The Favored Son of Heaven

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

It was yet again a small stone house, resembling the stone house from the collapsed Qilin Peak. It was the same quiet environment with the same simple decoration.

The stone house door was left open this time and Qin Fen didn’t need to use any special means in order to see the master of the house.

Qilin wore a cyan warrior robe on his body and he casually sat on a rosewood chair. He emanated a forthright vibe to those around him.

Qin Fen walked into the stone house and carefully looked at the silent Song Wendong. Compared to the face he saw during the fierce battle last time, it was even more impressive. The person in front of him was vast and his depth could not be seen through.

Song Wendong was holding a steaming teapot in his hand, with his energetic eyes narrowed. He just stared at the steam coming out from the teapot.

Qin Fen joined his hands in salutation and bowed. He sat down on the wooden chair next to him and waited quietly for the Qilin to speak.

Steward Hou stood near the door and watched the silent duo, one elder and one youth. He smiled and nodded repeatedly. The pressure released by Qilin’s body was much greater when he was silent than when he talked. Qin Fen was able to sit peacefully without being affected at all. Not many martial artists today could achieve that.

Silence rang across the stone house for a brief moment before Song Wendong raised his eyelids slowly and looked at Qin Fen. His gentle eyebrows suddenly showed a hint of surprise. The difference in Qin Fen who had really awakened compared to his state before his first coma was too great.

Both had the same strength of fifteen-star, yet the difference between the two was like heaven and earth. Many martial dao masters did not complete the mass gas condensation until the beginning of the sixteen-star. Only after entering sixteen-star for a long time could they gradually complete the cycle of mass gas condensation.

Before the first time Qin Fen ascended the Qilin peak, Qin Fen had already completed the mass gas condensation. This was already a matter which made a lot of sixteen-star martial dao masters blush with shame yet he was able to complete the true condensation at fifteen-star strength. This kind of person had almost never appeared in the history of martial dao.

Compared to the true condensation, Qin Fen’s mental state was even more surprising. Whenever he sits casually, he revealed a grand power that only grandmaster martial artists could feel.

Song Wendong’s eyelids raised slightly. The martial dao foundation of Qin Fen today was definitely not enough of a grandmaster’s, yet the state of his body had already begun to spread this taste. When they fought with Qin Fen, martial dao masters of the same level couldn’t suppress the aura of power of Qin Fen. It could almost be said that he had not lost even one battle.

His martial dao improved greatly overnight! Song Wendong’s lips evoked a hint of astonishment. He thought that he was the biggest beneficiary of that battle. He didn’t expect that Qin Fen, who fought instinctively, could improve his strength greatly after he had recovered. Although he was still weaker compared to his instinctual fighting state, his progress overnight was still very strange.

“Your spirit was not bad.”

Staying silent for a while, Song Wendong’s first sentence was praise and Qin Fen was quite surprised.

Before he went into a coma after the battle, Qin Fen saw a hint of lamentation in the eyes of Song Wendong. He had seen a lot of this kind of look when he was at school. It was the look given by the teacher returning student’s test papers to those who had passed.

He passed! At least, he barely qualified for the time being! Qin Fen woke up and knew of Song Wendong’s thoughts. He thought that Song Wendong would say that he had barely qualified. He didn’t expect the words of his first sentence contained praise.

Was it because of the battle with the master? Qin Fen’s eyebrows furrowed slightly if that was the case, he could only be regarded as a fraud; there was nothing to be proud and boastful of.

To be defeated by the beast, Qin Fen did not care about it at all. If he could win, it would be a strange thing. However, due to the master’s praise, this kind of situation felt like he had stolen the fruits of the work of others, no man would feel the pride from doing this.

“You dare to advance to the Qilin Mountain, your spirit is not bad.”

Song Wendong explained his own words again. The uncomfortable thoughts of Qin Fen disappeared in an instant like clouds. The spirit that Qilin referred to was not the spirit from the fierce battle last time, but his spirit to advance into Qilin Peak.

Indeed, the identity of martial dao master among the people had an absolute lofty status, but they need to lower their heads in the presence of divine beast martial artists.

In this case, he still persisted and advanced to Qilin Mountain. In many people’s eyes, such a move could only be said to be stupid or rash. Qin Fen knew that real men should be bold to express their thoughts directly rather than hiding them.

“Your martial dao strength is mediocre.”

Qilin drank hot tea from the teapot; he did not pretend to be the literati.

Qin Fen smiled and was silent. It was rare that someone would have their strength praised in front of the divine beast. He didn’t know if even the strength of a constellation warrior was considered good in the eyes of the divine beasts martial artists.

“You had the wrong understanding.” Song Wendong placed the teapot on the table and shook his head, “Three-star martial artists, in my eyes, can also be said to be top-notch; the strength of the constellation warrior in my eyes would perhaps have not enough qualifications.”

Qin Fen adjusted his sitting position and revealed a hopeful expression. What was this high-ranking Qilin beast thinking about? Even with the psychology, he had learned from Squad leader Hao, as well as the information collected, he still couldn’t grasp Qilin’s thoughts. His thoughts may only be clear if there was face-to-face communication.

