Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 440: Big Trouble

Chapter 440: Big Trouble

Translator: Udong_ Editor: EbonyFrost, Udong_

York Nord was generally confused when he heard that. "Qian Jin is very popular tonight, and even father who should be the center of his birthday party looks like an irrelevant character. Why is he in trouble?"

Lenz Zarf looked at York Nord and said with an earnest expression on his face. "Do you know why Thunder Lion King – Linguan Skylan chose Punitive Academy? Although the Griffin Bloodline has connections with Punitive Academy, all other advanced academies also sent him invitations. For example, the tenth Academy – Immortal Academy made him a much better offer, but he declined it."

York Nord shook his head. He had never heard of such thing. But since it was interesting, he wondered if there was more to it.

"It was because of Principal Isabella." Lenz Zarf pointed at the dance floor with his lips. "She isn’t much older than Linguan Skylan. I even heard that Linguan Skylan had confessed his love for the principal in private." He continued.

York Nord was so excited that all the pores on his body opened. This was the only good news he heard all night long.

The Thunder Lion King couldn’t get to Isabella, but Qian Jin was able to. Even if Thunder Lion King didn’t care for a lot of things, he would definitely get mad over this, he was a man after all.

Maybe Linguan Skylan won’t show his anger in public, but there would always be the thorn in his heart. From York Nord’s experience, he knew that these bloodline warriors was really haughty and sometimes arrogant because they were showered in the glorious past of their families and admiration of their strength that was in their blood.

Actually, almost everyone was used to this haughtiness because they were bloodline warriors because they were on the peak of the pyramid, they were able to do so.

If a troop went to war, and there weren’t any bloodline warriors in it, almost everyone would be afraid that this troop would all die in battle.

York Nord believed that the Thunder Lion King couldn’t hold this in for too long. As the number one on the Hundred Battle Ranking List, the Griffin Bloodline Warrior was closely monitored by a lot of people. Because a lot of people were jealous of him but can’t defeat him, they would spread this news and make him upset.

If there was no one who spread it? York Nord sneered. "I don’t mind spreading this around." He thought, "I have to make this Lion King move. If Linguan Skylan duels with Qian Jin, it is allowed in the rules, and Qian Jin would be lucky if he can still go to the hospital."

Hoare Tee murmured as he was stunned by what he saw. "This time, Thunder Lion King won’t hold as still as last night."

Lenz Zarf nodded. Although Thunder Lion King seemed very heroic and was very easy going, he had a strong sense of ownership, possessiveness, and control. Although Qian Jin dancing with the principal didn’t mean much, it would greatly provoke his nerve.

What is a lion king? In a group of lions, only the Lion King had a strong territorial sense. It would instantly try to kill anything that comes in its territory.

"President Qian, congratulations." Isabella looked up at Qian Jin. "I didn’t believe that you were able to severely injure two bloodline warriors in the afternoon after getting injuring yourself at noon. But it looks like I was wrong, your self-healing is impressive."

After sensing the principal’s curious stare, Qian Jin quickly smiled to cover up his nervousness. Acting in a dominating way was to stop others from bothering him, but he didn’t want to reveal his secrets. If the secret of Wind and Cloud Golden Body and his mystic potions got out, there would be more trouble.

Healing speed. Only warriors knew how important this was. After two warriors of the same level got injured in a duel, the one with the higher tolerance and the faster healing speed would win.

When he facing Qian Chenyu at the Qian Family, he only won because that Elf King Bloodline Warrior had a slower healing speed than him. Otherwise, it would be hard to say who would have the final laugh.

"Principal, I have potions."

"Oh? What potion? That effective?"

Isabella’s eyes shone. "Of course. Otherwise, the body-protection techniques of three ultimate bloodline family won’t even match up with Qian Jin." She thought.

"Principal, I went to Ancient Desert Sea a few days back." Qian Jin had to start making stuff up. "In a cave, I found the corpse of the demon named Lucifer Nihan. At the same time..."

"Lucifer Nihan?" Izabella’s hands that were resting on Qian Jin’s shoulder pressed down as she asked, "You are talking about that Fallen Angel Bloodline Warrior? His corpse? No wonder, so he died in Ancient Desert Sea? I remember that he studied mystic pharmaceuticals."

