Commanding Wind and Cloud

"It was a mess, a total mess..." Weed looked up at the stars. "I don’t know what happened and why it happened. But I do know something bad has happened to Black Wind since the Tenth Leader came..."

"The Tenth Leader?" Qian Jin blinked hard in bewilderment. Was the Tenth Leader the Iron-Arm Mantis Bloodline he killed last time on the frontiers?

"Our boss Hayen Brianna told us so since the man came out of nowhere..." Closing his eyes, Weed and fell into his memories. "Boss said it would be the Barbarians and the Behemoths..."

The Barbarians and the Behemoths? Qian Jin sat up straight! He knew there were Bloodline, Demon even Savage Warriors among the bandits... But the Elf King, Ares, and Trihead Golden Dragon Bloodline would never stoop to the frontiers.

Naturally, there would never be Fallen Angel, Unkillable King or Naga either...

As for the Behemoth Warriors, they were, in fact, the royal family of the Barbarians. It was unlikely they would involve themselves into those frontier messes, just like the Demon and Zence Empire.

Was it... It suddenly occurred to Qian Jin there was a Behemoth assassin locked up in the cell of the Torrent Battle Fort! No...

"I don’t know much about the details." Weed shook his head in distress. "We were gathered up and many bandits that I hadn’t even see were all helping the Big Leader. It was a stiff fight and everything in the frontier went out of control. More people joined us and robbed caravans without getting orders or permission."

Qian Jin and Gomez Jane looked at each other! That’s why the caravan had been hijacked twice! It seemed the chaos there was more serious than previously imagined.

"The Behemoths that are said to be much stronger than the Ten Bloodlines in Zence? Interesting." Linguan Honzhe threw away a chicken bone. "I thought there would be a while to see them, at least till the Barbarian messengers come. Now it seems the big day has been moved up."

The Barbarian messengers? Qian Jin turned to Linguan Honzhe with an envious look. According to what he had read from the Qian notes, the Barbarian Empire would, from time to time, dispatch messengers to both Zence and Lucifer. Superficially, the Barbarians were doing this in the name of exchange. In fact, it was show time of their combat power! They were warning the two forces not to screw them.

More often than not, the Barbarians would send out just a few warriors of the younger generation. During these years, they had won some and they had lost some

A fight against a trained Behemoth? Qian Jin narrowed his eyes. For a warrior, it might be of some help. After all, it would be held and witnessed by the emperor! No matter one won or lose, he would have his name glorified!

"Unfortunately..." Linguan Honzhe stretched his arms in a long sigh, "All this time, the non-bloodline warriors, except for the Three Heroes of [Warrior Hall], have never defeated the Barbarian messengers, who are born to fight!"

Pride, which was hardly seen on Gomez Jane, now flashed through her eyes! For her father, that fight was a painful medal that he would never forget.

"Hey, you want to fight the non-bloodline battle?" Linguan Honzhe said to Qian Jin. "I could write you a recommendation as long as you are strong enough."

Tence Matten rolled his eyes with the usual smile on his face. The senior here seemed an old hand at selling favors. He knew Tence Matten was a prince but he still offered Qian Jin that appealing referral. This talent-snatching was, to some degree, a challenge referred by the eldest brother of Tence Matten.

"Sounds great." Qian Jin nodded his head. "If you can get me into that, I will send you a Warrior Weapon in return! What’s your favorite?"

"Warrior Weapon? I’ve got one!" Linguan Honzhe waved his hand and then took a pair of swords out from his Warrior Dimension. The blades were about an inch wide and three feet long! Although they were not that enormous as the Zhanmadao, they were quite impressively huge!

Qian Jin narrowed his eyes and asked after a casual glance, "Level 6?"

What? How could Qian Jin know it? Was that just a random guess? He didn’t even touch the weapon. Linguan Honzhe was startled! Never had he met someone that was able to tell the level of a Warrior Weapon without a close look, including the Forge Grandmasters he had known.

"Yes, you guessed it right!"

Linguan Honzhe then flicked his hands and the two swords were spun to Qian Jin with a high velocity like two sharp windmills.

Qian Jin reached out and held the swords in his both hands. Bang! As he injected a trace of Warrior Power into them, they issued a harsh whimper and scratched a few marks in the air.

"It’s a waste of material! They should at least be at Level 8." After making the comment, Qian Jin threw them back to the owner.

