Chapter Six Seventy-Four: The Grand Triple Wedding

“Mie Fangyuan?” Qian Zhanxuan looked up calmly at the man standing casually on the roof, as if he were just a neighbor dropping by. “The successor of the Wind and Cloud Battle Qi—you found them?”

Wind and Cloud Battle Qi? Qian Wushuang frowned slightly. He had never heard of that specific Battle Qi. Judging by the Clan Head’s reaction, this visitor seemed formidable. How strong could an ordinary warrior possibly be?

“Of course, I found them. I’ve only come this time to attend the wedding of the Wind and Cloud Battle Qi successor. Otherwise, I wouldn't leave the Four Seasons Valley.”

“The Wind and Cloud Battle Qi successor’s wedding?” Qian Zhanxuan’s composure finally fractured. A trace of confirmed yet skeptical speculation etched itself between his brows. “You mean…?”

“Exactly! That kid, Qian Jin.” Mie Fangyuan slowly descended from the rooftop, walking down the air step by step until his feet touched the courtyard ground. His Saint-level flying ability immediately informed Qian Wushuang that this elder was no simple figure. “I visited your Qian Clan a long time ago. I hid a map in one of your family's books. Heh heh, actually…”

Mie Fangyuan shrugged. “It wasn’t just the Qian Clan. In truth, I visited all three ultimate bloodline factions, the three ultimate bloodline factions of the Demon Race, and all ten bloodline families on both sides. I left maps and clues at every single one. But only Qian Jin found me.”

“Interesting. Truly interesting!” The suspicion in Qian Zhanxuan’s eyes vanished, replaced by the surging aura of domineering confidence. “The one who challenged the inheritors of the Qian Clan’s Wind and Cloud Battle Qi for countless generations—it turns out to be someone eliminated from our own Qian Clan.”

“Of course it’s interesting.” Mie Fangyuan took a step toward the courtyard gate, then suddenly turned back. “Oh, right! Tell your Ninth Brother to behave himself. Stop coveting my successor. I injured him this time; next time, I will kill him!”

A piercing killing intent erupted from Mie Fangyuan’s body, instantly transforming his amiable smile into one filled with chilling malevolence. A scent of blood sprayed forth directly from his pores, as if attempting to dye the entire world crimson.

“Ninth Brother?” Qian Zhanxuan was momentarily stunned, then recovered with arrogance. “I, Qian Zhanxuan, would not stoop so low. If my Ninth Brother caused trouble, I will settle that score with you later. Even if he made a mistake, he is still a member of the Qian Clan, and it is not your place to lay hands on him.”

Mie Fangyuan walked out the gate without looking back. “Qian Zhanxuan, our era is about to pass. The age of the younger generation shining brightly is coming. You are old! I am old too! We can no longer keep up with the times.”

“I, Qian Zhanxuan, will dominate this era!”

Domineering confidence infused every muscle on Qian Zhanxuan’s face. “Don’t think I’ve been idle these past few years, preparing and striving. The Ultimate Awakening might not exclusively manifest in the younger generation.”

Mie Fangyuan’s figure had already vanished, leaving only the faint echo of his laughter hanging in the air.

“Clan Head, that person just now…”

“Mie Fangyuan, the previous generation’s successor of the Wind and Cloud Battle Qi.” A hint of faint admiration touched Qian Zhanxuan’s tyrannical face. “The Fen Tu Family is merely a power that openly challenges the Bloodline Warriors. But none of the bloodline power families pay attention to the Fen Tu Family. There are two other forces in this world that are quietly challenging the bloodline powers.”

“Two forces?” Qian Wushuang was deeply curious. Despite being a key figure in the Qian Clan’s cultivation, there was still knowledge completely unknown to him.

“Two! One of them is the Wind and Cloud Battle Qi.” Qian Zhanxuan’s gaze held a rare flicker of respect. “Their strongest members have even challenged the Ultimate Bloodline Warriors. However, they always ended up defeated. This Mie Fangyuan—he challenged me, and he challenged Pan Hongji. It actually explains why Qian Jin has become so incredibly powerful.”

