Qian Jin nodded in agreement. He used to believe it was better to compensate those around him after achieving success, but he had forgotten that people die.

Commemorating them for a hundred years after their death is far less valuable than treating them well for a hundred days, a hundred hours, or even a mere hundred seconds while they are still alive. "I will go to the Qian family again," Qian Jin gripped the warhammer in his hand.

"This time, I'm not going to bring my father out; I'm going to see him. If possible, I'm willing to negotiate with the Qian family." The stoic Zhen Ce smiled, walked towards the door, and glanced back at Qian Jin: "You've matured." Duan Feng Bu Er clearly disagreed, pouting his lips.

Qian Jin was only looking at the situation from a son's perspective, willing to make various concessions for his father. Mu Ne Zhen Ce was merely looking at things from the position of imperial authority, believing that mutual harmony was key to defeating the Demon Race, but both had overlooked one person—the most crucial person in this whole affair: Qian Cheng!

Qian Jin's father was a man without combat prowess, but that didn't mean he lacked spirit or wisdom. On the contrary, this powerless old man, when facing the Qian family gates for the sake of his son, displayed a spirit no less imposing than any top contemporary expert or head of a major power.

To ensure Qian Jin achieved his goals, Qian Cheng could endure! For Qian Jin's success, Qian Cheng could sacrifice his own well-being in countless ways!

As a father, Qian Cheng would absolutely never wish to see his son bow down to the Qian family! Even negotiation was something Qian Cheng would vehemently oppose!

Duan Feng Bu Er believed that if necessary, Qian Cheng would even choose death to crush any thought Qian Jin had of negotiating with the Qian family! Between the Qian family and Qian Jin, in plain terms, there was simply no possibility of reconciliation!

That possibility was sealed the moment Fabridis died. How many concessions could Qian Jin offer?

What kind of negotiation could he even conduct? Qian Zhan Xuan?

That was someone Qian Jin was sworn to kill. To spare Qian Zhan Xuan would be a betrayal of Fabridis and Gu Yue Jia Ying, and a deep betrayal of Qian Jin's own conscience.

No negotiation possible! Duan Feng Bu Er silently watched Mu Ne Zhen Ce.

Sometimes, where one sits determines what one thinks. The Sixth Prince was clever and perceptive, but in his relentless pursuit of peaceful coexistence to fight the Demon Race, he missed the fatal knot binding the two parties.

"Speaking of which, comrade-in-arms! Congratulations on transforming your Battle Soul into the shape of a hammer," Duan Feng Bu Er changed the subject.

"To celebrate your acquisition of such a peculiar Battle Soul..." "How about I gift you a cigarette?" "Comrade! Ah!

You truly are my best comrade!" Duan Feng Bu Er immediately lunged forward, wrestling Qian Jin onto the bed: "You understand me so well! Since you know me so well, how should I thank you..." Creak...

The door panel opened again. Chek Fu Li Te stood in the doorway, a flicker of shock crossing his handsome face as he observed the scene in the room, before he slowly began to close the door.

"Damn it! Handsome Che, what are you imagining?" Duan Feng Bu Er jumped off the bed and rushed to the door.

"What are you closing the door for?" Chek Fu Li Te nodded with a deeply profound expression, looking through the crack in the door at Duan Feng Bu Er: "I understand. You don't need to explain.

You understand too..." "Understand your sister!" Duan Feng Bu Er yanked the door open. "Stop overthinking; what Qian Jin and I have is pure." "Qian Jin is pure, I believe," Chek Fu Li Te said halfway, turning to walk in another direction, though his eyes clearly carried the sentiment, 'I don't believe you are pure.' "You sissy, don't think nonsense..." "Don't come near me; I am also pure." Qian Jin watched the two bickering as they left, then looked down at the hammer in his hand, sinking into contemplation.

Going back to see his father! Looking at his situation with the Qian family now, he realized there was absolutely no way to talk.

In the end, everything would still have to be settled by fists and strength! Although violence cannot solve problems, it can eliminate the other party, thus making the problem disappear.

"Qian Jin." Fen Tu Lang's figure appeared at the doorway. "You are leaving?" "Yes." "Very well, help me look after Kuang Ge." Fen Tu Lang sighed, not entering the room, but turning to walk towards the courtyard exit.

The setting sun shone on him, casting a shadow that was exceptionally long, yet also deeply aged. "He is currently consumed by self-reproach, and at the same time, filled with hatred.

Such emotions are permissible, but they cannot be the only ones, otherwise... sigh..." Qian Jin silently stared at the ground.

The feeling was similar to a scene he had experienced just a few days ago. Now that Fen Tu Kuang Xiao was alive, all Fen Tu Kuang Ge could do was watch, watch his brother die little by little, unable to stop it.

And himself? Hadn't he been in a similar situation that day, forced to watch Uncle Fabridis fall in battle, utterly powerless to intervene?

"Be wary of the War Hall; absolutely do not underestimate their power. While they might fall short of you in other areas, but..." Fen Tu Lang's voice drifted in again from beyond the wall.

