If the Qian family could possess the bloodline warriors of fallen angels from this, what an astonishing feat that would be! What right would the other two ultimate bloodline warrior families of the Zhen Ce Dynasty have to contend with the Qian family?

Even the Demon Race would be completely swept aside in the near future because of this!

"She won't leave even under such danger." Chekford stood up and paced around, his eyes scanning the surrounding flowers and plants with hostility. If Qian Jin hadn't said they were extremely useful, he would have burned the entire place to the ground to find out what was hidden here that so attracted Lucifer Liushui to stay.

Qian Jin's eyes darted around. Besides the mutated flora, there was nothing else here. Could it be that she also knew about the secret chamber behind? Ten million gold coins was a huge sum; even a princess might not be able to produce that much money, but it was definitely not enough to warrant the princess risking her life.

"Want to know what she wants?" Fen Tu Kuang Ge frowned, looking around. "Then just give the place over to her! Wouldn't we then know what she wants?"

Qian Jin lightly tapped his head. He had read many books on military strategy; how could he forget such a method?

Duan Feng Bu Er sat on the stone-carved throne, giving a thumbs-up. "As expected of someone from a military family! Using military strategy even here."

"We can't beat you right now, so we have to have some advantages, right?" Fen Tu Kuang Ge lightly flicked his fingers, a confident smile gracing his face. The tradition of the Fen Tu family was that it was a place for outstanding commanders. All Fen Tu disciples received the strictest military command training from childhood, which was quite different from Qian Jin's self-taught approach.

"Fine! That's settled!" Qian Jin slapped his thigh. "When your injuries are completely healed, we'll pretend to leave here."

Chekford raised his hand to touch the wounded area on his chest. "Lucifer Liushui, this palm strike you gave me, I will definitely return it to you."

Qian Jin opened the Dou Jie (Battle World) and sighed upon seeing that the Dou Shi (Battle Stones) inside had completely vanished. The Dou Shi vein in the Four Seasons Valley was truly too small; it had been completely used up today. As a result, the speed of Dou Qi enhancement would decrease significantly. It seemed he would have to go to the auction to use the gold coins he just obtained to buy some Dou Shi and Dou Jing (Battle Crystals).

Ten million gold coins? Qian Jin looked at the gold coins in the Dou Jie and gently shook his head. This was a massive number, yet also a very small one. Whether used to purchase Dou Jing or materials, ten million gold coins might be spent very quickly.

Looking at the empty Dou Jie, Qian Jin scratched his head again. Ever since advancing to the Fu Mo (Demon Subduing) First Battle stage, the Dou Jie had been expanding along with his growing strength. Once he possessed the Dou Xin (Battle Heart), this Dou Jie expanded greatly again. Its length and width were now each a thousand meters, and its height was also a thousand meters. Provided by the Xiao Wentou of the Chang Cha Feng Yun Strike Team: if he were to enter the Human-Demon Battlefield in the future and suffer a serious injury, even as a logistics transport soldier, it would be astonishing. How much grain could such a large space hold?

The cave returned to tranquility. Chekford applied the ointment Qian Jin gave him to his chest, Duan Feng Bu Er continued his Dou Qi practice with Fen Tu Kuang Ge, and Qian Jin, as usual, put his hat over his face and entered the Endless World.

Time passed quickly in the calm. In the blink of an eye, another seven days went by. Fen Tu Kuang Ge recovered to the level of the Fu Mo Fourth Battle stage he was at when he self-destructed his Dou Qi, and his Dou Qiao (Battle Apertures) had reached fifty.

"This Great True Gold Dou Qi is too powerful, isn't it?" Duan Feng Bu Er repeatedly clicked his tongue. "If one isn't an awakened Bloodline Warrior, no matter how much they push themselves, they'll only be Jiang Mo (Demon Suppressing) Warriors and fundamentally unable to cultivate Dou Qi secret arts. I even want to cultivate it."

"Cultivate what?" Fen Tu Kuang Ge surfaced from the water. "You've buried yourself in the sand these past few days too, haven't you already reached the peak of the Jiang Mo Eighth Battle stage?"

Duan Feng Bu Er twitched the corners of his mouth, causing his earlobes to move slightly. "Where did Qian Jin research this practice method? Although it's a bit self-abusive, it's really effective—even more effective than described."

Chekford secretly nodded. Although he only pushed himself yesterday, it was indeed more effective than usual.

Qian Jin floated in the water, opened the Dou Jie, and continuously poured the water that could stimulate serpentine bloodline warriors into it. In the thousand-plus cubic meters of space, he poured a full eight hundred cubic meters before stopping the irrigation.

The water level remained the same as at the beginning; it hadn't decreased despite losing eight hundred cubic meters, causing Duan Feng Bu Er to marvel.

"This kind of training is also self-abusive?" Qian Jin climbed onto the shore, shook his body, flinging most of the water droplets from his clothes onto the ground, and sighed inwardly. What then was what he called his training in the Endless World? Yesterday, he was put through the wringer again by Uncle Black, Uncle Adams, and Master Oulala combined.

The effect was quite obvious! Qian Jin felt that the Steel Body realm of the Wind Cloud Golden Body had improved considerably again. Even his Dou Qi, amidst this continuous life-and-death struggle, combined with the aid of his Dou Xin consciousness, advanced to the Fu Mo Fifth Battle stage.