“Wind and Cloud Battle Qi—the inventor of a Battle Qi for geniuses!” Qian Zhanxuan clapped Qian Wushuang’s shoulder. “At the Newcomer King Tournament, you might encounter the inheritor of the other tradition that has challenged bloodline power for years: the Mountain River Battle Qi. They are also a lineage of ordinary warriors, no less impressive than the Wind and Cloud Battle Qi.”

“Wind and Cloud Battle Qi? Mountain River Battle Qi?” Invincible confidence flashed in Qian Wushuang’s pupils. “Bloodline Warriors dominated everything before, they dominate everything now, and they will dominate everything in the future! I, Qian Wushuang, will become the most outstanding Bloodline Warrior!”

Qian Zhanxuan nodded and walked toward the room. “Correct! Bloodline Warriors are the true peak. Ordinary warriors are not, and never will be.”

Qian Wushuang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the sky, a hint of doubt clouding his brow. “Is Qian Wuqing still alive? He told me last time he was heading to the Ancient Desolate Sea again.”

What on earth was the Warriors’ General Union plotting?

Collective Saint Ascension? Have they gone mad?

Did Qian Jin cause this?

Ordinary warriors are no longer mere battlefield supplements or weaklings!

The great age of the ordinary warriors has arrived!

As the guild masters of the Warriors’ General Union ascended to the Saint realm en masse, news that initially traveled on winged messengers gradually turned into a wild storm. This storm swept across the entire True Strategy Dynasty.

In the Dynasty’s capital city, no one cared about the status of the Newcomer King Tournament anymore. All eyes were fixed upon the Warriors’ General Union, an entity rarely noticed before.

When people finally turned their attention to the Union, they quickly discovered that the supreme authority of the once-lofty War Hall had, without anyone noticing, transferred to Qian Jin.

The power of the War Hall, accumulated over countless years, was now in Qian Jin’s hands, effectively falling under the command of the Fen Tu Family for the time being!

People traced the connections surrounding Qian Jin, gradually realizing that this young man, who had risen like a comet, possessed an incredibly complex network of relationships, involving both powerful factions and grassroots elements.

Following the collective Saint Ascension of several Union masters, Qian Jin’s wedding was hyped to unprecedented levels. Some people even began secretly printing fake wedding invitations to sell them illegally.

However, just as these counterfeiters produced invitations suitable for the upper echelon of society, they were struck by earth-shattering news: Qian Jin’s wedding would issue no formal invitations. Anyone could attend!

This meant that whether one was a high-ranking prime minister, the leader of a powerful clan, or a beggar on the street—anyone who wished to attend Qian Jin’s wedding was welcome.

Leaders of many major powers frowned upon hearing this. What was this stunt? How could noble figures attend someone's wedding alongside low-class commoners?

Protests and complaints were harbored silently within the hearts of these leaders; no one dared openly complain to Qian Jin about the arrangement.

Everyone understood Qian Jin’s message clearly: if you feel attending would lower your status, then don’t come.

Not attending Qian Jin’s wedding? That was preposterous! Even the leaders who grumbled only did so internally and dared not declare their absence.

“Qian Jin’s wedding?”

Jiu Yang Fenghua lowered the scroll in his hand and looked at the beautiful maidservant. “No invitation? Interesting. We should go take a look. After all, he is a major leader of several factions; he’s qualified to warrant our observation.”

“Qian Jin’s wedding? We must go! First, to congratulate him and make introductions. Second, to show other guests that even if ordinary warriors achieve Sainthood, it is still we, the bloodline families, who dictate true authority.”

A massive statue of a golden three-headed dragon occupied the center of the living room. The young Lei Long Li Quan possessed a domineering aura distinct from Qian Zhanxuan’s. Every gesture exuded the air of a leader. “Fourth Brother, you represent our Three-Headed Golden Dragon Bloodline Warrior family and attend.”

Several young warriors of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline turned their gaze toward the man sitting to Lei Long Li’s right. His broad shoulders seemed strong enough to prop up the heavens. He sat casually, yet gave the impression of a slumbering leviathan; the moment its eyes opened, the earth and mountains would tremble.

Ming Jing Long Li Gengxin! He was once among the most talented warriors of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon Clan in this generation, only falling to the third position after the appearance of the Seventh Brother and the Ninth Brother, Lei Long Li.

