“For ordinary warriors, there is always an insurmountable chasm. Tian Lian Ling Guan tilted his chin up with a hint of confidence: “Without crossing that chasm, no matter how much of a genius one is, they remain a minor figure compared to a Bloodline Warrior.” Ling Feng Ling Guan nodded heavily: “Exactly!

Ascending to Saint rank! When facing a Saint, ordinary warriors are facing a true, impassable gulf!

We are all Bloodline Warriors with the foundation to potentially reach that Saint realm; that is something ordinary people can never match.”} {If only we knew the real reason he won the Demon Extermination Battle after fighting the Nine Demon Extermination Battles…} Hong Zhe Ling Guan, his eyes half-lidded, glanced at Tian Lian Ling Guan beside him: {Big Brother Tian Lian, perhaps you have a better chance of achieving your dream. Even if you can’t reach that ultimate awakening level of the Three Ultimate Bloodline Warriors, you still have a high chance of defeating them by fighting above your weight class.} Tian Lian Ling Guan’s stride faltered slightly, his pupils flickering with deep thought.

A confident smile soon played across his lips: “Often, the more you actively seek out these ordinary fighters, the more they truly believe they are exceptional. For such people, all it takes is displaying our true strength, and they will automatically bow at our feet…” Ling Feng Ling Guan nodded in agreement.

In the long history of the Zhen Ce Dynasty, no ordinary person had ever escaped this rule; Bloodline Warriors and Bloodline Mages would forever remain the apex existence in this world. {That’s debatable.

The Great Emperor Fu Long Zhen Ce back then was an ordinary person.} Hong Zhe Ling Guan yawned, gazing up at the brilliant starry sky: “…Everyone has a core of innate pride in their bones, it’s just a matter of whether they discover it. I have a feeling that the young man named Qian Jin is starting to awaken that pride within him.”} “Innate pride?

That’s something that only exists before one sinks into despair…” Tian Lian Ling Guan smiled confidently: {When he realizes that despite giving his all, he couldn't even force out my Bloodline Battle Form, he’ll know how to choose. That young man named Qian Jin, besides having a head full of naive ideals, appears to be quite intelligent.} Hong Zhe Ling Guan shrugged and yawned again: “I heard the Qian family is sending people to the Conquering Academy this time… I suppose there won’t only be this one surnamed Qian, right?

I wonder if Qian Wushuang will come? I heard she is the prodigy most likely within the younger generation to awaken the power of the Ultimate Spirit King Bloodline, according to the Qian family’s public consensus.” {Qian Wushuang?} Tian Lian Ling Guan lightly shook his head, a mocking, intriguing cold smile curling his lips: {Still a bit too green.

However, the Qian family appearing at the Conquering Academy is indeed somewhat unexpected… Unexpected! Very unexpected!} On the dance floor, the whispering students, after watching Tian Lian Ling Guan depart, focused most of their attention not back on Qian Jin, but more intensely on Gan Wu Qing Jing.

Compared to the shock of defeating and severely wounding Wei Buhuan with a single punch, the golden signboard of the Qian family—forged by generations of powerful Spirit King bloodlines—created a scene no less impactful than Qian Jin’s display of power. Several warrior students intentionally or unintentionally moved closer to Gan Wu Qing, seemingly wanting to showcase themselves.

A dance party was, after all, a platform the academy provided for students to market and display themselves. Becoming an attendant to a Qian family Spirit King Bloodline Warrior was not just an honor; it represented a secure and affluent standard of living.

Whether as a warrior, a mage, or a merchant, most people weren't striving to reach the pinnacle of their respective domains; they mostly just wanted to improve their lives. While warriors and mages faced the danger of the Man-Demon Battlefield, relatively speaking, if they achieved modest success, the rewards were substantial.

More importantly, for the poor with no initial capital, these two paths offered a swift route to wealth. They required virtually no upfront investment; only effort, combined with a bit of talent and luck, was enough.

{Dak…} Qian Jin, holding Bi Luo’s hand, walked up to Dak. This classmate from Oakland, whom he hadn’t seen in days, now bore the marks of life experience.

His physique had become much leaner, but there was a hint of weariness and dejection resulting from constant setbacks hanging in his spirit. Dak looked awkwardly at Qian Jin, rubbing his hands nervously back and forth, forcing a stiff smile onto his lips: “Qian… Qian Jin, long time no see.” “Yes, it has been a while.” Qian Jin nodded lightly toward the quiet Christine beside him.

This female warrior, who was already curvy and fiery a few years ago in the academy and constantly pestered him for duels, now appeared much quieter than before. The smile on her face was far more natural than Dak’s.

{Qian Jin! I won’t let you get away with this!} Aided by two attendants, Wei Buhuan passed by Qian Jin, his eyes full of venom fixed on him.

