This history was truly recorded only in the notes of the Qian family and a few other powerful clans. The royal family of the Barbarians was controlled by warriors with the Behemoth bloodline, though no one knew that the Behemoth bloodline had two branches: one surnamed Loki, the other named Douglas. For the sake of fairness, both great Behemoth bloodlines served as royalty, taking turns ascending the throne of the Barbarian Emperor.

The publicly announced surname for the emperor was always Peter, regardless of which Behemoth house held the throne; they all adopted the surname Peter... However, what happened next was the usual cliché—one side refused to relinquish the throne, and the other was determined to claim it. The only solution was civil war.

It was rumored that the losing side was utterly exterminated in that conflict. It was also rumored that the Purple-Striped bloodline of the Barbarian warriors was the only warrior family that participated in that great war, and they stood with the Douglas family. “It seems there are some errors in the ancestors’ notes,” Qian Jin nodded gently.

“At least, there is still one surnamed Loki present.” “Alright, now you can tell me why you want me dead.” “Someone bought your life,” Loki 7 Lei calmly regarded Qian Jin, his expression smoothing out from shock. “Who wants me dead?” Loki 7 Lei silently shook his head and fell silent. “An assassin cannot reveal the employer’s surname.

That is the rule.” “An assassin,” Qian Jin sighed, gazing at the sky, yet his aura remained locked steadily onto Loki 7 Lei. “The dignified Loki royal family has sunk to the level of being mere assassins. I wonder if your ancestors would climb out of their graves to beat you if they knew.” “I—” Loki 7 Lei convulsed several times, biting his lip until it bled, forcing out a few syllables: “—also need to live…” That single sentence conveyed all the bitterness of Loki 7 Lei’s existence.

The glory of his ancestors had long since vanished into history, completely overshadowed by the Douglas family. He needed to survive; only by living could he have the chance to restore his ancestral glory! However, as a Behemoth bloodline warrior of the Loki family, he could not openly roam the Barbarian territories.

Any Behemoth bloodline awakener on Barbarian land would definitely be surnamed Douglas—or perhaps now, surnamed Peter—and their lineage could easily be traced through the family genealogy. “Tell me, and I’ll give you more money.” Qian Jin flipped his wrist, pulling out a massive gold brick directly from the Battle Realm and tossing it to the ground. The sound of its impact struck Loki 7 Lei’s chest like a heavy hammer.

The young assassin, whose face remained perpetually cold, involuntarily swallowed, the sound of his Adam's apple bobbing conspicuously clear. “Not enough?” Qian Jin flipped his wrist again, tossing out another gold brick. Loki 7 Lei’s complexion grew even paler.

If his strength hadn't been insufficient, Qian Jin would have suspected the young warrior might just rush forward to rob him. “Then name your price,” Qian Jin watched Loki 7 Lei without concern. “Ten gold bricks?

Twenty? Thirty…” “Stop talking!” Loki 7 Lei raised his thick arm, spreading five fingers as thick as carrots. His eyes widened to the point of near rupture as he shook his head repeatedly.

“Don’t say another word! No matter how many gold bricks you bring out, I will not tell you.” Loki 7 Lei breathed heavily, averting his eyes from the gold bricks on the ground, terrified that his willpower would falter and he would actually take the gold, thus betraying his buyer. Gold bricks!

Thirty gold bricks! Loki 7 Lei had no idea how many people he would need to kill to earn that much income. Thirty gold bricks could buy so many weapons, secure so many retainers, laying the foundation for the future revival of the Loki house and the defeat of the Douglas family.

“Really not talking?” Qian Jin listened to the clamor rising from outside the building, his eyes narrowing to slits, a chill of killing intent coating his face. “Don’t think I won’t kill you.” “Come on then!” Loki 7 Lei breathed raggedly, closing his eyes with an expression of unwillingness. He held his massive head high, never imagining that his very first mission would bring him such a formidable opponent!

The strength displayed during his run was far more formidable than when he drew his blade; clearly, he hadn't used his full power in order to keep his target alive. Escape? Loki 7 Lei closed his eyes, his expression becoming calm.

Escape was impossible. By the standards of the True Strategy Dynasty, his strength amounted only to the Eight Demon Subduing Battles. His true trump cards were raw power and archery skills.

This man surpassed him in every regard; there wasn't the slightest chance. “Since you won’t talk,” Qian Jin drew out the last syllable, his leg muscles and battle energy vibrating rapidly. He instantly activated Myriad Shadows, his body appearing behind Loki 7 Lei as if by instantaneous teleportation.

His hands spread into eagle claws, locking onto Loki 7 Lei’s arms and twisting them outward. Simultaneously, he swung a kick into the back of the assassin’s head. Crack!