“Understood, Ninth Brother.” Ming Jing Long Li Gengxin stood up and nodded. “I will go take a look.”

Lei Long Li nodded slowly, his seven-colored, glazed eyes shining with trust. This Fourth Brother, who had reached Saint Ascension about half a year later than Tian Lian Ling, had already become a Saint four months prior. Though he rarely displayed his power, he possessed formidable endurance and destructive capability.

Bloodline warrior families across the land were undertaking actions very similar to the Three-Headed Golden Dragon Clan, selecting various representatives.

Many bloodline warrior families, while dispatching their chosen members, couldn't help but smile wryly. What sort of situation was this? A dignified bloodline power family was taking the wedding of an ordinary warrior so seriously, with everyone’s attention focused on the Warriors’ General Union in the capital.

In front of the Warriors’ General Union, a middle-aged warrior stood, visibly nervous. He fidgeted with his uniform, his expression serious and cautious, and approached the guard station, executing a perfect Warrior’s salute. “Excuse me, is this the Warriors’ General Union? Is Qian Jin here?”

The guards returned a flawless Warrior’s salute. Although Qian Jin had not formally taken control of the Union yet, all warriors understood that this young warrior who had risen from the absolute lowest ranks disliked any sign of arrogance when facing fellow warriors.

This attitude permeated the entire Union. Even though the Warriors’ General Union had become the most captivating location in the capital, the warriors showed not a hint of conceit.

“Greetings, honored warrior. This is the Warriors’ General Union. Vice-Chairman Qian Jin resides here. May I ask who you are…?”

“I…” The middle-aged warrior nervously straightened his clothes again, exhibiting the tension of a countryman visiting the city. “My name is Rodrigues…”

Smack!

The few guards hearing that name immediately snapped into the most standard Warrior’s salute toward Rodrigues once more.

“You are Chairman Qian Jin’s enlightenment teacher? Lord Rodrigues?” The guards smiled with exceptional cordiality. “The people we dispatched…”

“They are just behind. They’ll be here soon, very soon,” Rodrigues chuckled at the guards, an indescribable joy swelling in his heart. He hadn't expected his student to send people all the way to Oakland to invite him to his wedding.

What he hadn't anticipated was that his student's influence had reached such heights. He had abandoned his bath time to arrive early, and these warriors showed him such profound respect.

“Then, Lord Rodrigues, please enter the War Fortress first,” the guard said enthusiastically. “It would be incredibly rude to make you wait out here.”

Rodrigues vigorously rubbed his sweaty palms against his clothes, wiping them dry, before quickly walking into the fortress.

A guard responsible for escort duty hurried ahead. “It is an honor to meet you, sir. Thank you for cultivating such an outstanding warrior as Vice-Chairman Qian Jin.”

Rumble!

The instant Rodrigues stepped into the courtyard after passing through the main hall, a massive clash of Battle Qi exploded, sending shockwaves of air that pushed the principal of the junior academy staggering backward repeatedly.

“Mie Fangyuan, you still haven't died after all these years.” Pan Hongji’s voice had regained the dominance of a true powerhouse, subtly threaded with the warmth of old friends meeting after a long separation.

“Snake Emperor, aren’t you doing quite well yourself?” Mie Fangyuan slowly descended from the sky. “I came for my successor’s wedding, and I see you are here too. Long time no see; you seem even stronger than before… and… a Dual Soul Domain?”

“What about it? Envious?” Pan Hongji laughed heartily. The nascent form of his Thunder Soul Domain, nurtured for days, was gradually maturing into a complete domain. Though it wasn't One Body, Two Saints, it was One Body, Dual Souls—an extremely rare stroke of luck.

“What is there to be envious of? That brat beside you—he possesses true One Body, Two Saints,” Mie Fangyuan strode toward the slightly dazed Qian Jin beside Pan Hongji. “Boy, didn’t you send people to look for me? I’m here! I didn’t expect you to be this powerful after only a few days apart. Interesting! Truly interesting!”

“Mas… Master…” Qian Jin stared blankly at Mie Fangyuan. Although he knew this old man was immensely strong, he hadn't realized he was this formidable. That last strike… the Snake Emperor hadn't held back at all!