The blood staining his cheek made him look exceptionally grim, like the Bloodthirsty Undead spoken of by the bards. {How have things been lately?} Qian Jin completely ignored Wei Buhuan’s words and presence, his eyes solely focused on sizing up Dak.

He recalled Teacher Rodriguez’s previous instruction to look after Dak: “The teacher mentioned you also got into this academy. I meant to look for you both sooner, but I haven't really been around the academy much these past few days…” The hardness on Dak’s face gradually disappeared, replaced by a sense of calm, though a trace of coldness tinged with rejection flickered in his pupils: {We’ll catch up when I have time.

I’m quite tired today.} Qian Jin paused slightly, watching Dak’s retreating back as he walked towards the exit. What?

Had he said something wrong? {Qian Jin.} Christine gently placed a hand on Qian Jin’s shoulder, stopping him from chasing after Dak, shaking her head repeatedly: “Forget it.

Don’t go after him…” Qian Jin was taken aback again, looking at Christine with confusion: “Dak was once the number one ranked warrior student at Oakland Academy. The teachers placed very high hopes on him, and he held great ambitions before coming to the Conquering Academy.” Christine sighed softly, a faint sorrow in her eyes: “But when we arrived at Conquering and realized it was filled with so many geniuses and elites, and that Dak couldn't even meet the ordinary standard…”} Qian Jin could somewhat understand Dak’s feelings.

To have always been the top figure in one place, only to suddenly become one of the worst in a new environment—that kind of disillusionment can sometimes become a crushing blow rather than motivation to strive harder. {He has always wanted to find an outstanding powerhouse to become his attendant.} Christine swept her gaze over the surrounding students who were either dancing or chatting, speaking faintly: “But almost no one extends an invitation for him to become an attendant.

He even proactively introduced himself to excellent students, but…” Christine’s expression added a shade of melancholy. Qian Jin understood he didn't need to ask further; given Dak’s abilities, actively promoting himself would likely yield poor responses.

It would be better to ignore everything and focus on improving himself within the academy than to waste time recommending himself to others. To not strive to enhance one's personal combat strength or military knowledge, but instead fixate on becoming someone's attendant purely due to a setback—this was completely taking the wrong path.

{As his classmate for so many years, I truly couldn’t bear to watch him suffer any longer, so I agreed to accompany him to this dance, hoping someone might extend an invitation to him…} Qian Jin nodded in sudden comprehension. Indeed!

At an event like this dance, even though Christine was currently wearing only the standardized female warrior uniform provided by the academy, she remained radiant and eye-catching, easily drawing attention. Therefore, Dak, standing beside her, would also easily attract notice.

“Esteemed beautiful female student, would I have the honor of inviting you to a dance?” A mage student, whose chest bore the insignia of a Ninth-Rank Mage, spoke with an air of polite gentlemanliness, though a hint of condescension glittered in his eyes. He slightly puffed out his chest as he looked at Christine.

“I apologize…” Christine managed a forced, polite smile: “…I’m very tired today.” “Are you?” The mage smiled confidently: “My footwork can make you forget fatigue…”} “I’m sorry, I’m truly exhausted.” Christine maintained her polite smile and gently shook her head. This kind of gathering was unsuitable for her.

She’d rather spend the time back in her dorm, studying more books on warfare. The confident smile on the mage student’s face froze.

He turned and muttered under his breath as he walked towards another area of the ballroom: “A lowest-tier warrior comes here just to sell herself? Playing the saint?

Sooner or later, I’ll pin you to a bed, strip off your clothes, and have you kneeling before me begging me to take you.”} {Forget it, Qian Jin…} Christine placed both hands on Qian Jin’s shoulders, stopping him from turning back to confront the student: “It’s like this at the Conquering Academy. They only recognize combat ability and military command skills…” {Christine, some things…”} Qian Jin pushed away Christine’s soft, tender hands—hands that seemed ill-suited for a warrior—that rested on his shoulders: “The more you yield, the more you foster bad habits in others.” “Hey, fellow student.” Qian Jin took two steps forward and tapped the man’s shoulder: “You dropped something.” The Ninth-Rank Mage turned back, looking at Qian Jin with surprise: “Dropped what?” “Nothing, my mistake.” Qian Jin lightly patted the man’s shoulder again, releasing a faint trace of Dou Qi through his Thunder Eruption Dou Technique, letting it seep into the man’s body through the contact point.

Christine looked at Qian Jin, who had returned, with confusion. Why, after chasing after him so angrily, did he only pat the man’s shoulder?

This was better than offending that mage; judging by his attire, he wasn't from an ordinary family. “Tomorrow…” Qian Jin looked back at the departing mage student and whispered to Christine: “He probably won’t be able to stand up.”}

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