Commanding Wind and Cloud Chapter 252

The durable warrior suit was already damaged as the knee areas of the suit already disappeared.

On the open area in front of the building, pedestrians were surprised as they looked at Qian Jin who was kowtowing.

Once, twice, three times...

The sound of head hitting the ground was so loud that it sounded like a drum.

The smile on Qian Cheng’s face suddenly froze. He slowly raised his head and saw the young man who was kowtowing in front of him.

His eyes had gotten a lot worse, so he had to squint his eyes to see who it was.

"Qian... Qian Jin..."

The smile on his face melted like the snow in the summer. The deep wrinkles quickly flattened as he raised his shaky arm from his legs where they were resting to touch Qian Jin who was looking up at him.

Qian Jin, it was Qian Jin.

Qian Cheng’s arms shook even more. "Am I dreaming again? How many times have I dreamt of my son coming back? In my dreams, my son who was depressed came back. He walked out of his awaken failure and become a true warrior! He came back to Qian Family again proudly."

The rough tree bark like hands lightly touched Qian Jin’s face, and the warm sensation he felt told him that it was real.

"Dad..."

Qian Jin looked up at his father who was tying the horses onto a stone pillar by the gate. In just three years, Qian Jin felt like his father had aged for ten. Like knives and chisels, the time had carved out a series of deep wrinkles onto Qian Cheng’s face.

Qian Cheng really wanted to ask "Is that really you?"

However, the connection between a father and a son told him so. Without wasting words, he knew it was his son when Qian Jin got close to him, he could tell with his eyes closed.

In this entire Zence Empire, except his son, no one else would kneel down in front of him, he was a groom after all.

In three years, no one can age that much if it was just physically tiring. But mental fatigue...

"Back so soon?" Qian Cheng’s dry eyes got a little watery. His dry and thick hands full of calluses patted Qian Jin’s shoulders as he asked: "Stand up and let dad see. How were the past few years?"

Qian Jin helped himself off of the ground by pushing his palms against the ground. Qian Cheng observed Qian Jin and nodded with a calm smile. After three years, Qian Jin got taller, and his body got bigger and bulkier, he was giving off a valiant sensation.

"Good, great."

Qian Cheng squinted his eyes and nodded repeatedly. As long as his son was going somewhere, as long as his son was happy, his sacrifices would be worth it.

Qian Jin had a lot of say, but he didn’t know where to start after he looked into his father’s joyful expression.

"You must be Uncle Qian Cheng. I’m Qian Jin’s friend, Duren Burg."

"Fanta Kunge."

"Cech Flet."

The simple introductions, the vigorous presences; Qian Cheng got happier and happier. Although he stayed at Qian Family for his whole life and he wasn’t a warrior, he could still tell that these three young men were not ordinary.

"Dad, I’m here to pick you up." Qian Jin squatted down as he grabbed onto Qian Cheng’s arms. "I’m now a warrior at Torrent Battle Fort in Yulee City, and I’m also a student at Punitive Expedition War Academy. I’m already a good warrior..."

"Where is Qian Cheng? Quickly get me my horse. If you make me late, I will beat you to death! What? You have time to chitchat? Don’t forget your status."

An arrogant voice sounded from the building and disrupted Qian Jin.

Qian Jin looked up and saw a young man in a purple warrior suit. The tight suit drew out his muscular figure, and a meter long, twenty-centimeter wide sword was hanging by his waist.

This man was looked upwards, and he glanced at everyone else with his peripheral vision as if he was looked down at a bunch of ants.

This was a unique characteristic of Qian Family, and Qian Jin wasn’t unfamiliar with this. The powerful Elf King Bloodline was the honor that was imprinted into every Qian warrior’s soul as the bloodline proved itself as time passed. This proudness and haughtiness were also engraved onto their bones.

Qian Ji

Qian Jin recognized this warrior. It was someone was in his age range. Wait, his name was no longer Qian Ji, it was Qian Wuji.

In this generation of warriors of Qian Family who had awakened the bloodline, the word Wu would be added to their name.

The slender black eyebrows, hook nose, flat forehead; Qian Wuji was giving off a sharp, blade-like sensation.

"Huh?" Qian Wuji’s thin and slender eyebrows jumped as he said, "Isn’t this Qian Jin? What? You can’t make a living for yourself out there and you have to come back to beg for food?"

