Chapter 338: A Sleazy Life

Translator: Udong Editor: EbonyFrost, Udong

"Just place it on the outmost layer." Duren Burg pointed at the sand under his feet. "As heat is p.r.o.ne to rise, only a small portion of the heat will go beneath the metal. If that doesn’t work, let’s just get further away from it."

With the burning Jiuyang Flame Iron slightly rotating in the sand, the surrounding golden sand grains were instantly turned red.

Based on the calculation of his strength, Fanta Kunge gradually moved away from the metal for a little bit. Carrying the spear in his hand, Duren Burg picked a spot closer to the Jiuyang Flame Iron than Fanta Kunge.

After observing the locations chosen by Fanta Kunge and Duren Burg, Cech Flet silently positioned himself three meters closer to the Jiuyang Flame Iron than Duren Burg.

Duren Burg looked to Cech Flet blankly. As they had both become Demon Capturers and awakened their bloodline power twice, there was nearly no difference between them in overall strength.

"s.h.i.+z. I chose the wrong place." Duren Burg stabbed his spear close to Cech Flet and walked to that location. H looked at the Cech Felt with a challenging tone and said: "I"m not afraid of you, not at all."

Fanta Kunge frowned and quietly moved three meters closer.

Cech Flet glared at Duren Burg, crossed his hands at his back, and leisurely moved forward by three steps.

Duren Burg resolutely pulled out the spear before following Cech Flet in moving forward. His actions said that he was determined to emulate Cech Flet this time.

Recalling their battle for taking medicine in the Ruins, Qian Jin kept shaking his head. "Why did you people compete with each other in everything? Sooner or later I will fix you so that you won’t be able to put on this rat race anymore." Qian Jin thought to himself.

"How old are you?" Lucifer Lucy crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head repeatedly. "Could you three be any more childish?"

"Demon beauty, you wouldn’t understand this." Duren Burg imitated the way Cech Flet spoke. "As a macho man, how could I be defeated by a sissy?"

Sissy? Lucifer Lucy looked at Cech Flet, the boy who was bestowed with a pretty face which overshadowed all female humans and demons. For the moment being, after Duren Burg’s "enlightenment", she also felt that Cech Flet looked like a sissy.

Qian Jin had no time to care about the compet.i.tion between his three friends. He didn"t need to worry about them as long as they didn’t burn themselves to death. During his stay in the Pam Family, he had not only concocted some potions but also taken away some finished potions.

As long as he could achieve the rank of Pharmacy Grandmaster…Qian Jin smiled and sunk down into the sand. By that time, he would be able to concoct strong potions by blending all those potions together.

Pam Honzi came to realize why this small group progressed so fast. On one hand, it was because Qian Jin possessed special potions for healing injuries. On the other hand, the three had developed a candid type of friends.h.i.+p where they would compete with each other for better achievements.

This kind of compet.i.tion hardly took place in the Pam Family. Most of the time, the descendants of Pam Family would just feel jealousy towards each other instead of developing a virtuous rivalry.

"It’s really hardly seen." Pam Honzi crossed his legs as he sat on the ground, looked up at the sky, and started meditating. "I can build up an orderly architecture in the Pam Family through my compelling rules, but I cannot achieve what Qian Jin has done."

In stressing a completely equal and concerted compet.i.tion with no difference in cla.s.ses.

"Affinity is closely related to each person’s heart." Pam Honzi sighed gently. "I have to draw Duren Burg back to the Pam Family. By doing so, a batch of young and outstanding Hydra Bloodline Warriors will gather to form a special legion under Duren Berg’s leaders.h.i.+p."

Pam Honzi turned to the four youngsters who had nearly buried themselves alive, thinking to himself that the leaders.h.i.+p under Duren Burg was equivalent to giving the leaders.h.i.+p to Qian Jin. If there could be healthy compet.i.tions, the combat power of the small legion would be increased by leaps and bounds.

When they matured and came back to the Pam Family, they could create a virtuous compet.i.tive environment.

There was no sense of the pa.s.sage of time in the Ancient Desert Sea. The power of time, which inundated all other nooks and crannies, became impotent when faced with the Ancient Desert Sea, a place that hadn’t changed in the slightest for millions of years.

One month’s time was as feeble as a grain of sand in the Ancient Desert Sea.

Eating. Sleeping. Special training.

For the past month, Duren Burg, Cech Flet, Fanta Kunge, and Qian Jin had been doing these three things invariably. While under such an agonizing environment and with the compet.i.tion between each other, their strength had been increasing respectively.

Qian Jin took off his hat and yawned. What he had done for the past month was either undergo special training or stay in the Endless World. Sleeping? What was that?

Qian Jin had nearly forgotten how to sleep. He didn"t dare to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see his father serving as the groom or the appalling Undead Queen’s Heraldic on Luna’s forehead.

