Bored, I want to see rivers of blood!

"Boss, check out..."

Looking at the drunk Qianye, Fendi took out a roll of bills. The bills were very long and fell straight to the ground.

"The total is 11451 Mora. Since you are a regular customer, I will round off the amount and make it Mora..."

Looking at the huge bill in front of him, Qianye's eyes widened. He never thought that his slip of the tongue would make him bear such a huge bill.

Even though I had been cleaning up the Hill Chow tribe for so long, I had only saved up 10 million Mora. A drinking party could actually cost so much... The money I had saved was not enough...

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Qianye in front of him, Fendi smiled. Then he slowly said

"Oh, this is indeed a huge sum of money. But...if you can promise me one thing, not only can I not charge you this money, but I can also let you drink for free when you come to the Dawn Tavern in the future. What do you think?"

Qianye thought for a moment. Being able to save such a huge sum of money and get free meals at the Dawn Tavern in the future... this is indeed a good proposal. However, if the request goes against his principles, then it is not a good deal...

After hesitating for a moment, Qianye finally spoke.

"As long as this matter does not violate my principles, I can accept it. Then, please speak..."

Hearing Qianye's words of agreement, Fendi was overjoyed. It was not easy to find such a strong man, especially if he was willing to promise her something, which was even more difficult to find...

Hiding his smile, Fendi slowly spoke

"I hope you can accept my son as your disciple and teach him the art of fighting. I don't ask him to reach your strength, as long as he can reach the level of a knight team leader..."

"As for accepting a disciple... I have never accepted a disciple before. But since I have promised you, I will do my best to teach you. Let him come to me tomorrow..."

After a conversation, Qianye left reluctantly. Before leaving, he carried Wendy, who was drunk and sleeping on the table, on his back and slowly left the Dawn Tavern.

The next morning, just after dawn, Qianye was still sleeping soundly, and Wendy was awakened by a knock on the door. He opened his tired eyes, rubbed his eyes, and slowly opened the door impatiently.

"Who is it? You're disturbing my sleep so early in the morning!"

"Hello, are you Mr. Qianye? I am Fendi's son, Chris Leggen Fend..."

What caught Wendy's eyes was a child of no more than ten years old, with red hair. The white and cute face smiled at her a little reservedly. When she saw this boy, Wendy rubbed her hair helplessly. She said a little embarrassedly

"I'm sorry, Chris. The master who wants to take you in as his apprentice is still sleeping. Why don't you come in and have some tea first..."

After arranging Chris into the house, Wendy immediately ran to the bedroom. Looking at Qianye who was still sleeping soundly, Wendy had no mercy at all. A little wind elemental power was wrapped around her elbow, and then. Wendy immediately jumped up high, and aimed her elbow at Qianye's abdomen...

"God's Elbow!"

"puff!"

After being hit by an elbow, Qianye woke up in pain. Then, anger erupted from his eyes. Killing intent surged like a tide...

"Clown, what are you messing with!"

Qianye roared and chased the fleeing Wendy in the bedroom, while Wendy ran around and ran to the living room. Then she hid behind Chris and looked at the boy in front of her who looked a bit like the boss of Fendi.

Qianye also knew that this was not the time to make trouble with Wendy. He had to take Chris in first, thinking so. Qianye glared at Wendy who was hiding behind Chris, then changed into a new set of clothes. He slowly sat in front of Chris...

Chris looked at the powerful man in front of him who was like a giant, and became extremely nervous.

Would he be dissatisfied with me? Would he be unwilling to accept me as his apprentice?

Many thoughts emerged in the child's mind, but before Chris could speak, Qianye's deep and slightly oppressive voice came out.

"Child, are you willing to take me as your master? The training you receive will bring you to the brink of death countless times, but it will significantly improve your strength. And I have agreed to your father's request, so naturally... I will do my best to teach you..."

"I am willing!"

Without much hesitation, Chris agreed. Although his thin body was trembling with fear, his will was extremely firm.

Listening to the child's voice, Qianye nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good. I hope you can keep this will. My training will be extremely hard. I hope you can always remember what I said today."

After accepting this disciple, Qianye began to think about how to let him embark on his first trial.

"Have you ever killed a Hilichurl or any other monster?"

"Does slime count?"

"Not bad, I have already estimated your strength. After dinner, I will take you to start the first trial..."

Having said that, Qianye and Wendy finished their breakfast and took Chris, who was stunned by Qianye's appetite, to Old Mondstadt. There were several large hill tribes in Old Mondstadt.