That was a strike from Snake Emperor Pan Hongji! Qian Jin, the young warrior who usually left others spinning, was rendered speechless by Mie Fangyuan for the first time.

Mie Fangyuan’s cloudy old eyes suddenly shone with a seven-colored, glazed light. His pupils rapidly shifted through several configurations. Qian Jin watched, his heart pounding. What was that? Different eye abilities? One of them was the Eye of Complete Release!

“Boy, not bad! One Body, Three Souls? And they are all peak among the peak!” Mie Fangyuan laughed with delight. “Interesting, truly interesting. I thought you would need another ten or even twenty years to reach this level of strength, but… I never expected this.”

Qian Jin managed an awkward smile. If it weren't for the Endless World, if it weren't for continuous life-or-death battles, and if it weren't for Teacher Adams’ potions allowing him rapid recovery, achieving Sainthood might truly have required another decade.

“Oh? The potential of these little snakes is quite good,” Mie Fangyuan remarked cheerfully while surveying Duan Fengbuer, Pan Mengcheng, and the others. “Snake Emperor, you have good luck.”

Pan Hongji smiled faintly and did not reply, but pride flickered across his face. The ten small snakes had undergone a collective baptism of Saint Ascension previously, increasing not just their strength and combat experience, but also their worldly knowledge instantaneously.

Although their faces still held the proud, glorious expressions of Bloodline Warriors, their brows now carried a greater sense of composure and confidence, replacing their former tendency to look down on others.

Pan Mengcheng’s gaze toward Qian Jin, Duan Fengbuer, and even Fen Tu Kuangge was no longer disdainful, but filled with gratitude, even a faint shade of reverence.

After yesterday’s Ascension, Pan Mengcheng had entered seclusion for a full day and night. He felt the magnitude of this advancement was immense. If he faced his former self, he believed he could defeat him with just one hand.

This advancement was a qualitative leap! Pan Mengcheng even believed he was very close to Sainthood. The power he would gain upon awakening his bloodline power would be far beyond what other Bloodline Warriors achieved after reaching the Saint realm.

Eliminated? The confident smile on Pan Mengcheng’s lips was even brighter than yesterday. His group was certainly not the ‘eliminated’ younger generation of the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors.

On the contrary! By following Duan Fengbuer, they would completely and utterly surpass the Pan Mengshen lineage in the near future, becoming the strongest force among the younger generation of the Pan Clan.

Pan Mengcheng almost saw a vision of his own incomparably glorious future.

“We still have to thank Qian Jin… Huh? He is your disciple?” Pan Hongji suddenly looked enlightened. “The current inheritor of the Wind and Cloud Battle Qi?”

“What else?” Mie Fangyuan laughed proudly. “Everyone who learns the Wind and Cloud Battle Qi develops their own unique version. It’s not strange that you didn't recognize it.”

Qian Jin walked before Mie Fangyuan and immediately dropped to one knee on the ground. “Master…”

“Enough, is this interesting enough?” Mie Fangyuan raised a hand to support Qian Jin, preventing him from fully kneeling. “You performed very well. You made me proud.”

Qian Jin could only nod, saying no more. If not for the mysterious Wind and Cloud Battle Qi, he might never have reached this position today.

“Qian… Qian Jin…?”

Rodrigues could hardly believe his eyes. While he had always believed his student would amount to something, he had only expected him to perhaps become a Centurion Commander at best. Now, it seemed even a Cavalry Commander would humbly act as his subordinate in his presence.

Qian Jin glanced at Mie Fangyuan, then at Rodrigues, and his smile became even wider. He was seeing the teacher he hadn't seen in a long time, on the very same day!

“Teacher,” Qian Jin rushed forward two steps toward Rodrigues, who quickly steadied him, preventing him from kneeling.

“You… are you really… Qian Jin?”

Rodrigues still struggled to believe this was real. Had he truly taught such an exceptional student? One so outstanding that he slew the Thunder Lion King at such a young age, severely wounded the fiend Jin Ze Tianlu, and simultaneously became the Vice-Chairman of the Warriors’ General Union and the authority figure of the War Hall.

This student was excessively brilliant! Rodrigues felt a profoundly unreal sensation, intensely so. How many years had passed? His student now stood at the apex of power in the True Strategy Dynasty, capable of conversing as an equal with the legendary Snake Emperor, Pan Hongji.

