With that movement, Enrak's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he could see visible blades of intent erupting from Qian Jin’s body aura. Each thrust of blade intent meeting the Earth-Shattering Slashes pressing down on him was like countless hidden figures rushing out from within his aura upon his silent command, launching a desperate counterattack!

The blade intent was infinite, vast enough to cover the sky; if his power continued to grow, one day it would truly blot out the sun and obscure the heavens!

His arms, wrapped in the sharp edge of Battle Qi, acted like war blades, carrying a tearing sharpness, and he slashed out in all directions.

The Metal-Splitting Flurry of the Iron Mantis bloodline! Forcing it forward, beads of blood seeped from his pores and skin, mixing into the Battle Qi coating his arms—they looked like two war blades stained with the blood of countless slaughtered lives!

Enrak’s pupils contracted repeatedly; Qian Jin’s Metal-Splitting Flurry had surpassed what his body could endure! It was more ferocious than at any previous moment!

The cleaving strikes of the Metal-Splitting Flurry were continuous, flowing as one like ten thousand blades from a military formation striking simultaneously, slamming into the incoming Earth-Shattering Slashes.

Bang! The Metal-Splitting Flurry collided with the Battle Qi of the Earth-Shattering Slashes. The blood coating his arms trembled slightly, and Qian Jin’s vision suddenly went black as his body was thrown violently backward, crashing through the thick wooden door. The Earth-Shattering Slashes landed one after another, savagely impacting his frame.

The sheer suppression of superior strength had overpowered the technique and momentum of the Metal-Splitting Flurry. Defeated!

Qian Jin’s body flew out into the street, sliding along the ground until he slammed into the opposite building, his entire form drenched in blinding blood.

“This kid…” Enrak nodded watching the battered Qian Jin being sent flying. “Interesting. He clearly doesn't know what Battle Heart Consciousness is, yet he can instinctively trigger it. That’s almost the intuition of a beast—intuition overpowering thought? How did he train this?”

Adams emerged from the apothecary, shaking his head and sighing as he watched the blood-soaked Qian Jin lying on the ground. “What an unlucky child. Isn’t it just Battle Heart? Is this how he courts death just to comprehend it?”

A bottle of potion, so magical it defied description, was poured down his throat. Qian Jin felt his body recovering at an astonishing speed. Aside from the spent Battle Qi which couldn't be replenished, his physical injuries were healing rapidly.

This was a truly top-tier potion? Qian Jin tested his fully recovered body, watching Adams’ retreating back. Even the tinctures of a master alchemist couldn't achieve this effect.

“Remember the feeling of being beaten just now.” Enrak waved his hand toward the door, and all the scattered wood chips on the ground lifted, quickly reassembling themselves into two brand-new doors. “That, too, was done by Battle Heart Consciousness… Right! Everyone’s Battle Heart Consciousness is different. If you try to copy mine exactly, you’ll ruin yourself.”

Qian Jin stared as the shattered door reassembled and closed again, blinking hard. “Does this Battle Heart Consciousness even handle construction?”

Returning to Uncle Black’s smithy, the mysterious blacksmith didn't even glance at Qian Jin. “Go work the bellows. Don’t forget the smithing breathing method.”

Qian Jin desperately wanted to ask what the smithing breathing method was, but seeing the uncle had zero interest in conversation, he swallowed the question. Everyone had curiosity, but everyone also had secrets they didn’t wish to share; one couldn’t force an inquiry into another’s privacy just because of one's own curiosity.

When the sixteen hours elapsed, Qian Jin exited the Endless World and stretched his physical body. He found that his previously broken arms were completely healed! This… this was too miraculous!

Too exhilarated and happy to wait, Qian Jin sat down again, closing his eyes to recall the moment Enrak attacked, feeling it with his body, his Battle Qi, his Battle Heart—the sensation of being struck.

What exactly was Battle Heart Consciousness? Qian Jin opened his eyes and smiled; now he was starting to understand. It seemed he truly belonged to the type that needed a good beating; Enrak’s explanations were far less effective than simply beating him up.

Battle Heart Consciousness was indeed difficult to define. As Qian Jin walked through the flower beds searching for the herbs needed for the eye transplant, he continuously pondered the concept in his mind. His current understanding was that it involved focusing one’s Jing, Qi, and Shen—mind, technique, and body—into a form of ultimate control, yet it wasn't only that. Battle Heart seemed to be a long process of growth, much like human maturation.

Battle Heart didn't require borrowing external power, but rather incorporating external power as one's own. Nor was it simply absorbing that power into the body; it was very similar to Beast Fighting Techniques, where the most basic level involved imitating the combat styles of magical and wild beasts.

But to truly unleash a Beast Fighting Technique, one needed more than just mimicking its form; the crucial element was grasping its spirit! Only by embodying the very essence of the technique could it be called a true Beast Fighting Technique! Support the high-rise, click to subscribe and vote.

