The dwarf strode away from the high platform with hurried steps, his eyes darting fearfully at Chekfulit’s body, from which a terrifying killing intent had recently emanated.

Jin Zetianlu was still staring at Qian Jin. There were too many rumors about this ordinary warrior; he had now personally experienced the man’s formidable strength, but what about the exquisite archery skills rumored about him?

Jin Zetianlu dared not gamble that Qian Jin’s archery had been exaggerated in the rumors; quite the opposite! He was deeply worried that the archery skills had been downplayed!

At least, regarding Qian Jin’s individual combat prowess, the clash today was enough to confirm that he was far more fierce and ferocious than the legends suggested.

“Qian Jin, the day for our decisive battle is near, but it certainly won't be here,” Jin Zetianlu slowly descended to the ground. “Five days.” Five days from now is when our true showdown will occur. By then… I will let you know just how powerful I, Jin Zetianlu, truly am.

Qian Jin made no move to pursue further. That brief exchange was merely to test his own judgment and to see if, when fighting against an expert who had reached the Saint Realm, he would still be utterly suppressed without the ability to fight back, as he had been before.

A Divine Craftsman Competition among the smiths, which had lost its original spirit of exchange due to Blidas’s interference, was reignited by Qian Jin’s magnificent entrance, only to be soured again by the appearance of Jin Zetianlu, making the entire competition feel strangely awkward.

Before the crowd could fully process what had happened, Jin Zetianlu had already departed with the dwarf Blidas, leaving behind only the slightly distorted high platform, kicked askew by Qian Jin.

Li Lituo remained, head bowed in concentration, still forging his refined iron, seemingly oblivious to the shifting dynamics around him.

This dedication earned frequent nods from Yun Xinghuisheng’s eyes. An excellent smith should remain completely undisturbed by external factors, even if a spear were pressed against their throat; they must complete the work at hand.

The surrounding smiths began to converge around Qian Jin, enveloping the suddenly revealed Guild Master in their midst.

No one knew who first lifted Qian Jin up by his feet, but soon, everyone was tossing him high into the air.

In the preceding days, the smiths had been completely overshadowed by Blidas’s flamboyant actions; they had prayed he wouldn't show up to disrupt the assembly, never expecting that he actually would.

Strictly speaking, it hadn't been just a day or two, but months, even years, spanning a millennium or perhaps ten millennia, that the smiths of the Zhence Dynasty felt unable to stand up to the dwarf smiths.

Countless smiths had longed to defeat a dwarf even once, but every attempt resulted only in being humiliated by the dwarves in matters of forging.

Today, the dream of countless smiths from the Zhence Dynasty had finally come true!

In front of countless spectators, the pride of the dwarven race in forging had been utterly shattered.

Celebration! Following this, the smiths of the Divine Capital began a new wave of revelry.

Qian Jin moved through the bustling crowd to a quiet corner outside the throng, where Yi stood waiting silently.

“Everyone is here?” Qian Jin smiled upon seeing Yi’s expression of affirmation. “Then, take me over.”

Yi nodded, turned, and led the way, suddenly looking back at Qian Jin. “That cleaver…”

“It suits you well.” Qian Jin handed it to Yi from the Dou Realm. “Reach the Saint Realm tonight, and I’ll have some people come over to bask in your glory.”

Yi looked at the soul weapon, a cleaver with a bizarre shape yet possessing a soul force fluctuation incredibly harmonious with him, and smiled faintly, a hint of tears shimmering in his eyes.

Reaching the Saint Realm was always a painful point for ordinary warriors. Even now, while more than one ordinary warrior had broken through, a vast number remained stuck in the awkward state of peak Dou Soul, with no hope of ascent.

“The War Hall… someone is here…” Yi carefully put away the cleaver. “They want to speak with you again.”

The War Hall? Qian Jin frowned. That was the place where he had been ambushed not long ago. Why were they here again?

The Rookie King Tournament was about to begin, and Luo Qingqing and the others, spurred on by Mu Guwuxin, had already arrived in the Divine Capital to wait, preceding Qian Jin.

