Duren Burg sprinted towards Qian Jin and propped him into his arms. "Hey, what’s going on? Every time we bury you, there's a huge change when you come out. Are you a planet-form demon beast? But your wounds..."
"It doesn’t matter…" Qian Jin shook his head. "It will be okay after I get some sleep."
Will sleep heal everything? Upon hearing this, Fanta Kunge, who had come to be of help, couldn’t help twisting his lips. Well, it seemed that Qian Jin, as a high-level pharmacist, was the only one qualified to say such words. To the normal people, carrying such severe injuries was equivalent to being a foot into the grave.
Cech Flet observed the change in Qian Jin's facial expression silently, acknowledging that despite the severe pain afflicting him, he still possessed compelling strength when he got out of the sand hole. His victory over Qian Chenyu several days ago was made at the price of causing heavy injuries to his own body, but today, under similarly injured body conditions, he finished off the Level 9 Demon Slayer Elf-king Bloodline Warrior with just two strikes.
Admittedly, Qian Chenguang wasn't at peak strength due to his fear arising from his poisoned body and the threats posed by the other fellow partners of Qian Jin. It was unbelievable for Qian Jin to finish off his enemy with just two strikes. It appeared to Fanta Kunge that Qian JIn was beyond being a Level 1 Demon Slayer.
Fanta Kunge separated the Jiuyang Flame Iron from the sandy ground with his Shoot Moon Bow, just to be caught by surprise. What was this? Though possessing bountiful heat, this piece of iron seemed to have been lost some of its original power. It was as though a large quantity of heat had been discharged.
Qian Jin laughed, bent down to pick up the Jiuyang Flame Iron and placed it back into his warrior dimension which made Fanta Kunge give out another light from the eyes. Last time Qian Jin grasped this iron piece, there was a burn on his palm. But today, he managed to seize it without much effort. How come? How had he grown so strong enough to resist such overwhelming heat?
"Huh…" Qian Jin started to swing his wrist as the Warrior Heart of his dead reservoirs had gone somewhat out of control after seizing that piece of Jiuyang Flame Iron just now. However hard Qian Jin tried to activate it, it remained unchanged but continued revolving by itself. Now the only function of it was to contain the warrior seal for the [Latent Thunder Fighting Technique].
Why had it gone out of control after being used three times? Qian Jin shook his head and expelled all his thoughts on this as he knew the things taught by Uncle Blake were always unexpected.
Just like the [Forge Breathing Technique] and the [Eighteen Blade Elevating Strikes], it wasn't until he possessed the eerie Warrior Heart did he feel that his past knowledge of the [Eighteen Blade Elevating Strikes] was a mistake. Activated by the Warrior-Heart, this fighting technique could summon stronger power than he had ever imagined as it reached a perfect combination of strength and skill.
"Let’s go back to the cave." Lucifer Lucy held Qian Jin up by his broken arm. "This place is full of danger."
Qian Jin nodded his head in pain. No sooner had he figured out the reason for his double Warrior Hearts than the Qian Family dispatched an Elf-king Bloodline Warrior to hunt down him. It was hard to say that the Qians hadn’t sent someone else to chase after Qian Jin and his fellow friends.
"Bury me again before you go into the cave."
The other people looked at Qian Jin blankly, wondering whether he had become addicted to being buried in the sand. But admittedly, so long as they stayed separately around the sand pit, the Qian Family wouldn’t be able to find Qian Jin.
The metal mine? Blown by the wind, the innumerable sand particles would block the entrance to the cave, making it look just like a huge sand dune.
Unless those hunters from the Qian Family had the talent of detecting the location of the metal mine by telling the minute differences of the sandy ground like Qian Jin did.
They dug the hole and buried Qian Jin. Duren Burg laid Qian Jin into the sand hole adroitly and then whisked off the dust on his hands and walked into the cave.
The endless world. Lying in the sand hole, Qian Jin suddenly opened his eyes and then the sand granules around him started to stream into both sides under the control of his Warrior Heart to form a small space where Qian Jin could move freely. He then took out the mage hat from the warrior dimension.