Battle Heart is a world! Qian Jin suddenly stopped walking. Yes! Uncle Enrak’s words held merit: everyone's world is different, so everyone's Battle Heart Consciousness must also be different. What he needed to do was find his own world and build the world that belonged to him.

“When are we doing the eye replacement?”

“Huh?” Qian Jin looked up at Ceke Fute, who was lying in the flower bed, his chest still healing. “Once I prepare the medicine, we’ll start. But there’s one thing I need to tell you in advance. The success rate for implanting the Destruction Demon Eye isn't high… and even if it succeeds, frequent use within a certain period will result in blindness.”

“Understood.” Ceke Fute let out a light breath. “Prepare the medicine, and let’s begin.”

Qian Jin said no more, burying himself in collecting various herbs. The well water that the Sand Python had soaked in carried no poison; on the contrary, because the nutrients from the python’s body had leached into the water source, the water quality had become exceptionally good, capable of strengthening the physique of a normal person if consumed regularly.

Various strange instruments were set up. Ceke Fute drank the paralyzing anesthetic Qian Jin had concocted using mutated herbs and the principles of alchemy; his body gradually began to lose some sensation.

“Does it hurt?” Qian Jin pricked Ceke Fute’s arm with a small knife. “How much does it hurt?”

Ceke Fute frowned, thinking seriously. “About thirty percent of the usual pain.”

“Perfect.” Qian Jin took a deep breath, looking at Ceke Fute. “You’ll have to endure the pain now. Eye replacement cannot be completely painless; if it were, the transplant would certainly fail. It must maintain a certain level of pain…”

Duan Feng Buer and Fen Tu Kuangge licked their lips. Thirty percent pain sounded like a significant reduction, but the issue was that this involved the eyes. Normally, even a light touch to the eye caused one to cry out in pain; thirty percent of that sensation was no less agonizing than being stabbed through the abdomen with a knife.

Various strange potions, administered in separate batches at different times, entered Ceke Fute’s mouth and flowed toward his eye sockets…

The jade blade, glowing with a faint emerald light, plunged into Ceke Fute’s eye socket. The rigidly composed body suddenly convulsed violently. Pain!

Duan Feng Buer simply turned away, certain he would vomit if he kept watching; this mysterious potion ritual was truly insane.

Fen Tu Kuangge held a bronze longsword and started practicing his forms instead. This situation was simply too baffling to comprehend.

One minute felt as long as an hour. The sweat soaking Ceke Fute had already formed a small stream beneath him. Veins seemed ready to burst through his skin, and his Bloodline War Body was fully unleashed at Qian Jin’s command.

The red eyes, uniquely marked with a six-pointed star, were swiftly transplanted.

A full six hours passed. Qian Jin finished bandaging Ceke Fute’s eyes and said weakly, “Try taking them off in three days. I did my best.”

“Mmm…” Ceke Fute was too weak from the pain to utter more than a sound.

Qian Jin collapsed onto the ground like a puddle of mud. This eye replacement was far more exhausting than any time in the Endless World. There, he had the guidance of Teacher Eulala beside him; here, he was entirely on his own.

The silence during the operation felt like a million-pound boulder pressing down on him; that atmosphere of stillness seemed to become the most powerful force in the world.

Half an hour later, Duan Feng Buer handed him a roasted sand scorpion leg. The savory meat melted in his mouth. Qian Jin slowly regained strength. “Under this water, there should be a dead, giant Sand Python. If nothing unexpected happened, its Demon Core should still be there…”

Whoosh…

Duan Feng Buer moved like the wind, rushing toward the curtain of water before Qian Jin finished speaking.

What was a Sand Python? One of the top-tier magical beasts! The value of its Demon Core was endless, whether for Inscriptionists, Artifact Forgers, or Mages.

Of course, for a Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warrior, its value was incalculable.

Qian Jin dragged his exhausted frame and beckoned to Fen Tu Kuangge, walking toward the water curtain.

The Desolate Ancient Sand Sea welcomed a new morning. The rising sun was like a giant furnace, instantly dispelling the extreme chill of the desert night. Stepping onto the sand, even with insulated deerskin boots, could not stop the rolling wave of heat emanating from the ground.

Qian Jin silently dug two massive pits, each about three meters deep. Black, oily openings spewed forth rolling currents of heat, as if what lay beneath wasn't sand, but scorching red magma at the edge of a volcano.

“Take the two long scrapers you have and jump in.” Qian Jin pointed to one pit, addressing Fen Tu Kuangge. “If you can’t hold your breath, pop up for a gasp and then go back down.”

Fen Tu Kuangge stared at the pit beneath his feet, stunned. What was this? The Great True Gold Battle Qi manual didn’t mention entering such a place.

“Your Battle Qi is the Great True Gold Battle Qi, which essentially means absorbing gold energy and mixing it into your qi,” Qian Jin explained, pointing to the pit. “The initial gold energy absorbed by the Great True Gold Battle Qi is impure. Theoretically, this is unavoidable; you can’t start by using Iron Essence to absorb the purest gold energy. As a result, the gold energy you absorb will contain impurities…”