With the potential convergence stemming from the awakening of the three ultimate bloodlines, the Rookie King Tournament had become the most significant event capturing the attention of everyone in the nation, including those who normally cared little for rookies or warriors.

The vast and prosperous Divine Capital was suddenly packed; every inn was full to the point where renting a room was prohibitively expensive.

Mu Guwuxin completely ignored the inn attendants who approached him conspiratorially, whispering that they had a woodshed available for a hundred gold coins a day.

What a joke! Did the esteemed Guild Master Mu Guwuxin of the Torrent Battle Fortress really need to sleep in a woodshed? Didn't the Divine Capital have a Warriors’ Guild?

The headquarters of the General Warriors’ Guild was also located within the Divine Capital.

Even the sprawling headquarters of the General Warriors’ Guild was completely full due to the impending Rookie King Tournament.

It wasn't just the Torrent Battle Fortress in the Zhence Dynasty; many Battle Fortress Guild Masters had arrived early, choosing to stay in these economical yet comfortable rooms.

Bang!

Just as Qian Jin approached the main gate of the General Warriors’ Guild, he saw a powerfully built warrior fly up from within the courtyard walls, carve a perfectly beautiful arc through the air, and then crash heavily onto the ground not far from Qian Jin’s feet, kicking up a choking cloud of dust.

“Trying to steal my room? I’m a War Saint! Do you know that? Any room in this place, if I fancy it, is mine to occupy!”

Mu Guwuxin’s voice, more domineering and arrogant than a bandit’s, echoed inside the courtyard walls of the General Warriors’ Guild.

The warrior thrown out spat a mouthful of resentment, activated his peak level ten Dou Soul, and leaped back over the courtyard wall, shouting loudly, “Mu Guwuxin, you brute bear! I’ll fight you to the death…”

Bang! Bang! Bang…

The warrior who had just jumped in, along with several others, was promptly used as punching bags and tossed back out of the courtyard by Mu Guwuxin.

“Guild Masters… several Guild Masters…”

The guards at the gate stepped forward with weary expressions, trying to placate the faction leaders who were about to jump back in for another brawl.

“What’s the use… he’s reached the Saint Realm…”

“So what if he’s reached the Saint Realm? I’ll reach the Saint Realm someday too! Qian Jin isn’t married yet, is he? I have a daughter who is quite beautiful…”

Zheng! A sharp sword energy descended from the sky. If the guild master speaking hadn't retreated a split second slower, his masculine features would have been sliced clean off.

Gu Yuejiaying stood quietly atop the courtyard wall, holding her dual moons, looking down with indifference at the guild master who had just spoken. “I’d like to see who dares?”

Pfft! Seeing this scene, Qian Jin burst out laughing. Gu Yuejiaying was finally displaying the full authority of the primary wife, seemingly determined to resist any further additions to the feminine members of the household. Seeing Qian Jin’s smile, Gu Yuejiaying’s fierce expression softened into a faint shyness, and she lightly tapped the wall with her toe, floating down to stand before him.

At the same moment, two more top-tier ordinary warriors, both possessing level ten Dou Souls—whether they were guild masters or not was unclear—were hurled out of the courtyard by Mu Guwuxin.

“Damn it! Mu Guwuxin, how many asses do you have? How many rooms do you need to sleep in? We’ve already cleared so much space for you!”

One guild master, mid-flight, incessantly condemned Mu Guwuxin’s bandit-like behavior.

“I do what I want, what business is it of yours?”

“You’ve arrived.” Gu Yuejiaying willingly linked her arm through Qian Jin’s. “Was the journey difficult?”

The several guild masters who had just rolled up their sleeves, ready to charge back into the courtyard to fight Mu Guwuxin, froze upon seeing Gu Yuejiaying’s action.

It didn't take long for these masters to realize exactly who this young man before them was!

Qian Jin! Yes! Only someone with Qian Jin’s status could elicit such tenderness from Gu Yuejiaying, who was known for drawing her blade at the slightest provocation from a man.

