A warrior who had awakened their bloodline power. Yet, he was defeated by a good-for-nothing who hadn't awakened the Elven King's bloodline!

Over the past two months, Qian Wuji had "frequently overheard the mockery whispered behind his back," and some even dared to mock him to his face. "“You've merely come to the Qian family to meet your death.

Did you think by stalling like this you could live a little longer?”" Qian Wuji slightly tilted his chin up toward Qian Jin: "“Today I know… one— ““Wuji” is back.”” Qian Wuqing sharply rebuked, cutting off Qian Wuji’s words, and coldly sneered down at the astonished Qian Wuji: ““Only a cowardly dog barks to bolster its own courage.”” Qian Wuji felt a wave of annoyance in his heart. He wanted to snap back at Qian Wuqing—You were also defeated by Qian Jin—but the moment his eyes met Qian Wuqing’s wolf-like gaze, his lingering resentment evaporated into cowardice, and he dared not raise his head to meet Qian Wuqing’s stare.

Qian Zhanxuan’s eyebrows twitched slightly, a fleeting trace of appreciation crossing the corner of his lips. In just two short months, this kid had improved significantly.

Although he couldn't compare to the astonishing genius of Qian Wushuang, with proper honing, he could still become a good piece of steel! Qian Zhanxuan’s brows lifted again, shifting his gaze to another spot amidst the crowd, searching for Qian Wuxin.

This fellow had left the Qian family with Qian Wutian two months prior. Knowing a duel was set for today, yet he still hadn't returned!

Qian Chenfeng, upon hearing the hushed whispers of several reporting Qian family members, quickly approached Qian Zhanxuan and murmured softly in his ear: ““Patriarch, there is still no trace of Qian Wuxin.”” ““Qian Wuxin?”” Qian Zhanxuan glared with domineering force: ““Why should I care if that waste lives or dies? If he’s dead, let him stay dead!

I’m worried about Wutian… Wutian! You know…”” Qian Chenfeng nodded subtly and retreated.

Qian Wutian was hailed as possessing innate talent comparable to the genius bloodline warrior Qian Wushuang, a super-genius warrior who immediately triggered the awakening of the Elven King’s bloodline the moment he stepped onto the awakening ritual array! Regardless of whether Qian Wutian truly had a chance for ultimate awakening, at least in the eyes of the elder powerhouses of the Qian family, it wasn't impossible for him to reach the Heavenly Extreme Awakening.

For such a crucial future fighting force of the Qian family to have been led away by Qian Wuxin? Qian Chenyu shook his head lightly.

If he were the Patriarch, he would have Qian Wuxin executed immediately upon finding him! The Qian family didn't lack bloodline warriors!

Killing one or two to intimidate the others would be entirely justifiable. ““Ahem…”” Qian Chenyu let out a dry cough in the silence.

At the quiet entrance of the Qian family grounds, every eye turned toward him. Under the scrutiny of the crowd, Qian Chenyu felt a faint displeasure rising within him.

To be a dignified powerhouse who had achieved Heavenly Extreme Awakening of the Elf Bloodline, yet now having to speak on behalf of these younger generations’ skirmishes—this was hardly easy. But unfortunately, among those gathered outside the gate today, besides Patriarch Qian Zhanxuan, he was the only one qualified to stabilize the scene.

““Two months ago, a few ignorant young disciples came to cause trouble at the gates of our Qian family.”” Qian Chenyu slowly let his words flow: “The Patriarch showed great benevolence! He gave them two months to reflect on their errors.

Now those two months have passed…”” Pan Hongji wore a cold, unconcealed sneer as he lightly shook his head. This Qian Chenyu was indeed as the intelligence suggested—he possessed respectable strength but lacked the spirit to bear the weight of that strength!

One moment relying on his status as a Heavenly Extreme Awakened, the next he was bending over backward to paint a rosy picture for the Qian family. Why all the nonsense?

The matter is simple: Qian Jin came to pick up his father. Your family members looked down on Qian Jin and tried to teach him a lesson, only to find themselves beaten instead of inflicting the lesson.

So your Qian family became enraged and sent out several more people to fight Qian Jin, and they were all beaten down by him. Then your Patriarch emerged, severely wounding Qian Jin, and then, using his position as Patriarch, decreed that someone like Qian Cheng, who should have been free to leave the Qian family, was permanently forbidden from ever leaving.

““Chenyu, that’s enough…”” A faint displeasure appeared on Qian Zhanxuan’s brow. Did this matter really need such a lengthy explanation?

Couldn't Qian Zhanxuan handle such a minor affair himself? Making so many excuses for such a small matter—with that mindset, he would lose a hundred out of a hundred fights against an equal level of powerhouse!

It’s a good thing Heavenly Extreme Awakened experts aren't too numerous, otherwise… Qian Zhanxuan sighed softly: ““Let the combatants come onto the stage…”” Qian Chenyu’s speech was abruptly severed, increasing his internal discomfort. He was just about to reach the passionate climax, a point where he could have lifted Qian Wuqing’s morale and shattered Qian Jin’s fighting will.

““Then…”” ““Wait… wait a moment.”” Duan Fengbuer interrupted Qian Chenyu once more, smiling pleasantly as he looked toward Qian Zhanxuan on the platform: ““I say, Qian Family Patriarch, since this is a fight, why don't we wager something as a stake? I personally propose that if Qian Jin wins, you must grant Uncle Qian Cheng his freedom.

