To nail Lei Guangming down? Qian Jin was sure a single kick would send the Vice President of the Blacksmith Guild back into the embrace of the stars, so he could brag to the fatty Luo Lin about how decisive and powerful he was.

But if he kicked, how would Lord Yun Xinghui Sheng feel? Qian Jin stared at Lei Guangming in silence, closing his eyes for slow, deep breaths, and said with immense gravity, "Lei Guangming, you should be grateful you are Master Yun Xing's apprentice. This time, I won't kill you.

However, there will absolutely not be a next time."

Jun Wudao slowly nodded and smiled with satisfaction. Killing? A simple matter; raise a hand, drop a blade, and a head rolls off. Such things were nothing to a warrior.

If Lei Guangming had died this time, Yun Xinghui Sheng would still be deeply saddened by the loss of an apprentice he had taught for many years. Such a forging master, struck in spirit, might quickly collapse physically and die even faster.

In that case, Qian Jin wouldn't just be killing Lei Guangming, but Lord Yun Xinghui Sheng, the Guild Master who had shown him kindness and put him on the throne of the Everflow Blacksmith Guild.

Mature! Jun Wudao was very pleased to see his nephew beginning to truly mature.

"Second Uncle," Qian Jin walked toward Jun Wudao. "Lend me a few men, some with fighting capability. For all time, every hour of every day, keep an eye on Lei Guangming. I won't kill him, but I can't completely ignore him either."

"Sure! No problem." Jun Wudao smiled. He had just been thinking about reminding Qian Meng later to find some people to watch Lei Guangming constantly, but he hadn't expected his nephew to have thought of the exact same thing.

Lei Guangming sat back down in his own puddle of urine, staring blankly at the corpses of all the assassins sent by the Lei family, muttering to himself, "The Lei family... is about to become history..."

"Uncle," Qian Jin walked over to Mu Gui Wuxin. "The Lei family cannot remain."

Li Deyuoke stepped forward, looking at the raised index finger of Qian Jin's right hand. "A Soul Weapon that suits me."

"Agreed," Qian Jin nodded. "But my current forging success rate might be a bit low; it will take some more time."

Li Deyuoke nodded excitedly. A Soul Weapon! He could finally enter the Saint realm! Even if he had to wait a while, Qian Jin had indeed agreed.

"Hey, Qian Jin..." Mu Gui Wuxin's large eyes, like those of a shy young woman on a first date, kept darting toward the battle-axe Soul Weapon lying on the ground not far away.

Qian Jin sighed. "I'll save it for you..."

Mu Gui Wuxin didn't move, his eyes still fixed on that Soul Weapon.

"Sigh..." Qian Jin lifted his aching arm and waved it a couple of times. "I'll decide. It's yours. Take it first..."

Mu Gui Wuxin crossed his ten fingers in front of him, still fidgeting and not moving, his eyes glued to the Soul Weapon.

"Uncle, you don't want me to temper the edge for you right now, do you?"

"This..." Mu Gui Wuxin showed a hint of coy shyness. "If you have time, then of course, right now..."

"Now?" Qian Jin looked down at his left arm, which was severely broken and almost deformed, and then at his right arm, which ached when moved slightly. Finally, he shifted his gaze back to Mu Gui Wuxin's face.

"Well..." Mu Gui Wuxin's thick skin flushed bright red, and he awkwardly scratched the back of his head repeatedly. "Heh heh heh... in a few days, a few days... actually, I'm not that rushed..."

Qian Jin sighed. Although this uncle appeared rough on the outside, he was actually very sensitive. For him to be so hastily mistaken today showed just how tempting achieving the Saint realm was for ordinary warriors.

Li Deyuoke's eyes flickered between the Soul Weapon battle-axe and Mu Gui Wuxin non-stop. For so many years, he hadn't held the President of the Torrential Fortress or his fortress in high regard, but today, for the first time, he felt genuine envy and jealousy, having the urge to switch places with the other man.

What was the City Lord? What was the leader of Everflow's greatest power? In the face of entering the Saint realm, all of it was trash! Utterly worthless!

Entering the Saint realm was like a colossal gate, blocking ordinary warriors from the path to Sainthood for so many years, and now a young man had directly blasted through that barrier!

His value, perhaps nothing in the eyes of Bloodline Warriors, but to ordinary warriors, especially those who had refined their Fighting Souls to a certain height, he was no different from the Star God that existed only in legends.

Envy! Li Deyuoke felt so envious his eyeballs were about to pop out. Mu Gui Wuxin, such an ugly fat man, might actually reach Sainthood before him.

"Who is about to die? Isn't that old fellow Yun Xinghui Sheng in trouble? Why did even the City Lord send someone to invite me? Doesn't this old man know how precious my time is? I still have to research some profoundly profound potions! Profound! Do you understand? If I find out it's someone insignificant, I'll just poison him! How dare they waste my time!"