Qianye anchored a small tribe of about a thousand hillock people, looking at Chris who was a little reserved beside him. Qianye picked up a wooden stick casually, pointed at the hillock tribe in the distance and said

"Let's begin your first trial. I want you to leave this tribe alive with this stick in your hand. I won't save you during this period. You still have time to think about it..."

Chris looked at the thousands of hillbilly tribes and Qianye's relaxed expression, and swallowed.

"Master, are you kidding me? If you give me a stick, I will be able to escape from this tribe alive..."

Without waiting for Chris to refute, Qianye held him and jumped to the center of the hill tribe. After putting him down, he punched a hill thug in the head. He turned around and jumped away from the tribe...

Chris looked at the "kind" hillbillies around him and cursed. He waved his stick randomly and was soon surrounded by a bunch of hillbillies. He was beaten and kicked, and then the hillbillies raised their axes...

Qianye, who was watching all this, slapped his forehead helplessly. This time he had to go and save him. He didn't expect that Chris would agree so readily. His actual fighting ability was not even as good as when he was three years old...

There was no other way, Qianye jumped again. He stomped on the head of the hillock thug and chopped all the hillocks surrounding Chris in half with his claws. He easily saved Chris...

(To be continued in the next chapter)

Chapter 30 About Apprentice

Looking at Chris who was beaten into a pig's head, Qianye slapped his forehead helplessly. He grabbed Chris and jumped back to the previous position. When the hillbillies saw the enemy leave, they could only humiliate themselves and pick up the bodies of their companions.

"Master, do you want to kill me? You threw me into the middle of the hill tribe with a stick. You must be murdering me!"

Chris, whose head was swollen like a pig, kept yelling, and Qianye was already regretting it. It was really difficult to teach this apprentice, and he had already reduced a lot of difficulties for this apprentice.

When he was three years old, he could already kill a small tribe of hillock people with a machete, and the only requirement for this apprentice was to let him survive the hands of a bunch of hillock people. Is this difficult?

"Alas... I overestimated you. I have already lowered the difficulty for you. It seems that I still need to lower the difficulty a little more. There is no other way... I have already made a promise. I can only teach you with all my heart..."

Without answering Chris, Qianye sighed. He turned around and looked at Wendy beside him in despair. He regretted accepting him as a disciple. Although, he knew that his talent was not something that ordinary people could possess. But... it shouldn't be that far behind, right?

Wendy covered her mouth and laughed secretly, while Chris listened to Qianye's words. He felt extremely humiliated. He was from the Leigenfend family. He was in charge of Mond Wine Industry, and his ancestors were all knights. When had he ever been humiliated and looked down upon like this?

"No need to lower the difficulty, Master. I will definitely kill all of this small tribe of hillbillies. Just watch!"

Chris's face flushed, and he decisively rejected Qianye's request to lower the difficulty. Then, he picked up the stick and slowly ran towards the previous tribe.

Looking at this disciple, Qianye's heart was filled with emotion.

It seems that it is not completely useless, and your courage is commendable...

Three minutes later, Chris was hit by a shield-wielding hillock thug and flew three meters high. His whole body was swollen, and his left hand holding the stick was hanging down limply. It seemed to be broken, and two lines of tears slid down his face...

Looking at this disciple, Qianye slapped his forehead again. And Wendy couldn't hold it back any longer, lying on the ground laughing non-stop.

"It's really too confusing. I thought he could give a satisfactory answer... Alas..."

When Chris was about to be beaten to death by the Hill Chow thugs, Qianye appeared again. He did not use any weapons, but just a punch. The wooden shield that seemed indestructible in Chris's eyes shattered, but it was not over yet.

The fist went straight through the chest of the Hilliard thug, and drops of blood dyed the blue ground red.

Qianye grabbed Chris and returned to the original place again, looking at Wendy who was rolling and laughing. Qianye frowned, then punched Wendy lightly on the head.

"Stop laughing. Help him with his treatment first. I'll treat you to a drink later..."

…………

After treating Chris, Qianye built a bonfire in Old Mond at night and sat beside it. Wendy had gone home, but Qianye did not leave. He planned to train Chris well, and because of Qianye.

Chris could only stay and sit by the campfire. Chris looked at Qianye who was resting with his eyes closed, and countless thoughts were swirling in his mind. But in the end, he still spoke.

"Master, why is your training so cruel? What have you experienced..."

Qianye opened his eyes and looked at Chris who was sitting beside him. Qianye smiled and said

"It's nothing, maybe it's innate. My physical fitness has always been far superior to that of ordinary people, and so is my strength. But..."

"Until I met my master, the strength I had always been proud of became a joke. In front of her, I was like an ant that could be killed at will. Even though I knew she would not do that, my pride and self-esteem would not allow me to always be inferior to others..."

