Chapter 311
Chapter 311: Free Backbone?
Pam Honzi didn’t move at all. He conjured a cluster of warrior power from his body to cover up his ears, eyes, and mouth, exposing his nostrils for the yellow toxic smog to get into. The other three strands of toxic smog which were unable to permeate into Pam Honzi’s body changed their routes and began floating into his nostrils.
“Oh?” Pam Honzi narrowed his eyebrows, forced the pores on his nose to open and jetted out the yellow toxic smog permeated into his nose. “Such strong toxins? Even your warrior power is carrying corrosive effects. Even Level 5 Demon Capturers might be defeated by you if they take in the toxic smog. Well, the Sand Python’s toxins are even more destructive than hailed by the legend.”
Qian Jin felt a light admiration, thinking to himself that the bloodline warriors were really endowed with countless advantages. They could not only activate their bloodline power to beckon compelling force but also possess special abilities to challenge and even defeat stronger opponents.
“It’s enough. It’s good for you to do so, but…” Pam Honzi was motionless. With a swinging shadow, he had already moved to Duren Burg’s back. He then chopped on Duren’s neck where the protective scales grew.
This control of the Warrior Heart…the corners of Qian Jin’s eyes kept cramping. It all happened so fast that Qian Jin only caught a tiny bit of the sensation of Pam Honzi activating his Warrior Heart. The control of the Warrior Heart was really shocking.
“It will do harm to you if you keep venting off your energy.”
Pam Honzi crossed his hands behind his back and turned away from Duren Burg who was sprawling on the ground. “Qian Jin, carry him on your back and leave with me. This awakening went beyond my plans. Burg is unexpectedly heavily injured now. It seems that you people will have to stay with the Pam Family for him to recover.”
Having shaken off his Battle Form, Duren Burg looked as if he had been frantically chopped by hundreds of blades, with uncountable wounds spreading on his skin. Was this the result of forcibly taking in the Sand Python’s magic core upon the second awakening?
Was this the legendary secondary altar of the Hydra Bloodline Warrior Family? Lucifer Lucy kept turning back and frowned at the peculiarly constructed altar with her remaining eye. It was no wonder that the Chimera Bloodline Demon Warrior had been constantly defeated by the Hydra Bloodline Warriors.
If… Lucifer Lucy clenched her fists hard. If Chimera Demon Family also had such an altar…they were also a branch of the tri-head bloodline families. If she could make such an altar, she might be able to draw the Chimera Family to her side.
The Demon King’s throne. The Demon King’s throne. Lucifer Lucy took several deep breaths. To succeed in the Lucifer Royal Family, to take the Demon King’s throne and become the ruler of the Demons? On top of the Ultimate Fallen Angel Bloodline Awakening, one had to get strong forces as their supporters besides their own power.
As one of the demon warrior families in the Demons, the Chimera Bloodline Family was a powerful force no Demon Kings dared to neglect. Though it couldn’t be compared to the Hydra Bloodline Warrior Family in respect of status in the Zence Empire, it…
If the Chimera Family could have a secondary awakening altar… Lucifer Lucy looked up at the black sky. If they could have such an altar, the Chimera Family’s status amongst the Demons would be lifted by leaps and bounds. Thus they would become a telling force in the competition for No.1 Demon Warrior Family.
Where could she find such an excellent Rune Master? Lucifer Lucy frowned and started thinking. Rune Masters alone seemed not enough since the special metals required Forge Masters. However, ordinary Forge Masters might not be enough. Forge Grandmasters…Forge Grandmasters might be needed.
The Demons, the Zence Empire, and the Barbarians… Lucifer Lucy curled her lips as the potential candidates had all been listed in her mind. It might work if she invited a Forge Grandmaster in the name of the emperor, but given her identity of a princess…it seemed a little hard.
Walking out of the long tunnel in silence, Qian Jin squinted to adapt to the dazzling light outside the cavern.
“Leader…” Swit Lei looked at Duren Burg with a blank face. “What has happened? Has the awakening failed?”
Saloo Bard also looked to Duren Burg anxiously, wondering whether Qian Jin, the pundit of mystic potion, would make a mystic potion for the Pam Family if Duren Burg failed the awakening. If so, he would lose a good opportunity to study mystic potion from an authoritative master.
“He succeeded.” Pam Honzi nodded his head exhaustedly. Never had he felt as tired as he did today since becoming the leader of the Pam Family. These young guys kept doing impossible things, which made him incessantly dizzy.
He had to take a rest. Pam Honzi nodded again, thinking to himself that he had to take a break to straighten up his ideas on Qian Jin and Duren Burg to reposition them. The information collected several days ago was insufficient to judge their present strength and future prospects.
With an insufficient judgment, the price they could afford in drawing them over to his side would also be inadequate.