From just beyond the ruins of the courtyard, a grumbling voice laced with extreme irritation floated over the wall and into the ears of the group. A short man, barely five feet seven inches tall, weighing over 200 pounds, with skin as white and smooth as a peeled, boiled egg, walked into the courtyard wearing a coarse grey robe and an expression of utter displeasure.

Li Litote followed him with a wry smile, thinking that this man was a leader of one of Everflow City's major forces, with a status comparable to Guild Master Yun Xing. Why was his temper so rough and wild? He didn't possess the inexplicable air of a benevolent elder that Lord Yun Xing always exuded.

Li Deyuoke retracted the envy from his face and walked toward the fat old man with a smile. The two forces warriors disliked offending the most were Alchemists and Blacksmiths; high-level ones, in particular, could never be casually slighted.

"Guild Master Silveryn," Li Deyuoke stepped forward with a smile and greeted him. "It has been a few days. I heard you were researching some extremely profound potions, and I shouldn't have disturbed you, but this time there was no other way. You are known in this city as the master craftsman who can pull someone back from the embrace of the stars."

The irritation on Silveryn's face lessened by a third, and a smug, self-satisfied smile played on his lips. His annoyance instantly dissipated. In the entire Everflow City, how many people got to hear the City Lord flatter him like that? Wonderful!

"Just brewing some minor potions, minor potions," Silveryn curbed his enjoyment, gazing vaguely at the sky, raising a hand to brush back his somewhat unruly golden hair. "The field of alchemy is as vast and deep as the ocean; I have only managed to obtain a single drop."

Qian Jin couldn't help but let out a laugh. Silveryn was clearly just trying to put on a show of contemplation, but what was truly visible on his face was the imposing aura of the number one Alchemist in the True Strategy Dynasty.

"Who laughed!"

Silveryn's vague gaze instantly became sharp. A hint of ruthlessness flickered in his pupils. While he was immersed in the sentiment of alchemy, someone dared to laugh in this world?

"Was that you laughing?" Silveryn narrowed his eyes and glared at Qian Jin. "You're this badly injured, and you can still laugh?"

Silveryn couldn't understand. Warriors usually behaved like the City Lord when facing Alchemists; why was this brat...

"Forget it! Since you're this injured, I won't bother with the issue," Silveryn waved his hand as if sweeping away unpleasant worries into the air, then approached Qian Jin and examined him closely. "Your left arm is fractured to this degree? And your right arm... internally... you didn't die, nor did you faint?"

Die? Faint? Qian Jin barely managed to move his lips. It did hurt, truly, but it wasn't enough pain to cause him to pass out. Compared to Teacher Oulala's new volcanic potions, this amount of pain was not a big problem.

Silveryn looked at Qian Jin in surprise. He knew that many warriors were tough, but to remain standing with such severe injuries without even a groan—did this young man have a problem with his sense of pain?

Qian Jin sniffed the air a few times, frowned in thought for a few seconds, and then said, "Guild Master... I have a few things I wonder if I should ask, or if I should say?"

Silveryn raised his eyebrows. What was it? Was he going to ask how long it would take to heal his injuries?

"If you're asking how long it will take to heal your injuries, then I'll tell you. With injuries this severe, don't even think about recovering in less than two months."

Two months! Li Deyuoke clicked his tongue. He truly was the Alchemist Guild Master of Everflow City! Such severe injuries would only take two months to recover from?

"That's not what I wanted to ask," Qian Jin managed a wry smile. "I wanted to ask, what are you trying to do by placing Bitterwood Grass, the Gallbladder of a Twin-Headed Serpent, Lionstring Grass, thirty-year-old Iron Apricot, the fruit of the seven-year-maturing Hard Date, and the eye of a Guimu Fish... all together?"

Li Deyuoke looked at the others beside him in confusion. What was Qian Jin talking about? Why was he listing so many potion ingredients?

Silveryn adopted the expression of an expert, as if he had been hit with petrification magic, his facial muscles completely frozen. His not-so-large eyes stared blankly at Qian Jin, and his fingers subconsciously pushed up the lenses of his spectacles, which were thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle.

Im-impossible... This... How could this be!

Silveryn stared blankly at Qian Jin. He spent years immersed in his alchemy room, constantly surrounded by the scent of potion materials—that was normal; anyone approaching him could tell he was a Class C Alchemist. But how could this brat instantly name, completely correctly, the formula for a new potion he had been experimenting with recently?

Years of alchemical work had infused hundreds, even thousands, of potion material scents into his clothes. To be able to discern them?

Silveryn believed that not just the good-for-nothings in the guild! Even he himself couldn't achieve that level of discernment! This brat... did this brat sneak in and watch me mix a new potion?

"Are you trying to create a new Bone Strengthening Potion?" Qian Jin frowned, looking at Silveryn. "Or are you trying to create a Dual-Effect Potion? One that strengthens bones and also enhances eyesight?"