Fabredis raised his hands, which usually never trembled, but now shook incessantly. He gently took the Zheng Tian Sword, kissed its surface with deep affection, and retrieved the Hellfire Demon Blood he had already prepared from his battle domain. Instantly, he unleashed the Dou Qi of the Second War Against Demons, surging to the courtyard entrance, adopting a posture ready to flee at any moment.

"Damn it, have a little faith in me!" Fabredis's excitement was broken by Gan Jing's reaction, which made him laugh.

"It's not that I don't have faith in you," Gan Jing said, looking at the Zheng Tian Sword in Fabredis's hand. "It's that I don't have faith in myself. Hurry up and start; I can't wait anymore..."

The red Dou Qi, the robust, wolf-headed, human-bodied Fighting Spirit, erupted from Fabredis's body, performing a skyward roar. With a fierce turn, it plunged into the Zheng Tian Sword.

The next moment, the blood within the bead of the Zheng Tian Sword boiled violently, as if determined to smash through the iron barrier holding it back. Each impact sounded like a hammer striking metal.

Just blood, yet it possessed such immense power when colliding with metal? Gan Jing found it incredible. Fabredis's Fighting Spirit completely merged into the sword, and his entire body began to tremble rapidly, as if convulsing uncontrollably.

Gan Jing could only stand aside, utterly unsure how to help. At this moment, the Soul Weapon started to twist, softening as if being subjected to intense fire once more.

Gradually, ever so gradually... Gan Jing felt the Soul Weapon struggling under some unseen pressure, pulsing like a human heart—swelling outward, then contracting back... then swelling again, then contracting again...

This bizarre rhythm continued for a full hour. Fabredis's face had turned deathly pale, an appearance so frightful it seemed he was no longer alive.

Suddenly! The Soul Weapon began to swell rapidly and repeatedly, expanding like a toad constantly puffing up, as if a giant belly had sprouted on the blade.

CRACK! The sword body shattered! Gan Jing saw it clearly—the body didn't break or crack; it shattered! In an instant, it disintegrated into countless fragments, from which burst forth a scorching red light.

This beam of red light shot ten zhang high into the sky, exuding boundless might. It stimulated the Dou Qi within Gan Jing, causing the Dou Qi of the Second War Against Demons to surge and grow stronger. Even the rotation speed of his Dou Qi surpassed the recently achieved threshold of one hundred and five thousand revolutions...

Duan Feng Bu Er’s eyes turned into jewels, and scales rapidly covered his entire body. Influenced by this crimson radiance, his Dou Qi surged continuously: the Eighth War Against Demons... the Ninth War Against Demons! Fen Tu Kuang Ge also felt that under the pull of this strange power, the Dou Qi within him had advanced to the level of the Fourth War Against Demons.

Check's Fallen Angel Battle Form materialized simultaneously, the surging power shaking the blood within him as if a long-sealed gate had finally opened at this very moment...

Half of the black feathered wings let out a swish sound and extended another meter! The First War Against Demons! Black, swirling Dou Qi revolved around Check’s body—the Fallen Angel bloodline... had achieved its second awakening! Under the influence of Fabredis shattering his Soul Weapon and releasing that burst of red light, the second awakening occurred! In just an instant, Check reached the stage of the First War Against Demons.

Watching the changes in Check, Gan Jing repeatedly nodded. "The terrifying power of the bloodline. Just through awakening, it broke through a barrier that troubled me for so long. This is the power of bloodline! This is the terrifying power of bloodline!"

The massive pillar of red light flashed and vanished, instantly retracting back into Fabredis’s body. His formerly pale complexion was now rosy, and the haggard look was entirely gone, replaced by an indescribable, vigorous vitality.

Fabredis’s feet were no longer touching the ground; his entire body was suspended in the air! This was something usually only achievable through the suspension magic or flight magic characteristic of mages.

Now, Fabredis, as a warrior! Used his own power to float successfully! This was a major manifestation of achieving Sainthood! Sainthood! Flight was no longer an ability exclusive to mages! Saints among warriors experienced flight that was freer and more agile; even birds could not compare to a Sainted warrior in terms of aerial movement.

"Sainthood... Sainthood..." Fabredis stared at his hands, trembling, then broke into a stride and rushed to Gan Jing, throwing him into a deep embrace. Tears could no longer be held back at this moment. "I achieved Sainthood... I truly achieved Sainthood!"

"I..." Fabredis choked out, burying his head in Gan Jing’s shoulder, sobbing continuously. "I... I became the first ordinary warrior to achieve Sainthood..."

At this moment, Fabredis cried like a child, while Gan Jing, who was young enough to be his son, comforted Fabredis like an elder.