“It’s me, Teacher Rodrigues.”

Qian Jin’s smile was radiant. Seeing the teacher who had once cared for him so deeply brought an indescribable wave of emotion and happiness.

“It really is you!” Rodrigues finally recovered from the shock and quickly pulled out a piece of paper he had prepared in his pocket. “The Oakland School is developing reasonably well these days, but we lack funding. I know you are wealthy now. See if you can help resolve this matter?”

Qian Jin stared blankly at the paper in his teacher's hand. This was truly his teacher, who always put the Oakland Academy first, asking for money immediately upon meeting! Only the closest individuals could be so direct.

“Teacher, shall we start with an investment of one million gold coins?” Qian Jin asked tentatively, uncertain exactly how much to give his teacher. “Would that be acceptable?”

“O-One million… gold coins?” Rodrigues’ eyes widened, and he felt his breathing become labored. He had only come hoping for about ten thousand gold coins…

“If one million gold coins isn’t enough… then two million?” Qian Jin misunderstood the principal’s reaction, assuming the headmaster wanted to build the Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy into the largest and best junior academy in the Eternal Province. “If that’s not enough, I can forge another Soul Weapon…”

“That’s enough, enough, enough…” Rodrigues repeatedly patted Qian Jin’s shoulder, terrified of hearing an even larger figure and being scared to death right there, which would be too great a loss.

“Two million gold coins…” Rodrigues felt like he was dreaming again; it was all too unreal.

“Chairman Qian…”

A young warrior sprinted in from the entrance, his face showing a mixture of pride and excitement, rubbing his palms together repeatedly. “The Fen Tu Family… people from the Fen Tu Family… have arrived… Sir, should you…”

"The Fentou family? What the hell are they?" Pan Hongji rolled his eyes skyward beside him. "The head of this house comes here, and this brat doesn't even go out to greet him? What, are the people of the Fentou family exceptionally beautiful? Or is Qian Jin their Fentou son-in-law? Even if Fentou Lang himself showed up, I’d tell him to walk in on his own! Do we need to send people to carry them in?"

The young warrior blinked, quickly bowing his head. He had only been thinking about the glory of the common warriors' families coming, forgetting that the head of one of the Ten Great Bloodline Warrior Families was present.

Qian Jin smiled faintly at the young warrior, clearly an admirer of the Fentou family. He heard a familiar voice drift from the hall nearby.

"The Serpent Emperor is quite worked up. But you're right! It is indeed Fentou Lang who has arrived."

"Old Master Fentou, you seem quite robust still," Pan Hongji's dissatisfied voice finally returned to normal. "When are you planning to head to the Demon-Man Battlefield to hack up those demon whelps?"

"Serpent Emperor, it has been many days, yet your bearing is even more magnificent than before." Fentou Lang strode into the courtyard with the bearing of a majestic tiger, pausing when he saw Rodrigues, slightly surprised to see such a seemingly weaker warrior present.

Rodrigues's eyes widened; he stared intently at Fentou Lang, swallowing hard before asking Qian Jin in a hushed tone, "This... this is the Head of the Fentou Family?"

"Yes, Teacher," Qian Jin deliberately raised his voice. Fentou Lang's look of confusion toward Rodrigues instantly transformed into one of admiration and esteem. To have cultivated a student like Qian Jin, even His Majesty the Great Demon King, the current foremost powerhouse, would treat Rodrigues with great importance.

Of course, that importance might manifest as an immediate slap delivered to Rodrigues to demonstrate just how much reverence and appreciation he held for this weak teacher, ensuring he didn't produce another student like Qian Jin, which could genuinely shake the very foundations of the Lucifer Dynasty's survival.

Sensing Fentou Lang's gaze upon him, Rodrigues immediately straightened his back, forcing a tense smile as he saluted the man who was once the leader of all common warriors in the Fentou family.

"You have nurtured the finest student," Fentou Lang stood before Rodrigues and executed the most precise military salute. "I must pay my respects to you."

Rodrigues felt a slight dizziness. Fentou Lang! The Head of the Fentou Family! A monumental figure who had carried the banner for common warriors for years, and now he was saluting him!