"Can’t make a living? Beg for food?" Qian Jin laughed. This was the education that everyone in this powerful, almost invincible Elf King Bloodline Family, they were taught that the Qian Family was the best, and being a member and being able to serve the bloodline warriors of the family was a great honor.

"What are you laughing at?"

Qian Wuji felt like his heart was whipped at when he saw the mocking smile on Qian Jin’s face, he felt really uncomfortable.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with this expression. Qian Wuji stared at this expression and recalled. When they were the descendants of the branch families, and they would live close to each other on the exterior of Qian Family. And when he gathered other kids to beat Qian Li, Qian Jin would have this smile on his face when he passed by.

"Real men fight 1 v 1."

At that time, Qian Jin’s words with his action beat him and his henchmen. When Qian Jin left them on the ground, he had the same kind of mocking smile.

That’s right! The same smile! Qian Wuji squeezed his fists. This was the smile that he hated the most! After he became a bloodline warrior half a year ago, he received a lot of smiles like this from other Elf King Bloodline Warriors.

Disdain, scorn, mockery.

"Other bloodline warriors who are more talented than me looked down on me..." Qian Wuji took a deep breath and looked at Qian Jin. "But how can someone like you who hadn’t even awakened the bloodline look down on me as well? Where did you get the confidence?"

"Qian Cheng, why are you still squatting there? Do you want to get whipped?" Qian Wuji suddenly shouted. "Get over here and kneel down so I can get onto the horse."

Qian Cheng quickly helped himself to stand up by pushing down on his knees. However, he felt Qian Jin’s hands pressing down on his shoulders with force.

"Get over? Get whipped?" Qian Jin looked up at Qian Wuji as well as the monster like Qian Family’s main building coldly. "So this is the treatment my father is getting here."

"Qian Family. This is the Qian Family, so I have to hold back. Although I can beat him, once a fight breaks out... I’m here to take my father away..."

The best thing Qian Jin could do for his father was to take him out of here safely, and not start fights. Most of the things in this world were not worth bending backs and kneeling down for, but if it was about one’s parents, it would be worth it even if one was high-up.

"Dad, don’t live here anymore." Qian Jin shook his head and said, "Come with me, let’s live somewhere else."

Qian Wuji felt like his heart was struck hard when he saw Qian Jin’s cold stare. His body shook subconsciously, but his Elf King Bloodline honors and pride forced himself to not take a step back and he slowly placed one of his feet that he lift up back down.

"Go?" Qian Wuji felt very anxious. His walked forward and blocked the path that Qian Jin was planning to take to leave this place. "Go? Where do you think the Qian Family is? Do you think you can come and go as you wish? Qian Cheng is an old servant of Qian Family, why do you think you can take him away?"

Qian Jin looked at Qian Wuji calmly. If this was another time, even if the location was still here, Qian Jin would beat the shit out of him without hesitation to teach him the consequences of being arrogant.

But taking his father away was the main objective today.

Qian Jin took a deep breath and said, "Qian Wuji, if I recall, there is no provision that stops members of Qian Family from leaving."

"Don’t talk to me about rules and provisions." Qian Wuji opened his right palm and reached out as he said, "You're already not a member of Qian Family anymore, you don’t even qualify to talk to me about that. Qian Cheng, get your ass over here..."

Qian Wuji suddenly squeezed his right palm as he bent his fingers and formed a claw shape. As his strength and warrior power accelerated, his knuckles popped as it landed on Qian Cheng’s left shoulder.

This strike was so powerful that even a thick wooden stick would be broke in half, let alone an ordinary person’s bones.

Break Bone! Qian Wuji was mad at himself for almost committing to an action that would show his timidity when he saw Qian Jin’s cold stare. Attack! Only attacking Qian Cheng and breaking his bones in front of Qian Jin would wash off that ashamedness that he felt at the moment.

"You want to die?" The anger that Qian Jin was holding back exploded. He couldn’t watch his father getting hit by someone.

Qian Jin was even more furious. As if lightning went through his body, his shoulders shook, and his arms suddenly rose. His palm flipped outwards like a poisonous snake and bit onto Qian Wuji’s waist and dragged it down as if the snake spotted a rat.

At that moment, Qian Wuji’s heart raced. In his eyes, Qian Jin’s arm turned into a hungry snake! It was a Beast Fighting Technique, but it was more like a real beast! The original form where it wasn’t made into a fighting technique yet.

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