“You are Qian Jin?”

The warrior guild master who had just offered to introduce his daughter to Qian Jin stared cautiously at Gu Yuejiaying, who looked ready to explode at any second, his face alight with joy. “Are you interested in becoming the Guild Master of our faction?”

“Damn it! Xiulun! Do you think I’m dead? Qian Jin is my successor, Mu Guwuxin’s successor!”

The roar from the sky hadn't even ceased before Mu Guwuxin’s burly body landed in front of Qian Jin. His thick arms opened in a bear hug, but then suddenly retracted, his eyes fixed on the gleaming dagger in Gu Yuejiaying’s hand.

“He is my man,” Gu Yuejiaying said, her voice low but carrying a very subtle implication. She hadn't seen Qian Jin for many days; now that she finally had, she intended to hold onto him for a while. Anyone who tried to take him away now would face her wrath!

Mu Guwuxin chuckled and sidestepped, merely glaring with his bear eyes at the other guild masters, warning them not to vie for his successor.

“Qian Jin, even if you don’t want to be our guild master, we are all still ordinary warriors, and I want to reach the Saint Realm too! Seeing Mu Guwuxiong act so arrogantly makes me deeply depressed!”

“Exactly! You dislike the Qian family, right? No problem! Even if you don’t give us soul weapons, we’ll still stand with you! But if we actually reach the Saint Realm when fighting the Qian family, it would help you a bit more.”

“Mu Guwuxiong, say something! Brothers, our character, damn it, relies on you to prove it!”

“Right, right! Mu Guwuxiong, back in the Human-Demon Battlefield, we fought shoulder-to-shoulder through life and death!”

“Even if you don’t think of Qian Jin, think about that bastard Fabreidis! Damn it! He just left his brothers behind like that! What did we say when we survived the battlefield back then? We said we’d die together!”

“Right! Sister Jiaying, we don’t care if she’s human or demon! We only know she saved our lives! That bastard Qian Zhanxuan acting that way is making an enemy of us! Old Fa’s situation absolutely cannot end like this!”

The numerous guild masters roared their grievances, turning the area outside the General Warriors’ Guild gate into a place more chaotic and loud than a vegetable market.

Qian Jin observed the expressions of the assembled masters, a faint smile touching his lips. Though Uncle Fabreidis’s people had left, his friends remained.

“Soul weapons, you say?” Qian Jin shrugged, looking at the nearly twenty top-tier Dou Soul guild masters present. “I’ll forge them for all you uncles and elders.”

The noisy crowd instantly froze, staring dumbly at Qian Jin, unable to believe he would agree so readily.

“If Uncle trusts you, then I trust you too,” Qian Jin said, turning to look at Duanfeng Buer and the others beside him. “I also have friends, and I understand that sincere, life-and-death camaraderie!”

The sternness in the guild masters' faces softened, replaced by the iron-blooded loyalty characteristic of true warriors.

Thanks to Mu Guwuxin, the masters were fully aware of the background and truth regarding Fabreidis’s situation. Their brawl with Mu Guwuxin earlier was less about seizing rooms and more about letting the bear-like man vent the bitterness in his heart through combat.

“A crowd of Saint Realm experts?” Munu Zhence clicked his tongue several times, counting quietly. “This lineup is simply luxurious!”

Fen Tuxiang nodded in silence. Coming from a military family, he understood better than anyone what these guild masters represented. They weren't just individually strong; every guild possessed formidable comprehensive strength. If Qian Jin were to form any legion, he could instantly raise an army with high cohesion and immense fighting power.

Luxurious? Fen Tuxiang shrugged. Perhaps in the future, that army would be described by something far beyond mere luxury.

Qian Jin turned to Fen Tuxiang. “Kuangge, call over anyone in your family who has a top-tier Dou Soul as well.”

Fen Tuxiang was momentarily taken aback before hearing Qian Jin continue: “I want to try something. Before we reach the Saint Realm, I want these uncles and elders to reach the Saint Realm together, and then help us one more time.”

