Chapter 124: The Battle of the Realm

  The reed man pointed to the bow on the back of Gan Jing. "You can take it and try it out... With the current shooting technique plus the Demon-Suppressing Nine Battles, it's not impossible."

  "Whatever." He shook his head indifferently: "If I kill it now, I'll only get one demon core. Letting it live is like letting it run wild. When the day comes that I really need to use it, I can come back and kill it then. And it can also let it grow in toxicity for a period of time, making the demon core even more valuable, isn't that great?"

  The old man crouched in front of the magic copper tree, staring at the swaying fruit and said: "Youngster, take this thing down."

  Dry and curious, picked the fruit in hand, can't feel any fluctuations of Dou Neng, it seems to be just a very strange stone.

  "Listen to me, young one." The old man's face showed a rare seriousness: "A great magician can create their own personal spatial storage device with the help of several or even dozens of other great magicians, magic arrays, and magic cores."

  Qian Jin's face showed a hint of envy as he nodded repeatedly, and in his heart, he couldn't help but think of Huang Quan, who had been a great magician for almost two years. He wondered if this woman would one day go crazy again and do something like creating a spatial storage device on her own.

  "Actually, warriors have something similar too."

  The old man smiled and looked at Gan Jing's surprised expression, this two-year period was often shocked by the boy's breakthroughs, and now he could see his surprised expression, it really had a kind of revenge pleasure.

  Two years! In just two years, he went from a 10th-level warrior to breaking through to the level of a Demon Slayer Nine Wars, and even seemed to be approaching the peak of the Demon Slayer Nine Wars. The degree of this breakthrough can be described as flying, so how could this kid not awaken his bloodline as a warrior?

  Two years and nine battles! Such a number. For Blood Warrior, it's also an astonishing number!

  Staring blankly at the rolling fruit of the magical copper bell tree in his palm: "Could it be that this"

  "This is called Jie Guo, not many people know it exists." The old man said calmly: "When you input Dou Qi into it, it will change, and then there might be a little bit of pain. As long as you can endure it, it'll be fine. If you can't, you can stop inputting Dou Qi at any time."

  "A little pain?" Gan Jing rubbed the peach with his thumb and index finger, and smiled: "Come on, let's get to it. In these two years, I haven't eaten much else, but I've been eating pain every day, even when I'm sleeping. I've really gotten used to this stuff."

  Three thousand five hundred turns of Dou Qi burst forth with full force in one hundred and eight Dou Kong, the clothes on Qian Jing's body seemed to have been blown by a strong gust of wind under the explosion of Dou Qi, suddenly bulging out with a "pa" sound, and then subsiding.

  The small cow fruit suddenly burst forth with dazzling, eye-searing radiance, as if the Dry Qigong in his hand wasn't holding a crystal clear Dou Fruit, but rather a sun bursting with scorching light!

  The other three people raised their hands one after another, blocking out the dazzling light. Gan Jing narrowed his eyes and looked at the Dou fruit in his hand, which was slowly sinking into his palm under the impact of the Dou Qi, as if a person was falling into a swampy mud pit, sinking in bit by bit.

  Pain! The spot where the palm of his hand landed was sending a stinging pain, like being pricked by needles. Qian Jin didn't even furrow his brow "Wind Cloud Golden Body!" After two years of bitter cultivation, he had already reached the peak of Wind Cloud Iron Body from the Wind Cloud Stone Body realm. Now, with one punch on the rock, it was definitely the rock that would shatter, not his own body.

  The Dougu quickly sank into the dry and powerful palm, and the pain also centered on the palm, quickly spreading along the Dou pulse to every position in the body.

  Qian Jin slightly furrowed his brow. This time it was indeed quite painful, just like what Shifu said, a small pain that was also on the mark.

  The Dou fruit completely sank into his palm, and the dazzling light naturally disappeared. The old man looked at Qian Jin's slightly furrowed brow, indicating pain, and complained: "I'm telling you, kid! Can't you show a bit more drama? When I absorbed the Dou fruit back then, it hurt so much that I rolled around on the ground. And you're just frowning? Showing a little pain is enough? I just used the Dou fruit to scare you, and now you have to use this expression to scare me back? Can't you consider an old man's fragile heart?"

  Qianjin looked at his normally taciturn master, who was unusually talkative today, and felt a faint pang of sadness in his heart. His master continued to use the method of talking more to alleviate the emotions of parting.

  "Hmph," "Alright." Qian Jin let out a sigh, his mouth twitching twice as he inhaled a breath of cool air and said: "It hurts so much."

  "Preposterous!" The old man waved his hand in disgust and said, "You're all just pretending, none of you are sincere."