Sainthood. Fen Tu Kuang Ge watched Fabredis reach Sainthood! It turned out the legends of Sainthood were not lies. Gan Jing! What kind of person are you? Are you even human anymore? You actually enabled an ordinary warrior to reach Sainthood; that is an ability bordering on the divine.

Gan Jing inwardly sighed in relief, realizing this time was purely down to luck. Whether it was the metallic inscriptions, the blood synthesis, or the forging of the Soul Weapon, before starting, he believed he had at least a twenty percent chance of success.

But when he actually started the process, he realized—how could there be a twenty percent chance? Forget one-tenth, even a one percent chance would have been generous.

Especially the inscriptions; Gan Jing himself didn't know how he managed to create them successfully. If he tried again, even making a thousand or ten thousand of them, he might not succeed even once.

Luck. This time, it was truly just luck.

Gan Jing never imagined Fabredis could cry so much. He only stopped weeping after two full hours.

Gan Jing looked at the red-eyed and swollen Fabredis and secretly wondered if achieving Sainthood also significantly enhanced a warrior's capacity for crying. Otherwise, how could one person cry for such a long duration?

"Oh right, you three also seemed to have breakthroughs just now."

Gan Jing chuckled. "Uncle, you finally have the time and leisure to notice the changes we underwent? This is really strange; your achievement of Sainthood actually drove up our combat power along with you."

"I’ve only heard whispers; I’ve never actually seen it," Fabredis looked at the three—Fen Tu Kuang Ge and the others. "Otherwise, why would I have brought you inside?"

Gan Jing stretched his neck. "Alright, you can enjoy your excitement slowly. I am exhausted. I need a good long sleep..."

Returning to the entrance of Jie Shang’s house, he noticed several familiar carriages parked on the street outside. Gan Jing raised an eyebrow and did a quick mental calculation. "Oh, the duel! The duel with the Lei family! I completely forgot about that! Let's see, it was supposed to be around here, right?"

"Surely that Gan Jing isn't afraid of the duel, so he hid away?"

Before he could even step into the house, Gan Jing heard Lei Wei’s all-too-familiar voice. A month's time, coupled with the Lei family's wealth, was enough to get the rib-breaking Lei Wei back on his feet and lively again.

"Hide your sister! Do I need to hide from you people?" Gan Jing, still riding the high from the successful forging of the Soul Weapon, was not about to show any courtesy to Lei Wei’s taunts. He strode boldly into the courtyard. "If you keep shouting nonsense here, believe it or not, I’ll kick you back onto your bed for another month?"

Lei Sheng instinctively wanted to shrink back upon seeing Gan Jing, but suddenly felt a strong, powerful hand on his back, stiffening his posture. His sister, Lei Yueyue, was the Evil Moon Angel of Yongliu City! Moreover, her mental power had broken through the third-level barrier and rapidly climbed to the fifth level! "Gan Jing..." Lei Wei puffed out his chest, looking around his companions. His father, Lei Guang Riyue, was right beside him, making it impossible for Gan Jing to attack outright. His courage soared. "Have you picked the place where you want to die yet?"

Gan Jing couldn't be bothered with verbal sparring with Lei Wei. If that piece of trash didn't have Lei Guang Riyue nearby, going over and kicking him back onto his back would be far more effective than any argument.

"Guild Leader." Gan Jing completely ignored Lei Wei and strode over to Mu Gui Wuxin standing by the wooden gate of the main hall. "Have you chosen the location? Have the witnesses been selected?"

Mu Gui Wuxin paused slightly at Gan Jing’s demeanor and bearing. He seemed different from the Gan Jing of a month ago, yet he couldn't pinpoint exactly how. It wasn't just the subtle change in strength he sensed, but a transformation on the level of mindset and spirit.

During the past month, Gan Jing lived under extreme tension every day. Every hammer strike was not just forging metal but also tempering himself. Every blow was potentially life-or-death. A person forged under such constant pressure for an entire month possessed an indescribable self-confidence.

"I have found the City Lord," Mu Gui Wuxin nodded. "The City Lord is already waiting at the duel site. We should leave now."

Gan Jing approached Fabredis and noticed the expression of the newly Sainted uncle was a bit grim. He asked quietly, "Uncle, what’s wrong?"

"What’s wrong?" Fabredis looked at Gan Jing with a disgruntled expression. "I wanted to come back and celebrate properly, but these bastards showed up to cause trouble."

Gan Jing patted Fabredis’s shoulder. "Uncle, celebrating later is just as good."

"Fine, whatever you say," Fabredis nodded repeatedly. The greatest benefactor for his achievement of Sainthood was Gan Jing; that sense of gratitude was impossible to express in words.