After assigning Pam Honxuan to look after Qian Jin and his fellow friends, Pam Honzi turned away and walked toward his room. Though he hadn’t reached a precise conclusion, he could see from the present situation that there wasn’t a superior-retinue relationship between these young men, namely, they shared equal standing. They constituted a special group with Qian Jin serving as the center point.
Since there wasn’t a superior-inferior relationship between them, they might likely lack in discipline. Thinking about this, Pam Honzi slightly frowned and then realized that since there wasn’t such a superior-retinue relationship, these young men were allowed to get along with each other wholeheartedly, and thus would have more unpredictability in their future development. It seemed better for him to provide them with more support, for example…
Pam Honzi looked up to the direction of Qian City where the Elf-king Bloodline Warrior Family dwelled. Suppose Qian Jin and his friends went to the Qian Family for a challenge toward the Qian descendants in one month, since the Qian Family didn’t know that Qian Jin had already possessed a Warrior Heart and that Duren Burg had absorbed the magic core of the Sand Python, Qian Family’s descendants might very well be defeated by Qian Jin’s group.
If the warrior sent by the Qian Family failed in the fight? Pam Honzi slightly frowned, as he knew that Qian Zhanxuan wouldn’t behave like the benevolent masters hailed by the traveling poets. Instead of just standing by and watching, he would nine out of ten do something to change the adverse situation…
He had to go with them, it was a must! Pam Honzi wore a furtive smile, determined to go there with Qian Jin’s group to have a look the Qian Family, the legendary Elf-king Bloodline Warrior Family in Qian State. If he was lucky, he might be able to see the so-called strongest bloodline warrior family be disgraced.
How big was the Qian Family? Qian Jin was not clear.
How big was the Pam Family? Qian Jin was still unclear. Having walked in the Pam Family’s yard for half an hour, they hadn’t reached its end. Instead, they came to a smaller set of cozy houses decorated in a simple but elegant manner.
“These are the highest grade of guest residents the Pam Family.” Pam Honxuan called a servant to open the gate. After walking into the park and introduced Qian Jin and his friends, he continued: “For any request, please directly ask the servants working here. They will meet all of your demands.”
Qian Jin carefully laid Duren Burg on a bed designed for the injured while Pam Honxuan turned back and said to Pam Monyun standing by his side, “Why are you still standing here? Go to invite the pharmacists for healing bone fracture and trauma here.”
Pam Honxuan turned back to Qian Jin and sighed lightly. “The Pam Family has hired a pharmacy master, but…he isn’t specialized in curing the wounds types of Duren Burg.”
Swit Lei stood by and watched Qian Jin closely, for fear that this young man might disappear all of a sudden. It was such an invaluable opportunity for him to run into a young, insightful and experienced mystic pharmacist who might be able to instruct him in the future.
Qian Jin bent over and took a look at the Duren Burg’s wounds. The Sand Python lived up to its fame as a high-level demon beast. The little magic crystal in the center of the magic core had exerted unimaginable power to cause multiple tears on Duren Burg’s body. Luckily, no damage was incurred to his energy connections.
Or else, it would take long for Duren Burg to fully recover.
“Some skin injuries…” Qian Jin relaxed his frowning eyebrows, “and overconsumption of mental strength. He needs a potion for soothing the nerves.”
Pam Honxuan looked at Qian Jin blankly, wondering what the hell was this guy talking about. “Isn’t he good at mystic potion? Thus he wanted to treat Duren Burg with the mystic potion? Did he mean to kill Duren Burg?” He thought.
Swit Lei looked at Saloo Bard in great shock. “What is going on? Why is he playing the part of a pharmacist? It had gone beyond the mystic potion.” He thought.
“First feed him with some potion, then…” Qian Jin took out two bottles of ointment from his warrior dimension, “then smear some ointment on the wounds…”
“Wait wait wait…who allows you to treat this patient?”
A figure showed up at the door, blocking much of the sunlight penetrating into the room. Pam Honxuan nodded his head gently and smiled. “Dear Mr. Noan Leta, nice to have you here. Qian Jin, let me introduce you him. He is Mr. Noan Leta, a Pharmacy Master in our Pam Family. Specialized in treating external wounds, he shares a high reputation in the pharmacists’ circle in the Zence Empire.”
Qian Jin turned his head back and looked at Noan Leta. With a medium build and short and hoary hair, Noan Leta appeared hale and hearty. As Pam Honxuan was introducing him to the crowd, the proudness on his face became further intensified.
“You are flattering me, elder.” Noan Leta said in a modest way, but the proud look on his face sold him out. “There are many other experts in the Pharmacist Union who are much better than me in curing trauma.”
Swit Lei stood by, uttered a sneer and wore a loathing smile. Saloo Bard also cast a lofty look at Noan Leta without saying anything.
“Aha? The two all-mighty masters of mystic pharmacy are present here.” A light mingled with loftiness and hostility flashed from Noan Leta’s eyes. “Have you taken the so-called mystic potion that would cure all injuries here? If you do, I will go back and continue researching the potion I am in need of.”