"Oops. Luckily, I have this endless world."
Looking at his injured body, Qian Jin figured that it would take at least one to two months for him to lie in a bed for recovery if he concocted the potion by himself. Thus he’d better look for Uncle Adams for a better recovery.
After a black light, the familiar tranquil village showed up. Qian Jin dragged his wrenched body to walk forward along the country road while he kept nodding his head. Several days ago in the Pam Family, he was publicly recognized as having great abilities in pharmacy. But now as he was caught with severe injuries, he came to realize that he was just a rookie as remarked by Uncle Adams.
"Got hurt again?" Adams placed down the potion bottle in his hand and looked at Qian Jin standing by the gate. "You've got even more severe wounds this time in your bones, energy connections and warrior reservoirs. Next time you may get your arm cut off. Okay, get in."
The fist-sized black pot was used for storing energy connection recovery potion. A slightly sweet dose of liquid glided down through Qian Jin’s throat, which was immediately taken in by the blood. While the energy connections and warrior reservoirs through which the blood passed were being healed by the potion.
Warrior reservoirs, energy connections, bones, flesh, and organs…
The closed eyes of Qian Jin were lifted up all of a sudden as he felt a long-overlooked special power growing inside him which was full of vigor and vitality and was ever expanding, just like the forging ahead call in his bosom. Yet there were slight differences between these two.
Uncle Adams’s potion always brought miraculous effects. Within just a few minutes, the wounds on Qian Jin’s energy connections, bones, flesh, and organs were recovered fully, and a new refreshing power was floating inside of him.
Qian Jin spewed a mouthful of foul air, moved his shoulder slightly, and listened to the cracking sounds being made. By doing so he was connecting to the warrior power and the newly generated special warrior heart inside him.
Burning power was twirling and streaming inside his Warrior Heart and the one hundred and eight dead reservoirs. Residing in the energy connections, the heat, which was previously devastatingly intense now felt so mild without any imperious touch, making people feel like bathing in a cool spring.
Level 1 Demon Slayer? Qian Jin frowned slightly and started to observe the power inside him. He couldn’t believe that his warrior power residing in the living warrior reservoirs and energy connections had reached the Level 1 Demon Slayer.
How could it be so quick? Qian Jin lifted his hand to scratch the back of his head. The rotation speed of warrior power could be achieved phased growth through all kinds of special training and the cultivation of warrior power, but the warrior power volume was different.
It entailed a certain period of time to stimulate the inner potentials to absorb the warrior power in the warrior crystals and warrior stones for stressing gradual growth.
Yet no common people could achieve this, apart from the bloodline warriors who had awakened their bloodline power and were thus capable of triggering an increase of the warrior power volume like a volcano explosion.
"There ought to be remaining potentials in me, but this growth…" Qian Jin slightly shook his head. "Even I haven’t felt the potential being stimulated, never have I achieved the absorption of warrior power from the energy core and energy stones. How come…is this to say…"
[Latent Thunder Fighting Technique}. Qian Jin lowered his head to look at his hands, wondering whether the warrior power harbored in Qian Chenyu’s [Latent Thunder Fighting Technique] was left in his one hundred and eight warrior reservoirs, instead of being diametrically absorbed into his Forge Breathing Technique.
Qian Jin closed his eyes to feel the rhythm of the warrior power. There must be some differences between the newly absorbed warrior power and the long-existing one in his body, though in a minute way. But Qian Jin was sure that he could sense the differences as long as he tried wholeheartedly.
Things turned out as what he had figured, but how come? Qian Jin screwed his eyebrows and started meditation. But however hard he tried, he couldn’t figure out why warrior power could be offered to someone else. If warrior power could be easily offered and bequeathed to others, the warriors of the current times would become able to grasp strong power by inheriting the warrior power of their predecessors.
Such unimaginable things were now happening in reality. Qian Jin couldn’t figure out the hidden cause for this. Was this because of the Forge Breathing Technique? If so, the warrior power should be absorbed into the new Warrior Heart, instead of leaving such large quantities of power in the living warrior reservoirs.