If Qian Jin…”” ““Young man,”” Qian Zhanxuan coldly interrupted Duan Fengbuer: “You don't seem to grasp who holds the authority here. Whether the fight happens, and whether we wager—I decide both!

What we wager is also decided by me! Enough, you can step down now.”” Qian Jin slowly straightened his back, gazing at Qian Zhanxuan on the high platform—this was the authority that stemmed from strength and influence!

““Is this a duel today?”” Outside the crowd, a warhorse halted its gallop. Those on the outermost ring of spectators turned to see the figure on the horse and parted ways.

More people turned to look at the speaker, then also quickly made way. Qian Wushuang!

In Qian City, there were two people everyone had to know: one was the rarely seen Patriarch, Qian Zhanxuan! The other was the Elven King bloodline warrior upon whom the entire Qian family and indeed, all of Qian City, pinned infinite hope—Qian Wushuang, the one most likely to achieve the ultimate awakening of the bloodline power!

““Qian Wushuang is back…”” ““Qian Wushuang has returned!”” “Qian Wushuang is back!”” The surrounding crowd erupted into noisy chatter. Qian Wushuang was known to everyone in Qian City, Yet no one knew the specifics of his movements.

As the Qian family’s greatest hope for awakening the ultimate Elven King bloodline power, he was also a top target for assassination by the Demon Race’s Dark Division. His movements were always kept highly confidential.

Only the highest echelon of the Qian family knew his whereabouts; even the military had no clearance. This extreme secrecy came at the cost of bloodshed.

Once, the most promising individual destined to awaken the ultimate bloodline power in the Three-Headed Golden Dragon family had his whereabouts widely known, And as a result, the Dark Division paid the price of over thirty members to eliminate the warrior who was theoretically the strongest Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline. That generation saw no further warriors achieving ultimate bloodline power in the Three-Headed Golden Dragon family.

Of course, in that same generation, the Demon Race’s ultimate bloodline warrior, the Undying Monarch bloodline, was also eliminated by the Black Dragon Guard of the Zhence Dynasty, costing them over forty lives. Since that incident, both the Zhence Dynasty and the Demon Race implemented stringent measures to keep the movements of those capable of awakening ultimate bloodline power secret, precisely to prevent the other side from discovering and carrying out assassination attempts.

Qian Jin turned his head to look at Qian Wushuang. Three years had passed since they last met.

This Elven King bloodline warrior of the same age was taller now, his muscles more defined. Perhaps influenced by the Elven King bloodline power, Qian Wushuang, whose appearance had been somewhat rugged back then, now exuded an air of refined elegance.

“Patriarch…” Qian Wushuang glanced at Qian Cheng, who was about to rise, gave a light smile, dismounted, and nodded slightly toward Qian Zhanxuan: “I’ve returned.” “How was it?” “…Boring.” Qian Wushuang lightly shook his head: “The intelligence this time was flawed. The Dark Division only sent two Two-Star operatives, whom I dispatched with a casual sword strike.” “…Two Two-Star operatives?” Qian Zhanxuan frowned slightly and beckoned Qian Wushuang to approach him: “Was the intelligence report that wildly inaccurate?” Qian Wushuang walked unhurriedly.

As he brushed past Qian Wuqing, he said softly: “Wuqing, you’ve grown quite a bit since I last saw you. Very good!

Keep working hard; you will become an outstanding warrior.” Qian Wuqing stared expressionlessly at Qian Jin and replied quietly to Qian Wushuang: “I will surpass you!” “Is that so?” Qian Wushuang raised an eyebrow slightly, revealing an indescribably dashing smile: “I look forward to it.” “Rest assured, I will! Absolutely.” Qian Wuqing didn't even spare a glance for the passing Qian Wushuang: “How could I possibly yield to someone whose father is a mere stable hand, someone whom even the stable hand dares not step on?

If it were me… I would crush his shoulders directly!” Qian Wushuang stopped, slowly turning back to look at Qian Wuqing, shaking his head lightly, a faint sense of disappointment flickering in his eyes: “You truly disappoint me. I thought you had matured, but I see you are still so stagnant.

Remember this, you are a noble warrior of the Elven King’s bloodline. Only the Earth itself is worthy of my treading!

A waste who cannot even awaken a primary bloodline power, in my eyes…” “…Is nothing more than a pile of filth!” Qian Wushuang’s voice suddenly rose, his slightly lifted chin radiating a kingly, condescending gaze as he swept over everyone: “How can a noble warrior of the Elven King’s bloodline possibly tread upon something as filthy as excrement?” A formidable aura exploded from Qian Wushuang’s usually refined body. His eyes bypassed Qian Jin, swept over Duan Fengbuer, and landed on Lucifer Liushui: “Woman, you have an attractive appearance, but your taste in men is abysmal.

As a descendant of the Elven King’s bloodline, you fail to awaken the family's bloodline power! What use is such a waste?

Be my woman! I will show you what a real man is!” The surrounding crowd stared dumbfounded at Qian Wushuang—this was the genius of the Qian family?

Truly displaying overwhelming arrogance! The only reason he hadn't stepped on the stable hand earlier was to avoid tainting himself, yet he started by openly stealing a woman in front of the man concerned.

Qian Jin looked coldly at Qian Wushuang. This was the Qian family’s genius!

The countless Qian family disciples who failed to awaken their bloodline powers spent their entire lives accumulating resources for him to use to enhance his battle qi, only to earn a judgment worse than dirt in return! This was the Qian family’s genius!

The reason he dismounted just now was not out of respect for the elders, but because disdain permeated his very bones!