A dislocated shoulder! Just as the intense pain registered in Loki 7 Lei’s brain, his skull felt the impact of a gigantic sledgehammer. His eyes rolled back, the Bloodline Battle Form automatically receded, and he slumped over, unconscious.

Loki 7 Lei, stripped of his Bloodline Battle Form, reverted to a height of just over six feet, his body slowly pitching forward. Qian Jin reached out and yanked Loki 7 Lei by the scruff of his neck, tossing the unconscious assassin onto the rooftop. He then leaped up himself, jumping back onto the roof, grabbing the assassin by the neck and heading towards the window ledge of the floor below, vaulting off the edge of the building while holding the captive.

“Hurry, hurry…” “Who’s causing trouble here?” “Where are the people? Search everywhere! With this much damage, I refuse to believe they could escape!” Amidst the debris of the chaotic room following the fierce fight, shouts echoed as cadets from the Guard Corps searched the ruins.

“A bunch of fools, they can’t even find where the people ran off to…” Isabella stood on the rooftop of another teaching building, watching Qian Jin lead the captive away, her face etched with anger. “This kid’s strength is even more formidable than at the ball. Especially that charging kick… A warrior cadet like that should be a treasure here!

Just who is trying to kill my treasure…” Isabella frowned, raising a hand to cup her chin. “I need to investigate. Whoever wants to kill my dear cadet, I will make them pay a price they won’t forget for a lifetime!

It seems that after being a principal for too long without executing anyone, people outside have forgotten my former nature!” “I wonder if Qian Jin can squeeze out the faction targeting him?” Isabella spread her hands lightly, her body seeming weightless, drifting like a feather not far behind Qian Jin. “If he can’t crack that Behemoth brat’s mouth open, I’ll teach this young man what true torturous interrogation is. I have a hundred ways to loosen his tongue.” Someone?

Qian Jin stopped abruptly while carrying Loki 7 Lei, turning back to gaze at the empty sky and earth, wrinkling his brow slightly. He had clearly sensed someone’s presence; his instincts, honed through countless life-and-death struggles in the jungle, could never be wrong. Unless that person was completely motionless like Loki 7 Lei, disguised utterly as a stone, he would have detected any slight disturbance.

“That aura just now,” several images flashed rapidly through Qian Jin’s mind, and a hint of understanding softened the corners of his eyes. This aura was so ancient he had almost forgotten it—he had exchanged a palm strike with the Principal a few months ago in her office, and that faint aura was identical to the Principal’s. Qian Jin raised his hand to scratch his hair.

Since it was the Principal following him, there was likely no malice. Besides, shaking her off would probably be a troublesome endeavor. He decided to pretend not to notice, find Huang Quan first, and then return to the Torrent Battle Fortress.

“That kid just now,” Isabella watched the direction where Qian Jin vanished, confused. “Did he detect me? Impossible, right?

My Featherfall Snow Flake skill is considered an absolute killer-grade combat technique—how could a Demon Slaying Warrior like him discover my presence?” Qian Jin ran back to the initial location of the attack. The once flat ground was gone, replaced by rows of earth spikes formed from the earth, their hardness approaching that of steel. Bi Luo stood quietly amidst the array of earth spikes, a powerful magical force churning around her body, indicating to Qian Jin that the one currently controlling the body was that super magic genius—the same Huang Quan who had recently spoken about having a conversation regarding the breast room being touched, grabbed, and pinched.

“As expected of the top magic student in this academy…” Isabella watched the magnificent and grand earth spike formation, praising it repeatedly, genuine joy appearing on her face. She truly had found a treasure this time. Qian Jin walked into the earth spike array carrying the captive.

Huang Quan glanced at Qian Jin, and the magic power surging from within her body instantly vanished without a trace. She closed her eyes lightly and fainted. Christine reached out and pulled Bi Luo into her embrace, her shocked eyes fixed on Bi Luo with confusion.

Terrifying! It was too frightening! Why was someone so powerful always acting so poorly in daily life?

Was it just to maintain a low profile? That seemed unlikely? Qian Jin let out a silent sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Huang Quan had returned control of the body to Bi Luo. Otherwise, he truly wouldn't know how to discuss the recent transgression with Huang Quan. Even though he had only touched one person’s body, if discussed seriously, it could be considered touching both Huang Quan and Bi Luo… Qian Jin’s gaze met Christine’s.

The strong female warrior cadet immediately blushed, lowering her head to look at the ground beneath her feet. “Christine, did I scare you just now?” Qian Jin awkwardly changed the subject. “Are you hurt…” “…” Christine slowly raised her head to look at Qian Jin.

“Thank you for saving me…” “Not at all…” Qian Jin scratched his head awkwardly and replied, “That archer was sent to assassinate me anyway; I ended up involving you…” “It’s fine…” Christine’s eyes regarded Loki 7 Lei in Qian Jin’s hand with confusion. “Is this the assassin…”