Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 483: No Such Thing As Too Many! action

Translator: Udong_ Editor: EbonyFrost, Udong_

"A war won’t end once it starts unless one party is defeated." Te Jofy said to Qian Jin and Zence Matten, "Is that what you want to say? Don’t worry, we have Wusheng King! There won’t be any wars, sooner or later!"

Looking at Bhang Wusheng on the horse, Qian Jin felt that it is hard to read the man. He was an Unkillable King Bloodline Warrior, perhaps with a high-level awakening! He could become a warlord even among the Demons!

It was definitely not Te Jofy who wanted to eliminate wars for good. Was it Bhang Wusheng, the leader of the Wusheng Bandit Group?

The reason why so many warriors from different races had gathered here was also that they had faith in this Bandit King!

"How horrible a man is...to be brainwashed." Zence Matten sighed at Bhang Wusheng’s back. "This Bandit King... he talks big! Who knows what is behind that bullshit!"

"Cough ... cough ..."

In a burst of coughing, Iron woke up. Taking out another pill from his Warrior Dimension, Qian Jin stuffed it into the man’s mouth and said to him, "You’re hurt. Take it. I’ll cure you after we arrive the Wusheng’s headquarter"

"The bandits... His Highness..."

The patient fainted once again due to his over-stimulation.

Zence Matten looked at Qian Jin with a with a puzzled expression.

"Sleep is what he needs most now." Qian Jin explained patiently. "He is not critically wounded. There are just two wounds on his lungs, four holes in his livers, a few holes on his intestines, and six fractures on the energy connections and..."

Hearing this, Yi was stunned with cold sweat running from his forehead. Didn’t that count as seriously wounded?

"Oh? You make medicine?" Te Jofy asked with great curiosity. "How good are you?"

"Well, my medicine won’t kill people." Qian Jin looked over to Beng Wuzui, who was lying on a wooden car. "I can make him some Revive Spring Potion if you have the materials in the post."

"Revive Spring Potion?" Scratching his head, the ignorant meatball trotted to catch up with Bhang Wusheng and asked. "Boss, what is Revive Spring Potion?"

"Revive Spring Potion? It is a priceless drug that only can be made by Grandmasters."Bhang Wusheng was surprised by this question. "Why? One can’t buy it even with gold coins? How did you know the name?"

"Does that mean it is hard to make?" Te Jofy turned around at Qian Jin: "He said he could!"

"What?" Bhang Wusheng was stunned! "He can make Revive Spring Potion?"

Te Jofy answered with a nodding head. "He said so himself."

Seriously? Bhang Wusheng couldn’t believe his ears! He glanced back constantly, to size up the pie falling from the sky. Revive Spring Potion was undoubtedly a Grandmaster-level medicine! Was he a pharmacist? Guess they had to have a chat when they got back to the post.

And the throwing knife! Bhang Wusheng appreciated the knife in his hand. He didn’t return it back to Qian Jin because he felt this well-forged piece was wasting the quality material! There was a good chance that the forger would be dismissed by the Blacksmith Union. That would be great because he could offer that blacksmith a job.

After a few words with their leader, the second most powerful bandit group all turned around and headed in another direction, leaving only their leader, Yi, marching along with the Wusheng Bandit Group.

Ruins!

Qian Jin had been to the Pam’s ruins, which were as far as the eye could see.

But he was still startled when he saw the Wusheng’s ruins.

When you were 100 meters underground, you saw only darkness because there was no sun. Though the place might be illuminated by torches or lighting magic, there are still dark corners.

But when they arrived at the destination, Qian Jin was really amazed.

The thick layer did exist on top of his head, but it hadn’t blocked the sunlight even a little bit! The sunshine, through the soil ceiling, fell on the giant tunnel.

Qian Jin could tell that the light on his body was not something magic and of course, it was not from a torch either. It was the sun.

In this vastness, there were bandits practicing fighting skills. Further on, there were stretches of farmland, on which demons and humans were working together.

Compared to the outside world where human and demon were downright enemies, it was a land of happiness.

Te Jofy was clearly proud of his home and he looked at Qian Jin with a kind of self-satisfied expression. But Zence Matten remained skeptical. In this underground world, it did seem very peaceful. But would it still be so after they moved above ground? Look at how the two super-powers were behaving around each other; the answer was almost self-explanatory.