  Two women stood by the old man's side, nodding their heads in unison with a hint of condemnation towards Qianjin's insincere performance. Qianjin forced a smile and thought to himself: "If you two had taken Ou La La's Winter Mountain Prescription for three hours every night for two whole years, even the enhanced version of the Volcano Pill, let alone the super-enhanced version, would still be unable to alleviate this kind of pain."

  The first year of studying mysterious medicine, Qian Jin spent his time eating all sorts of "volcanic pills" and "memory potions".

  In a year's time, Gan Jing finally understood why those strange and ferocious plants and animals, as well as the magical beasts, were so afraid of Orlala, who was like a queen. The woman's vicious tactics were endless, and every visit was a battle of wits and bravery. No matter how he dodged, she would always use various mechanisms and poison powders to subdue him completely, then pry open his teeth and pour in the deadly volcanic medicine that could take his life.

  In the first year, Qian Jin learned at "Ou La La Mysterious Medicine Shop" not mysterious medicine knowledge, but various trap settings and arrangements, as well as the ability to avoid current traps.

  The following year, Qian Jin truly came into contact with the mysterious potionology. Every day, he still followed his usual routine of swallowing various versions of the "Volcanic Potion" and then another bottle of "Memory Water". He endured the intense pain to flip through Orlala's handwritten masterpiece, "The Great Mysterious Potion Plants".

  The plants of the mysterious medicine are almost completely different from Adam's plants. The pharmacist's plants are all normal plants, while the mysterious medicine is a strange plant that is cultivated by grafting two or more normal plants together, and even the mysterious medicine maker himself does not know what kind of medicinal properties it has.

  As a mysterious pharmacist, the most basic qualities are crazy, fearless of death and physical strength, and eyesight is also an extremely important quality.

  A plant that looks normal may have undergone excessive inbreeding with similar types of plants.

  Some plants still look the same, and their efficacy has hardly changed, but they have indeed been hybridized, using one or two percent or even more impure inheritance. When combined with several other hybridized plants, new efficacy can be produced, which is one of the important courses in mysterious pharmacology.

  Eurora, the mysterious queen of potion-making, was no longer satisfied with just researching plant interactions. The strange animals and even magical beasts in her courtyard were all created by Eurora's own hands.

  Just thinking of Orla, Qianjin knew that today he still had a bit of a chilling feeling. Compared to facing Orla's feelings, the pain from being hit by Douguo was really nothing. Even if one arm was chopped off, Qianjin felt that he could frown to show how painful it was, and that was already a very face-saving thing.

  The old man looked at Qian Jin's entranced eyes, which had a hint of madness in them, and he also felt a chill in his heart. It was as if an ordinary person were facing a mad dog.

  "How did this kid train himself? The old man secretly wondered, in the past two years, every time there was a fierce battle, the killing aura and bloody scent on his body would be even more intense than before, and the last battle even gave people a slightly crazy feeling."

  Crazy? Two years of following a crazy and mysterious female pharmacist queen every day, it's extremely difficult not to be influenced by this aura, but Qian Jin himself didn't realize this.

  The Douguo has thoroughly sunk into the chest position of Qianjin, and there is no intention to continue sinking. The expanding pain also begins to soften and finally disappears without a trace.

  "Huh?" He let out a long sigh and raised his arms to look around, asking: "Where is my spatial storage device? Why hasn't the Dou fruit materialized into a physical object?"

  "Who told you that the Dou fruit would materialize into a physical entity?" The old man knocked his dry skull and said: "Go use your Dou Qi to stimulate the Dou fruit inside your body."

  "Douguo has long since melted away." Xiao Ganjing replied very sincerely, the time for parting had already entered countdown mode, being able to chat with his father a bit more was also good.

  "Cut the nonsense." The old man pointed at Qian Jin's chest: "I know it's transformed! See if you can really scare me to death before you leave!"

  The 3,500 turns of the Demon Nine Battle Qi stirred up a new wave of rotation in the 108 Dou Kong. All the Dou Qi instantly burst into the chest, where the Dou fruit melted, and Gan Jing had an indescribable feeling, he "saw" a space that didn't belong to this space.

  It's not big there, probably only about ten cubic meters of land is a desolate yellow sand, with nothing around, clean and tidy.

  "What did you see?" The old man asked hastily. "A space", nothing but sand, was seen by Gan Jing. The space that was seen shocked him and he became somewhat stunned, even doubting whether he had seen an illusion.

  The monthly ticket hasn't arrived yet, and I've already changed it. "Ah, I'm just an impatient good-for-nothing, can't even pretend to be calm. I won't bother with exchanging tickets or anything, watching the monthly ticket slowly rise is too suffocating! Even if the strong monthly ticket doesn't arrive, regardless of whether you vote or not, I'll change it anyway! Ah, that's just my cheap nature."