he works for the Magic Guild. If he had been there that day when we killed Nila, we probably wouldn't have gotten injured."

Qian Jin nodded silently. Chuan Dong was indeed formidable! Why would a warrior of that caliber choose to protect that vicious and spoiled female mage from the Magic Guild? Did Torrent Battle Fortress hold so little status in the Eternal Flow Province? Wasn't it rumored that they were one of the seven, or perhaps eight, major powers there?

"Eight major powers... Sigh... Chuan Dong, our Torrent Battle Fortress is currently at the very bottom of the eight major powers in the Eternal Flow Province. I truly fear that in a few more years, the Eternal Flow Province will only have seven major powers, and Torrent Battle Fortress will be completely excluded..."

Chuan Dong sat on a white birch chair, gazing solemnly at the white-haired president of the Torrent Battle Fortress before him. The trip to the Demon Race had yielded nothing, and they had even incurred complaints from the Magic Guild. "Didn't you say you met a very promising young warrior?" "Yes..." Chuan Dong sighed, his eyes clouded with distant, hazy memories. "Truly a miraculous young man. At that age, achieving Nine Demon Slaying Battles and being able to kill a Bloodline Warrior..."

"I wonder if he's still alive..." Chuan Dong shook his head. "A two-star member of the Dark Division died on the Demon Race side this time. I feel it might be related to them. How could someone kill a two-star Dark Division member without sustaining injuries? The Outlands are so chaotic; whether he can return alive is uncertain. If he can come back alive, I might have some confidence in slightly revitalizing the Torrent Battle Fortress with his help." "Is that so? You also think the two-star Dark Division member died at his hands?" "How so?" Chuan Dong’s eyes showed surprise. "Someone else thinks so too?" "Yes, that esteemed person thinks so as well." "That esteemed person?" Chuan Dong’s body trembled slightly. "You mean..." "Currently staying in Auckland, claiming to be spending his days planting vegetables and raising birds with his daughter—that gentleman..."

"Lord Fabredis?" Chuan Dong sat bolt upright, his expression revealing immense excitement. Fabredis! He was once the most anticipated warrior from the Torrent Battle Fortress! Even the Warrior's General Guild of the True Policy Dynasty held high hopes for him! He entered the War Hall for advanced studies, hailed as the ordinary warrior closest to, and most likely to become, a War Saint! "Yes, he thinks the same way. That’s why I dispatched the Ten Battles of Torrent to the Outlands..."

"The Ten Battles of Torrent..." Chuan Dong whistled softly. They were the strongest combat power in the Torrent Battle Fortress, second only to the President and Vice President! Sending them all out? All for one young warrior? The Outlands are so chaotic; losing even one of the Ten Battles would be a massive blow.

"That man said that if the Ten Battles manage to find Qian Jin and rescue him, it would be worth it even if all ten of them died." The President raised his hand and gently massaged his forehead. "I also heard that he himself took up his weapon and headed straight for the Outlands."

"Lord Fabredis personally ventured into the Outlands?" Chuan Dong’s eyes twitched violently, and he sprang to his feet. "How can that be? Lord Fabredis's head is on the Demon Race's bounty list! If anyone finds out..."

"Can you stop him from entering the Outlands?" The President looked utterly helpless. "If I could stop what he wants to do, would he have left the Torrent Battle Fortress? I am genuinely curious now—what kind of young man is he that makes Fabredis act this way? Why is he so certain that as long as Qian Jin joins, Torrent Battle Fortress won't be suppressed by the Blacksmith Guild, and could even become a major power capable of countering the Magic Guild? Is he a blacksmith? But his age already qualifies him for Nine Demon Slaying Battles; he has no time to learn anything else. What exactly is he?" "Lord Fabredis is putting himself in danger..." Chuan Dong shook his head vigorously. "I strongly disagree with this! Lord Fabredis’s value..." "Now..." The President sighed. "We can only wait..." "Wait?" Duan Feng Bu Er looked down at the broken bone location on his chest. "Qian Jin, this medicine of yours tastes so awful. How much longer do I have to wait for this bone to heal?"

"The bones aren't the main issue; your meridians and internal organs are. It's the same for the other two," Qian Jin looked at the others. "The injuries to your internal organs and meridians are the real focus. It will likely take at least twenty days for a complete recovery. You must let them heal thoroughly before we leave." "Twenty days—" Duan Feng Bu Er frowned. "Twenty days? We might miss the assessment exams, won't we?" "We'll try our best."