"Is this because of the Wind and Cloud Warrior Power?" Qian Jin tapped his chin with his fingers gently. "The ‘Cloud’ of the Wind and Cloud Warrior Power could mechanically stimulate certain types of bloodline fighting techniques, yet I haven’t figured out what is special about the character of ‘Wind’. Does it refer to all types of wind, including the tornados?"
Anything along the twirling route of the tornado would be entwined, churned and lastly ground into powder.
"What are you thinking about?" Adams uttered a husky roar. "The potion has been used up by you. You, go to the West Mountains and fetch me some medicinal materials or me. Here is the list…"
Qian Jin flung his head, giving up on his efforts on the cause for his rapid growth. Looking at the material list, Qian Jin felt blank. What the hell were these? The heart of the mid-level demon beast [Sky Roaring Ape], the red eyes of the high-level demon beast [Bass Eye Demon], and [Dancing Grass]. Though the last one wasn’t classified as a species of demon beasts, it could have an accompanying demon beast.
Each place with [Dancing Grass] grown would be inhabited by [Firehead Goose]. Every time the [Dancing Grass] fluttered with the wind, [Firehead Goose] would dance to it. It was said that the [Firehead Goose] was the offspring of dragons, which was a legendary species that was rumored to possess more power than the Flame Demons.
"Are you suggesting me to court death? Or to collect materials?" Qian Jin looked through the materials quickly and found that there were some items which could be collected much easier.
Adams rolled his eyes hard and cast a glare at Qian Jin. "You naughty boy. Recently you have been haunting here with uncountable scars over your body. I urge you to find several strong figures to hone yourself, as you are in need of practice. What the hell are you nagging about? Go and collect the materials for me quickly!"
Qian Jin shook his head, uttered a sigh and quickly ran out of Adam’s Pharmacy Shop. While sprinting, he couldn’t help wearing a bitter smile on the face. "Even if I am required to undergo training, I should find some rivals of equivalent strength with me. To these demon beasts, I’m as small and feeble as a piece of paper."
Duren Burg sprinted towards Qian Jin and propped him into his arms. "Hey, what’s going on? Every time we bury you, there's a huge change when you come out. Are you a planet-form demon beast? But your wounds..."
"It doesn’t matter…" Qian Jin shook his head. "It will be okay after I get some sleep."
Will sleep heal everything? Upon hearing this, Fanta Kunge, who had come to be of help, couldn’t help twisting his lips. Well, it seemed that Qian Jin, as a high-level pharmacist, was the only one qualified to say such words. To the normal people, carrying such severe injuries was equivalent to being a foot into the grave.
Cech Flet observed the change in Qian Jin's facial expression silently, acknowledging that despite the severe pain afflicting him, he still possessed compelling strength when he got out of the sand hole. His victory over Qian Chenyu several days ago was made at the price of causing heavy injuries to his own body, but today, under similarly injured body conditions, he finished off the Level 9 Demon Slayer Elf-king Bloodline Warrior with just two strikes.
Admittedly, Qian Chenguang wasn't at peak strength due to his fear arising from his poisoned body and the threats posed by the other fellow partners of Qian Jin. It was unbelievable for Qian Jin to finish off his enemy with just two strikes. It appeared to Fanta Kunge that Qian JIn was beyond being a Level 1 Demon Slayer.
Fanta Kunge separated the Jiuyang Flame Iron from the sandy ground with his Shoot Moon Bow, just to be caught by surprise. What was this? Though possessing bountiful heat, this piece of iron seemed to have been lost some of its original power. It was as though a large quantity of heat had been discharged.
Qian Jin laughed, bent down to pick up the Jiuyang Flame Iron and placed it back into his warrior dimension which made Fanta Kunge give out another light from the eyes. Last time Qian Jin grasped this iron piece, there was a burn on his palm. But today, he managed to seize it without much effort. How come? How had he grown so strong enough to resist such overwhelming heat?
