Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 272: Treasures

Translator: Udong Editor: EbonyFrost, Udong

No errors were allowed. In the case of any minor error in his drawing, he won't even get the right answers from Endless World if he tried.

Bearing the diagram of the Six-Star Array in mind, Qian Jin swung his head violently since it was very exhausting to mechanically remember something of which one had no basic knowledge of.

Qian Jin picked up the saber on the ground, pressed its hard with his fingers to bend the entire saber body into the shape of the edge of a full moon. After letting it go, the body of the saber bounced back straight and swung slightly yet swiftly as if some tens of swords had been rolled into one, "Fine saber, ace materials."

Apart from the dulled tip as it had just collided with the shield, there was nearly no defect in the body of the saber. Forged by an upward of ten advanced metals, this saber was actually a level 9 Warrior Weapon; it was very close to a supreme level 10 Warrior Weapon

"Unfortunately, it's not a Soul Weapon." Qian Jin shook his head and placed the saber into the Warrior Dimension, determined to give it to Cech Flet for use. "This Demon seems to have been not important, seeing as he didn't even have a Soul Weapon."

Splash…two ribs of the broken bones on the ground flew into the nearby grasses as if it was a protest to what Qian Jin had said. How many Soul Warriors were there in the world? Even though you are able to make Soul Weapons, you have no ground to look down upon the warrior weapons. A level 9 warrior weapon was already rarely seen in the nowadays.

Kicking the bones on the ground and casting a look at the surrounding flowers and grasses, Qian Jin's eyes twinkled hard several times. Still, he couldn't believe that he had just fought with a skeleton which had been in existence for hundreds or thousands of years. It was unimaginable.

He took out some bandages from the warrior dimension and fixed his arms that had been injured a couple of times.

Qian Jin then straightened his back and glanced at the throne that was carved with stone where there were numerous Demon characters inscribed. Though written in an old style, Qian Jin could roughly discern what they were talking about.

For the past several thousand years, the Demon species had undergone constant changes, so had its written language. But on the whole, the changes of its characters were small.

Having been at war with each for long, both the Zence Empire and the Demons made it a custom to cultivate the younger generations to learn to read their enemies' written language. Or else, in the event of intercepting the letters of the opposing side, if they couldn't decode the information hidden behind the words, the opportunity would be missed. This was a case that had occurred a couple of times.

Thereby, the written language of the Demons had been listed as a compulsory course for warriors in the Zence Empire. As a novice commander, one had to learn at least four thousand Demon characters, a level that was called Level 4 Demon Language in the Zence Empire. To be an intermediate commander, one had to master six thousand Demon characters, and the minimum requirement for an advanced commander was eight thousand.

The Qian Family imposed such instruction on the younger generations from their early age. Besides, Qian Jin had learned a lot more during his years in the family library. To ace the Level 8 Demon Language test might be a little hard, but passing the examination on Level 6 was as easy as falling off a log; he could pass it with his eyes closed.

These Demon characters carved like phantom drawings and magic arrays were a piece of cake to him, or at least million times easier than reading through the magic array he encountered just now.

To you Demon descendant who is reading this letter. Do you know who I am? I am the invincible Lucifer Nihan, Level 8 awakened Fallen Angel Bloodline Demon Warrior.

Level 8? Qian Jin raised his eyebrows. It was fortunate that this Demon died a long time ago; otherwise, he would be killed like a fly.

Lucifer Nihan? At the sight of this name, Qian Jin snapped his fingers, feeling a strong sense of familiarity. As a highly famous Demon in the Demons' history, he was remembered not for his power or abilities in any other aspects, but for his courage in doing something that no one else in his country dared do.

Rebellion.

The princes of the Demon species kept the tradition of scrambling for the crown. Even the elder prince might not necessarily succeed the throne of the Demon King, yet he enjoyed the greatest odds.

However, when everything was settled down, the game for the throne would be ceased immediately, and everyone would dedicate themselves to backing up the new Demon King in fighting against the Zence Empire.

Lucifer Nihan was unique in history, as he formidably set off a rebellion against the newly established regime. In the end, he and his troops were defeated and had to escape the Demon territory.

It was said that the emperor of Zence at that time sent a warm invitation to Lucifer Nihan in exile, promising him the position of a vassal. However, this dauntless Demon rebel killed off the two messengers and thus refused the invitation of the Zence Emperor.

"This is our internal affair. What does it have to do with you humans?"

Maybe because of this grandiloquence, the Demon King then didn't put an exhaustive quenching on him. As time went by, he was forgotten in the history in a mystic way.

