Chapter 37

Chapter 5: A Peaceful Life

Qian Ye stood calmly, but he had another doubt. He could not sense the slightest trace of Origin Power from the girl. Either she had not cultivated Origin Power at all, or she was so powerful that he could not detect her Origin Power.

The latter was clearly impossible. Even an expert of Wang Bo's level found it difficult to hide his Origin Power. How could a young girl have even greater strength?

If it were the former, it would also be very strange. The true noble families of the Empire would never lack resources. Even if their children had only a bit of talent, it would be fully developed. It was said that some noble families even possessed secret techniques that could be considered almost miraculous, allowing them to create extraordinary talent with enough resources, even without Origin Power talent.

This girl clearly could not lack talent, so her lack of Origin Power was abnormally strange. There must be some hidden reason.

Additionally, Qian Ye faintly sensed a familiar aura from the girl.

Qian Ye suddenly laughed self-mockingly. What did it matter to him how the girl was? Even if she truly encountered some difficulties that her powerful family could not solve, what could he, a lowly blood slave struggling for survival among garbage and beasts, do to help her?

A bag of reward money tossed by one of the girl's servants would be enough for him to live in the wilderness for several lifetimes. Moreover, the lingering power could even suppress the unruly expeditionary army, who not only dared not to rob but also showed further goodwill to him.

However, none of this mattered. Perhaps soon, the dark blood in his body would fully erupt, and he would become a corpse in the garbage dump, a meal for scavengers and wild dogs.

Qian Ye closed the crystal box again, blocking the Origin Power aura of the Demon-Bane Mithril Bullets. If the three extremely precious Demon-Bane Mithril Bullets were left exposed, the Origin Power they contained would gradually dissipate and be gone in a few days, turning them into ordinary Mithril Bullets. Therefore, completed physical Origin Power Bullets needed to be stored in special containers.

This crystal box was a top-tier container that could isolate almost all dissipating Origin Power, allowing the Origin Power Bullets to be preserved for a year! Just this crystal box alone was worth hundreds of Imperial gold coins. In the past, the Red Scorpion Corps' Origin Power Bullet boxes could only preserve the Origin Power Bullets for a month, and during that month, the power of the Origin Power Bullets would continuously decline.

Origin Power Physical Bullets were all infused by cultivators of at least the third level using their own Origin Power and required the use of Origin Power guns to fire. However, because infusing Origin Power Bullets would significantly slow down cultivation progress and were difficult to preserve, ordinary Red Scorpion soldiers would only start infusing Origin Power Bullets before a battle, and there was almost no trade of such ammunition on the market.

Qian Ye put the Demon-Bane Mithril Bullets back into the black silk bag and returned it to the shelf. Due to the dark blood in his body, he instinctively wanted to stay away from these three silver bullets. As the weakness from the nightmare gradually subsided, his senses became sharp again, and he heard some strange sounds from the next room.

It was the sound of a man and a woman together, intertwined with the creaking of the bed. The next room was Man Shu Sha Hua's guest room. Qian Ye knew that the large iron bed, welded together, could collapse at any moment from the intense shaking.

The woman was screaming hysterically, and the man was likely the one-eyed giant, apparently determined to make his money worth it. In the room on the other side, there were some faint sounds, the sound of someone tossing and turning, mixed with some low, ambiguous moans.

That room belonged to Min'er, and she was alone, doing something.

Qian Ye pretended not to hear, looking around for something else to do.

But after a while, there came a banging sound from Min'er's room, as she angrily pounded on the wall of Qian Ye's bedroom. After pounding for a while with no response, she might have gotten tired and quieted down.

Although it was still deep into the night, Qian Ye could no longer sleep. He calmed himself, sat on the bed, and his mind gradually sank into his body, beginning to cultivate the "Soldier's Conquest Technique."

At this moment, under Qian Ye's mental control, the Origin Power in his body surged like a tide, impacting the Origin Power node in his right hand. The Origin Power in his body was sharp and angular, each impact bringing Qian Ye a tearing pain.

After enduring twenty rounds of Origin Power tides, Qian Ye slowly gathered the Origin Power, guiding it back to the nodes in his chest and abdomen. After finishing his cultivation, Qian Ye collapsed on the bed, taking a long time to recover a bit of his energy.

Qian Ye struggled to get out of bed, every muscle and meridian in his body burning with pain. He looked at the alarm clock; he had already cultivated for three hours, and it was already three in the morning. The sounds of physical impact still came from the next room, indicating that the one-eyed giant was determined to get his money's worth, though it was unclear which woman was so unfortunate.

After cultivating the "Soldier's Conquest Technique," the sounds of the couple next door no longer affected Qian Ye. He took off his sweat-soaked clothes, wet a towel with cold water, and wiped his body.

Qian Ye had grown a few centimeters taller. He looked slim in his coat, but without it, his body was full of evenly distributed, powerful muscles, with lines as hard as steel, without a trace of fat. The scar on his chest was nearly half a meter long, like a giant centipede coiled there.

After activating the Sea of Qi node, Qian Ye found that the Origin Power cultivated from this node was particularly fierce and difficult to control. If Qian Ye's current Origin Power were a sharp battle knife, then compared to it, other warriors' Origin Power was not even unsealed.