Qian Jin understood the subtext of the old Clan Head: the War Hall had been operating for countless years, absorbing almost all ordinary warriors. After years of cultivation, although they lacked Saint-level experts, the peak Battle Soul experts below the Saint realm were certainly not just one or two individuals.

Bright sunlight spilled onto the land covered in fresh snow, the reflected glow radiating a comforting warmth. The War Hall, a holy land for many ordinary warriors, lacked grand architecture.

Houses built of bluestone were scattered across a massive peak, making it look more like a rustic village, yet few knew this was the location of the War Hall. In a courtyard that wasn't particularly large, two white-haired elders sat in rocking chairs, basking in the sun, their eyes half-closed as they watched the sun emitting a soft glow in the sky.

"To kill a warrior from the Heaven Refining Spiritual Gate, even if his strength hasn't reached the Saint realm, he must be the absolute peak among Battle Soul masters," the long-haired elder suddenly spoke, his voice, issuing from a mouth resembling dry bark, was piercingly sharp. "Brother Seraphiel, what do you think of this young man's proposal?" The short-haired elder squinted at a middle-aged man kneeling in the snow.

"Bortu, perhaps this is the last thing we can do for you. We hope you can manage the War Hall well.

It is a fact that ordinary warriors cannot surpass Bloodline Warriors! Only support can unlock our true, full power." "I shall adhere to my teacher's teachings." Bortu knelt on the ground, his head bowed low.

He knew that requesting the ancient predecessors of the War Hall, who had long since withdrawn from worldly affairs, to assassinate Qian Jin might result in the loss of the War Hall's irreplaceable wealth. But!

There was no other way! Qian Jin had slain Tian Lian Ling Guan, his momentum was surging, and the power he wielded was astonishingly vast.

He had publicly defied Ling Donglai of the War Hall and was beginning to subtly clash ideologically with the Qian family, one of the three ultimate Bloodline Warrior families of the Zhen Ce Dynasty. The ultimate Bloodline Warrior families, by extension, could represent the entire Bloodline Warrior class!

If Qian Jin’s anti-establishment sentiment took root, it would incite countless warriors, driven by passion but ignorant of the larger picture, leading to internal division within the Zhen Ce Dynasty. Simultaneously, it would severely damage the reputation of the War Hall, causing many warriors to complain that the Hall chose to merely support the Bloodline Warriors.

If this situation persisted for too long, Qian Jin would become another banner for the ordinary warriors, possibly even a second Fen Tu lineage. In that event, the War Hall's prestige would inevitably plummet, and the Hall might cease to be the sanctuary in the hearts of ordinary warriors.

To maintain the War Hall's transcendent status! For the sake of the true grand strategy!

Bortu had decided that only by killing Qian Jin could true unity be achieved! Ordinary warriors only needed to obey the Bloodline Warriors and provide calculated support; only then would final victory be secured.

"But, perhaps the two of us aren't enough?" The short-haired Seraphiel squinted at the long-haired elder. "Weinuoka, should we seek out others?" "Of course," the long-haired Weinuoka gently rocked his chair.

"Qian Jin is young; his body and spirit are at their peak. Having slain Tian Lian Ling Guan, his aura is at its zenith.

We old men... hah..." Bortu lowered his head even further.

Both these old warriors were well over one hundred and thirty years old! Their bodies were long past their prime, and even their Battle Souls were slowly weakening along with their aging forms; they could barely sustain their peak Battle Soul level.

Asking such elders to fight made Bortu, the current leader of the War Hall, feel deeply ashamed. Yet, currently, these elders were the only ones within the War Hall capable of killing Qian Jin.

They possessed experience that almost no other warrior had, coupled with mental fortitude beyond measure. This was not a public challenge but a secret execution; methods like ambush could be employed—just one strike!

Under the full projection of a single blow's lethality... Bortu felt he himself could not achieve it—a strike so potent it could rival a Half-Saint!

"Bortu, go and speak with Saladin and the others," Weinuoka raised his hand lightly, looking as if he might cease breathing at any moment. "Tell them we miss the old devils and want to gather one last time for the War Hall." Bortu quietly and carefully retreated from the courtyard, letting out a helpless sigh to the sky.

What a talent like Qian Jin, if he could have joined the War Hall, would undoubtedly have elevated its image, but instead, he chose to oppose Qian Zhan Xuan! Now, Qian Zhan Xuan had already sent people looking for them!

Killing Qian Jin would bring the War Hall numerous Battle Techniques collected by the Qian family from all corners—valuable assets! Currently, the faction advocating for the War Hall to become a vassal to the Bloodline Warriors had gained the upper hand following Fabridis's death, fearing that Qian Zhan Xuan might use Fabridis's challenge to the Qian family's honor as an excuse to cause trouble for the War Hall.

Although they knew Qian Zhan Xuan wouldn't go too far, the War Hall genuinely did not want to suffer damage because of Fabridis's involvement. After all, Fabridis had married a female demon from the Demon Race back then!

This incident had greatly tarnished the glory and sanctity of the War Hall! If ordinary warriors discovered this, what would they think of the War Hall?

Bortu felt a chill just contemplating it. For years, the War Hall had strived to become the true faith for warriors, a system akin to a religion.