Advancing from the Fu Mo Fourth Battle to the Fu Mo Fifth Battle stage in half a month—Qian Jin himself didn't know what to say about this speed; it was indeed faster than that of a bloodline warrior.

"Your speed is fast because your Dou Kang..." Fen Tu Kuang Ge looked at Qian Jin's emotional face and said, "No Fu Mo Warrior possesses a Dou Xin. The Dou Xin has always belonged to Zhu Mo (Demon Executing) Warriors. The higher one advances in strength, the greater the amount of Dou Qi required. Without a Dou Xin, if one is at the Zhu Mo strength level, the immense Dou Qi needed for improvement might take until who knows when to accumulate."

Qian Jin nodded and walked towards the outside of the cave. The Dou Xin's speed in absorbing Dou Qi was indeed astonishing. If he had another Dou Jing in hand, the speed could truly be described as flying.

"You, at the Fu Mo stage, already possess the Dou Xin required for Zhu Mo. Your speed of absorbing Dou Qi is calculated using the Zhu Mo stage; it's far too fast compared to any Fu Mo stage practitioner."

"Kuang Ge, you truly profited greatly this time," Duan Feng Bu Er walked out of the cave with a smile.

"I heard that for ordinary warriors, condensing a Dou Xin is an extremely difficult task. Qian Jin found you a shortcut."

Fen Tu Kuang Ge nodded lightly. Training buried in the sand these past few days, he truly felt that this method was superior, much more practical than relying on clumsy inscription formations.

"Qian Jin."

"What is it?" Qian Jin looked at Chekford with some surprise. This mixed-race super handsome guy rarely spoke unless necessary.

"Let the Demon Martialist beside Lucifer Liushui go."

"No problem." Qian Jin nodded, unable to hide the curiosity in his eyes as he looked at Chekford. This mixed-race handsome guy was definitely not a softhearted person. When they returned to Oakland, he dared to directly make the City Guard General evaporate into thin air. Why would he plead for a Demon Race member today?

Didn't he hate the Demon Race the most?

"He..." Chekford paused. "...is a good demon. The reason I was able to leave the Imperial Palace alive that day was because he reported to me and then secretly let me go. Otherwise, I would already be dead."

Qian Jin sighed, scratching his head awkwardly. If he had known this was the situation, he wouldn't have loosed that arrow that day, turning Chekford's benefactor demon into a one-legged demon. It seemed he would have to find a way to compensate him later.

"Princess, they have left."

"Left?" Lucifer Liushui's single eye showed deep contemplation. "Have they really left?"

Ralpha glanced back at Lucifer Liushui. This princess, who never submitted to anyone, seemed genuinely scared off by the ordinary warrior named Qian Jin.

"Let's wait a bit longer," Lucifer Liushui gently shook her head. "I always feel that things are not that simple."

Ralpha spread his bat wings, gliding in the air using the desert storms, occasionally releasing the special seeking sound waves of the Blood Bat Warriors. Through the fierce winds of the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea, he painstakingly searched for the whereabouts of Qian Jin and the others.

"Not good! Land quickly!" Lucifer Liushui suddenly exerted force with her foot, and Ralpha also felt a dangerous cold current flowing through his body. This sensation was not the first time in the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea.

Danger! The Ancient Desolate Sand Sea held infinite dangers, both on the ground and in the sky! They dove rapidly, crashing deep into the sand. Lucifer Liushui secretly poked her head out from the sand and watched the Golden Gryphon King circling overhead several times before leaving.

A terrifying high-level demonic beast! This was the second time! If they had been a bit slower, the Golden Gryphon King's Thunder Hammer magic would have struck, and even the Destruction Demon Eye of the Fu Mo Ninth Battle stage couldn't withstand that terrifying spell.

Watching the disappearing Golden Gryphon King, Lucifer Liushui stood up, brushed the sand off her body, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing again. If she had been wearing the Dark Demon Armor on her body, perhaps she wouldn't have needed to fear that Golden Gryphon King! That damned Qian Jin! He ruined one of my eyes and still hasn't let me get the Dark Demon Armor! I can't wait any longer! Provided by the Xiao Wentou of the Chang Cha Feng Yun Strike Team. "The sooner I get the Dark Demon Armor, the more power I will have for self-preservation." Lucifer Liushui walked towards the direction of the mine. "Staying here is also not safe. I don't know if that Elf King bloodline warrior named Qian Wutian has told his family that we are here."

"He probably won't," the Blood Bat limped behind Lucifer Liushui. "That person is very proud; he will likely try to win back his honor through his own strength."

"Is that so?" Lucifer Liushui tilted her head back to look at the sky. "Let's hope so! Once I get the Dark Demon Armor, I can awaken my bloodline power one more time! Then, within a few months, my strength will greatly advance, and I can personally kill Qian Jin!"

"Princess, Qian Jin and the others should already be far away," the Blood Bat said softly while following behind. "All the sound waves I sent out returned without any information about them."

A smug smile appeared on Lucifer Liushui's face. The knitted brows relaxed to the sides—this was the only good news she had heard in these past few days.

In the not-so-high mine, in the dimly lit cave, Lucifer Liushui took out a luminous pearl from her Dou Jie. To Qian Jin, this was a luxury item, but to a female demon of the royal Demon Race, it was not such a luxury. (To be continued, support Ban Zhe, support original reading!)

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