The special Origin Power made Qian Ye's combat skills particularly powerful, but the pain and damage to his body during cultivation were also much stronger than others. Although the "Soldier's Conquest Technique" could be cultivated to the ninth level, given Qian Ye's current situation, he might explode and die by the sixth level.

Qian Ye touched the scar on his left upper arm. It was palm-sized and square. This was a scar Qian Ye had burned himself, as there was originally a tattoo on this spot—a red-tailed scorpion, the emblem of the Red Scorpion Corps.

The Empire had millions of troops, but the Red Scorpion Corps, when fully staffed, numbered only ten thousand. Although Qian Ye had entered the Red Scorpion at the lowest standard, to outsiders, he was a lucky young man. However, in reality, due to the injury on his chest, the Origin Power Qian Ye cultivated was much more violent than the normal "Soldier's Conquest Technique." The pain and impact he endured during the fourteenth round of Origin Power tides were equivalent to the twentieth round for other warriors.

In the Red Scorpion and other elite corps, there was also the title of "Soldier King." Only those who could withstand thirty rounds of Origin Power tides could earn this title. Throughout the entire Imperial Army, sometimes not even one new Soldier King would appear in a year. Traditionally, the commander and deputy commander of the Red Scorpion Corps could only be Soldier Kings.

Qian Ye had once thought that if his Origin Power were not so violent, would he also have a chance to become a Soldier King?

Unfortunately, "if" was just "if," and it would never become reality. The Imperial Army had a strict hierarchy, which might be cruel but was also the fairest. The army only looked at results, not the process. Thirty rounds were thirty rounds, and no discounts were allowed. Regardless of whether the Origin Power was as fierce as fire or as gentle as water, one had to endure thirty rounds of Origin Power tides to be considered a Soldier King.

In the darkness, Qian Ye suddenly sighed deeply. All of this was already in the past, and the Red Scorpion had become history. Like the tattoo burned off with a branding iron, all the glory, power, status, and comrades of the Red Scorpion were buried. In his heart, only a scar remained.

After that fateful night, Qian Ye knew he could no longer live a normal life.

Perhaps the only concern was Lin Xitang's fate, but the lower continent was a completely different world to the upper and middle continents, and no news could be obtained. Occasionally, Qian Ye could only comfort himself that if something truly major happened to someone like General Lin, even in such a remote place, it would eventually be known. So, no news was the best news.

After coming to the Eternal Night Continent, Qian Ye initially wandered aimlessly until he reached Beacon Town. He inexplicably liked this place and decided to settle down, using the few silver coins in his pocket to open the Man Shu Sha Hua bar.

The original residents of the town were both cunning and simple. They quickly accepted Qian Ye's presence because the alcohol here was indeed good.

As long as the taste of the alcohol Qian Ye brewed remained unchanged, no one cared about his identity, even if Qian Ye were a genuine vampire, people would turn a blind eye.

Qian Ye walked to the wall, where a polished steel plate was embedded, serving as a mirror.

The person in the mirror was somewhat unfamiliar to him. Over the past year, Qian Ye's skin had gradually become pale, and his face had changed, with his eyebrows and facial contours becoming more delicate and soft. Although his physical strength had significantly increased, the originally exaggerated muscles had become more refined, like original energy alloy wires, very fine but abnormally strong.

At this moment, there was a sudden knocking sound from outside, followed by the loud voice of the bald police chief: "Qian Ye, come help me repair the town gate! And you, One-Eye! I know you're here! I hope you haven't been drained dry and can still lift a steel pipe!"

From the next room came One-Eye's reluctant voice: "I'm not done yet!"

"If you don't come out, I'll blow up your balls!" The police chief's threats were always direct and effective.

Qian Ye quickly put on his clothes, walked to the hall, and looked at the spot where the bar's original door had been, which was now bare, without even a door frame. However, installing an iron door would be much easier than repairing the mechanically driven town gate.

One-Eye also grumbled as he walked out from the back corridor. He was bare-chested, with dozens of scratch marks on his chest and back, some of which were deep and bleeding!

Seeing the blood on One-Eye's body, Qian Ye's throat suddenly moved up and down, and the intense thirst that surged almost made him moan.

"What's wrong, Qian Ye?" One-Eye asked curiously.

Qian Ye forced a smile and said, "Nothing, just admiring you."

One-Eye chuckled, somewhat embarrassed, and rubbed his head, saying, "If you want, Min'er won't charge you a penny! I don't understand why you always refuse her."

"I don't have money to give her," Qian Ye said as if he hadn't heard One-Eye.

"You should try it, she really won't charge you!"

The police chief interrupted them, "Less talk, come help! I don't want us to live in a town without a gate when the dark season starts. If you fix the gate, you two lucky guys won't have to pay taxes this month."

The police chief's surname was Zhang, and he always had a shiny bald head. His large belly could hold a calf. He could hold the position of police chief in Beacon Town not only because of his relatively fair handling of affairs but mainly because of his first-level combat soldier strength and his powerful shotgun.

One-Eye and Qian Ye followed the police chief to the warehouse. A moment later, the two of them carried a bundle of steel pipes to the town gate. By then, the police chief had already cleared the debris and called out, and the three of them went to the collapsed town gate.

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