The surrounding guild masters didn’t quite grasp what Qian Jin meant, but Munu Zhence couldn’t help but swallow repeatedly.

When one warrior reaches the Saint Realm using a soul weapon, it can trigger qualitative and quantitative changes in warriors standing nearby. If a group of top-tier Dou Soul warriors ascended simultaneously…

Munu Zhence even suspected that, in such a state, even without any Holy Artifacts in his hands, the sheer stimulation from dozens of ascendants might propel him directly to the Saint Realm.

“Oh, and Uncle,” Qian Jin’s words snapped Mu Guwuxin out of his dazed contemplation. “There’s one more thing. This is a decision I made when I was in a near-certain death situation in the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea.”

“Near-certain death?” Mu Guwuxin looked at Qian Jin in astonishment. What kind of situation could possibly push someone like Qian Jin to face imminent death?

Qian Jin clearly felt Gu Yuejiaying’s hand tighten slightly on his arm—the residual tension after the fact, the lingering fear from a situation where death seemed certain.

Qian Jin gently patted Gu Yuejiaying’s hand and said with a smile, “I nearly died in the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea. Back then, I told myself that if I could return alive…” If he could return alive? Large groups of guild masters looked at Qian Jin curiously, waiting to hear what decision this one of the most powerful young men alive had made.

Qian Jin looked up as Luo Qingqing and Biluo walked out of the main entrance. He walked toward them, supporting Gu Yuejiaying by the arm, positioning her exactly in the center, with Biluo and Luo Qingqing standing on either side. He then stepped back two paces and pulled three iron rings from the Dou Realm.

These iron rings were not exquisite items, nor were they costly; they were just ordinary iron hoops.

“I want to propose marriage. I want to marry you. I want to marry all of you,” Qian Jin knelt on one knee, looking at the three peerlessly beautiful women. “I want to call you wives, and I want you to bear my children.”

The three women widened their varied beautiful eyes, covering their red lips with their hands, showing shock mixed with delight as they looked at Qian Jin—this young man who usually agonized over this issue, but today suddenly stopped struggling, speaking with a tone of genuine will and dominance.

Yes! Dominance! The difference between ‘want to’ and ‘will’ is subtle in words, but the meaning is completely different; one is conceptual, the other is assertive action. Bearing children…

The three women blushed deeply at Qian Jin’s blunt closing words. What embarrassing things to say!

“Marry me!” Qian Jin stepped forward, almost forcefully taking each woman’s hand and slipping the iron ring onto her finger. “We are getting married! In the next few days! We’ll marry first! This is the most important thing to me right now.”

“Uncle, I am getting married. I want to marry in the Divine Capital! Before the Rookie King Tournament! I want my wedding to overshadow the Rookie King Tournament! I want to attract everyone’s gaze and attention! I want to invite every guest except the Qian family!”

Qian Jin stood up and quickly told Mu Guwuxin: “I, Qian Jin, am getting married!”

Mu Guwuxin’s blank expression gradually turned into a smile, which quickly erupted into loud laughter. He swept his gaze over the surrounding guild masters and roared, “What are you all waiting for? Get moving! Our Qian Jin is getting married! Go invite people! Go order all sorts of things! Go spread the news!”

The guild masters from various cities and provinces of the Zhence Dynasty instantly scattered like startled birds, rushing into action.

“Damn it! Isn’t this a bit too fierce?” Duanfeng Buer’s eyes widened. “He always gets ahead of me, and now he’s getting married ahead of me too? This isn’t fair in the cosmos!”

Qian Jin bent slightly, opening his arms, hoisting Biluo and Luo Qingqing onto his shoulders, opening his arms again to embrace Gu Yuejiaying, and strode heavily toward the interior of the guild. “Today, we’ll take care of the important business first.”

Important business? The young women nestled deeply against Qian Jin, feeling a heat in their bodies they had never experienced before. Although they had shared intimacy with him before, a situation like today was a first…

On the massive bed, the three women lay side-by-side. Qian Jin rubbed his hands together, momentarily unsure of where to begin.