Every time he closed his eyes, he would be hit by such nightmares which made him sweat all over.

Since he couldn’t fall asleep, he had to throw himself into the special training. Qian Jin cleared his mind and concentrated on the special training. Now he had condensed four types of Warrior Seals on his Warrior Heart. However, he still hadn’t encrypted the sequence of the Eighteen Blade Elevating Strikes

What fueled the exertion of the Eighteen Blade Elevating Strikes was the [Forge Breathing Technique]. However, the latter was related the one hundred and eight dead reservoirs, with no live reservoirs involved at all.

"Qian Jin, how is everything going with you?" Duren Burg glanced at Qian Jin while smiling. "I have reached the peak of a Level 3 Demon Capturer and can ascend to the fourth level at any time. Be careful, I’m approaching you and the Cech."

Cech Flet snorted coldly without saying anything. He then directly activated his Fallen Angel Bloodline Battle Form and produced a strong warrior power which indicated that he had already reached the realm of a Level 4 Demon Capturer.

Fanta Kunge looked at these two partners admiringly. This was indeed the power of the bloodline warriors, which, with the awakening of bloodline, would trigger their strength to grow at a steadily increasing pace.

This speed…Pam Honzi clicked his tongue. Even though the bloodlines of these two young bloodline warriors were of high cla.s.s, the acceleration of their strength was unbelievably quick. It was achieved through their deadly training and help from the rare resources.

"Level 7 Demon Fighter."

"What?" Hearing Fanta Kunge’s words, Qian Jin was so startled that he jumped up immediately. This speed…this speed… Admittedly, if he had to re-cultivated, it would be natural for there to be a time when the warrior power could be increased very fast with his experiences. Yet this speed…

Level 7 Demon Fighter. One month ago, Fanta Kunge had just reached the second or third level of a Demon Fighter! Qian Jin still remembered that he spent two years in Four Seasons Valley evolving into a Level 9 Demon Fighter. But Fanta Kunge’s speed…

"I don’t know why either." Fanta Kunge seemed to be pleased with his friend’s astonishment. "Before coming to the Ancient Desert Sea, I noticed that the training speed of my warrior power had slowed down. But when I buried myself in the sand and start cultivating my warrior power, I felt that those metal essences absorbed into my body seem to have melted away and could be easily devoured by me…"

Qian Jin looked at Fanta Kunge in a stupor and then patted on his forehead. "I got it! It’s the heat here! It’s the heat and high temperature here."

Fanta Kunge soon understood everything. Yes, it was. Through the stimulating high temperature of the desert, the metal grasped in his hand seemed to have melted away. The metal essence absorbed into his body was the most crucial part of the metal, which had become highly tender due to the thermal flux, and thus could be easily devoured by him.

As for the Jiuyang Flame Iron... For the past few days, Qian Jin had looked up the Jiuyang Flame Iron in Uncle Blake’s library in an attempt to find out ways to melt it. But it turned out the Jiuyang Flame Iron was really hard to melt as it needed the Soul Power of warrior who had a fire-elemental warrior power.

One characteristic of the Jiuyang Flame Iron that was easily neglected was that it could melt away ther metals. If carried by someone, it could melt a large part of any metal and help the person absorb the metal essence inside to increase the quality of one’s warrior power.

After seeing this introduction to the Jiuyang Flame Iron, Qian Jin eventually understood why he felt strange when he touched the Jiuyang Flame Iron with his Zhanmadao the other day.

Just with this simple touch, the Jiuyang Flame Iron had absorbed much of the essence from the Zhanmadao, a Level 10 Warrior Weapon.

With that touch, the previous Level 10 Warrior Weapon was downgraded to a Level 9 Warrior Weapon.

As long as he was provided with enough metal and magma, Qian Jin was confident in forging another piece of advanced rare metal. Yet by that time, even a Saint Warrior with fire-elemental warrior power wouldn’t be able to melt it. He had to turn to a Saint Warrior who possessed a fire-elemental Saint Soul and a fire-elemental Soul Realm to melt it.

"Still it’s too fast…" Qian Jin kept shaking his head. Even if the Jiuyang Flame Iron could help Fanta Kunge melt away the metal essence, the speed was undoubtedly striking.

"He’s more formidable than me." Cech Flet retracted his Fallen Angel Bloodline Battle Form and slightly shook his head. "He is too diligent."

Duren Burg nodded to show his agreement. For the past month, Fanta Kunge had been dug out from the sand by his friends at least ten times, at which moments he gave off a burnt smell from his body. Was it not for Qian Jin’s potions, Fanta Kunge, the formidable warrior who kept instigating the Grim Reaper, would have lost his life a couple of times already.

"I don’t have bloodline power …and I’m not a freak like Qian Jin…" Fanta Kunge looked dead serious as he said: "I can only trade with my possessions. Well, what do I really have? A sleazy life."