Level 6 Warrior

After the celebration, the sky had turned completely dark; it was already very late.

Late at night, Linley and Moke sat on the bed, flipping through a rather tattered book in their hands.

Linley's eyes shone brightly: "Brother, this Dragonblood Secret Canon actually says that descendants of our Baruch Clan can activate the Dragonblood Warrior bloodline by consuming dragon blood!"

"Doesn't this mean that both of us have a chance to become Dragonblood Warriors?"

Moke nodded affirmatively: "Of course, it is all recorded in the Dragonblood Secret Canon!"

He chuckled: "Once we become powerful in the future, we will just go catch a Saint-level dragon and drain its blood. By then, it won't just be the two of us."

Wharton and Father will also be able to become Dragonblood Warriors. Our family of four will all be Dragonblood Warriors!"

As he spoke, Moke began to laugh himself.

This idea seemed like a fantasy, but in reality, Moke knew it wouldn't be long before it became a reality.

"Right, our family of four will all be Dragonblood Warriors!"

Linley was even more excited, unable to help but roll around on the bed: "By then, let alone retrieving our Baruch Clan's heirloom, the Warblade Slaughter, our Baruch Clan will be able to recreate the glory of five thousand years ago!"

Ever since their bloodline test, Moke and Linley had been frequently instilled by their father with thoughts of how powerful the Baruch Clan once was.

This led Moke and Linley to be quite expectant of seeing the Baruch Clan rise again.

To make the name of the Dragonblood Warrior resound across the continent once more!

However, this time, it won't just be Dragonblood Warriors, but also Holy Dragon Warriors!

Moke muttered to himself.

"Alright Linley, hurry back to sleep. We still have to train hard tomorrow."

Moke put down the Dragonblood Secret Canon that Hogg had given them that evening and urged his younger brother to go back to his room to sleep.

"Hehe, Brother, we haven't slept together in a long time."

Linley lingered on the bed, refusing to leave: "How about we sleep together tonight?"

"Hmm!"

"Alright then."

Moke smiled and nodded; he was still quite doting toward Linley.

Perhaps it was due to Moke's usual care that this version of Linley possessed a touch more innocence compared to the original work, appearing relatively more like a child.

The enrollment tests for the various magic academies were held in late autumn every year.

However, the actual start of school was in the spring of the following year.

There was a full five-month gap in between.

Therefore, despite the celebration yesterday, Moke and Linley headed to Wu Mountain to train as usual the next day.

Seeing the two of them head toward Wu Mountain after finishing breakfast, a hint of both a smile and heartache appeared in the depths of Hogg's eyes.

His two sons were too sensible, but the more sensible a child was, the more they had to endure.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Hogg did not say the heart-wrenching words he had in the original work when he handed the Dragonblood Secret Canon to Moke and Linley last night: "If you cannot retrieve the heirloom of our Baruch Clan, I will not forgive you even if I die."

He knew that after his two sons graduated from the Ernst Institute, retrieving the Baruch Clan's heirloom would be quite simple.

After all, the family that possessed the Warblade Slaughter was merely an ordinary noble family in the Fenlai Kingdom.

Wu Mountain.

Moke sat cross-legged by a small stream.

He was circulating the Holy Dragon Secret Canon, making his body act like a vortex, constantly absorbing the magic elements wandering in the surroundings.

A portion of the magic elements merged into his flesh and bones, strengthening his physique.

However, the majority of the magic elements were converted into Holy Dragon Battle Qi through the Holy Dragon Secret Canon, circulating through his body once before finally settling in his lower dantian.

In this process, the generation of new battle qi was sparse and slow.

However, at a certain moment, when Moke felt the concentration of battle qi in his body was sufficient, he fiercely launched another charge toward the sixth-rank warrior level!

"Boom! Boom!"

The battle qi in his dantian surged, charging toward that invisible barrier.

At a certain moment, this invisible barrier was shattered, and the massive Holy Dragon Battle Qi instantly condensed, forming the sixth golden crystal.