“Qian Jin is going to…”

A tentative voice from outside the door interrupted Qian Jin’s thoughts.

“Is something wrong?” Qian Jin turned towards the closed door.

“The people from the War Hall wish to see you…”

“Tell them I’m very busy right now, and they can wait.” Qian Jin turned back to the smiling trio on the bed. “Nothing is going to disturb us today. I want you to be my women, and starting today, you will completely belong to me, Qian Jin…”

Gu Yuejiaying let out a soft moan as she felt Qian Jin’s body pressing down and his hand, not entirely practiced, resting upon her chest. Her body trembled slightly with tension.

The real sensation traveled through his palm, and the male’s honor stood fully erect at this moment. Gu Yuejiaying’s body stiffened slightly, clearly feeling the vital point pressed against her.

Their red lips met closely. Qian Jin’s hand roamed to Gu Yuejiaying’s long thigh and shapely hip, gently lifting her leg. Following the line of her long leg, his hand slowly climbed, caressing, wandering… wandering… wandering… reaching her slender waist, then slowly traveling downward again.

The other two stared with wide eyes, listening to the heavy breathing beside them, swallowing audibly.

The intimacy did not last long before Qian Jin and Gu Yuejiaying’s bodies became completely entangled. With a forceful thrust of his hips, he felt the tightly closed flesh opening slowly to the sides, a feeling of damp pressure enveloping all his senses.

“Ah…”

Gu Yuejiaying let out a groan. The pain caused her instinctively to dig her fingernails into Qian Jin’s firm back, yet her body responded clumsily yet cooperatively to his movements.

There were no complex maneuvers, only the most primitive, simplest actions blended with infinite emotion, causing them to undulate on the bed, blood staining the sheets.

After an unknown amount of time, Gu Yuejiaying lay limply on the sheets, tightly gripping the quilt to cover her body, sneaking a glance at Qian Jin above her, then furtively eyeing the other two women beside her. Her voice was laced with shy delicacy. “Be fair…” The other two women gasped softly at the remark and started to scramble off the bed, but Qian Jin grabbed them both and pressed them back down.

“I… I…” Biluo looked at Qian Jin shyly. “It’s that time for me…”

Qian Jin paused. Biluo buried her head lower. “Perhaps… perhaps it won't be completely clean until tonight…”

Qian Jin finally understood Biluo’s meaning. Luo Qingqing let out a low scream beside him, trying to burrow into the quilt, but then cried out again, spotting Elder Sister Gu Yuejiaying already inside the covers.

“Sister…”

Before Luo Qingqing could finish her word, she felt her clothes being pulled off by Gu Yuejiaying. “Sister…”

"What are you still looking at?" Gu Yue Jiaying smiled at Qian Jin, "I've come to help you..." The quilt was tossed aside, revealing Luo Qingqing's exquisite body stretched out before Qian Jin, her arms pinned above her head by Gu Yue Jiaying's hands, rendering any attempt at resistance impossible.

As for what lay below... Qian Jin saw four long, slender **...

Gu Yue Jiaying, like a water snake, had slipped beneath Luo Qingqing's back without a sound, her hands gripping Luo Qingqing's arms to prevent her from covering her exposed bosom. Her long, pale legs were entwined with Gu Yue Jiaying's own, and then...

Slowly... slowly... her legs were pulled further and further apart by Gu Yue Jiaying's grasp, revealing that most sacred location.

It was so alluring, so intoxicating it made the blood surge! Qian Jin had never witnessed such a ** scene—almost instinctively, he pressed down, lightly nipping at the rosy **...

Luo Qingqing, inexperienced in such matters, was already flushed crimson, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, long lashes fluttering incessantly as she absorbed the feel of Qian Jin's body, his every touch.

"Ah..."

Luo Qingqing let out a soft moan as she felt Qian Jin enter her body; Gu Yue Jiaying, beneath her, guided her with her own form...

Gradually... gradually, she draped her long legs over Qian Jin's shoulders, meeting the rhythm of his every thrust...