Commanding Wind and Cloud Chapter 273

"There must be something else." Qian Jin paced around in the hall, "Generally, warriors live a poor life. But as a prince of the Demons and with a Level 8 Awakened Fallen Angel Bloodline Warrior’s power, he might be incredibly rich. Besides, historical records say that he had plundered a lot of things from the Zence Empire."

One circle, two circles. As the mud and plants filled every inch of earth, it was nearly impossible for Qian Jin to find the so-called treasures.

"Had he placed the treasures in the warrior dimension?" Qian Jin sat back on the stone throne and tapped the handles with his fingers repeatedly. "If so, things will be hard to get."

The warrior dimension would be closed with the death of the warrior, which was the same with warriors who had reached the Saint Level.

Thump…thump…thump…

"Hollow?" Qian Jin lowered his head and looked at the handle on the right side. To make the handle of a stone throne hollow was much more troublesome than constructing it solid.

Was there any need to be picky about the handle in this abandoned place where no living things could survive? Was there any need to make a hollow handle?

Qian Jin sighed at the handle, concentrated his warrior power on the feet, and smashed it with one kick. Then a long and thin metal bar protruded out of the stone.

Pressing slightly on the bar toward the throne with his feet, Qian Jin saw a stone door slowly opened behind the throne.

Qian Jin was surprised. "This is such a clever Demon. He had learned not only something about mystic potions but also the way to make secret rooms."

The spacious three-meter high secret room flashed a dazzling light. Qian Jin covered his eyes with his hands unconsciously and peeped through his fingers to look at the interior of the room.

"What a prodigious robber."

Goggling at the room, Qian Jin couldn’t hide his admiration. Although he had long read in the historical records that this Demon prince made several huge robberies in the Zence Empire and masqueraded as a bandit in the frontier, he didn’t count that the Demon could have plundered so many things.

Gold coins? And gold bars? No. There were only gold bricks. One hundred gold coins equaled to one gold bar, and ten gold bars were on par with one gold brick. Half of this room was filled with such gold bricks.

Three or five million gold coins were appealing enough to each of the leaders of the eight forces in Yulee.

But this room boasted with gold bricks that were worth more than ten million of such gold coins.

"Oh my stars." Qian Jin kneaded his eyes that were nearly blinded by the dazzling golden light, fixed on these gold bricks, and kept nodding. "It's no wonder that a bulk of humans and demons are willing to become bandits in the frontier. Ten million gold coins are such a great deal. This is really a quick way to gather money."

What can you do with ten million gold coins? As long as you have an active network, you can easily procure the position of a mayor by bribing some significant figure with this money.

In some other circumstances, if you had the chance to meet the emperor and pleaded him to buy the position of a mayor with that money, you might obtain it directly from the royal family as long as you didn’t hold any record of bad behavior and promised to behave obediently in the future.

Mayor? Qian Jin shook his head and sighed deeply. This title, which was of great meaning to him, was nothing at all for this moment being.

What if he became a mayor? Even if he could become the mayor of a big city such as the Yulee City, could he pick up his father from the Qian Family?

No, not possible at all. The Qian Family was in control of a region at Zence Empire and enjoyed the same status as a member of the royal family. Even the position as a region’s state governor meant nothing at all.

The Qian Family only attached importance to one’s actual strength, instead of the social status.

Qian Jin stepped into the hidden room, pondering that the only way to save his father out of the Qian Family was strengthening himself. This was the only way he could smash the Qian Family’s glory and make those lofty people bow to him.

Mayor? Qian Jin shook his head, lamenting that he was too naïve in the past. Only by seeing the reality of the world and having his horizons broadened would someone acquire real growth. The growth in this sense was not only the increase in strength but also the lifting of the mentality and the insights.

The position of a mayor won’t work, and neither did a proconsul or a regional governor. At least, in the event that you didn’t have the power that matched your given title, such status was nothing but a castle in the air, which would completely fall apart with a push.

Gold bricks were not the only existence in the secret room, as the other half of it was filled with messy and obsoleted things.

A pile of long rotten shreds of goatskin scroll was gathered in the corner of the room. On the wall, there were four luminous pearl balls the size of a fist that was still shining after several thousand years’ vicissitudes.

By the side of these rotten things were a lot of armor and weapons. After all these centenaries, most of the armor and blades had gone rusty or broken, except those high-level warrior weapons. These broken wares might only function as antiques on sale.

