Sixth-Level Warrior

After a round of celebrations, darkness settled in completely, and it was already late.

Late that night, Linley and Moke sat on the bed, flipping through a rather worn book.

Linley's eyes lit up. "Brother, this Dragonblood Secret Canon says that descendants of our Baruch Clan can awaken their Dragonblood Warrior Bloodline by drinking dragon blood!"

"Doesn't that mean the two of us have a chance to become Dragonblood Warriors too?"

Moke nodded confidently. "Of course. That's what the Dragonblood Secret Canon says!"

He grinned. "Once we're strong enough, we can just capture a Saint Realm dragon and drain its blood. Then it won't just be the two of us."

"Wharton and Father can become Dragonblood Warriors too. All four of us will be Dragonblood Warriors!"

As he spoke, Moke started laughing himself.

The idea sounded like a pipe dream, but Moke knew it wouldn't be long before it came true.

"Right! All four of us will be Dragonblood Warriors!"

Linley grew even more excited and couldn't help rolling around on the bed. "Then, not only will we reclaim the Baruch Clan's ancestral treasure, the Warblade Slaughter, but our clan will also regain the glory it had five thousand years ago!"

Ever since their bloodline tests, their father had often told Moke and Linley how powerful the Baruch Clan used to be.

As a result, both Moke and Linley were eager to see the Baruch Clan rise again.

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

"But this time, there won't just be Dragonblood Warriors. There'll also be Holy Dragon Warriors!"

Moke mused to himself.

"All right, Linley. Go back to bed. You still need to train hard tomorrow."

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

"Hehe, Brother, it's been ages since we slept together."

Linley stayed put on the bed. "How about we sleep together tonight?"

"Mm!"

"All right, then."

Moke smiled and nodded. He was always indulgent with Linley.

Perhaps it was Moke's usual care that made Linley a little more innocent at this age than his counterpart in the original story, more like a child.

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

However, the school year didn't begin until spring the following year.

There were five whole months in between.

So, even though they had celebrated the day before, Moke and Linley went to train on Wu Mountain as usual the next morning.

When Hogg saw the two boys head to Wu Mountain right after breakfast, a fond yet pained smile appeared in his eyes.

His sons were far too sensible. But the more sensible a child was, the more he had to bear.

Perhaps that was why Hogg hadn't said something as heartbreaking as, "If you can't reclaim the Baruch Clan's ancestral treasure, I won't forgive you even after I'm dead," when he gave Moke and Linley the Dragonblood Secret Canon the night before.

He knew it would be easy enough for the two boys to reclaim the Baruch Clan's ancestral treasure after graduating from the Ernst Institute.

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

Wu Mountain

Moke sat cross-legged beside a small stream.

He was circulating the Holy Dragon Secret Canon, making his body seem like a vortex as it continuously absorbed the magic elements drifting nearby.

Some of the magic elements seeped into his flesh and bones, strengthening his body.

But most of them were transformed by the Holy Dragon Secret Canon into Holy Dragon Battle Qi. After circulating through his body, they settled in his lower dantian.

The process of generating new battle qi was slow and yielded very little.

But when Moke felt that the battle qi in his body had reached a sufficient concentration, he once again launched an assault on the Sixth-Level Warrior realm!

"Boom! Boom!"

The battle qi in his dantian surged, slamming against the invisible barrier.

At last, the barrier crumbled. The surging Holy Dragon Battle Qi instantly condensed, forming a sixth golden crystal.

"Sixth-Level Warrior!"

Moke opened his eyes, exhaustion and excitement showing in his gaze.

He rose to his feet. With a thought, countless golden scales instantly covered his body, reflecting golden light under the sun.

"So this is the power of a Ninth-Level Warrior? It's so strong—really strong!"

Moke was thrilled, feeling as though his body contained the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

He even had the feeling that one punch could tear all of Wu Mountain apart!

"An illusion!"

"Just an illusion caused by the huge increase in strength!"

Moke shook his head and murmured, "Wu Mountain is a whole mountain range. Before reaching the Saint Realm, splitting a mountain is still far too difficult."

He remembered that Linley had only destroyed a small mountain after reaching the Saint Realm and gaining deep insight into the Laws, and even then, he'd had to fight the Rock Sword Saint Hederson for a long time.

With a turn of his wrist, the Thunder-Rushing Staff appeared in his hand. It was about two meters long and weighed several thousand pounds.

Before, he'd found it somewhat difficult to lift the staff with one hand.

But now, the several-thousand-pound Thunder-Rushing Staff felt like a toy in Moke's grasp.

Holding it, Moke raced through the forest, moving so fast he seemed to turn into a golden bolt of lightning. The gale he left in his wake sent all the fallen leaves flying, throwing the whole area into chaos!

"My speed and strength probably surpass those of ordinary Ninth-Level experts."

Only after a long while did Moke stop. Once again, he was astonished by the power of a Holy Dragon Warrior.

He had only just entered the Sixth-Level Warrior realm, yet after transforming, his speed and strength were comparable to those of a Ninth-Level Warrior.

Even among Ninth-Level Warriors, Moke would now rank among the very best.

"When I reach the Seventh-Level Warrior realm, I'll probably be a Saint Realm expert after transforming."

Moke pondered. "But there's an enormous gap between Saint Realm experts. It's quite common for a Saint Realm Peak expert to kill someone who's only just entered the Saint Realm with a single move."

The gap between Saint Realm experts could sometimes be greater than the gap between Ninth-Level Warriors and Saint Realm experts.

This was mainly because Saint Realm experts had different levels of insight into the Laws.

"The Laws... How am I supposed to comprehend them?" Moke felt troubled.

Recently, he'd tried to gain insight into the Laws through magic elements, weapon techniques, and other means.

For instance, the Dragonblood Warrior Family recorded three stages for heavy weapons.

The first stage was Weightless as a Feather.

The second was Force.

The third was the stage related to the Laws.

But Moke hadn't even comprehended the first stage, Weightless as a Feather.

"Weightless as a Feather means that even a weapon weighing several thousand pounds feels as light as a feather in your hand!"

"When you strike with a staff, you gather all your strength into one point. The strike looks feather-light, but it's actually extremely dangerous..."

Moke frowned. "With my current strength, I can wield the Thunder-Rushing Staff with ease. But how can I make a staff weighing several thousand pounds feel as light as a feather?"

"How do you even do that?" Moke wondered, deeply troubled.

"Could I be stupid? Maybe I have no talent for comprehending the Laws?"

He widened his eyes.

But soon, he felt at ease again.

Whether it was the three stages for heavy weapons recorded in the Dragonblood Secret Canon or comprehending the Laws, both required time and experience.

Moke was still too young.

He hadn't even been through a real battle yet!

"If I comprehend Weightless as a Feather at this point, I really would be a genius!"

Moke gave a self-mocking smile, put away his weapon, and returned to the arduous task of building up his battle qi and spiritual strength.

Training in the early stages was a dull, tedious process, whether one was building up battle qi or spiritual strength.

But Moke enjoyed it.

He truly relished the feeling of growing stronger step by step.

And so, autumn gave way to spring, and five months passed in the blink of an eye.