Qian Jin smiled. He was trying to come up with a way to explain to the principal who this demon was, but it seemed like the principal read a ton of books and know about this demon and his field of study. It saved Qian Jin a lot of effort.

"You got his stuff?" Izabella asked in curiosity. "Mystic potions?"

"Yeah." Qian Jin nodded. As long as he can make her believe what he said. He was even impressed by his own healing speed, let alone the principal.

"No wonder." Isabella lightly turned her body: "Your strength is interesting as well. Level 1 Demon Slayer, a Warrior Heart, and 100,000 cycle speed. Due to mystic potion as well?"

Qian Jin looked at the principal in surprise. "Wasn’t that only my opponent can have a rough estimation of my strength? How does this beauty know about my strength without battling me?" He thought.

"Ms. Principal, I don’ think it is against the rules to take potions before battle."

Isabella didn’t really buy this explanation, but she wasn’t able to find any more evidence in a short time. After all, mystic potions were really strange, there were all kinds of effects.

"Right, you are going to the Blacksmith Union tomorrow to take on your new role, right? I will excuse your absence tomorrow, but you have to come back to the academy sooner. You have missed so many classes this term. You might have to stay in the same grade for one more year if you fail any courses."

...

After one dance, Qian Jin was sweating a little. This principal wasn’t easy to deal with. It was more tiring than battling with someone.

After seeing the party going according to plan, York Leigh felt a lot more comfortable. He had been to many parties and he had hosted a lot of parties. It was the first time in his life when the host’s light was stolen by a young man.

With the help of Yunxing Huisheng... Leigh looked at Qian Jin who was dragged onto the dance floor by Gomez Jane and thought, "He might give up on the identity as a warrior and focus on his blacksmith profession, right?"

How hard was the path for an ordinary warrior? Leigh knew it better than anyone here. He didn’t get as many achievements as bloodline warriors, but he suffered more pain than them. If he got the chance to choose another path, he wasn’t sure if he would stay on the same path.

Every ordinary warrior had a dream that was to challenge bloodline warriors as an ordinary warrior and tell them that ordinary warriors were powerful as well.

However, this dream would fade away as time passes. Ordinary warriors would gradually doubt their path, then question themselves, then get depressed, and even give up.

If Fabreidis didn’t become a Saint Warrior, York Leigh would focus a lot of his kids and tried to cultivate them, try to leave a lot of money for his descendants.

Soul Weapons were hard, and advancing to a Saint Warrior was even harder. York Leigh looked at Qian Jin and thought, "Maybe this young man is really the new beginning for all ordinary warriors."

"If this young man became an Assisting Elder of Fanta Family?" Leigh continued to think as he slowly stroke his goatee. "Maybe I should get in contact with the Fanta Family. If I get them connected, I would build a good relationship with Fanta Family. For Qian Jin, becoming an Assisting Elder at Fanta Family would be something that he only dreams about, right?"

The party went on until midnight and people started to leave slowly.

Marc Gavin lied in the carriage with a strong smell of alcohol. With an excited red face, he looked at Qian Jin who was in another carriage happily.

Happiness! In fact, Marc Gavin had never been this happy his whole life. Who could have guessed that Qian Jin would become the president of the Blacksmith Union who held the Torrent Battle Fort by its neck?

"I’m not drunk... I can drink more... not drunk..."

Marc Gavin jumped off of the carriage with a bottle of wine in his arms. As he was held up by two warriors who helped him to go to his room, he roared and shouted loudly. A lot of warriors who already fell asleep were woken up. They all ran out to see what happened to the president.

"You guys are lucky! You damn bastards are rich now." Marc Gavin staggered as he walked towards his room with the help of the two warriors. He shook the half bottle of wine as he shouted with his unclear speech: "You kids... Huh, lucky! You are lucky that you all encountered Qian Jin. Why didn’t I meet someone like him when I was young?"

Qian Jin? The warriors who got out of bed looked at each other, then they focused their attention on Qian Jin who walked in with four beauties around him. "What did he do? Why is the president so happy as if someone finally agreed to marry him?" They all thought.

After pushing open the door to the house in the middle of the fort, Gomez Jane looked at Qian Jin with a deeper meaning on her face as she left the door to her room half closed.

Rosella, on the other hand, blushed as she walked back to her room. Just like Gomez Jane, she looked at Qian Jin with a meaningful smile as she left the door to her room half closed.