Commanding Wind and Cloud

"Kill Ray Guamin?" Qian Jin knew that he could easily kick out Ray Guamin and he would get the chance to go the stars and tell Rollin how dominating Qian Jin was.

However, how would Yunxing Huisheng feel about it? Qian Jin looked at Ray Guamin in silence. He then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a heavy tone, "Ray Guamin, you should be glad that you are the disciple of Master Yunxing. I won’t kill you this time, but you won’t be this lucky next time."

Jun Wudo smiled in satisfaction. It was easy to kill as it wasn’t hard for a warrior.

However, if Ray Guamin died, Yunxing Huisheng would be very sad at the loss of a disciple that he instructed for so long. If a Forge Grandmaster suffered such mental trauma, his or her body would collapse, and he or she would die very quickly.

That way, Qian Jin would indirectly kill Yunxing Huisheng who he owed a big favor too. After all, the former president gave him the new position generously.

Jun Wudo was very satisfied with his nephew who was getting more and more mature every day.

"Uncle." Qian Jin walked to Jun Wudo and said, "Can I borrow a few men from you? I need to keep an eye on Ray Guamin. Even enough I don’t want to kill him, I need to be cautious of him."

"No problem." Jun Wudo smiled. He was going to remind Qian Jin of the threat of Ray Guamin, but he didn’t expect his nephew to think of it first.

Ray Guamin collapsed onto the floor and sat in his own piss. He looked at the corpses of the assassins of Ray Family and murmured, "The Ray Family is becoming a part of the history..."

"Uncle." Qian Jin walked to Marc Gavin and said, "We can’t let the Ray Family continue on anymore."

York Leigh walked up and said, "I need a Soul Weapon that fits me."

"Ok." Qian Jin nodded. "But my success rate isn’t that high, I will forge you one after some time."

York Leigh nodded excitedly upon hearing this. "Finally! I can become a Saint Warrior! Although it will be in a while, at least Qian Jin agreed!" He thought.

"Qian Jin..." Marc Gavin’s big eyes peeked at the ax that was on the ground not too far away. He was looking at that Soul Weapon as if he was a teenage girl who was seeing her crush.

Qian Jin sighed. "I will save it for you."

...

Marc Gavin didn’t move. He was still looking at that Soul Weapon on the ground.

"Ah..." Qian Jin moved his arms that were still in pain and said, "I’m in charge, and you can take it with you first."

Marc Gavin crossed his fingers in front of him and he was still moving. He kept on staring at the Soul Weapon.

"Uncle, you don’t expect me to blade-wash it right now, right?"

"Eh..." Marc Gavin said with a little blush on his face. "If you have time, it would be better..."

"Right now?" Qian Jin looked at his left arm that was so severely injured that it almost deformed. He then moved his right arm that had fractured bones. Afterward, he looked back at Marc Gavin.

"Eh..." Marc Gavin’s face got red as he scratched his head in embarrassment. "Hehe... maybe later. Actually, it is not that urgent."

Qian Jin sighed. Although Marc Gavin looked bold, he was actually very detail-oriented and caring. The fact that he was so careless today just spoke to how attractive becoming a Saint Warrior was to an ordinary warrior.

York Leigh looked at the ax on the ground and then looked at Marc Gavin repeatedly. He looked down at this president of the Torrent Battle Fort all the time, but it was the first time that he felt envious towards this president. He was being impulsive. For that moment, if he would, he would be willing to switch the identity with this president.

So what about being a mayor? So what about being the leader of Yulee? All of these were not important and were actually meaningless when compared to becoming a saint.

Saint! It was like a huge threshold. It had blocked so many ordinary warriors for so many years. However, it was now wide open because of this young man.

Qian Jin might not be as valuable in the eyes of bloodline warriors, but he was no different than the gods that rested on the star in the eyes of ordinary warriors, especially the ones who were on the level of soul-power.

Envious! York Leigh felt like his eyeballs were about to pop out of his eye frame. "This fat ugly Marc Gavin might become a saint warrior before me?" He thought.

"Who is dying? Is it Yunxing Huisheng? Even the mayor sent someone for me? Don’t you guys know that my time is valuable? I have a lot of things to research! Do you understand? If it is someone who is not important, I will just poison him or her to death for wasting my time!"

