How many? Gan Jing shot the Serpent King bloodline warrior a disdainful look. After finishing his duel with the Boss, Fen Tu Kuang Ge had spent a full day flattering Luo Qingqing and reportedly walked away with four boxes of premium cigarettes. And now he was here whining about being poor? It was a waste of talent for him to be a warrior instead of going into commerce.

“No Dou Qi needed? Defeated Hall Tie with one punch?” Isabella rotated the quill in her hand, a faint smile gracing her lips. “This common warrior is truly strange. His Dou Qi reserve is comparable to that of the Demon Subjugation Second War era, but the way it explodes is frighteningly intense—at least over ten thousand cycles, right? And his fighting style is more seasoned than a veteran’s. Once he enters a combat state, he must achieve his objective. Anyone obstructing him holds no distinction in status; they are simply either an opponent or an ally.”

“Requesting leave,” Isabella stretched her arms wide, making her prominent stature even more striking. “I eagerly await his performance once he returns to the Academy. To secure better treatment, his only path is to climb the ranks—Academy rankings, Department rankings, and the overall Academy Grand Ranking! Different rankings bring different benefits. Only then will we truly know the extent of his capabilities.”

“The quality of this year’s new recruits is excellent; I am highly anticipating it!” Isabella rose and pushed open the office window, gazing outside. Aside from the unexpectedly joining Hydra bloodline warrior, there were also over a dozen Titan bloodline warriors hailing from the other ten great bloodline warrior families. In particular, Titan Iron Curtain was the strongest among all Titan bloodline warriors this year and one of the most promising future prospects.”

Titan Iron Curtain, Duan Feng Bu Er . . . . . . Isabella counted on her fingers ceaselessly. Besides these two among the ten great bloodline warriors, several Thunder Roar bloodline warrior recruits had also arrived this time. The one named Lei Ming Chang Feng, a Lightning Eel bloodline warrior, was exceptionally outstanding as well.

“Truly a bountiful year,” Isabella, in high spirits, leaped out the window to look up at the sky. I wonder if these newcomers can put some pressure on the Five-Year Heaven Refining Spirit Barrier? He has occupied the top seat in the campus for two years. Even counting last year’s freshmen until now, not a single one has forced him to activate his Bloodline War Body. I am almost forgetting what the bloodline war body of the Griffin King bloodline warrior even looks like.”

“Acha…”

Gan Jing suddenly sneezed and looked around doubtfully. The suitable temperature and his monstrously robust physique meant he couldn't have caught a cold. Why the sudden sneeze? Never mind! No need to dwell on it. He needed to hire a carriage at the Torrent Fortress quickly and head to Qian Prefecture!

Leaving the little city that was the Conquest Academy and returning to Eternal Flow City, he navigated the streets and alleys back to Torrent Fortress. Even before stepping through the main gate, he heard the coarse roar of Mu Gui Wuxin emanating from within.

“Fabridis, hurry up and scram back to your Oakland! I’ve had enough! I’m going mad with jealousy! If you don’t show off, will you die?”

The great hall of Torrent Fortress lacked its usual bustle. Warriors, who usually streamed in and out, were either hiding in their rooms or had gone to the Mercenary Guild to see if there were any good assignments available.

Mu Gui Wuxin strode forward with a battered face and disheveled clothes, glaring back at Fabreidis, who followed closely behind with a beaming smile.

Gan Jing’s eyes widened at the sight. This scene was incredibly jarring. If it were Fabridis walking ahead with his clothes askew and the ferocious-looking Mu Gui Wuxin chasing behind, that scene might possess some aesthetic quality of a developing story.

But this—a large, disheveled figure walking away quickly as if fleeing, followed by a handsome man… this was too stimulating to the eyes! If people unaware of their relationship saw this scene, they would easily jump to certain conclusions.

“Come on… come on, Wuxin, we haven’t seen each other in years…” Fabreidis trailed behind, carrying the Tianlu Sword, his arms wide open happily. “I missed you so much! Don’t you miss me? Let’s be intimate just a little longer…”

“Miss your sister! I don’t miss you! Get lost! Hurry up and scram back to Oakland!” Mu Gui Wuxin waved his hand repeatedly without looking back. “I never want to be intimate with you again!”

Intimate? Gan Jing scratched his head. Could these two really be…?

“Gan Jing, you’ve arrived at a good time.” Mu Gui Wuxin’s gloomy expression brightened considerably with a smile. “Hurry up and get this guy you brought with you sent away.”

“What’s going on here?” Gan Jing looked at Fabreidis with confusion. Could this uncle have actually taken advantage of everyone being absent and done something beastly that embarrassed the President of Torrent Fortress?

Fabreidis stopped in his tracks, looking cheerful. “Nothing much. I just haven’t seen Wuxin in a long time, so we were intimate for a bit…”

“Intimate your sister!” Mu Gui Wuxin swore profusely. “Damn it! Is that how you get intimate? After achieving Sainthood, instead of focusing on completing the Soul Domain of your Holy Soul, you only come looking for me to spar! Is that sparring? I’m the President of Torrent Fortress, a Dou Hun level master! Thank you! I’m not your punching bag for fun.”