Initially, Qin Fen thought that Qilin Song Wendong didn’t like to talk. He didn’t expect this old man to be quite talkative.

“Potential does not equal to the future and it is not equal to strength.” Song Wendong’s eyes shot like lightning and they were directed at Qin Fen’s eyes, “The ability to provoke potential is the real future and strength.”

Qin Fen digested the meaning of Song Wendong’s words secretly and nodded gently to show his approval. No matter how great your potential is, if you can’t activate it in the end, what is the difference of having no potential?

“Your potential is amazing.” Song Wendong’s words had a hint of recognition, “Aside from everything else, judgment with just potential, there are not many people in your generation who could compare with you.”

Potential? Qin Fen smiled with a hint of helplessness. He was able to climb up from the bottom bit by bit. He was clear that his potential was different from the potential of others. This was something even Song Wendong couldn’t see.

The potential of others may come from heredity, perhaps from the innate nutrition foundation or even the martial arts foundation. There were innate factors beyond imagination and the potential had prepared them for life before they were even born.

Compared with other people, Qin Fen’s potential was very different. The potentials of others were almost innate. Based on Qin Fen’s own analysis, people like Xue Tian, who eats and sleeps and then eats again; practicing twice half-heartedly and yet able to produce results, were considered a congenital type of super genius.

Qin Fen categorizes his potential as an acquired potential. These potentials were mostly all by their own hard work. They think about the accumulation of feelings, put them all into their own potential and then put these into producing their own potential and then exciting them slowly.

If a metaphor was used to describe it, then Xue Tian would be a former Arab. Ever since they were born, there was endless oil under their butts, the oil being the potential of human beings.

Qin Fen was equivalent to the birth of the Sahara Desert. He had nothing from birth. He had to collect wood and the carcasses of animals and then bury them underground while he waited for the time to pass. Bit by bit, they turned into oil, and he would then dig them out.

Xue Tian only needed one process, which was the development of potential. Qin Fen had two processes, the creation of potential and then the development of potential!

As a result, the time consumed was far more difficult than the so-called innate type of potential martial artist.

If someone were to say that they had an innate type of potential, Qin Fen thought of that special spiritual space. The seven masters who had already appeared and that one emotionless one who couldn’t communicate completely, having trained people to be indifferent when killing. This figure of light had the potential of their own innate type.

However, even with this so-called potential, in fact, certain transformations still needed to be carried out and then transformed into their own potential. It still needed one more process compared to Xue Tian.

To be recognized by the Qilin, Qin Fen felt that his production potential of these days was not for naught.

“If you talk about the ability to develop potential…” Song Wendong’s face shed a bit of disdain, his right index finger swaying gently a few times, “This is not enough for you! Young people who almost have the same potential as you seem to be better at developing their potential than you.”

Qin Fen was silent. At this point, there was no point in arguing further. Pointing out his potential in analysis and summary of his own progress would not obtain Qilin’s praise and appreciation. Results were paramount in many things, people often do not pay attention to your struggle. Only when you are truly successful would people pay attention to your struggle, analyze it, and then produce a large set of theories.

Before a person succeeded, it seemed that no one in the world would care to see the process of his efforts. This was like an entrance exam. Even if you studied hard all night but caught a fever of one hundred degrees Fahrenheit on the day of the test which resulted in carelessly filling in the answers, the examiner would not give you extra points because you had studied all night.

“Below the age of twenty and you’ve already entered the ranks of martial dao master. If it was placed on other people, it would be extremely excellent. But…” Qilin shook his head gently, “I could feel it clearly when I fought against you for the first time. You can still be stronger. So, you shouldn’t be compared to other martial dao masters, your opponent should be yourself. At least, as long as you have yet to face the two strongest young masters, your target is still yourself.”

“Myself…” Qin Fen digested Qilin’s words again.

“Yourself.” Qilin nodded and asked, “If there was another Qin Fen in the world, could you win against him?”

“So…” Song Wendong’s eyes were as sharp as a spear suddenly, “The unqualified will not be qualified. There is no excuse to cover up! So what if you had surpassed the majority of young people? Real capable people should surpass themselves. ”

“You’ve entered the world of martial dao for quite awhile. You must have heard the name of Shang Guan Chuan Qi.”

Song Wendong’s tone was plain and his eyes looked at the sky outside of the room. It was like he was talking to himself, “Why did Shang Guan Chuan Qi not look for you to battle, you must be baffled right? Because he didn’t see you at all, there were only divine beasts and himself in his eyes.”

Qin Fen’s eyes showed a bit of admiration. It did not matter whether Shang Guan Chuan Qi was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, at least his current strength was indeed obtained by himself. He did have a better starting point than others, but this starting point was not everything he was today; the descendant of the divine beasts have a high starting point, but they also bear a pressure that others could not imagine.

“Hades…” Song Wendong’s eyes showed some emotions. For the first time he released a faint pity with a little appreciation, “Hades, who is the son of White Tiger, I believe you know of his current situation.”