Outside the ruined buildings, a loud and angry voice sounded. As Qian Jin was wondering who it was from, a fatty who was less than a meter and seventy centimeters tall and more than two hundred pounds heavy walked into the yard. His skin was white as a boiled egg, and he was wearing a grey robe.

Lee Torte smiled bitterly. He thought, "This guy is also a leader of one of the eight forces at Yulee, but his temper is much worse. Why doesn’t he gave off an indescribable elder’s calm presence?"

York Leigh put away his envious expression and walked up to the fat old man. Any warriors hated offending two groups of people, Blacksmiths, and Pharmacists, especially the ones who were high-level.

"President Slovin." The mayor walked up and greeted the man. "Long time no see. I heard that you were trying to make a high-level potion these days, and I didn’t want to bother you. However, there was no other way. You are the person at Yulee who could drag a dying soul back to the world."

The anger on Slovin’s face died down a little as a smile appeared on his face. The flattery worked because not a lot of people can hear such compliment from the mayor.

"I’m only working on something small. Small potions." Slovin took the flattery as he looked at the sky and fixed his not too smooth golden hair. "The subject of Pharmaceuticals is vast like the ocean, and I only got a droplet of knowledge."

Qian Jin couldn’t hold back his laughter after hearing this. It was obvious that Slovin was saying that to show-off. From his face, everyone can tell that he believed he was the number one pharmacist in Zence.

"Who is laughing?"

Slovin’s "passionate" expression disappeared as vicious appeared in his eyes. He was indulged in his passion, and how dare someone laugh at him?

"You are laughing?" Slovin looked stared at Qian Jin and said, "How can you laugh after getting injured so badly?"

Slovin didn’t understand why Qian Jin was acting this way. Normally, the warriors would flatter him like what the mayor did.

"Whatever, since you are so severely injured, I won’t punish you." Slovin waved his hand as if he threw away all of his negative emotions. He got closer to Qian Jin, observed the injuries for a while, and said, "Left armbones fractured to this degree? Right armbones... internal organs... Are you not dead? You haven’t fainted yet?"

"Dead? Faint?" Qian Jin curled his lips. It was really painful, but it wasn’t to the degree where he would faint. Compared with all sorts of Volcano Potions Eulalia had, this pain was nothing.

Slovin was really surprised. A lot of warriors were tough, and he knew that clearly. "This kid can still stand and not let out any cries? Are his nerves damaged?" He thought.

Qian Jin suddenly sniffed for a few seconds and thought about it for a while. "Mr. President... May I say something?" He asked.

Slovin raised his eyebrows. "Say something? Asking me how long it would take to heal up?" He thought.

"If you want to ask me how long it would take to heal up, I can tell you that it would need no less than two months." He said to Qian Jin.

"Two months?" York Leigh zapped his lips. "No wonder he is the president of the pharmacist union. This level of injuries would only take two months?" The mayor thought.

"I wasn’t planning to ask that." Qian Jin smiled bitterly. "I was planning to ask why you were mixing Bitter Grass, the bladder of the Dual-Headed Snake, Lion-String Grass, Thirty-Year Iron Apricot, Firm-Jujube Fruit that matures every seven years, and the eyes of the Turtle Fish together. What were you trying to do?"

York Leigh looked at other people who were standing around him. He had no idea that Qian Jin was saying. "A bunch of ingredients?" He didn’t know what was going on.

Slovin who was acting like an expert was shocked. As if he was turned into a stone, all of his muscles froze. He stared at Qian Jin as he pushed up the thick glasses he was wearing sub-consciously.

"How... how is this possible?"

Slovin knew that he carried a pharmaceutical ingredient smell since he spent most of his time in his shop and anyone who stepped close to him would know that he was a pharmacist. "But how can this kid name all of the ingredients that I used for my new potion?" He wondered.

Hundreds of thousands of ingredients’ odors were mixed in his clothes. To identify them?

Slovin believed that he couldn’t even do it let alone the other pharmacists in the union. "This kid... did he secretly looked my formula?" He thought.

"Are you trying to make a new [Strong Bone Potion]?" Qian Jin frowned as he asked, "Or are you trying to make a potion that has two effects, strengthen the bones and increase the vision?"