Commanding Wind and Cloud

Fire Metal from deserts, Lighting Metals from lavas, and Fire Metal from the sea... No wonder both documentations in the Qian Family and at the academy mentioned those powerful warriors were money-eating machines. Just the metals on the table were worth more than 20,000,000 gold coins!

This was just the cost of the material. In order to forge a Soul Weapon that was powerful enough to empower a Soul Warrior to become saint, 20,000,000 gold coins were just a part of the cost. The cost for a completed Soul Weapon could be at least 40,000,000 gold coins.

"How about them? When can you start forging? What tools do you need? I will go get them for you. If anyone doesn’t want to sell them to me, I will rob them if I have to!"

Qian Jin realized for the first time that this calm and gentle guardian of the city would lose his temperament when he saw Fabreidis’ eyes filled with excitement. It was hard to forge a Soul Weapon!

"Uncle, I’m a Forge Grandmaster, but I don’t know what a Soul Weapon is yet, how can I forge it for you?" Qian Jin shrugged his shoulders and said, "At least I have to use some normal metals to practice, right?"

Fabreidis patted his forehead repeated as he replied. "You are right. I’m overly excited. How about we go to Yulee right now? There would be an auction monthly, we might be able to purchase a set of notes on forging Soul Weapon."

"No rush, no rush. This is only the beginning of the month." Qian Jin lightly shook his head. He had forged his Zhanmadao when he was a Forge Master, and his skills had improved greatly. At the auction, he could buy some good metal to reforge the blade to increase its quality.

Qian Jin looked at the other three high-quality and thought to himself. "Duren Burg’s spear needs to be completely reforged, otherwise, it can conduct both his and his opponents’ warrior power either way. It would be bad when he faces someone with a Warrior Weapon. Fanta Kunge and Cech Flet both don’t have Warrior Weapons. I need to buy all the precious metals when I come across them!"

"But all?" Qian Jin looked at the metals on the table and continued thinking. "Although the metal I might come across at the auction won’t be this precious, but they would be expensive none the less. The 500 gold bars I got before was enough for me to spend on eating and living for the rest of my life, but to purchase precious metals..."

For the first time, Qian Jin felt like his 50,000 gold coins weren’t enough at all. At least, his net worth couldn’t even buy a corner of the metals in front of him.

"Auction.... Auction..." Qian Jin tapped the table with his fingers as he murmured. "I can buy, and I can sell... What should I sell? Warrior Weapons? Potions? Mystic Potions? Or Magic Warrior Weapon with some basic runes on them?"

Everyone in the quiet room was shocked. Fabreidis opened his mouth and asked, "What did you say?"

"Oh." Qian Jin stopped wondering and said, "I’m wondering if I should make something to see at the auction. I can sell them to make some money to improve my weapon."

"You said Mystic Potion? And Magic Warrior Weapon?" Fabreidis felt like all the shock he could feel in his lifetime were all spent on Qian Jin.

As one of the Three Heroes of Warrior Hall, he had seen a lot of stuff. Fabreidis once believed that he could stay calm even if the Demon King appeared in front of him with Saint Weapons. But he almost jumped into the air due to Fei’s murmuring.

"Mystic Potion? The subject that only madman would learn? Qian Jin know about it? Runes! It is also a subject that is so complicated that many people could be frustrated to death. Sound likes he knows it as well? Pharmaceuticals, Mystic Pharmaceuticals, Forging, Art of Runes, Warrior... What does he want?"

"Rune Apprentice, Mystic Pharmacy Apprentice." Qian Jin smiled. "I haven’t step over the threshold of understanding these two subjects yet."

Fabreidis didn’t say anything. Both Rune and Mystics Pharmaceuticals required a lot of talent. Just the requirement of memory alone would have stopped 99% of the people. Even becoming apprentices would be impressive!

"Burg, I’m going to writing a list of things that I want you to get. Get as much as you can." Qian Jin picked up a feather pen on the table and started to write after dipping it in the ink. "It’s ok if you can’t find some of them. Just try your best. Use these gold bars for now."

The 500 gold bars were stacked on the table, and Fabreidis was a little surprised. "These are worth about 50,000 gold coins. Where this kid get this much money?" He thought.

"Haha! Looks like my Burg Spear could be improved soon!" Duren Burg packed up the gold bar and said to the other two young warriors, "Say, aren’t you going to help?"

The three of them put the 500 gold bars into the horse carriage.