"It is only right, only right," Rodrigues instinctively replied.

"You... you are..." Fentou Lang studied Mie Fangyuan with surprise. "Elder... you..."

"Oh? You still remember me?" Mie Fangyuan chuckled. "That's right, it's me! Both times you nearly got yourself killed by the demons, it was my intervention that saved you."

Fentou Lang slapped his forehead hard. Yes! Although much time had passed, and he was much younger then, this elder was also younger, and had told him upon saving him: "You still have value in living."

"Enough. We don't have much business with each other," Mie Fangyuan waved his hand dismissively. "You carry on. I haven't seen my disciple in a long time and want a good chat with him, and perhaps speak with his other mentor as well."

Fentou Lang wanted to say more, but seeing that Mie Fangyuan completely ignored him, he could only smile wryly. Back then, he was a common warrior who had reached the Saintly realm; who knew how powerful he was now? He had searched for this man for years, only to find... life was truly full of the unknown.

"Grandfather..." Fentou Kuangge appeared before Fentou Lang. "Is my brother alright?"

"He won't die..."

Fentou Kuangxiao's weak voice echoed from the entrance of the hall nearby.

His complexion was pale, his lips lacked color, yet though two warriors stood beside him, he required no support. Every step he took was labored, but his face held a happy smile, as if to tell Fentou Kuangge not to worry about him.

"Brother..."

"Stop your weeping here. I am still conscious, at least," Fentou Kuangxiao managed to lift an arm to lightly tap Fentou Kuangge's head. "Tell me, did you break through?"

Fentou Kuangge hastily wiped the tears from his face. "Brother, I broke through."

"You broke through? What is your power level?" Fentou Kuangxiao looked at Fentou Kuangge with immense joy, seemingly happier than if he himself had achieved a greater breakthrough. "Let me see how strong you are."

As Fentou Kuangxiao finished speaking, his body swayed slightly, his legs giving way as he leaned backward. The two warriors rushed to support him instantly, and a soft armchair was placed behind him.

"I'm not completely useless yet..." Fentou Kuangxiao tried to rise, but Fentou Kuangge pressed down on his shoulder. "Brother, just sit. Just like when you coached my warrior skills when we were kids—sit in the chair, hold your staff, and if I did anything wrong, just give me a good whack."

Fentou Kuangxiao stopped struggling to get up, sinking softly into the armchair. "Let me see your strength."

Saintly realm! Saintly realm!

The two Saintly Battle Souls instantly burst forth completely. The formidable surge of fighting aura created gusts of strong wind that whipped Fentou Kuangxiao's clothes noisily. Fentou Kuangge's body levitated against all reason.

"Big Brother, I could enter True Saint status at any moment, the state between tangible and illusory."

Fentou Kuangge hovered slightly, fully projecting his Soul Domain as well. His immense power intimidated the dozen or so members of the Fentou family who had rushed over.

Fentou Lang's expression, which had been about to turn wry because Mie Fangyuan refused to chat with him, froze instantly.

Saintly realm! This brat, Fentou Kuangge, had actually reached the Saintly realm?

Fentou Lang vigorously rubbed his eyes. He had long heard rumors that a group in the Warrior's Guild had reached the Saintly realm, but he had assumed it was only all the guild masters. He never expected his own grandson to be among them.

One Body, Two Saints! Fentou Lang looked up at Fentou Kuangge's imposing Battle Soul, momentarily speechless, unable to find words to describe his excitement.

One Body, Two Saints, One Body, Two Saints!

In a matter of mere seconds, Fentou Lang's expression shifted from rigidity to utter disbelief, then to wild ecstasy. After the rapture, a new emotion swiftly followed: tears instantly blurred the old man's vision and streamed down his cheeks.

No one in the Fentou family had ever reached the Saintly realm. They had once collected Soul Weapons, but those two weapons were unsuitable for any peak warrior within the family's Battle Soul lineage.

Now, someone from the Fentou family had reached the Saintly realm, and in the unprecedented form of One Body, Two Saints.

The sheer might! Fentou Kuangge's strength had surpassed the peak eras of all past warriors in the Fentou family! Fentou Lang wept profusely, looking at Fentou Kuangge. The first time he heard the news that this boy had crippled the Fentou family's Battle Qi, he had considered immediately expelling him.

