Breakthrough to Sixth Rank Lesser Training! Intercept Qin Yang!

On the way to Wanhe City, Jiang Bei sat atop his horse and opened the panel.

You killed the utterly evil Klie Yuan. Merit Points +55

You killed Chen Wu, Battalion Commander of the Dingzi Camp. Merit Points +30

You killed a Battalion Commander of the Dingzi Camp... Merit Points +25

Martial Arts: Xing Tian Gong (Mastered), Blood Wolf Saber Technique (Fourth Layer+), Cloud Shadow Steps (Second Layer+), Dragon Elephant Subduing Demon Skill (Second Layer+), Mysterious Iron Dragon Scale Body (First Layer+)

Realm: Seventh Rank Great Training

Merit Points: 820

Talent: Thousand Illusions True Eye

Dragon Elephant Subduing Demon Skill detected. Can be upgraded. Requires 480 Merit Points. Upgrade?

Mysterious Iron Dragon Scale Body detected. Can be upgraded. Requires 120 Merit Points. Upgrade?

Blood Wolf Saber Technique detected. Can be upgraded. Requires 160 Merit Points. Upgrade?

Cloud Shadow Steps detected. Can be upgraded. Requires 40 Merit Points. Upgrade?

"820 Merit Points!"

Seeing the number on the panel, a glint flashed through Jiang Bei's eyes.

In the battle at Broken Spear Slope, he had killed Klie Yuan along with dozens of barbarians.

Then there had been the four men from the Dingzi Camp in the camp.

His Merit Points had directly reached 820!

"Upgrade the Dragon Elephant Subduing Demon Skill!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Bei moved his mind and upgraded the Dragon Elephant Subduing Demon Skill.

"Boom!!"

His body suddenly trembled as the sound of his sinews and bones ringing together came from within. Torrents of heat surged endlessly, like a boiling volcano!

At the same time, the Dragon Elephant Qi within his dantian wildly expanded and spread.

His qi and blood abruptly swelled as well, bursting fiercely out of his body.

It transformed from its former wolf-smoke form into the shape of a blazing furnace, hovering high above Jiang Bei's head.

Qi and Blood Furnace.

Sixth Rank Lesser Training realm!

Feeling the incomparably powerful strength within his body, the killing intent in Jiang Bei's eyes grew ever denser!

The Sixth Rank Lesser Training realm—a realm even their commander, Jiang Qingfeng, had failed to enter.

And as far as he knew, Qin Yang was merely an ordinary Seventh Rank Great Training martial artist.

This time, how could Qin Yang possibly survive?!

After upgrading the Dragon Elephant Subduing Demon Skill, he had 340 Merit Points remaining.

Jiang Bei then upgraded the Mysterious Iron Dragon Scale Body, Blood Wolf Saber Technique, and Cloud Shadow Steps by one layer each.

His strength surged once more!

Meanwhile.

Inside Wanhe City, within a private room at an upscale restaurant.

Two men sat facing each other. After three rounds of drinks—

"The time is about right. Has Brother Liu enjoyed himself? Why not come with me to take a look at the Dingzi Camp?"

Qin Yang set down his wine cup and asked calmly.

"Not bad."

The man surnamed Liu nodded slightly before asking, "But wasn't the state governor's office sending you to the Ren-Rank Camp's territory to investigate Batu Feng's whereabouts? Is it really all right for you to wander about so casually?"

"You jest, Brother Liu." Qin Yang chuckled. "Who doesn't know by now that Batu Feng used a Human Pill to break through to the sixth rank? Even Jiang Qingfeng was defeated by him and sent to the state city with severe injuries. Me making this trip is already giving the Ren-Rank Camp plenty of face. Could it be... that you truly expect me to seek out Batu Feng and throw my life away?"

"As expected of Brother Qin." Liu Yun smiled, then continued, "I heard you sent four Battalion Commanders under your command to the Ren-Rank Camp with an edict?"

"Mm."