"Huh…" Qian Jin started to swing his wrist as the Warrior Heart of his dead reservoirs had gone somewhat out of control after seizing that piece of Jiuyang Flame Iron just now. However hard Qian Jin tried to activate it, it remained unchanged but continued revolving by itself. Now the only function of it was to contain the warrior seal for the [Latent Thunder Fighting Technique].
Why had it gone out of control after being used three times? Qian Jin shook his head and expelled all his thoughts on this as he knew the things taught by Uncle Blake were always unexpected.
Just like the [Forge Breathing Technique] and the [Eighteen Blade Elevating Strikes], it wasn't until he possessed the eerie Warrior Heart did he feel that his past knowledge of the [Eighteen Blade Elevating Strikes] was a mistake. Activated by the Warrior-Heart, this fighting technique could summon stronger power than he had ever imagined as it reached a perfect combination of strength and skill.
"Let’s go back to the cave." Lucifer Lucy held Qian Jin up by his broken arm. "This place is full of danger."
Qian Jin nodded his head in pain. No sooner had he figured out the reason for his double Warrior Hearts than the Qian Family dispatched an Elf-king Bloodline Warrior to hunt down him. It was hard to say that the Qians hadn’t sent someone else to chase after Qian Jin and his fellow friends.
"Bury me again before you go into the cave."
The other people looked at Qian Jin blankly, wondering whether he had become addicted to being buried in the sand. But admittedly, so long as they stayed separately around the sand pit, the Qian Family wouldn’t be able to find Qian Jin.
The metal mine? Blown by the wind, the innumerable sand particles would block the entrance to the cave, making it look just like a huge sand dune.
Unless those hunters from the Qian Family had the talent of detecting the location of the metal mine by telling the minute differences of the sandy ground like Qian Jin did.
They dug the hole and buried Qian Jin. Duren Burg laid Qian Jin into the sand hole adroitly and then whisked off the dust on his hands and walked into the cave.
The endless world. Lying in the sand hole, Qian Jin suddenly opened his eyes and then the sand granules around him started to stream into both sides under the control of his Warrior Heart to form a small space where Qian Jin could move freely. He then took out the mage hat from the warrior dimension.
"Oops. Luckily, I have this endless world."
Looking at his injured body, Qian Jin figured that it would take at least one to two months for him to lie in a bed for recovery if he concocted the potion by himself. Thus he’d better look for Uncle Adams for a better recovery.
After a black light, the familiar tranquil village showed up. Qian Jin dragged his wrenched body to walk forward along the country road while he kept nodding his head. Several days ago in the Pam Family, he was publicly recognized as having great abilities in pharmacy. But now as he was caught with severe injuries, he came to realize that he was just a rookie as remarked by Uncle Adams.
"Got hurt again?" Adams placed down the potion bottle in his hand and looked at Qian Jin standing by the gate. "You've got even more severe wounds this time in your bones, energy connections and warrior reservoirs. Next time you may get your arm cut off. Okay, get in."
The fist-sized black pot was used for storing energy connection recovery potion. A slightly sweet dose of liquid glided down through Qian Jin’s throat, which was immediately taken in by the blood. While the energy connections and warrior reservoirs through which the blood passed were being healed by the potion.
Warrior reservoirs, energy connections, bones, flesh, and organs…
The closed eyes of Qian Jin were lifted up all of a sudden as he felt a long-overlooked special power growing inside him which was full of vigor and vitality and was ever expanding, just like the forging ahead call in his bosom. Yet there were slight differences between these two.
Uncle Adams’s potion always brought miraculous effects. Within just a few minutes, the wounds on Qian Jin’s energy connections, bones, flesh, and organs were recovered fully, and a new refreshing power was floating inside of him.
Qian Jin spewed a mouthful of foul air, moved his shoulder slightly, and listened to the cracking sounds being made. By doing so he was connecting to the warrior power and the newly generated special warrior heart inside him.
Burning power was twirling and streaming inside his Warrior Heart and the one hundred and eight dead reservoirs. Residing in the energy connections, the heat, which was previously devastatingly intense now felt so mild without any imperious touch, making people feel like bathing in a cool spring.
