Commanding Wind and Cloud-Chapter 124: Warrior Dimension

Chapter 124: Warrior Dimension

Translator: Udong Editor: IceTea

The old man pointed at the bow on Qian Jin’s back and said, “You can have a try with this. Given your present shooting skill and the power of Level 9 Demon Fighter, your odds are good.”

“I’ll let it go,” Qian Jin shook his head nonchalantly. “Killing it now will only get me one magic core, but keeping it growing is equal to growing plants. When the day comes that I’m really in need of it, I’ll come back and put an end to it. At that time, its magic core will yield a greater value. Isn’t this a better choice?”

The old man squatted down the by the Demon Doran Tree, stared at its flickering fruit and said, “Boy, get it.”

Qian Jin picked up the fruit and grasped it in his palm curiously. He couldn’t sense any warrior energy inside it, as if it was nothing more than a peculiar stone.

“Listen to me, you bloke.” The old man wore a scarcely-seen serious look. “Supreme mages can contrive their personal spatial storage items with the help of several or a dozen of supreme mages, the magic array and the magic core.”

Qian Jin nodded his head repeatedly with envy. He suddenly thought of Gloria, the woman who had become a supreme mage for nearly two years. He doubted whether this crazy woman would try to make the spatial storage item by herself.

“In fact, warriors own similar things…”

The old man looked at Qian Jin’s stupefied expression smilingly. During the past two years, he had always been startled by this bloke’s achievement. Now, watching the boy’s face filled with amazement gave him a sense of accomplishment.

Two years! This boy evolved from a Level 10 Warrior to a Level 9 Demon Fighter within two years, promising to reach the peak of a Level 9 Demon Fighter. Such a speed could be described as skyrocketing. On what basis could anyone say that he was not a bloodline warrior?

Becoming a Level 9 Demon Fighter within two years’ time! It was also a surprising figure for bloodline warriors.

Qian Jin looked at the rolling fruit of the Demon Doran Tree in his palm blankly and said, “Could this… this…”

“This is called a dimensional fruit.” The old man said lightly, “When you transmit warrior power into it, it will get changed. At first you may feel a slight pain, but if you endure it, you will succeed. And if you cannot put up with it, you can stop transmitting warrior power at any time.”

“Slight pain?” Qian Jin laughed while rubbing the [dimensional fruit] with his thumb and forefinger/ “During the past two years in the valley, I’ve felt nothing but pain everyday, even in my dreams. I have become accustomed to it.”

The warrior power cycled at 3500 revolutions and exploded in his 108 energy reservoirs. Qian Jin’s clothes swelled and subsided suddenly, as if it was blown by a heavy wind.

For the time being, the little warrior fruit gave out a dazzling light, as if what was held in Qian Jin's hand was not a shining warrior fruit, but the sun that radiated brightly and warmly!

The other people raised their hands to shield the harsh light. Qian Jin squinted at the warrior fruit which was subsiding towards his palm under the shock of his warrior power. It was just like a person falling into the swamp and sinking down little by little.

Painful! His palm that held the warrior fruit felt painful, but Qian Jin didn’t raise his eyebrows at all. Having practiced [wind and cloud golden body] for two years, Qian Jin turned from [wind and cloud stone body] to the summit of [wind and cloud iron body]. If he punched at the rock, the rock would’ve broken apart instead of his arms.

The dimensional fruit instantly sunk into Qian Jin’s palm. Meanwhile, the pain started to spread from his palm to every part of his body along his warrior veins.

Qian Jin frowned slightly, as he felt the “slight pain” his master had told him.

As the dimensional fruit completely sunk into his palm, its dazzling light disappeared. The old man looked at Qian Jin’s raised his eyebrows, which indicated his pain. He complained, “You bloke! Can’t you show your pain more openly? When I was absorbing the dimensional fruit, I rolled over on the ground, but you behave like this? By frowning? Do you think you can get away by showing that you are also suffering? I startled you with the dimensional fruit and you pay me back by wearing such a frightening expression? Could you please care for an elder’s vulnerable emotions?”

Looking at his master who used to keep silent but talked a lot today, Qian Jin felt melancholic, as he knew that the old man was trying to eliminate the sorrows brought about by the departure.

“Well… all right.” Qian Jin sighed, twitched his lips, inhaled a chilly breath and said, “It hurts so much!”