Qin Yang's gaze turned cold. "There's a blind fool in the Ren-Rank Camp who previously killed one of my Battalion Commanders. This time, I had them bring the order over to teach him a lesson."

"Oh? There's actually someone in the Ren-Rank Camp who dares provoke Brother Qin? He certainly has some nerve."

Liu Yun raised a brow.

"More than nerve—he's simply courting death!"

Qin Yang slammed his fist onto the table, his killing intent fully exposed. "Jiang Qingfeng protected him last time. Now that Jiang Qingfeng is seriously injured, I'd like to see who else can protect him! If I get the chance, I'll personally slaughter him!"

"What is this man called? What is his cultivation?"

Liu Yun asked.

"Jiang Bei, Squad Leader of the Ren-Rank Camp, merely an Eighth Rank Great Training."

"An Eighth Rank Great Training Squad Leader? Just such a minor character?" Liu Yun sneered. "Since Brother Qin treated me to this meal, I can't drink for nothing. If the right opportunity arises, I'll personally take this man down for you!"

"Then many thanks, Brother Liu!"

Qin Yang's eyes lit up, and he quickly cupped his hands. "However, there is one more matter in which I hope Brother Liu can assist me."

"Brother Qin, feel free to speak."

"Brother Liu also knows that the edict did not explicitly state that my Dingzi Camp was to take over the Ren-Rank Camp. If the Ren-Rank Camp reports this, I fear it may cause some trouble. This matter... will require Brother Liu to smooth things over."

Qin Yang spoke in a grave tone.

Tampering with the contents of an edict without authorization would bring severe punishment if the Qingzhou Camp's commanding general or the Four Great Generals found out. But if Liu Yun intervened, the matter would be easily resolved.

"So that's what it is. Easy! When the time comes, I'll just mention it to my father. I guarantee Brother Qin will have nothing to worry about!"

Liu Yun readily agreed.

"Many thanks, Brother Liu. Come, let me toast you another cup!"

Qin Yang immediately raised his wine cup and drained it in one gulp.

Liu Yun did the same.

Then, as though he had suddenly recalled something, he said, "Right, Brother Qin, who exactly is the reinforcement Qingzhou Camp sent to take over the Ren-Rank Camp?"

"Han Feng," Qin Yang said.

"Han Feng? That Han Feng who broke through to the Seventh Rank at fifteen, entered Seventh Rank Great Training at twenty, and became a Sixth Rank Lesser Training before even reaching thirty? If I remember correctly, his elder brother Han Qixian is also one of Qingzhou Camp's Four Great Generals, isn't he?"

Liu Yun's expression shifted slightly as he spoke in a low voice.

"That's right. It's him."

Qin Yang nodded.

"I truly didn't expect Qingzhou Camp to send him. But someone like him is indeed needed, considering Batu Feng has already broken through to Sixth Rank Lesser Training."

Liu Yun's tone was solemn.

"I heard Han Feng volunteered to come here," Qin Yang suddenly said.

"Volunteered?"

Liu Yun's expression changed again. Then a meaningful smile curled at his lips. "Han Feng has always been arrogant and unruly. He doesn't seem like the sort to voluntarily take on trouble. This matter... is rather interesting."

"Enough, let's not talk about this. Come on, Brother Liu. Let's go take a look at my Dingzi Camp!"

Qin Yang stood up as he spoke.

"Alright, let's go!"

Liu Yun rose as well.

The two then left the tavern and took a carriage out of Wanhe City.

The carriage wheels rolled over the somewhat desolate official road outside Wanhe City, kicking up faint dust.

Inside the carriage, Qin Yang and Liu Yun sat facing one another. Slightly drunk, both wore relaxed expressions.

Liu Yun played with the jade pendant in his hand, lifted the curtain to glance at the sky, and smiled. "Brother Qin, judging by the time, your four subordinates have probably already met Jiang Bei at the Ren-Rank Camp, haven't they? With the strength of those four, I reckon you and I won't even need to intervene. They should be able to 'discipline' that Jiang Bei until he's barely human and begging on his knees!"