“So I left that place and went out for the trial instead.”

Listening to Qianye's story, Chris felt proud. Such a person is actually my master, so my future will definitely not be bad. However, despite having such thoughts, Chris still asked with concern

"So, Master, where are your parents?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I think that they must be extraordinary to give birth to someone with a body shape like yours, Master..."

Listening to Chris's somewhat naive words, Qianye couldn't bear to hurt his innocence, so he decided to tell a little lie.

"That's right. My parents are both powerful beings with a height of 7 meters. But later, they went to another country. I was entrusted to the care of their friend, my adoptive mother..."

"Then... Master, what kind of person is your adoptive mother?"

"Ask, ask, ask, are you asking a hundred thousand whys?! Go to bed, or I'll throw you to Tevarin for breakfast tomorrow!"

Seeing the somewhat angry Qianye, Chris did not ask any more questions. With his admiration for his master, he fell asleep...

The next morning, when Chris woke up, he saw Qianye eating barbecue. He ate more than half of it in one bite, which made Chris wonder if he would choke to death.

"Come... continue training after breakfast, and try to achieve the achievement of single-handedly killing a small tribe as soon as possible."

"Ok!"

Chris smiled brightly and took the barbecue from Qianye. After taking a bite, Chris's face froze. The meat was not salted and had a fishy smell.

"Master, your meat tastes terrible. Why don't you add salt?"

"It's good enough to have something to eat, why are you asking for so much? If you keep on talking, I'll throw you out to fight with the hillick thugs..."

Seeing the impatient Qianye, Chris could only suppress these thoughts. Then he ate the barbecue bite by bite. Then, Chris was thrown into a life-and-death fight with the hillbillies. Seeing Chris being chased by a thousand hillbillies, Qianye ate a sunset fruit and decided to take a nap first...

Around noon, Chris had been caught by the Hilliards. The four Hilliard thugs looked at the delicate and tender Chris and laughed...

"Oh my, what a cute child's teeth..."

"Your shit is mine now~"

"Hehe...I want to eat a hot dog~"

"Oh, look... this delicate skin is so tempting~"

Looking at the four hillock thugs in front of him, for Chris, this is far more terrifying than other monsters, more terrifying! In despair, Chris immediately shouted

"Master, save my teeth!"

At the moment when the four hillock thugs approached the tied up Chris, Qianye rushed over and easily defeated the fourth hillock thug who rushed over to rescue his apprentice.

"I just took a nap and you were caught. It's really speechless. You can handle it yourself..."

After untying the ropes that bound Chris, Chris looked at the beaten up Hillock thug. He wanted to vent out all the anger that had nearly made him get beaten, so he picked up the stick.

Without waiting for the Hillic Thug to beg for mercy, Chris smashed the Hillic Thug's hot dog with a stick. Then he continued to swing the stick to beat the rest of the Hillic Thug to death, even though their bodies were already covered in blood. Chris continued to swing the stick...

"Okay, if you don't want to be humiliated like this in the future, keep getting stronger."

After stopping the insane Chris, Qianye took Chris, who was beaten into a pig's head, back to the temporary camp.

(To be continued in the next chapter)

Chapter 31: Recognition from Tevarin

[During this week, Qianye had Chris go through various near-death training countless times. Chris was in pain and happy. The pain was because it really hurt. The happiness was because Qianye's training was really effective. He had already reached the point where he could single-handedly defeat a small tribe of hillbillies...]

[Now he is only ten years old, and his future is bright. It is not a problem for him to become the leader of the Knights in the future. Chris began to smile foolishly while thinking this. However, Qianye, who could not stand it any longer, soon arranged a higher requirement for him. Solo kill a large tribe of hill people...]

"Okay, I have fulfilled your father's request. Your current strength has reached the level of a knight team leader, so I don't need to continue teaching you..."

Looking at Chris in front of him, Qianye spoke again

"Although... I don't need to teach you anymore. However, if you want to become stronger, you can still stay. I will still do my best to teach you. It all depends on your choice..."

Listening to Qianye's words, Chris recalled Qianye's teachings during this period. Before the trial, he clearly said that he would not save him, but when he saw that he was about to be beaten to death, he still came...

The conversations by the campfire, the barbecue they had in the morning, his past... and other events made Chris difficult to make a decision. His trials were extremely difficult, and his teachings were very effective...

"I want to continue to practice with Master. I don't want to stop here... So, please don't chase me away."

As he spoke, Chris almost cried.

Looking at Chris's appearance, Qianye laughed and scolded

"How can you, a real man, cry? Dry your tears and continue practicing!"