“Damn!” The old man waved his hand and said with dissatisfaction, “You show no sincerity.”

The two girls standing by the old man’s side nodded their heads, condemning Qian Jin’s drama which was played without sincerity.

Qian Jin forced a smile, thinking to himself that anyone who had taken Eulalia’s [volcano potion], [strengthened volcano potion], [super-strong volcano potion] and [ultra-strong volcano potion] for three hours every evening during the past two years’ time should be considered the real talent for living through such insufferable pain.

The first year since he took mystic pharmacy course, Qian Jin had been eating all kinds of [volcano potions] and [memory potions].

During this year, Qian Jin finally understood why those strange and ferocious plants, animals and demon beasts were so afraid of Eulalia who behaved like a queen. That woman had endless vicious means to torture you. Every encounter with her was a brain-wracking battle, where she would defeat Qian Jin with miscellaneous medical powder. She would pinch open his mouth and pour the life-taking [volcano potion] into his mouth.

This was also the year Qian Jin learned how to deploy different traps. He also learned how to evade and detect these traps, instead of knowledge regarding the mystic pharmacy in Eulalia’s mystic potion shop.

From the following year, Qian Jin started to get into the mystic pharmaceutics. Every day, he would swallow [volcano potion] of all kinds and one bottle of [memory potion], and then focus on reading Great Mystic Potion Plants and Herbs written by Eulilia.

Plants for mystic pharmacy were totally different from Adams’s plants. Whereas the pharmacists’ plants were planted normally, those of the mystic pharmacists were created from grafting two or more normal plants, which grew into strange plants whose properties were unknown even to the mystic pharmacists themselves.

As a mystic pharmacist, one needed to not only be insane and dauntless, but they also needed physical strength and a good vision.

He or she should be able to check whether a seemingly normal plant had been grafted with similar kinds of plants.

Some plants looked just the same as before with nearly unchanged characteristics, but since they were once hybridized other species, they could result in new medical effects. This was an important course for mystic pharmacists.

For a queen of the mystic pharmacy like Eulalia, merely researching into the hybridization of plants couldn’t satisfy her. Those weird animals and demon beasts in her yard were the fruits made by this supreme mystic pharmacist, queen Eulalia.

At the thought of Eulalia, Qian Jin couldn’t stop quivering. Compared with the agony given by Eulalia, the pain from the dimensional fruit weren’t worth mentioning. He thought it was an honor to show his suffering by frowning, even if he had his arm cut off.

Looking into Qian Jin’s eyes which shined with a frantic amusement, the old man felt a chill inside him. It was like an ordinary person facing a mad dog.

“How did this boy train himself?” The old man felt curious. During the past two years, whenever a fight drew near, Qian Jin would generate a stronger murderous intent. In his last fight, he even seemed frantic.

Frantic? Following queen Eulalia, a crazy mystic pharmacist, in study for the past two years would make it almost impossible to not pick up on her habit. However, Qian Jin himself didn't notice that.

The dimensional fruit sunk down around Qian Jin's chest and stayed there. The pain it brought began to alleviate and eventually disappeared.

“Woo...” Qian Jin exhaled slowly, raised his arms, looked around and asked, “Where is my spatial storage item? Why hasn't the dimensional fruit materialized into a concrete item?”

“Who says that the dimensional fruit will materialize into something concrete?” The old man tapped on Qian Jin's head, “Activate the dimensional fruit absorbed in your body with warrior power.”

“It has already melted away…” Qian Jin replied honestly. The time left before their departure was getting closer and closer. He enjoyed bickering with his master like this.

“Stop talking nonsense.” The old man pointed to Qian Jin's chest and said, “I know it has melted away! I just want to see whether I'll be shocked to death by you before you leave!”

The warrior power from a Level 9 Demon Fighter with a speed of 3500 rotations gave rise to a new round of rotating waves in his 108 energy reservoirs. As all the warrior power was transmitted into the dimensional fruit around his chest, Qian Jin felt like he had “seen” a space that didn’t belong to his current space.

It wasn’t that big; it was only about 10 square meters. The barren ground was filled with yellow sand, and there was nothing else in the surroundings.

“What did you see?” The old man asked quickly.

“A space… filled with nothing but sand…” Qian Jin was shocked by the space he “saw”. He doubted whether he was hallucinating.