Commanding Wind and Cloud-Chapter 633 You Understand

Qian Jin nodded in agreement. Before, he thought that he was going to spend more time and treat the people around him nicely after he succeeded in life, but he forgot that people would sometimes die. Remembering the dead for 100 years was worth less than treasuring them for 100 days, 100 hours, and 100 seconds when they were still alive.

"I need to go back to Qian Family," Qian Jin said with the hammer in his hand, "This time, I'm not going to try to take my father out of there. I need to go and see him. If possible, I'm willing to talk with the Qian Family."

Zence Matten looked at Qian Jin, who was walking toward the door without turning back, and he smiled while saying, "You matured."

Duren Burg pouted in disagreement. Qian Jin was only standing from the perspective of a son; he could make concessions for his father. Zence Matten was looking at the situation from the perspective of the Royal Family, and he thought that being cooperative was the key to defeating demons. However, they all ignored one person, the most crucial person, Qian Jin's father Qian Cheng.

Qian Jin's father didn't have any combat strength, but it didn't mean that he was an old man who had no mind of his own and lacked heroism.

On the contrary, this old man who had no combat abilities showed the aura and presence on par with any top-tier warriors and leader of the prominent families for his son.

Qian Cheng could endure anything for Qian Jin to reach his goals. He could sacrifice himself for Qian Jin's future.

As a father, Qian Cheng wouldn't want to see his son lowering his head toward Qian Family. He wouldn't even accept a negotiation.

Duren Burg believed that if necessary, Qian Cheng would use his death to end Qian Jin's idea of talking to Qian Family.

There shouldn't be any room for negotiation between Qian Jin and the Qian Family. This was determined at the time of Fabreidis' death.

How could Qian Jin negotiate and make concessions? Qian Zhanxuan was someone who Qian Jin aimed to kill. If he didn't kill Qian Zhanxuan, he would have wronged Fabreidis and Gomez Jane, and his conscience wouldn't accept that.

There was no room for negotiation! Duren Burg looked at Zence Matten in silence as he thought, "Sometimes people use their butts to make decisions. The Sixth Prince is smart, but he overlooked the divide between the two parties since he wants them to settle and focus on the demons."

"Say, Comrade! Congratulations! Your warrior soul transformed into a hammer!" Duren Burg switched the topic and said, "To celebrate the ownership of such a strange warrior soul…"

"Gift you a big pack of cigarettes?"

"Comrade! You are my best comrade!" Duren Burg jumped up and pushed Qian Jin onto the bed as he said, "You know me so well! How come you know me so well? How should I thank you?"

Creak…

The door was opened, and Cech Flet stood at the door and saw this. Confusion appeared on his handsome face, and he started to close the door slowly.

"Damn it! Cech! What are you thinking? Why are you closing the door?" Duren Burg jumped up and dashed to the door.

With a meaningful expression, Cech Flet nodded and looked at Duren Burg through the slit as he said, "I understand; you don't need to explain anything. You also understand…"

"Understand what?" Duren Burg pulled open the door and said, "Stop thinking about non-sense. It is pure between Qian Jin and me."

"I believe that Qian Jin is pure, but…" Cech Flet didn't finish his sentence and turned around to walk in another direction instead. It seemed like his eyes were saying that he didn't believe Duren Burg's purity.

"Sissy, stop thinking…"

"Don't get too close to me. I'm pure as well."

Seeing these two bickering with each other and walking away, Qian Jin looked at the hammer in his hand and thought, "I should go back and visit Father, but there is no room for talking between the Qian Family and me."

At the end of the day, strength was king. Although not all problems could be resolved by violence, killing the other party would make the problem disappear.

"Qian Jin, are you guys leaving?" Fanta Rum appeared by the door.

"Eh."

"Oh, please take care of Kunge for me," Fanta Rum sighed and didn't enter the room. He turned around and walked out of the courtyard, and the light of the setting sun shined on him, making his shadow longer and making him appear older. This old man said while walking away, "He is filled with guilt and hatred. People can have these emotions, but there can't be only these negative emotions. Otherwise… huh…"

Qian Jin looked at the ground and thought, "It feels similar to what I experienced a while ago. Although Fanta Kunsa is still alive, Fanta Kunge can do nothing but watch his big brother gradually pass away. What about me? It wasn't much different that day. I couldn't do anything and only watched as Uncle Fabreidis battled until his death."

"Be on the lookout for Warrior Hall; you can't underestimate its strength. Although the people there aren't as powerful as you in some aspects, they…"

Fanta Rum's voice sounded outside the courtyard, and Qian Jin understood this old family leader's meaning. Warrior Hall had been around for many years, and almost all the talented ordinary warriors joined this organization. After years of training, even though this force might not have saint warriors, they had more than a few peak soul-power warriors.

