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If a bandit robbed Qian Jin now, he would get enough resources that would be equivalent to more than 100 years of hard work, and that was only a tiny portion of the resources from the demon clans.

There were too few blacksmiths who were able to forge Soul Weapons in history and there wasn’t a blacksmith who had a high success rate. As time passed, all the big forces accumulated a lot of great materials, they just weren’t willing to spend it.

Since in their minds, Jiliu Feijing was a blacksmith who rarely failed projects. As a result, they were all willing to make a gamble. Especially after Box Lee defeated the demon who he could never defeat before using the level 10 Warrior Weapon, many more demons wanted to ask Qian Jin to forge for them.

"Comrade, you rich now, huh?" Duren Burg leaned against the wall of the carriage and said to Qian Jin as sadness appeared on his face, "Ah, so sad. Even a demon has a Supreme Warrior Weapon and I’m only using this low-level Warrior Weapon. I don’t mind it, but if the others know that I’m very close to you and am still using such a weapon, it would affect your reputation. I don’t mind if they call me names, but I’m afraid that they would say stuff about you as well."

With an unlit cigarette in his mouth, Duren Burg continued, "If there is such a day, I will admit that it is my fault for being broke. I don’t have the materials and I dragged you down. All my fault..."

Qian Jin laughed after he looked at Duren Burg’s acting.

Cech Flet rolled his eyes and sat down beside Qian Jin. "A Supreme Warrior Weapon. Soul Weapon is better and I don’t mind a Saint Item."

Qian Jin was so surprised that he also bit his tongue. "This is Cech? He is so open now," he thought.

"God damn! Are you trying to kill my comrade?" Duren Burg got close to Qian Jin and held onto his arm. "Comrade, this guy is handsome enough. If you get him all that, there wouldn’t be a market for guys like us, we would have low self-esteem and would be sad all the time. In my opinion, just give all the stuff to me. I will be low-key and will not steal your thunder," he patted his chest and said.

Fanta Kunge didn’t say anything, he just sat down in front of Qian Jin and pointed at himself with a big smile.

Zence Matten fanned himself and laughed, "Whoever doesn’t talk is being sneaky."

"Qian Jin, just give it to me." Lucifer Lucy said as she sat directly on Qian Jin’s lap. Her movement was so smooth that it felt like she and Qian Jin interact this way all the time. She lightly bit Qian Jin’s ear and whispered, "Tonight I will..."

"Hey, beauty! That is crossing the line." Duren Burg shouted, "You are trying to seduce him? I’m good looking too! Comrade, tonight I..."

"Fu*k off!" Qian Jin kicked away Duren Burg.

"Comrade, you broke my heart. To compensate, at least a set of Supreme Warrior Weapon..."

"You are ugly." Cech Flet joked, but he still had a serious expression on his face. "It should at least be me who keep him company."

Qian Jin instantly choked on the water that he was drinking. He thought, "Environment can really change a person’s personality. I was really down for a period of time after Rollin was gone and I got cheery bright after I met Duren Burg. Cech Flet was really silent when we first met, and now he is able to joke around like this."

"Are you moved?" Lucifer Lucy sat in Qian Jin’s lap and whispered as she pinched onto the muscle on his arm. "Are you moved? Cech is so handsome that even a man could want him."

Qian Jin could only smile bitterly. "What the fu*k is this?" he thought.

As the carriage traveled smoothly on the road and laughter would sound from the carriage from time to time.

Soon, the sky darkened and the night came.

The moon was bright in the sky and the campfire flickered and lit up Qian Jin’s face.

"Have you thought about taking Uncle Qian Cheng out secretly?" Duren Burg asked.

Qian Jin chugged down some alcohol, and the chilliness of the night was expelled from his body.

"Not just once." Qian Jin swirled the bottle that only had a little bit of alcohol and said, "I even tried to execute on it a few times, I don’t think the Qian Family would monitor a groom."