Qian Jin rested his chin on the back of the chair. "Teacher Rodriguez is pinning all his hopes on this." "Your academy?" Duan Feng Bu Er curled his lip. "I don't mean to be disheartening, but without you, your academy will truly be relegated to the bottom."

Qian Jin raised an eyebrow. "Not necessarily. If everyone taking the assessment exam behaves themselves, then the Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy might indeed end up last without me. But if someone has a loose tongue—" "So what if they have a loose tongue?" Duan Feng Bu Er shook his head with a wry smile. "The examinees from your academy..."

Qian Jin smiled without speaking. If they truly couldn't make the assessment exams, then they could only pray that during the exams, some other academy would have a particularly sharp-tongued student! As long as they managed to anger Huang Quan...

The Grand Magus! The absolute youngest Grand Magus in the history of the True Policy Dynasty! His formidable magical prowess would be enough to show all those who looked down on the Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy what it meant not to judge by outdated perspectives. "You guys have a hidden trump card?" Duan Feng Bu Er looked at Qian Jin with keen interest. "How does he compare to you?" "In a simple contest, I'm probably no match," Qian Jin laughed lightly. "Oh?" Duan Feng Bu Er showed a cunning expression. "That means in a fight to the death, you're confident?"

"I might not lose," Qian Jin shrugged. "Warriors have their advantages; if I can't win, can't I just run? The physical conditioning of a mage... Don't get me wrong, even if I were hopping on one leg, I could leave them several streets behind."

The three young warriors burst into laughter. Qian Jin wasn't as talkative as Duan Feng Bu Er, but he could still amuse people with his words.

"Good! Conquest War College it is!" Duan Feng Bu Er slapped his thigh excitedly, immediately wincing in pain. The medicine from the last three days was effective, but he hadn't fully recovered. "When we get to Conquest College, you guys have to accompany me to a place with powerful magical beasts. The fight against Nila made me realize I absolutely cannot risk awakening the next special ability of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline randomly. I must choose something targeted."

Qian Jin rested his chin on his hand, his expression deep in thought. The Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors could become one of the ten great bloodline warriors of the True Policy Dynasty because, besides their bloodline awakening levels being closest to the ultimate awakening, their bloodline powers possessed a very unique aspect.

Each time the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline power awakens, it grants a new special ability! No one knows what these abilities will be before they awaken, and they are completely different from the special abilities granted by other bloodline awakenings.

Even the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors themselves cannot predict what strange special ability their next awakening will grant them. Some abilities are stunningly practical, while others are completely useless. This unpredictability has always plagued the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline family in producing their strongest member.

To solve this persistent problem, over a thousand years ago, someone in the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline family emerged: a trainee mysterious potion master who was also a trainee inscription master!

This person achieved the impossible by creating a self-selection awakening ability. During the awakening ceremony, if a Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warrior wore the magic core of a special ability beast, combined with modified awakening rituals and potions, there was a chance for the bloodline power awakener to possess the ability they had chosen.

The caveat: this was an extremely dangerous undertaking. Many people in the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline family had attempted it, resulting in instant death; it was not a mature or perfected method of awakening. "You're going to the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline family?" Fentutu Kuang Ge stared at Duan Feng Bu Er. "Does that mean you are changing your surname, Duan Feng?"

Qian Jin's eyes also focused on Duan Feng Bu Er. The Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline family would absolutely not permit Duan Feng Bu Er to enter the awakening ritual altar of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline family while still bearing the Duan Feng surname! Unless he cast aside the Duan Feng surname and returned to the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline family’s surname!

"How is that possible? I was born with the surname Duan Feng," Duan Feng Bu Er chuckled, frowning. "There will be a way when the time comes, right? If not, we can try to sneak in?"

Sneak in? The other three pursed their lips. Did he think the bloodline power awakening altar was a marketplace you could just wander into? Weren't the awakening altars of any bloodline family protected with extreme rigor? Even if the nation's army wanted to attack any altar, they would likely have to pay a huge price.

"We'll worry about those troublesome things later," Duan Feng Bu Er slid down further onto the bed. "Right now, what I look forward to most is seeing the Conquest War College."

Duan Feng Bu Er turned to look at Che Ke Fu Li Te nearby. "What about this guy? If people find out that he, as a descendant of a human and a Demon Race member, awakened the Fallen Angel bloodline power—even if it's just the initial awakening—the Dynasty might send people to capture him for research, right?"

"As long as he doesn't use the Fallen Angel bloodline power, it will be hard to discover," Qian Jin said, looking at Che Ke Fu Li Te. "You really need to be careful about this. We aren't handing you over, but if you expose your identity..."