…

The bright sunlight shined on the ground that was covered in new snow, and the light was reflected by the snow, making people feel a little warm.

Warrior Hall, the holy land in many ordinary warriors' hearts, didn't have any magnificent buildings. The houses made with stacked green stones scattered on a giant mountain, looking like a small village. Not many people knew that this was Warrior Hall.

In a courtyard that wasn't big, two white-haired old men were sitting in rocking chairs and enjoy the sunshine. With their eyes half-closed, they looked at the radiant sun.

"A warrior who killed Linguan Skylan. Even if he isn't a saint warrior, he is the peak amongst peak soul-power warriors." The old man with long white hair suddenly opened his dry, tree-bark-like lips and said in his high-pitch tone, "Brother Salafer, what do you think about this kid's suggestion?"

The old man with short white hair looked at the middle-aged man who was kneeling in the snow with his squinted eyes, and he said, "Betu, perhaps this is the last thing that we can do for you. I hope that you can properly manage Warrior Hall. Ordinary warriors can't surpass bloodline warriors, and we can only shine the most when we are supporting them."

"Yes, Teacher. I will forever remember your words."

Betu kneeled in the snow and lowered his head even further. He knew that just by asking these seniors who retired from Warrior Hall to go and assassinate Qian Jin, it might make these treasures that couldn't be mimicked disappear forever.

However, there was no way around it. Qian Jin killed Linguan Skylan, and his fame was rising every day. Besides, his influence was huge, and he dared to fight Ling Donglai of Warrior Hall in public. Most importantly, he started to fight with the Qian Family, one of the three ultimate bloodline families in the Zence Empire, in terms of ideology.

The ultimate bloodline families could represent all bloodline warriors in a sense, and Qian Jin's fight with them would move many warriors who were passionate but didn't understand the bigger picture. It would cause the Zence Empire to be internally divided.

At the same time, the reputation of Warrior Hall would be significantly impacted. Many ordinary warriors would complain that this organization chose the path of supporting bloodline warriors.

If this situation continued, Qian Jin was going to be another main flag in the minds of ordinary warriors, and he might become the second Fanta Family. If that happened, Warrior Hall's reputation would drop further, and it wouldn't be the holy land in many ordinary warriors' minds.

To maintain Warrior Hall's supreme status, Betu believed that killing Qian Jin was the only way to make ordinary warriors work together and serve the bloodline warriors, obtaining ultimate victory.

"However, the two of us might not be enough." Short-haired Salafer looked at the long-haired old man and said, "Vinoka, should we find others?"

"Of course." Long-haired Vinoka slowly rocked in his chair and said, "Qian Jin is young, and his stamina and spirit are both in his prime. Also, he just killed Linguan Skylan, and his momentum is at its highest. We are old people who are on the verge of death… hehe…"

Betu's head lowered even more. These two old warriors were both more than 130 years old, and their bodies weren't in their primes anymore. Even their warrior souls started to weaken as their bodies aged, and the warrior souls weren't at the peak anymore.

Betu, the leader of Warrior Hall, felt ashamed and didn't want to look at them in the eyes as he asked them to battle.

However, only these old people could potentially kill Qian Jin. They had the extensive experience that others didn't have, and they had the iron-will and spirits that others didn't possess.

Secret execution was different from public duel; shady tactics such as sneak-attack could be used. All that was needed was a peak-level strike. Betu knew that he couldn't do it; these old people could unleash attacks that were on the level of half-saint.

"Betu, go and talk to Saladin and others." Vinoka slowly raised his hand as if he were about to die at any moment, and he said, "Tell them that we want us to gather together and put in the last bit of effort for Warrior Hall."

Betu quietly exited the courtyard and heaved a powerless sigh. If a talented warrior like Qian Jin could join Warrior Hall, it would improve the organization's reputation. However, that young man wanted to go against Qian Zhanxuan.

Now, Qian Zhanxuan already sent someone here, asking Warrior Hall to kill Qian Jin. He promised to gift Warrior Hall many fighting techniques that ordinary warriors could use; those were the treasures that Qian Family collected for a long time.

Right now, the main force controlling Warrior Hall were the people who believed that ordinary warriors should serve bloodline warriors due to Fabreidis' death. Also, this organization was afraid that Qian Zhanxuan would come to them and cause trouble with the excuse that Fabreidis challenged the honor of the Qian Family.

Although he knew that Qian Zhanxuan wouldn't do that, Betu still didn't want Warrior Hall to be negatively impacted by Fabreidis' death. After all, Fabreidis married a demon girl back then, bringing shame and staining the honor and purity of Warrior Hall.

"If ordinary warriors learn about this, how will they look at Warrior Hall?" Betu was afraid just thinking about it. In all these years, Warrior Hall wanted to become the real belief in ordinary warriors' minds, becoming a religion of its own.