Several thousand years was too long of a time. Many of the stolen items had been totally destroyed by the passages of time.

The only things that hadn’t turned to dust was a Warrior Fruit, something that could generate a warrior dimension for a warrior.

"Why is there only one?" Qian Jin scratched his head, as there were three buddies waiting for him outside. "How should we share it?"

Tucking away the warrior fruit, Qian Jin shifted his eyes to glance at a jade box that was five inches in length, width, and height. Time lost its influence on this piece of jade as the greenish jade still gave out an iridescent though faint light.

A set of tools. Qian Jin gazed at the tools in the jade box out of a surprise; it was a complete set of tools made of assorted high-class jade for refining mystic potion exclusively by mystic pharmacists.

This set of tools didn’t solely fit the field of plants and herbs, but some other fields. It was an all-around set of tools.

Qian Jin held the box with his two hands softly and couldn’t slow down the beating of his heart out of excitement. The value of the ten million gold coins could by no means be compared to this set of tools, at least to him, an apprentice of mystic pharmacy.

Qian Jin carefully cupped a medicine bowl made from white marble and turned it gently for observation. Eulalia’s Mystic Potion Shop also held a similar collection of tools, the only difference being that Eulalia’s collection had auxiliary runes on the tools, which in her view, were indispensable god-tier items to a mystic pharmacist.

In the books written by Eulalia, jade was a type of material closely related to mystic potions; different types of jade could be made into different tools. When got in touch with potions they could perform bettering effects in the creation of mystic potions.

And if combined with different Rune Magic Arrays, the jaded tools would become god-tier items in the eyes of the lunatics like Mystic Pharmacists.

A set of jade wares without any Rune Magic Array owned immense potential. Qian Jin softly touched each of these wares. He wanted to buy materials for making tools when he came back to Yulee State and performed the eye-transplant experiment on Cech Flet, but now, the materials were already in place. As for the medicine for the eye-transplant experiment….

Qian Jin looked around the place and found that the medicinal herbs grown here accounted for one-fifth of all types of mystic potion materials. The eye-transplant surgery mainly required a lot of medicinal herbs, but the plants here would fill those needs more than likely.

After putting the tools into the warrior dimension, Qian Jin took another look around and softly shook his head. The piles of rotten papers and goatskins scroll might have recorded illustrious warrior power and fighting techniques, yet they were all gone with the passing of time.

"Let bygones be bygones." Qian Jin shrugged his shoulders. "Compared with the old-style warrior power training scrolls born centenaries ago, those being constantly perfected by geniuses throughout history are much better."

The fractures on his arms hadn’t fully recovered, thus carrying these gold bricks might easily incur further injuries to the bones. Qian Jin stood up, walked out of the secret room and closed the door, "I shall go back first."

"Is this a warrior fruit?"

Duren Burg flung his long hair which was wet and glued on his shoulder due to having dived into the water. Now, he was staring at the fruit placed on the floor.

Cech Flet also discarded his habitual serenity and gazed blankly at the warrior fruit on the ground like Fanta Kunge.

The warrior fruits were in such a scarcity that even many strong warriors didn’t have possession of, or else, it wouldn’t be used as the award of Zence New Generation Warrior and Mage Competition.

The Fanta Family was capable of procuring a small number of warrior fruits by recourse of its family influence, yet such a quantity was far beyond enough when considering the numerous excellent family warriors. Even the Qian Family, the quintessence of super bloodline family, was still in a lack of sufficient warrior fruits.

"There is only one fruit." Duren Burg slumped into the flowers and grasses and yawned. "It is said that this item only worked for those who had become Level 9 Demon Fighters and above. While I haven’t reached that level by now, this fruit is best to be used by Cech Flet."

Fanta Kunge nodded. "I have the Gold Essence Warrior Power Training Scroll, and in the New Generation Competition…"

"That one is mine." Duren Burg used his arms as a pillow as he turned back and looked at Fanta Kunge. "Stop thinking about this. The winner of the Zence New Generation Warrior and Mage Competition is me, and the warrior fruit as the award will be mine as well."

Fanta Kunge curled his lips and put on an aggressive smile: "The Fanta Family has the tradition of winning honor by challenging the bloodline warriors. Now that I have learned the supreme warrior power training scroll for one hundred and eight warrior reservoirs, the champion of the competition shall belong to us, ordinary warriors." He said.

Chapter end