Fabreidis’ eyes twitched a little when he saw the three of leaving his place. "Looks like they are going to wipe out all of the stores in Oakland."

50,000 gold coins! It was good that there were two bloodline warriors and a Demon Fighter guarding the money. Otherwise, some people in Oakland might be intrigued to rob them.

Qian Jin walked around them all as he observed. "Uncle, can you get a room where no one can disturb me?" He asked.

"Sure!" Fabreidis walked to the back rooms as he said, "I have a basement, and the only entrance is in my room. If you stay there, people would have to kill me first to disturb you."

Qian Jin grabbed an apple on the table and thought, "That’s safe! There is no one at Oakland who are able to do that."

In the basement, there was a ton of training equipment. The space was about 20 meters under the ground. It was about 100 meters in both length and width, and at least 4 meters tall.

Looks like this was where Fabreidis trained regularly.

Qian Jin closed the entrance to the basement and didn’t bother to look around. Even if the training equipment here were full, they wouldn’t compare with the Endless World. There were numerous Demon Beasts at the West Mountain, and no training methods could beat real battles.

Qian Jin reached into his Warrior Dimension and took out the mage hat. He didn’t close his Dimension right away this time, he looked around. It was only about the size of a regular bedroom before, but it was now the size of this basement.

It was bigger, and it could contain more items. Unfortunately, it would still only contain lifeless objects. Any living things would instantly die as they enter here.

"Not bad. It grew by this much after I advanced to Level 1 Demon Capturer..." He murmured to himself

Fabreidis almost fell when he heard that. He looked back at the thick door and shook his head. "Level 1 Demon Capturer? 10,000 cycle speed, high-quality warrior power, he is only lacking in the volume of his warrior power. Although he is only technically a level 1 Demon Capturer, he could fight with a level 5 Demon Capturer for quite a while.

"Fake level 5 Demon Capturer..." Fabreidis nodded. "This kid only needs more warrior power. Whoever treats him as a level 1 Demon Capturer would be seeking their own death. But how did he do it....."

"Uh! Coming to the Endless World once again..." Qian Jin sighed as he lied on a bed and placed the hat over his head.

The blackness soon disappeared, and the familiar village and the familiar cooking smoke appeared.

Once he stepped into the shop, Qian Jin was scared! He was almost standing face to face with another man! Actually, Uncle Blake’s face almost touched his face.

The cloudy eyes rolled around as he said, "After you became a Forge Grandmaster, you have mastered the basic forging techniques. Now you need to read and learn what is a Blacksmith instead of learning about forging..." His wrinkled face was engraved with years that he lived.

Qian Jin felt like Blake had reversed the order, normally, it should be learning the knowledge and the blacksmith industry before learning the forging techniques.....

"Uh, whatever!" Qian Jin didn’t want to think about that anymore. Although he was a Forge Grandmaster already, he felt like he was a little kid when he faced with Blake.

"You don’t need to forge this month, just read." Blake went back to the corner of the shop and smoked. "Before you read, go to Eulalia’s place and get some Memory Potions; it will help you."

"Memory Potion?" Qian Jin was surprised.

Blake looked up and said, "Why do you think you were able to memorize that thick book at Adams’ place? Even if your memory was good, it is not that insane."

The scene of Eulalia forcing her potion down his throat appeared in Qian Jin’s head as he was a little touched. That killer like Eulalia was secretly helping him.

Qian Jin turned around and dashed to Eulalia’s shop. Eulalia who had a sexy figure but like to wear a big robe and keep her hair messy looked up at the clock on the wall. "This early today? I haven’t got the chance to set up the traps yet." She said.

"Traps?" Qian Jin shivered. When he was learning about Mystic Pharmaceuticals here, he also picked up a thing or two about traps. "Blake asked me to get some Memory Potions..."

"Memory Potions?" Eulalia placed a feather pen into her messy hair and pulled Qian Jin into a room after that. "Since you mentioned that, I need to test the results."

"Results?" Qian Jin was confused. "The potions were great! After I left here to go to Adams’ place, I can clearly memorize everything after I drank the potion." He thought.

Eulalia was busy in front of a bunch of test tubes for a while and walked up to Qian Jin with a test tube filled with a disgusting blue potion. "Drink it, let me see the result."

"Uh, would I die from this?" This thought flashed through his head as he chugged it down.

One minute... two minutes... ten minutes...

Qian Jin and Eulalia looked at each other in the eyes for more than ten minutes, and there was only the sound of water boiling and fire cracking.