Gan Jing grimaced, finally understanding. So, this Uncle Fabreidis hadn’t quite gotten over the excitement of achieving Sainthood, and the most resilient and toughest person in the entire Torrent Fortress was none other than the President, Master Mu Gui Wuxin. Since they were friends… no wonder the President’s face was bruised in spots and his clothes were ragged. It turned out he’d been beaten up.

Fabreidis looked helplessly at Mu Gui Wuxin. “Every time we meet in the past, we always have to have a good session of intimacy…”

“Your past sister!” Mu Gui Wuxin pointed to the bruises on his face. “Before you became a Saint, when we fought, I’d take three hits, and you’d take one of mine. That was fair. Now that you’re a damn Saint, what intimacy is there! I’m done playing! Someday, when I collect all the materials, I’ll ask Gan Jing to help me get that thing, and see if I don’t ‘intimately’ finish you off!”

“Don’t be like that…” Fabreidis smirked wickedly. “You’re the only Dou Hun level expert in Torrent Fortress; who else am I supposed to fight if not you?”

“Find the City Lord, the leaders of other factions! Or find those elders of the Lei family. Lei Guang Riyue’s father is still alive,” Mu Gui Wuxin waved his hands repeatedly. “Oh, and there’s also Mo Fa Ling…”

Fabreidis tapped his chin repeatedly with his index finger. “You think I haven’t considered that? I was just trying to think of an excuse to go visit them one by one.”

“Excuses? I’ll help you think of some later,” Mu Gui Wuxin’s expression suddenly shifted like the weather from cloudy to clear. “First, come to my room and look at the maps. We can discuss where to find the Soul Weapon materials I need.”

“This…” Gan Jing called out to the two Torrent Fortress powerhouses who were already walking side-by-side toward the room. “I have something I need to ask…”

“What is it?” Mu Gui Wuxin’s thick eyebrows furrowed, his face flickering with suspicious speculation. “Did the Conquest War Academy disrespect me? Did they refuse the introduction letter you brought? If so, I’ll go with you!”

Because his friend had achieved Sainthood, the President of Torrent Fortress, who was genuinely very happy deep down, now had an air of confidence that was far greater than just days ago. His arm, thicker than Gan Jing’s thigh, carried the manner of a nouveau riche who had suddenly struck it rich. But he had to admit, that kind of unrestrained, money-flinging bravado sometimes carried a truly shocking impact.

Gan Jing really wanted to see what kind of sparks would fly if this current President, radiating that nouveau riche aura, collided with the imposing presence of the Principal.

“The Academy accepted us,” Gan Jing scratched his head. “I want to go home once to bring my father here.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Fabreidis inquired. “Where is he? I’ll go with you, meet the old brother I’ve never seen before.”

Gan Jing pondered for a moment. “It’s better if I go alone. The Luo family’s main business has just arrived in Eternal Flow City; they will need Uncle’s considerable care…”

“Is it far?” Fabreidis frowned slightly, examining Gan Jing closely. “If it’s only a few days round trip, I suppose it should be safe.”

“Qian City, Qian Prefecture.”

Qian City, Qian Prefecture? In the vast hall, everyone stared at Gan Jing with collective surprise.

Qian Prefecture! Among the Nine Prefectures of the Zhence Dynasty, it was one of the most famous! The prefecture where the Qian family, the lineage of the Three Ultimate Bloodline Warriors, and the Elf King bloodline warriors resided—that was Qian Prefecture!

The Great Emperor, who possessed an imperial bearing, Emperor Fu Long Zhence, named the prefecture where the Qian family was located as Qian! The location of the Qian family was essentially the heart of Qian Prefecture, and even the central city of Qian Prefecture was named Qian City after the Qian family surname!

As the river of time flowed by, many residents of Qian City, if they traced their family trees, might find some tiny familial link to the Qian family. As for anyone surnamed Qian within Qian City, they were certainly descendants of the Qian family!

This was an unspoken rule, a form of respect shown by others surnamed Qian toward the Elf King bloodline warrior family, allowing the Qian clan within that city to maintain the highest honor.

His father was in Qian City! This could only mean one thing: Gan Jing was a descendant of the Qian family, the Elf King bloodline warriors. Support Shushu.net!

Gan Jing shrugged amidst the shocked gazes of everyone. The sudden appearance of a descendant from the Qian family would indeed cause surprise. The Qian family, one of the three Ultimate Bloodline Awakening Warriors of the Zhence Dynasty, already carried an invisible weight of awe.

“That’s right, I am someone who came from that Qian family,” Gan Jing sighed. “After failing the Bloodline Awakening Ceremony, I left the Qian family. According to the Qian family’s rules, any descendant who fails the awakening must unconditionally serve the successfully awakened bloodline warriors, and they are forbidden from ever being warriors again for life. Those who defy the clan rules will be completely removed from the Qian family genealogy…”