"Sixth-rank warrior!"

Moke opened his eyes, a look of exhaustion yet excitement showing in them.

He stood up, and with a thought, dense golden scales instantly covered his body, refracting a golden light under the sun.

"Is this the power of a ninth-rank warrior? So strong, truly so strong!"

Moke felt a surge of excitement in his heart, sensing the heaven-destroying power contained within his body.

He even had a premonition that he could tear the entire Wu Mountain apart with a single punch!

An illusion!

An illusion brought about by such a sudden explosion of power!

Moke shook his head and muttered, "Wu Mountain is still a mountain range, after all. Before reaching the Saint Realm, trying to split a mountain is still too difficult."

He remembered that it was only after Linley had reached the Saint Realm, and had attained a deep understanding of the Laws, that he managed to destroy a small mountain after a long, bitter battle with the Rock Sword Saint Haydson.

With a flip of his wrist, the Thunder-Rushing Staff, two meters long and weighing several thousand jin, appeared in his hand.

Previously, lifting the staff with one hand had been slightly strenuous.

But now, this multi-thousand-jin Thunder-Rushing Staff felt like a toy in Moke's hands.

Wielding the Thunder-Rushing Staff, Moke darted through the forest, his speed so fast he almost transformed into a golden bolt of lightning; wherever he passed, the fallen leaves were swept up by the gale, instantly throwing the entire area into chaos!

"My speed and strength have likely both surpassed that of an average ninth-rank expert."

After a long while, Moke finally stopped, his heart once again astonished by the might of a Holy Dragon Warrior.

He had only just entered the sixth-rank warrior realm, yet after transforming, he possessed speed and strength comparable to a ninth-rank warrior.

In fact, the current Moke could be considered exceptionally outstanding even among ninth-rank warriors.

"When I step into the seventh-rank warrior realm, I will likely be a Saint Realm expert after transforming."

Moke pondered, "However, the gap between Saint Realm experts is immense; it is quite common for a peak Saint Realm expert to kill someone who has just entered the Saint Realm with a single move."

The gap between Saint Realm experts is sometimes even greater than the gap between a ninth-rank warrior and the Saint Realm.

And all of this is primarily due to the differing levels of comprehension of the Laws among Saint Realm experts.

"The Laws, how exactly does one comprehend the Laws?" Moke felt somewhat troubled.

Recently, he had actually been trying to comprehend the Laws through magic elements, weapon techniques, and the like.

For instance, the three realms of heavy weapons recorded by the Dragonblood Warrior clan.

The first realm: Weightless as a Feather.

The second realm: Momentum.

The third realm is the one concerning the Laws.

However, the current Moke had not even grasped the first realm, Weightless as a Feather.

"Weightless as a Feather means that even a weapon weighing several thousand jin feels as light as a feather in one's hand!"

"When a staff is swung, all the body's power is concentrated into a single point; it looks light and airy, but it is actually extremely dangerous..."

Moke frowned, "With my current strength, I can easily wield the Thunder-Rushing Staff, but how do I make a several-thousand-jin staff feel as light as a feather?"

"How on earth is that achieved?" Moke felt quite distressed.

Am I an idiot? Do I have no talent for comprehending the Laws?

He stared wide-eyed.

But soon, he felt relieved.

Whether it was the three realms of heavy weapons recorded in the Dragonblood Secret Canon or the comprehension of the Laws, both required the accumulation of time.

Moke was still too young.

Up until now, he had not even experienced a single true battle!

"If I could comprehend Weightless as a Feather at this moment, I would truly be a genius!"

Moke gave a self-deprecating smile, then put away his weapon and once again immersed himself in the arduous training of accumulating battle qi and spiritual energy.

In the early stages of cultivation, both the accumulation of battle qi and spiritual energy were dull and tedious processes.

However, Moke found joy in it.

He truly enjoyed the sensation of growing stronger step by step.

And so, autumn passed and spring arrived; in the blink of an eye, five months had gone by.