Level 8? Linguan Honzhe gently shook his head with a significant smile. The young man here might know something about forging, but he didn’t know it was too damn difficult, if not impossible, to fashion an oversized sword. It had been only by luck he could get those Level 6 beauties.

Seeing the man didn’t believe him, Qian Jin drew his hand into his gigantic storehouse for [Ji-du], which, by a tremor, flew to Linguan Honzhe in a clean arc like a throwing knife!

"This... Is it..."

Linguan Honzhe was stunned by the weapon appeared in his hand all of a sudden! It was way more sophisticated than his [Zhan-Tian] No matter in terms of width, length, and the overall quality!

"I made it myself." Qian Jin pointed to [Ji-du] and said, "No offense, but it seemed a little bit better than yours."

A little bit better? Linguan Honzhe almost bit his tongue off! It was a top piece already! Although Level 8, 9 and 10 were almost equally matched in hardness, there was a lot of difference in warrior power conductivity. That mattered a lot because a weapon was a decisive factor in a close fight.

Rocking his folding fan, Tence Matten leaned forward to the top piece with a curious face. After a flick of the knife back, he gasped in admiration! It would cost at least a few months for the Forge Grandmasters in the Blacksmith Union to make such a piece!

They would need some assistance from God to make it a level 10, or it might probably end up being a level 9.

As for the piece here, with the edge and blade being so wide, it would be too damn difficult.

Tence Matten stopped there! He became to understand why Qian Jin dared to think so highly of himself!

With such great abilities, the young man would never be looked down upon by any of the Ten Bloodlines. Even he couldn’t make himself a competitor! He totally deserved an offer of a senior Assisting Elder or even an honorary deputy Family Leader.

"You can really do that?"

Linguan Honzhe still couldn’t believe his eyes! He would rather think the stunning [Ji-du] had come from an old master instead of such a young man his own age.

Fishing out some sheets of paper, Qian Jin wrapped up the leftover chicken and put it into his Warrior Dimension. He then asked Linguan Honzhe, "Your swords have been sharpened twice, right? The two sharpenings were not done by the same person but they were both apprentices of the same master, right?"

Linguan Honzhe was dumbfounded! He nodded, beside himself! How could Qian Jin know about this? He had absolutely underestimated the man in front of him! He had thought Qian Jin had only become the president of the Yulee Blacksmith Union by nepotism and the Torrent Battle Fort must have paid a huge price for him! But now... It seemed everything happened on that night between Qian Jin and Yunxing Huisheng was real... Throwing Zhanmadao back to Qian Jin, Linguan Honzhe held out another olive branch. "The ally thing might be a little tricky... How about a senior Assisting Elder?"

"There’s no hurry." Qian Jin put away his Zhanmadao, extinguished the fire with some soil and climbed onto his horse. "Let’s move!"

The small troop toiled on at a good pace, even the warhorses were worn out!

Standing on the frontier boundary, Qian Jin took a long breath of the air that only belonged to the wilderness and looked at the legendary [Flow Fortress]!

Rumor had it that caravans from different places would flood in this trans hub every day! But now, there were no horses, ranks or a single businessman! In front of the lofty gate, there was nothing but armed soldiers.

"Are the bandits out of their mind? I haven’t seen a businessman in the past week!"

"You bet! I haven’t been to a bar during these days!"

"We should tell the boss about this! He might consent a bandit suppression with the other fortresses."

"Sounds great! We could kill them all!"

"Kill them all? How do you know this is not a conspiracy of the Demons? While we are away for the bandit suppression, won’t they sneak upon and destroy our base?"

A soldier, seemingly the captain, kicked those poor guys in the ass and snappily scolded, "You idiots who think of nothing except for money! I suggest you throw a sop to the God of the stars after the Demons kill you all! See if he could send you back from the stars!"

Tence Matten gently nodded at the determined captain. It was not the first time that the Frontier had gone out of control. Both the Demons and the Zence army had schemed against each other in this way and both had got what they wanted from a sneak attack afterward. So, the armies were now on full alert wherever there was a riot.

Spurring his horse, Qian Jin moved forward and said in a cold tone: "Watch out everybody! We are on the Frontier now!"

Seeing this, the guarding soldiers could not help but shake their heads. In their eyes, they were just another group of speculators that was in pursuit of monetary reward for the bandit’s heads. They would end up being killed by the bandits or turned into bandits themselves. The one who could nail those bandits probably hasn’t been brought into this world yet.