"You can take him out even if you went, right? Even if you are successful, Uncle Qian Cheng won’t be happy, right?" Duren Burg squinted his eyes. At this moment, it felt like his black crystal-like eyes were able to see through people’s hearts.

He stood up and walked to downwind of Qian Jin to light up a cigarette.

Qian Jin didn’t like the smell of cigarette and Duren Burg knew about that. Therefore, he never smoked in a closed environment and he would only smoke standing downwind of Qian Jin, it was a mutual respect.

"Yeah." Qian Jin sighed and drank more.

Before, he thought that his father was a person who was brainwashed by the Qian Family.

However, he never thought that his father who was silent with the bent back had a big heart and was willing to sacrifice himself for his son, his younger brother, and his parents.

Qian Jin knew that his father wouldn’t be happy if he snuck him out.

Gradually, Qian Jin felt like he started to really understand his father. His father had his own stubbornness - his father would rather stay in the Qian Family as a groom unless he could leave there proudly with his back straight and his head up.

It was a special kind of stubbornness, it was his way of fighting back with no warrior power. As long as he knew that his son had a great performance at the Zence New Generation Competition, he would be able to turn up his nose.

If such a stubborn person was snuck out by force, he would be depressed. Perhaps he was still able to live for 10 years, but he would only be able to live for three years if he was snuck out.

Also, Qian Jin knew that his father was trying to push him even further using his pride, dignity, life, and stubbornness.

"New Generation Competition..." Duren Burg placed his hands on the back of his head and lied down on the grass. "Comrade, if we are placed in one match, I won’t go easy on you."

"Eh." Qian Jin threw a piece of wood into the fire and replied, "I won’t either."

"Don’t underestimate me, comrade." Duren Burg closed his eyes and enjoyed the night breeze. "I will be a lot more powerful then. Although there is a difference between us now, don’t forget that I have my bloodline," he said.

Qian Jin nodded. He could potentially underestimate others but not Duren Burg. Duren Burg was weaker now because he woke up his bloodline later than others. But with the help of the [Volcano Potion] and the Gravity Magic Conductor, whoever underestimated him would pay a heavy price.

"I have a master who taught me how to fight and how to cultivate. He is an ordinary warrior, and he was really nice to me. Therefore, I never looked down on ordinary warriors, rather, I feel very close to them. Too bad..." Duren Burg said as he looked up at the sky, "He died. His old injuries from Human-Demon Battlefront weren’t cured and he ended up dying anyway."

Duren Burg put out the cigarette and continued, "He really wanted to see me impress the humans, demons, and barbarians. He can only look down on me from heaven now."

"Heaven..." Qian Jin also looked up in the sky and wondered, "Is Rollin that fatty doing well up there? Did Julius betray him again?"

"Be careful!"

Qian Jin suddenly sat up straight and dodged aside.

Duren Burg who was lying on the ground instantly unleashed his Bloodline Battle Form and dodged aside as well.

The few others who were napping all woke up and moved as well.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

A series of air-piercing noises sounded as arrows stabbed into the places where they were resting. Then, the magic arrays on the arrows exploded and created a lot of fire, ice spikes, and smokes, and tear-gas.

Chaos! In a second, chaos appeared. Another round of arrows appeared, and there was a surge of magic elements in a distance; it felt like a bunch of mages were casting a powerful spell.

"Huh?" Qian Jin was surprised. "Who would want to kill me when the name of Jiliu Feijing is ready this famous? Who could it be? Besip Clan? No, it couldn’t be them. Their leader even came to the Mamen Clan this time. The Crown Prince? No, he still needs my help, he is already suspicious of the Fasthink Demon who is in charge of this project."

Qian Jin couldn’t figure it out and he was not going to. He took out the strong bow out of his Warrior Dimension and instantly shot out three arrows.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The three arrows pierced through the smokes and aimed at where the attack came from.

"How? The arrows came back?"

A shout sounded and it was filled with surprise. The magic arrays on the arrows should explode when they made contact, but they got returned?

"Demon Eye of Destruction! Be careful of the Fallen Angel Bloodline!"