He had never imagined this! Fentou Lang clearly felt the surging Battle Qi and Battle Soul power emanating from Fentou Kuangge, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "Kuangge, this... this set of Battle Qi... can it be..."

"Qian Jin gave this to me," Fentou Kuangge's single sentence blocked Fentou Lang’s words.

As warriors, none of them failed to grasp what Fentou Lang was implying. Even the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline warriors of the Pan family looked with envy at Fentou Kuangge's Battle Qi secret technique.

The Great True Gold Soul Domain! And a body as sturdy as a Soul Weapon!

Pan Mengcheng even doubted whether an attack utilizing his full power against Fentou Kuangge would injure Fentou Kuangge or himself.

"If it was given to Kuangge, then it belongs to Kuangge."

Qian Jin sensed Fentou Lang's gaze and spoke without turning his head, immediately shutting down any question Fentou Lang might have raised.

"Give... give... give..."

Fentou Lang felt his breathing become labored. Even facing the Demon-Man Battlefield led personally by the Great Demon King, he had never experienced such excitement and tension; his chest even ached slightly. In all their years of fighting on the battlefield, collecting, plundering, and revising various Battle Qi secret techniques, the Fentou family had never obtained a secret technique that reached 108 Acupoints.

Now, because of his association with Qian Jin, Fentou Kuangge possessed such a set of techniques. The future advancement of the Fentou family would be more than just a small step up.

How valuable was a Saint-level Battle Qi secret technique? That was no longer something money could quantify.

"This Battle Qi secret technique requires materials at the Soul Soldier level to advance further once it reaches the Battle Heart stage," Fentou Kuangge’s very earnest statement caused the smile on Fentou Lang's face to stiffen.

To advance to the Battle Heart realm, one needed Soul Soldier-grade equipment to further increase the Battle Qi's power? What kind of Battle Qi secret technique was this? So extravagantly demanding! Using Soul Soldiers to cultivate and advance Battle Qi levels—such a lavish secret technique would make even the Royal Family feel the cost acutely, wouldn't it?

The value of a single Soul Soldier, utilized effectively, might not be inferior to that of a Battle Heart-level warrior!

The value of a high-grade Soul Soldier could easily surpass that of a Battle Heart-level warrior!

Ten, or even dozens of Soul Soldiers, would certainly not be worth less than a Battle Heart-level warrior! To cultivate such a warrior to the peak of the Battle Soul realm... an ordinary family might go bankrupt on the spot!

Fentou Lang began to understand why Qian Jin was so indifferent about giving away the Battle Qi. Only Qian Jin could truly master this thing! This brat could forge top-tier Soul Soldiers from a pile of ordinary metal!

With this kind of Battle Qi, no matter who practiced it, to advance to higher realms, they would inevitably have to seek Qian Jin's assistance; there was no other way.

For such a set of Battle Qi... Fentou Lang felt unwilling, intensely unwilling that the secret technique could only be observed but not passed down for his descendants to practice. He must find a way! He must find a way! Should he summon an army of blacksmiths?

To hell with it! Fentou Lang stomped his foot suddenly. He would turn this Battle Qi into the Fentou family's most powerful heirloom technique first! What happens after that, no one could possibly imagine!

Even if... even if... an entire troop of Battle Heart-level warriors appeared on the battlefield simultaneously, their power would be enough to give opponents a severe headache.

A torrent of super-hardened Battle Heart warriors from the Fentou family—it could sweep the battlefield like an iron flood!

Rodrigues looked around again, his head growing even more dizzy. He, a mere academy principal, was standing among so many great figures he usually only heard about in rumors.

"Qian Jin! You scoundrel! I heard you plan to register alone for the Newcomer King Tournament?"

A fierce, female contralto voice, saturated with an undeniable Queenly dominance, charged into the courtyard from outside the Warrior General Headquarters.

Qian Jin immediately smiled and stepped forward to meet the powerful Queenly aura of Principal Isabella. "How could that be? I heard our academy already registered me, didn't they?"

:Three thousand characters in one chapter, is that still my style? Returning to long chapter updates; I feel more comfortable reading it myself RO