"Qian Jin, that is your house. You can live there with this beautiful-or-not woman. Hey, man, good for you, she has a great body." Te Jofy said as he pointed at a log cabin. "About the details of our group, I will come to you tomorrow."

Qian Jin nodded his head and then moved to Yi, the leader of the number two bandit group. This man had been following Qian Jin to this place, and Bhang Wusheng didn’t drive him away.

"Uh..." Sensing Qian Jin’s stare, Yi seemed a little embarrassed.

"About your injury?"

Yi nodded hastily. It was not because he was a slack-twisted fellow. He has had enough these years! His Soul-Power had been bottlenecked at this barrier and no breakthrough was within his reach. Overhearing that Qian Jin was capable of making Revive Spring Potion seven days ago, he had been anxious to get at the truth.

Qian Jin demurred to this demand. "I can do that, but..."

"What is it?" Yi was kind of nervous. He had been holding out for the past seven days. No matter how shrewd a man was, he would still give way to emotion in front of desire! The superior presence of him had long been gone.

"Let’s see..." Qian Jin looked at Yi from head to toe. "What can you give me?"

What? Yi was surprised by these familiar words. He had said exactly the same to Qian Jin when back at the Black Wind. Who would have thought the positions of the host and the guest had been completely reversed?

Qian Jin had taken the Warrior Power training scroll of Feng Linacis, and himself had also joined Wusheng Bandit Group. Yi knew it would be a declaration of war if he tried to rob Qian Jin.

Most importantly, he did not have the guts and courage. Only god knew if Qian Jin would poison him or not. He could still handle the weird poison inside his body but it was just for now. It was beyond imagination if a pharmacist stuffs a catalyst poison in him.

"Uh..."

Yi shuffled, with a puzzled expression on her face. Though they had spent the past days together, he still didn’t know Qian Jin very well. He had no idea about Qian Jin’s preferences and weaknesses. But he had this feeling that he would pay a high price.

"I suppose you have a Warrior Dimension, right?" suddenly a question popped out.

"Yes." Yi nodded, beside himself. He felt like Qian Jin was now a viper and he an invulnerable frog subject to a slaughter.

"Show me." Qian Jin looked at him with curiosity. "Well, most stuff that you’ve robbed should be stored in the Warrior Dimension, right?"

"Huh?"

He never expected Qian Jin to be like a greedy dragon that existed in the legends? It was his Warrior Dimension! It was daylight robbery!

Yi had long prided himself on having a giant Warrior Dimension. He could put everything there, including his trophies and secrets. An assassin might not bring himself to kill Yi when thinking about the treasures and materials in his Warrior Dimension.

But today, Yi had hated himself for the first time because of this portable treasure vault. All his secrets would lie in front of Qian Jin, waiting for his inspection.

"And..." said Qian Jin, scratching his head, "the training scrolls of your Warrior Power and fighting techniques. After all, you are so powerful..."

Yi became somewhat flustered. "What... What do you want?"

"A warrior..." answered Qian Jin in shrugged shoulders, "There is no such thing as too many! Am I right?"

Yi was stunned! Since when had this nerdy warrior become a greedy businessman?

Qian Jin stood there, silently and calmly. He had little good to say of any frontier bandits. The Roll caravan had been robbed twice by bandits! This man, who was the leader of the number two bandit group, must have ended enough lives to make that rise through the ranks.

But now this killer seemed like a good boy because he had a favor to ask.

Qian Jin wouldn’t forget how arrogant this man had been seven days ago, when back at the Black Wind. He made so many demands as a man who was one that needed help.

Now? Left with no choice, the frozen viper couldn’t kill or threaten. If Qian Jin, out of kindness, put the viper in the arms to warm it up, he would only be lynched.

"I want all your training scrolls, no matter they were if Fighting Techniques or Warrior Power Training Scrolls!"

"You... you have crossed the line!" Yi found it more and more difficult to breathe. If opening the Warrior Dimension to Qian Jin was a draw of his blood, then surrendering all his training scrolls was a chop at his head.

Qian Jin shrugged. "Forget it! You can leave now if you don’t want to agree!"

"How about a Killing-Level Fighting Technique? " Looking into Qian Jin’s eyes, Yi tried to bargain with him.