Level 1 Demon Slayer? Qian Jin frowned slightly and started to observe the power inside him. He couldn’t believe that his warrior power residing in the living warrior reservoirs and energy connections had reached the Level 1 Demon Slayer.
How could it be so quick? Qian Jin lifted his hand to scratch the back of his head. The rotation speed of warrior power could be achieved phased growth through all kinds of special training and the cultivation of warrior power, but the warrior power volume was different.
It entailed a certain period of time to stimulate the inner potentials to absorb the warrior power in the warrior crystals and warrior stones for stressing gradual growth.
Yet no common people could achieve this, apart from the bloodline warriors who had awakened their bloodline power and were thus capable of triggering an increase of the warrior power volume like a volcano explosion.
"There ought to be remaining potentials in me, but this growth…" Qian Jin slightly shook his head. "Even I haven’t felt the potential being stimulated, never have I achieved the absorption of warrior power from the energy core and energy stones. How come…is this to say…"
[Latent Thunder Fighting Technique}. Qian Jin lowered his head to look at his hands, wondering whether the warrior power harbored in Qian Chenyu’s [Latent Thunder Fighting Technique] was left in his one hundred and eight warrior reservoirs, instead of being diametrically absorbed into his Forge Breathing Technique.
Qian Jin closed his eyes to feel the rhythm of the warrior power. There must be some differences between the newly absorbed warrior power and the long-existing one in his body, though in a minute way. But Qian Jin was sure that he could sense the differences as long as he tried wholeheartedly.
Things turned out as what he had figured, but how come? Qian Jin screwed his eyebrows and started meditation. But however hard he tried, he couldn’t figure out why warrior power could be offered to someone else. If warrior power could be easily offered and bequeathed to others, the warriors of the current times would become able to grasp strong power by inheriting the warrior power of their predecessors.
Such unimaginable things were now happening in reality. Qian Jin couldn’t figure out the hidden cause for this. Was this because of the Forge Breathing Technique? If so, the warrior power should be absorbed into the new Warrior Heart, instead of leaving such large quantities of power in the living warrior reservoirs.
"Is this because of the Wind and Cloud Warrior Power?" Qian Jin tapped his chin with his fingers gently. "The ‘Cloud’ of the Wind and Cloud Warrior Power could mechanically stimulate certain types of bloodline fighting techniques, yet I haven’t figured out what is special about the character of ‘Wind’. Does it refer to all types of wind, including the tornados?"
Anything along the twirling route of the tornado would be entwined, churned and lastly ground into powder.
"What are you thinking about?" Adams uttered a husky roar. "The potion has been used up by you. You, go to the West Mountains and fetch me some medicinal materials or me. Here is the list…"
Qian Jin flung his head, giving up on his efforts on the cause for his rapid growth. Looking at the material list, Qian Jin felt blank. What the hell were these? The heart of the mid-level demon beast [Sky Roaring Ape], the red eyes of the high-level demon beast [Bass Eye Demon], and [Dancing Grass]. Though the last one wasn’t classified as a species of demon beasts, it could have an accompanying demon beast.
Each place with [Dancing Grass] grown would be inhabited by [Firehead Goose]. Every time the [Dancing Grass] fluttered with the wind, [Firehead Goose] would dance to it. It was said that the [Firehead Goose] was the offspring of dragons, which was a legendary species that was rumored to possess more power than the Flame Demons.
"Are you suggesting me to court death? Or to collect materials?" Qian Jin looked through the materials quickly and found that there were some items which could be collected much easier.
Adams rolled his eyes hard and cast a glare at Qian Jin. "You naughty boy. Recently you have been haunting here with uncountable scars over your body. I urge you to find several strong figures to hone yourself, as you are in need of practice. What the hell are you nagging about? Go and collect the materials for me quickly!"
Qian Jin shook his head, uttered a sigh and quickly ran out of Adam’s Pharmacy Shop. While sprinting, he couldn’t help wearing a bitter smile on the face. "Even if I am required to undergo training, I should find some rivals of equivalent strength with me. To these demon beasts, I’m as small and feeble as a piece of paper."