Qin Fen nodded lightly. Not many people in the world knew of the true condition of the Young Netherworld King Hades. He just so happened to be one of them. Today, the Young Netherworld King Hades was not just the son of the White Tiger, he was also an insect martial artist who had the ability to control his self-consciousness.

“Foundation, hehe…” Song Wendong talked casually about the military’s secret nouns. He had an expression of admiration, “Not many people know of Hade’s condition, but people who knew of his condition ostracized him. In the words of those people, what can one achieve when one uses borrowed force? However…”

Song Wendong’s eyes squinted slightly and asked with hints of curiosity, “Is that really true? A person was trying to abandon all martial artists in order to pursue strength. How many people in the world could do this? And this person was not inferior to your potential, will he really have no future prospects? Do you believe it?”

Qin Fen shook his head gently. He couldn’t forget the gaze of Hades’ eyes the moment he met Hades in the Sahara. His endless resentment was as sharp as a knife!

Song Wendong gazed at Qin Fen and said plainly, “I don’t want you to marry Jia Jia. It has something to do with Hades. In the end, you will have to battle with him. He couldn’t win you once, but it doesn’t mean that when he becomes an insect martial artist he couldn’t beat you.”

“Of course…” Song Wendong held the handles on both sides of his chair and lifted his head slightly, “Hades is not the main reason! If you don’t know martial arts, then I would not have objected your marriage to Jia Jia. Since you know martial arts, you should be prepared!”

Song Wendong put his hands on the armrests of the chair and stood up slowly. His cyan warrior suit made him look like a very tall and straight man. His hands were wrapped around his back as he sighed as he walked out, “Some things can only be achieved by martial artists. After entering the martial artist path and becoming a real martial artist, when you encounter certain things, you will not choose to retreat as a martial artist. At that time… Jia Jia, that silly girl…”

Qin Fen frowned slightly, his eyes full of questions and doubts. Even if there was a divine beast that really wanted to split the Federation, it would not be so easy and simple. Before they have not completely confirmed their victory, the divine beast would not start the war easily.

What’s more, White Tiger is dead… Qin Fen remembered that the situation of Federation was the most intense a year ago and it was faintly related to Venus’ White Tiger.

Rumors said that the martial dao of White Tiger’s murderer had extraordinary ambitions. Even if he had become the divine beasts martial artist of Venus, as the emperor of Venus makes no difference, he would still want to become the real Venus emperor. The news of wanting to split the Federation seemed to have appeared only because of the Venus White Tiger.

Song Wendong walked out of the house and turned slowly to look at Qin Fen, “How did the mutant animals come about? Nuclear leak? Where was there a nuclear leak?”

With a sneer, Song Wendong looked up at the sky, “There was always something that no one else could think of. For the reason, don’t ask me. Not that I don’t trust you, but there was an agreement between the divine beasts. Today, you are allowed to date Jia Jia, but you can’t marry her.”

Song Wendong looked back at Qin Fen once again, “It doesn’t matter if you say I am bossy or barbaric. I won’t allow the marriage unless you can become a divine beast martial artist! Otherwise, I won’t give face to anyone!”

Divine beast! Qin Fen’s eyes suddenly let out a bright light; Song Wendong felt as if a lot of bright sabers came from the eyes of Qin Fen, almost as if they could cause a substantial lethality.

After watching Song Wendong’s fierce battle with the Master, Qin Fen had an inexplicable desire for martial dao. It was not just to marry Song Jia, but also to go to Jupiter to see Qinglong; to see if it was really Qin Zhan, his older brother, and to know exactly what Song Wendong’s vague words were hiding.

Through Song Wendong’s words, Qin Fen felt that the high-ranking Qilin was obviously greater than the military headquarters for the founding meeting, but his words seemed to reveal other meanings.

“The things I had to say are finished.” Song Wendong waved his arm, “Okay, off you go.”

Qin Fen looked at the empty space outside the door, hints of bitterness in his mouth. This Qilin Song Wendong was bossier than the rumors had it. All the words he wanted to say were finished and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Steward Hou smiled as he walked into the room, “Kid, do you want to talk to an old man who will enter the coffin soon?”

Qin Fen rushed to get up and poured a cup of tea. For this kind old man, there would always be a feeling like loved ones. This was not because the divine beast had helped him, but because of sincere admiration and respect from the bottom of his heart.

Steward Hou’s big figure sat down and took a sip from the tea that Qin Fen had poured. His tongue clicked twice, “Kid, the lord rarely speaks that much to anyone else.”

Qin Fen nodded lightly. According to the psychology knowledge of Squad leader Hao, Qilin was not a person who liked to talk.

“To tell you the truth… hehe…” Steward Hou put down the teacup, “The lord is not saying that you are so good because of your good qualifications. The lord had seen more qualified people. Everything was for the silly girl Jia Jia. Since you barely passed, then for the silly girl Jia Jia, I have something to tell you. Sit down and listen.”

Qin Fen was sat and Steward Hou squinted his eyes, “What I want to say is related to the divine beast martial artists.”