Commanding Wind and Cloud

Since Qian Jin was now the president of the Central Mystic Pharmacist Union Cech Flet didn’t need to worry about these crazy mystic pharmacists discovering his identity, capturing him, running sick experiments on him. However, it was still not a good idea for Cech Flet to expose his status as a mixed-blood.

Since Cech Flet couldn’t reveal his identity, his combat strength was almost the weakest in the team. Now, this saint item could make up for all the combat strength that was lost.

Just like a moment ago when Qian Jin was attacked, out of everyone in the team, only Cech Flet didn’t move. It wasn’t suitable for him to show his fallen angel bloodline power.

That identity would chaos a massive uproar in the Zence Empire.

"Saint Item!" Duren Burg drooled and turned his attention to Qian Jin. He said, "Comrade, when you can make saint items, can you forge me one? I’m not greedy. I only want one that looks like a cigarette. Then, I can smoke it all the time and don’t need to worry about running out..."

Before Duren Burg could finish his request, Qian Jin kicked him away.

Qian Jin thought, "What kind of a strange saint item is that? Even if I can forge saint items, I won’t make it. If Uncle Blake learns that I created such a thing, I will be severely punished!"

"We are getting closer and closer to Qian City." Qian Jin looked in the direction of Qian City and sighed even though he hadn’t seen it yet.

No one said anything, and the team traveled forward quickly.

Right now, Qian Jin’s status was completely different. If he didn’t try to provoke anyone, the people of the Qian Family wouldn’t dare to mess with him.

Sometimes, status was an extraordinary power.

The giant Qian City appeared before Qian Jin and others. This city that wasn’t protected by city walls stood on the plane confidently.

The familiar city, the usual paths, the ordinary gate of Qian Family, and the unfamiliar pedestrians.

At this moment, everyone saw the familiar figure of a senior who was squatting beside the gate.

Qian Cheng’s status didn’t change even though Qian Jin’s identity transformed drastically. His treatment in the Qian Family didn’t improve; he was still a groom.

Qian Jin knew that the higher his status was outside Qian Family, Qian Zhanxuan would be more likely to keep his father as a groom to shame him.

A proud expression appeared on Qian Jin’s face as he thought, "Qian Zhanxuan doesn’t know that regardless of what job he gives my father, I would feel proud of my father. Qian Zhanxuan doesn’t know; he will never know.

Qian Jin jumped off his horse and walked toward Qian Cheng who was sitting at beside the gate of Qian Family and enjoying the warm climate of the south, which was close to the desert.

"Dad..."

Qian Cheng was smiling and thinking about something. Hearing Qian Jin’s voice, his body shivered a little as his expression froze. Then, he turned toward Qian Jin’s direction.

"You are back?" Qian Cheng’s voice was a little hoarse. More wrinkles could be seen on his face, and his body didn’t look healthy, but a sense of joy could be sensed from him.

"Yeah, I’m back." Qian Jin squatted beside Qian Cheng and said, "I’m back to visit you."

"Where are you going next?" Qian Cheng smiled and looked at Qian Jin. "Recently, everyone is talking about you, and people around me are treating me differently. I’m living a good life, and you don’t need to worry about anything. Remember, the stronger you are, the better the life I can live, and the happier I will be as well."

Zence Matten stared at Qian Cheng for a while and said, "Qian Jin, Uncle is right. Although the Qian Family is a bloodline family, most of the bloodline warriors can only awaken their bloodline power one to two times, and they aren’t the main forces. However, they all want to become more powerful..."

Qian Jin nodded and thought, "Those bloodline warriors who aren’t that strong but have some privileges can only get on my good side to have the chance of becoming stronger. After all, everyone wants better warrior weapons and even soul weapons. Oh, the irony."

Qiana Jin looked up at the giant gate of the Qian Family and continued to think, "Qian Zhanxuan is living inside the tall walls and rules over all members of the Qian Family. Also, it seems like he is controlling everything right now as well, but things are different. He doesn’t know that things are slowly changing. Some people don’t dare to resist him in public, but it doesn’t mean that these people don’t have other ideas. Especially those with some privileges would want to get more power."

In the past, no one could shake this system, so everything looked perfect. However, when a force that could move it appears, all the imperfections and illogical policies would slowly show. When everyone could see that, more people would want to challenge the old rules.

Qian Jin smiled confidently and thought, "This is a great signal. In the future, my strength will grow to a certain level, and many members of the Qian Family will re-think their paths for their own benefits. By then, I can defeat Qian Zhanxuan in terms of combat strength and influence."