"I know. I still want to live," intense hatred flashed across Che Ke Fu Li Te's handsome face. "I still need to return to the Demon Race and settle a score with Crown Prince Lucifer."

Fentutu Kuang Ge spoke softly. "I don't mean to discourage you, Che Ke Fu Li Te, but your future bloodline power can only rely on natural awakening. You have no chance to access Prince Lucifer's awakening altar. None of us knows how to build such an altar; it requires not only an extremely high level of runes but also mastery in forging and other skills to possibly construct one. As for Crown Prince Lucifer..." "I know..." Che Ke Fu Li Te’s words carried a trace of faint sorrow, his pupils fixed quietly on the ground, exuding an ineffable handsomeness.

"There's another issue," Duan Feng Bu Er mentioned. "Che Ke Fu Li Te has no identity in the True Policy Dynasty. If he truly wants to become stronger and fight better, he must go to school to learn combat skills. The combat skills we learn in school cannot be taught privately; that is an iron law of the True Policy Dynasty."

"I'll handle the schooling issue," Qian Jin leaned back on the chair, the image of Fabredis flashing in his mind. The Guardian of Auckland wouldn't mind writing one more letter of recommendation for the Torrent Battle Fortress, would he? Recommending someone from Torrent Battle Fortress to enter a War College isn't unheard of. Strictly speaking, the Warrior's Guild is where many future warrior students will join, and the War College must respect the Warrior's Guild. "Oh, right!" Duan Feng Bu Er looked excitedly at Che Ke Fu Li Te. "Say, after you master your skills, will you attack the people of our True Policy Dynasty?"

Che Ke Fu Li Te rolled his eyes, showing an expression of utter disinterest, yet he spoke softly, "My enemy is the Demon Race. You are people of the True Policy Dynasty, and you saved me. I can distinguish between those things." "That's good," Duan Feng Bu Er wiggled his body like a worm, opening his mouth to yawn. "I'm a bit tired... I'm going to sleep for a while."

Qian Jin saw that the other two also looked ready to rest. He stood up and walked out of the room, stepping onto the street of the ruins and looking around. "I’ve only read descriptions of ruins in books before. Now that I’m inside the Mystic Ruins, I should search around. Although this place has long been occupied by bandits, it doesn't mean they haven't overlooked or discovered anything here. Many works by bards tell tales of discovering treasures within ruins..."

There was still plenty of time before entering the Endless World. Qian Jin couldn't suppress his curiosity to search the ruins. Relying on the knowledge he had gained from reading about secret passages and mechanisms, he wandered through the ruins, occasionally stopping to tap a wall or the floor with his palm, testing whether the architecture was hollow or if any secrets were hidden within the stone walls or beneath the floor. "What are you looking for?" Hua Yan Bu Jian's voice suddenly sounded not far behind Qian Jin, followed by the sound of quick footsteps approaching.

Qian Jin bent down, looked up, and turned toward the sexy figure dressed in tight pale yellow warrior attire today. He managed an awkward smile, the kind one wears when caught rummaging through a host’s house without permission. "Heh heh... I've read quite a few stories written by bards..."

"Looking for treasure?" Hua Yan Bu Jian squatted beside Qian Jin, a faint, delicate fragrance drifting in the air. "When I first discovered this place, I was just as excited and searched everywhere. In the end, all I found was a chest of gold coins; there was nothing else here." "Is that so?" Qian Jin's disappointed eyes continued to scan the surrounding walls, muttering to himself, "Such a large place, and there’s really only one chest of gold coins?"

Hua Yan Bu Jian pushed up from her knees, her curved, sensual figure rising. "I thought so too, but I never found anything. After searching for several months, I finally gave up completely." "Oh..." Qian Jin looked around without lifting his head. "Then you don't mind if I search a bit more, do you?"

"Not at all, not at all. But there's something I need to tell you." Hua Yan Bu Jian patted Qian Jin's shoulder, watching him straighten up. "I heard things are even more chaotic outside now; you should try to go out less." "More chaotic?" Qian Jin frowned, puzzled. "Did the Dark Division lose another one?"

Hua Yan Bu Jian placed her hands on her delicate, slender waist. "You could say that. Starting last night, several elite warriors of the True Policy Dynasty suddenly entered the Outlands and clashed with two bandit groups. The result was that all thirty-something bandits were annihilated."

"That powerful?" Qian Jin was somewhat surprised. The fighting strength of the Outlands bandits was decent, and their mounted skills were even more proficient. If they couldn't win, could they still not escape? Being completely annihilated meant even their escape attempts failed.