"You have a headache?" Eulalia pushed up her glasses a little and asked: "Any part of the body in pain?"

Qian Jin was scared that this Mystic Pharmacist would secretly hate him for not being earnest enough, so he carefully rubbed every part of his body and replied as he shook his head. "No, not at all."

"Then... are you feeling excited like you want to jump around?" Eulalia asked again.

Qian Jin felt very strange. "What did I just drink? Pain? Excitement? How can anyone be excited after they drink that? They would be scared as hell!" He thought.

"Eh, looks like the effect of the Memory Potion is ok." Eulalia straightened her back as she patted her lower back. "I gave you a test potion. You had been drinking Memory Potion for about two years now. As the potion stimulated your brain, your memorization ability is five-times better. Even if you don’t drink any potions now, you would still retain that."

"Then why did you test me?"

"Of course I need to." Eulalia found a bunch of Memory Potions from multiple drawers and said, "If you have a headache, then that meant your memorization ability didn’t increase by five times. If you were excited, it would mean that your memorization ability increased by more than five times..."

"What if nothing changed?"

Eulalia glanced at Qian Jin and looked at the ground. "Then you would be crying in pain on the floor... for a whole day..." She replied.

Qian Jin swallowed some saliva. "Since she said I would be in pain for a whole day, then it must be true. I’m glad that my ability increased to five times! But... if..."

"What if my ability decreased instead?" Qian Jin asked out of curiosity.

"Reduced..." Eulalia picked up an iron stick and smashed on a fruit that was made from Vicious Tomato and Three Poison Watermelon!

A bunch of mushy red fruit paste appeared on the ground. Eulalia threw the stick on the ground and said, "This would happen."

Qian Jin couldn’t say a word after he saw that. "I surprised Fabreidis earlier, but anyone at this village can surprise me easily." He thought as he smiled bitterly.

"Only drink a little bottle of the potion. If you want to save time and drink more." Eulalia looked at the mushy fruit on the ground and continued. "Your head will still turn to that."

Qian Jin’s heart tightened as he thought. "I have to watch the dosage! When I got injured on the West Mountain, I woke up with injury marks on my body. If my head explodes after drinking too much of this, I’m not sure if I would still be alive."

After returning back to the Blacksmith Shop, Qian Jin took some potion and went into "Blake’s Library" and started reading.

These notes were completely different to the book he read at Adams’ place. He only had to memorize the effect and the appearance of the herbs, but he had to understand every single word in these notes. Where to hammer, why to hammer this way, how heavy the strike should be, how would the item change if the hammering changed...

After two hours, he didn’t even finish one set of notes. "After drinking Memory Potion, I’m still this slow. If I want to finish reading all of these notes, my hair would be white. When can I get to the notes about Soul Weapons?" He thought as he glanced around.

"Uncle..." Qian Jin gathered his courage as he walked out of the room and went to Blake. "I want to read about Soul Weapons. Am I qualified to read about them?" He asked.

Blake dropped his pipe and looked at Qian Jin quietly as curiosity appeared in his eyes. There was only the sound of fire crackling.

Qian Jin was getting uncomfortable. "Could it be that I’m not qualified to forge Soul Weapons? But Fabreidis said..."

"Second Shelf, bottom row, to the left." Blake knocked the ground with his pipe and got rid of the burnt tobacco. "Saint?" He murmured.

"Oh, right!" Qian Jin went back to Blake as he just stepped back to the library, "Uncle, about the Forging Breathing Technique..."

"Pay attention to the books." Blake placed his pipe to the forge and lit up the new tobacco with the flames. He sucked on the pipe, and the light cracking noises of the tobacco sounded.

"Oh..."

Qian Jin returned to the library. "Since Blake never tried to harm me, and all of my strength and abilities are from him. Since he doesn’t want to tell me now, I will ask later." He thought.

On the shelf, he found the book [Elementary Soul Weapon Forging Tips]. Qian Jin opened it up and saw Blake’s understanding of Soul Weapons. "The key to becoming a saint. Warrior power has a soul, warrior weapon also has a soul."

The simple words contained a pressing presence. When Qian Jin looked at the words, he felt like he was facing the ocean.

After he flipped through the first page, he read more about Soul Weapons. A warrior without Soul Power had the opportunity to win against a Soul Warrior if he or she had a Soul Weapon! Qian Jin knew Soul Weapons were much more complicated than Warrior Weapons.