"Well, he died here." Qian Jin nodded and shifted his eyes to the testament written on the throne. "Fleeing into the Ancient Desert Sea is such a creative idea."

[Since you can understand what I am talking about, you must be a member of the Demon species. So, why don't you kneel down and kowtow at me?]

Qian Jin shrugged. On no occasion would this Demon warrior count that the one who got and understood his letter was a warrior of the Zence Empire. As a warrior of Zence, how could Qian Jin kneel down at the prince of the Demons?

[You Demon. I think you are aware that this place is five kilometers away from the border of the Ancient Desert Sea. Did you feel strange that there aren't strong demon beasts crouching here? In fact, there used to be a lot of demon beasts, among which the most powerful was a Sand Python.]

A High-level Demon Beast. Qian Jin smacked his lips. Though the Sand Pythons couldn't be compared to such High-level Demon Beast as Flame Demons and Golden Demons, they were still among the several top Demon Beasts in the entire system. With a magic core, they were proficient in over one hundred earth-element magic spells. Their skin was as stiff as iron and their power could rival that of the Beamons. They slid incredibly swiftly in the sand, just like the flying birds in the sky.

Most importantly, the Sand Pythons had two pairs of bat-like wings, which granted them the ability to fly, though not very high.

[I killed the Sand Python here and conquered the entire mountain. Next I desired to explore the depths of the Ancient Desert Sea, however…]

There was a blank line without any inscriptions on the throne. After a close examination, Qian Jin found that there seemed to have been some characters, which were then scrapped away by the inscriber himself. On the spot where the characters were inscribed there was a light layer of white traces, which seemed to be made by the scraping of human bones and the stones.

After his death? He stood up and erased them away? Qian Jin came closer to the throne and saw the obscurely discerning traces.

[Be aware of undead…]

Undead? Qian Jin looked back at the bones on the ground, feeling pity that the remaining characters were completely wiped away, which stopped him from getting to know what happened next. The events that were recorded in this powerful Demon's testament must be of great significance, yet they had been inaccessible now…He wasn't sure whether this Demon warrior erased the characters himself or after decomposing into a pile of white bones.

[Do you see the flowers and grasses on the ground? Here is the Book of Mystic Pharmaceuticals Plants beneath my throne, which is a product of my exhausted efforts and will be of great help to you. If you want to become the greatest warrior, on no occasion should you step into this subject.]

Don't touch it? Qian Jin scratched his head and continued reading.

[If you want to reach the summit of perfection in something, you shouldn't be distracted of any attention. I'm so repentant that I made this mistake when I was crowned by others as the cleverest Demon. I also desired to become the greatest Demon as well as a legendary Demon God.]

[Never had a Demon become a Demon God, including the Fallen Angel Bloodline Warriors who had awakened their ultimate bloodline power. To become a Demon God, one had to study mystic pharmacy. Shortly after I decided on this path, armed with my wisdom, I developed my authoritative status in the field of plants and herbs among all mystic potion practitioners.]

"Authority?" Qian Jin curled his lips. "Even thousand years ago when the mystic pharmacy was not advanced as today, you couldn't have become an authoritative figure. You are even not my rival when I am just an apprentice of mystic pharmacy."

Qian Jin looked around, feeling a little bashful and nervous as he gave himself the title of mystic pharmacy apprentice. If heard by Eulalia, that would be used as an excuse to impose another tormenting experiment on him in the name of special training.

[If I wasn't distracted years earlier, I could have become the most powerful Demon by now. Yet it is too late to regret. If you cannot become the strongest Demon, I suggest learning from my book, through which you could also become expert. Every plant planted here is unique and top notch…]

"Top notch? You…must be bragging, aren't you?" Qian looked around at the spacious garden planted with mystic plants and herbs which were a bit better than the common plants but far from being called top notch. "How could a Demon call them unique? If Eulalia knew about this, she would undoubtedly poison you to death once again." He thought

Given Qian Jin's brute strength which could be compared to the Barbarians, the heavy stone throne was lifted without too much effort.

What was kept in the delicate jade case were stacks of mildewed rotten things.

Qian Jin felt shocked for a moment and then wore a scornful look. "With several thousand years, even a goatskin scroll will have completely decomposed, let alone things made of paper. I'm afraid this Demon prince couldn't have guessed that he would be visited until several thousand years later."

"It doesn't matter." Qian Jin laid down the stone throne and turned back to pick up the black gemstone inlaid on Lucifer Nihan's forehead.

Even if he couldn't feel the surrounding elements via spiritual power, Qian Jin was sure that this black gemstone possessed great power, and it would be fine materials for making rune empowering weapons and magic conductors.