A mocking curve formed on Qin Yang's lips. "Naturally. Four Eighth Rank Great Trainings against a snot-nosed Squad Leader—if they still can't vent my anger for me, then they're complete and utter trash! This will also let the entire Ren-Rank Camp clearly understand the consequences of provoking my Dingzi Camp—"

At that moment, the carriage suddenly came to an abrupt halt, cutting Qin Yang off.

"What's going on?!"

Qin Yang lifted the carriage curtain in displeasure.

"My lord, th-there's someone ahead!"

The coachman hurriedly reported.

Qin Yang raised his head and looked toward the front of the carriage.

Over ten zhang ahead, a swift horse stood quietly, blocking the middle of the road.

A figure sat astride its back, his robes still stained with blood that had not yet fully dried.

His eyes were incomparably cold, filled with a chilling killing intent that seemed almost tangible!

"Jiang Bei?!"

At the sight of that figure, Qin Yang's pupils abruptly contracted. The smug smile on his face instantly froze, turning into shock, suspicion, and fury!

He had never imagined that not only had this brat not been crippled in the Ren-Rank Camp, but he had actually managed to escape—and even had the nerve and ability to block his path here!

He immediately stepped out of the carriage, staring directly at Jiang Bei ahead of him. His voice was sharp beyond measure. "I never expected you to leave the Ren-Rank Camp completely unharmed! Those pieces of trash, Chen Wu and the others, couldn't even handle such a simple matter!"

As he spoke, his gaze swept behind Jiang Bei. After confirming that Jiang Bei was alone—

The suspicion in his heart was swiftly replaced by furious rage at being provoked.

A mere Squad Leader dared to come alone and intercept him, a commandant of Dingzi Camp?!

What audacity!

Jiang Bei looked at him indifferently, his eyes devoid of the slightest ripple, filled only with chilling killing intent. "I came here today for only one thing—to take your dog life!"

"Impudent!"

Qin Yang trembled with rage as the power of his Seventh Rank Great Training erupted from his body. His robes snapped in the wind. "You? An ignorant brat who doesn't know his place? If Jiang Qingfeng hadn't protected you back in East Camp City, I would've chopped you into a thousand pieces long ago!"

"Brother Qin!"

At that moment, Liu Yun raised a hand from inside the carriage, interrupting Qin Yang's furious outburst.

A disdainful, amused smile hung on his face as he slowly stepped down from the carriage. His gaze swept over Jiang Bei as though appraising a lamb awaiting slaughter. "Brother Qin, why get angry? This man came to throw away his life, saving us the trouble of going back to look for him."

He took several steps forward, and the force of his Seventh Rank Lesser Training rose around him as well. Though not as formidable as Qin Yang's, it still carried considerable pressure. He continued with a smile, "You treated me to a drink today. It wouldn't do to make you personally deal with such trash afterward. Let me take down this death-seeking thing for you!"

Before his words had even faded, killing intent burst from Liu Yun's eyes!

He kicked off the ground, shooting forward like an arrow loosed from a bow!

The qi and blood of his Seventh Rank Lesser Training surged to its limit. He held two fingers together like a blade, and a thread of sharp, needle-like azure force condensed at his fingertips, issuing piercing hisses as it tore through the air and stabbed straight toward the fatal point on Jiang Bei's chest!

This was his famous killing move—Azure Edge Finger!

It was as swift as lightning, vicious and treacherous.

With this strike, he was confident that Jiang Bei, an Eighth Rank Great Training martial artist, would explode on the spot, leaving behind a blood hole!

"Brat, die!"

Liu Yun roared as his Azure Edge Finger was about to reach Jiang Bei.

Yet, in the face of this lethal strike—one that would have forced even an ordinary Seventh Rank Lesser Training martial artist to treat it with utmost caution—Jiang Bei merely raised his eyes coldly.

His gaze was icy and calm, as though he were watching a dead man perform his final ridiculous act.