"..." Lin Qian's words made Lei Qian choke, and he didn't know how to respond.
Thinking about it carefully, Lin Qian was right. He'd almost been killed yesterday, but now he wanted to call Lin Qian boss. Anyone who heard this would find it absurd.
However, the truth was just that miraculous sometimes.
Lei Qian also came to a realization after yesterday's miserable defeat.
In reality, he wasn't anything special. There were many people more talented than him. Maintaining his original arrogance was just so laughable.
Moreover, Lin Qian's words had also struck a nerve.
Indeed, what kind of ability was there to put on airs and bully the disciples of the Myriad Sect?
Only those who could bully the Victorious Heavens Sect outside were capable.
Lei Qian realized that the people who killed his parents were from the Victorious Heavens Sect. Moreover, the conflict between the Myriad Sect and the Victorious Heavens Sect had been going on for a long time. Who knew if a conflict would erupt between the two sects in the future?
Since that was the case, what Lei Qian needed to do now was to increase his strength.
Lei Qian thought of Lin Qian!
One was marked by the company one kept. If he followed the powerful Lin Qian, he would likely learn many things as well.
Moreover, Lin Qian's clean victory over him was enough to convince Lei Qian.
Lin Qian finally understood when he saw the resolute expression on Lei Qian's face.
When a person who thought highly of himself and was arrogant was defeated and suffered a setback, two situations would occur.
The first would be a twisted mindset, and would use any means necessary to take revenge on the person who defeated him in order to regain his self-esteem.
The second would be a person who accepted wholeheartedly and humbly sought guidance in order to improve their own abilities.
It was obvious that Lei Qian belonged to the latter.
"If you recognize me as Boss and cultivate with me, what will happen to the disciples that follow you?" Lin Qian turned to the stone table and poured another cup of tea.
Lei Qian took two steps back without batting an eyelid. "I established the Lightning Rush Union, so the position of president will naturally be given to boss."
"You're just going to call it that?" Hearing Lei Qian's words, Lin Qian was a little surprised. "But I have something to tell you. I can't be bothered with that Lightning Rush Union. You can follow me to train."
Lin Qian's expression suddenly changed as he stared at Lei Qian.
In an instant, Lei Qian felt as if the mountains and rivers were pressing down on him. The pressure of a Monarch emerged from Lin Qian's body, causing his expression to change.
"If I find out that you're playing tricks on me, I'll definitely kill you. I won't hold back." Lin Qian's tone was filled with killing intent, causing Lei Qian to shiver involuntarily.
Back then, Lin Qian did not have the slightest bit of cultivation. In order to survive, his hands were stained with blood.
Moreover, he was extremely ruthless.
If he wasn't ruthless enough, how could he deter those murderers who even ate people, so that his days would be a little more peaceful?
Lei Qian took a deep breath and solemnly said to Lin Qian, "Now I understand. I only want to train by your side and increase my strength. I don't want to be like before, gathering a group of people to act like tyrants. That's only on the surface. "
After listening to Lei Qian's words, Lin Qian fell silent for a moment before pouring another cup of tea. He walked up to Lei Qian and handed it to him, "Training with me is very bitter. Can you keep up?"
"Yes!" Lei Qian accepted the cup with a resolute expression. Then, he drank the tea in one gulp.
When he finished, his expression changed. The tea was too bitter and astringent.
However, Lei Qian did not make a sound. His Adam's apple moved and he forcefully swallowed the tea.
That evening, Lei Heng looked at his grandson Lei Qian in shock, "Qian 'er, what happened to you?"
At this moment, Lei Qian was covered in injuries and sweat, as if he had been fished out of water. At the same time, his face was pale, his lips cracked and his breathing was extremely weak.
"I'm fine. It's just that after training with Lin Qian, I became like this." Lei Qian waved his hand at his grandfather and bitterly smiled. "I really did not expect Lin Qian's training intensity to be so terrifying."
Hearing his grandson's words, Lei Heng was completely stunned. The grandson in front of him had always been hardworking and this made him feel very gratified.
In the end, after training with Lin Qian for a day, his grandson actually said that Lin Qian's training intensity was terrifying. This surprised Lei Heng.
"Because when Lin Qian trains, he doesn't rest at all." Lei Qian was supported by his grandfather as they walked towards the residence. "He started training in the morning. Other than going to the toilet and eating, he has been training the entire time. He doesn't rest at all."
"He doesn't rest at all?" Lei Heng was truly shocked when he heard his grandson's words.
A person's energy was limited. If they trained too much, they would go crazy and cause problems.
Could it be that Lin Qian was made of iron and would not feel tired?
However, Lei Heng and Lei Qian would never expect that Lin Qian had lived two lives. With two souls combined, his energy was naturally limitless.
"Monster. It's really not an injustice to lose to such a monster." Lei Qian could not help but sigh as he returned to his room with his grandfather's support.
At this moment, the monster that Lei Qian spoke of had already eaten dinner with his master and returned to his room to continue training.
In the room, there was a wooden bucket that was still filled with scarlet medicinal liquid.
Nirvana Flame Bath!
Back then, Zhuge Ming had sent him news regarding the nine cycles of Nirvana cultivation.
According to the normal situation of a soul martial artist's cultivation, after nine cycles of Nirvana, one would have reached their limit.
At that time, the soul power in the Dantian would already be abnormally strong and could not dissipate on its own to stimulate the martial soul.
If external forces were used, the Dantian might even be damaged.
At this time, the soul martial artist would also break through to the Nirvana realm.
However, according to the research of Zhuge Ming's Ministry of Heavenly Works, this was indeed the case for ordinary soul martial artists.
However, Lin Qian's situation was a little special.
This was because Lin Qian had lived two lives. The strength of his soul was already a level higher than others. Furthermore, he had the unique Twin Martial Souls.
Moreover, the strength of Lin Qian's physical body was unexpectedly strong. It could even be said to be nature-defying.
According to Zhuge Ming's calculations, Lin Qian should be able to continue cultivating nine cycles of Nirvana with the help of the Nirvana Flame Bath.
Of course, if Lin Qian succeeded, it would not be called the nine cycles of Nirvana cultivation.
Yesterday, when they returned to the Hua Xia Empire, Lin Qian and Zhuge Ming had a good discussion about how to fix it.
Now, it was Lin Qian's turn to try to break through his limits.
After taking off his clothes, Lin Qian got up and entered the wooden barrel just like the previous time. He sat inside and let the Nirvana Flame Bath wash over his body.
The scorching and overbearing medicinal power was like lava. Once again, it surged into Lin Qian's body to help him complete this unprecedented feat.
In the Hua Xia Empire, in the main hall that controlled the spiritual energy output of Lin Qian's Dantian, Zhuge Ming led three hundred thousand elite Scribes from the Ministry of Heavenly Works and waited in formation.
This matter was extremely important to their emperor, Lin Qian, and they could not afford to make any mistakes. These Scribes all had a solemn expression.
Seeing the data on the thousands of tactical mirrors fluctuating, Zhuge Ming shouted.
"For His Majesty!"
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