This time, the members of the Qian Family who saw Qian Jin all backed into the gate of the Qian Family subconsciously.

In a long while, no one walked out of the gate.

Qian Zhanxuan was in secluded cultivation. In the New Generation Competition, it wasn’t only the platform for young warriors. The warriors of older generations would have exhibition matches, and it was hard to tell who would want to battle. To prepare for the potential upcoming battle, Qian Zhanxuan chose to train in seclusion for a while to readjust his state to his prime.

Qian Wushan was nowhere to be seen, and other more powerful warriors of the Qian Family who wanted to and had the strength to kill Qian Jin knew that they couldn’t do that at the moment for various reasons.

With all these conditions mingled together, the members of the Qian Family chose to ignore Qian Jin’s appearance and acted as if they didn’t see him. They didn’t appear by the gate and let Qian Jin and Qian Cheng talked.

Time quickly passed by, and the sky got a little dark.

Qian Cheng looked up at the sky and patted his pants to get the dust off. Then, he said, "I’m off work. Let’s go! Let’s have a drink!"

In the tavern, Qian Jin saw his father ordering food and getting alcohol, looking all busy. He wanted to get up and help several times but was held down by Zence Matten.

"Senior is getting busy for you; this is fun for him."

"Uncle Qian Cheng, your son is back!"

"Uncle Qian Cheng, your son is so handsome. Does he have a wife? I know a few nice girls..."

"Uncle Qian Cheng, you are so lucky!"

Qian Cheng greeted the people who were eating in the tavern, and the joy and pride were always on his face.

Qian Jin rarely saw such an expression on his father’s face, and he just sat back and watched his father getting busy over him.

Soon, the table was full of delicious dishes.

Qian Cheng stood up with a cup of liquor in his hand, and all the young people stood up as well.

Zence Matten also stood up with a bitter smile on his face. He stood up not because this man was Qian Jin’s father. He did it simply because even he admired this senior’s implicit heroism.

Usually, when other prominent officials of the empire toasted to him, Zence Empire only raised his cup and never stood up. But today...

Zence Matten sighed in his mind and thought, "After knowing Qian Jin, it seems like I changed too much. Whatever, this counts as me establishing a great relationship with one of my important future officials. That is right! I’m only establishing a relationship with a future official, nothing else."

Zence Matten told himself again and again that Qian Jin wasn’t his friend but only a vital future official, and he started to believe it.

"You guys are all my son Qian Jin’s great friends. Let me toast..."

"Uncle, don’t put it like that. It should be us who toast to you..." Duren Burg spoke first.

Cech Flet raised his cup and bowed at Qian Cheng earnestly before saying, "You are a great father. I admire you."

Fanta Kunge raised his cup in silence and followed.

Zence Matten looked at Qian Cheng and thought, "I finally convinced myself, but this senior said this..."

"Hehe, senior, people who move together might not be friends, but I really appreciate Qian Jin." Zence Matten emptied his cup.

Qian Cheng looked at everyone at the table in joy, and he waved his hand and said, "Quickly, sit down and eat! These dishes aren’t delicacies, but they are good food. Eat as much as you can."

During this meal, Qian Jin ate two chicken legs that his father put in his bowl.

When Qian Jin lived in the Qian Family, his father almost did this every meal. Although it wasn’t always chicken legs, it was still something good.

At the time, Qian Jin felt like it was normal and took it for granted, but now he realized that he was living a great life with a ton of paternal love. He just didn’t sense it before.

"Dad, how about..."

"Eat and go do whatever you need to do afterward." Qian Cheng interrupted Qian Jin and said, "I’m living a good life, so don’t go to the Qian Family and negotiate anything. I don’t want you to come back to this cage after I taught you all that. Remember to make a name for yourself and me, got it?"

Qian Jin nodded in silence. When he first left the family, he had said heroically that he wouldn’t return unless he made a name for himself.

Now, Qian Jin realized how childish and selfish that statement was; he didn’t consider the feeling of his father.

Every senior wants their kids close by.

Qian Jin grew up under the watch of his father, but he could only see his father once or twice a year after he grew up. If he kept this up, how many times could he see his father in his lifetime?

Qian Jin didn’t even dare to think about this.

"Qian Zhanxuan said that he will take me to watch the New Generation Competition." Qian Cheng smiled brightly and said, "He wants me to see you fail, but I believe that I will see your supreme presence. Kid, remember! I will be watching you during the competition at a corner. Battle for me!"

Fanta Kunge who was picking up some vegetable with his chopsticks froze; Fanta Kunsa told him something similar before.

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