Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1622: Chapter 866: Eternal Spear! Falling from the Sky!

The Black Knight Lao Shiyi went out for twenty minutes and returned in high spirits, as if he had drunk a bowl of deer blood.

The problem was, Lao Shiyi hadn’t looked sickly before.

Among all the people present, it should be He Jinqiu who needed the medicine the most; Boss He looked more haggard by the day, clearly not having many days left.

In the end, the one who needed medicine refused to take it, while the one who didn’t need it drank it eagerly.

Qing Chen deduced that perhaps the Black Knights overly rely on magic potions to enhance their strength, which leads to their short lifespans.

It’s said that medicine is three parts poison, and drinking it daily indeed poses great harm.

Assuming that the Black Knights are truly the legacy left by Ren Xiaosu or Ren He on the West Continent, they also face the crisis of being unable to complete the final life-and-death trial once they emerge in the Forbidden Sea.

Therefore, these Black Knights have taken a path completely different from the Eastern Continent. The East relies on breathing techniques for a higher-ceilinged, correct inheritance, while these Black Knights use magic potions to aid their life-and-death trials, forcibly unlocking the genetic lock, which results in the potions backfiring, shortening their lifespans.

Of course, all these assumptions are based on the premise that the Black Knights’ legacy roots truly originate from the knights.

Qing Chen curiously asked, "What level is the Silver City Duke? Is the duke also a non-bloodline inheritance?"

Lao Shiyi smiled and said, "The Black Knights don’t care about bloodlines; walking this path means we won’t have descendants."

"Why do you only choose Asians as heirs? Is it because there is some restriction in the inheritance?" Qing Chen asked out of curiosity.

"No, we just prefer Asians more," Lao Shiyi explained.

Qing Chen joked, "Can I join the Black Knights then?"

Lao Shiyi laughed, "You’re already a Genetic Warrior; you can’t take our path."

At this point, Qing Chen finally tested out the answer he wanted: In this world of legacies, apart from the path of the knight, he hadn’t seen any other practice route that required ordinary people.

Back when Li Tongyun and her group practiced the Zhunti method, they later switched to practice God of Thunder without having to abandon their cultivation, and they gradually converted Zhunti True Qi into the God of Thunder’s thunder pulp. It seems that as long as it’s an orthodox legacy, there are always connections between them.

Only the Knight’s Path, due to the life-and-death trial, requires being an ordinary person.

This Black Knight group has an 80% probability of sharing origins with Qing Chen, but they took the ’wrong path.’

It’s not that Qing Chen discriminates against this path, but when one legacy has two approaches, one allowing a lifespan of 251 years and the other only 40, with equal strength, the latter is undoubtedly flawed.

Who wouldn’t want the chance to live a bit longer?

However, Qing Chen’s casual probing aroused Lao Shiyi’s interest: "Why don’t you come to Silver City? Although you can’t practice our legacy, I can offer you high office, wealth, and a life of luxury and beautiful women and wine."

At this point, Marquis Bolton, who had been eating steak, felt a bit uneasy and said in a low voice, "I can offer you that too."

Lao Shiyi chuckled. Bolton’s reaction confirmed his suspicions.

Since the No. 9 Outpost, Bolton has repeatedly survived and achieved great success, all relying on this steward.

Recently, Bolton’s reputation has soared, but while it might fool others, smart people can’t be fooled. Does this person really look like a war hero? Clearly a trophy wife.

So, if all the credit goes to this steward, then this steward is truly extraordinary!

Lao Shiyi laughed and said, "Our twelve knights are like family. The Silver City Duke is my big brother. Following me is like following the Duke. Additionally, Bolton didn’t say it all; the Silver City Duke has the authority to appoint not just 11 marquises, but 15! If you come to help me, what’s the harm in giving you a marquis title?!"

Never mind the feasibility; just paint the picture first.

Marquis Bolton hurriedly said, "My wife also promised that if you achieve merits in this expedition, a marquis title is naturally within reach."

Lao Shiyi: "I can get you an A-Class Genetic Potion to make you an A-Class expert. Trust me, the genetic potion’s side effects in Silver City are the smallest."

Bolton: "Even if the side effects of an A-Class Genetic Potion are minimal, it’ll still alter your form and shorten your life. If it comes to that, I can ask my wife for one too."

Lao Shiyi: "I can give you 24 beautiful female slaves."

Bolton: "All my wife’s maids are beautiful; I can also give you 24 beautiful maids."

Lao Shiyi stared with wide eyes, thinking, "Just because you have a princess wife, does that make you so great?"

By this point, it didn’t matter how powerful or valuable Qing Chen was; the important thing was that Silver City couldn’t lose face.

He squinted slightly, crossed his legs while sitting on the commander’s seat, and said, "To my knowledge, Bolton has made great contributions, yet how much credit have you actually received? Are you a citizen level 1 or level 2? Follow me, and all the merits will be yours. You’re already a baron level 5!"

This left Bolton dumbfounded. He indeed swallowed a lot of Qing Chen’s credit, which is an undeniable fact...

Previously, he always thought it was justifiable, but now that Lao Shiyi pointed it out, he realized he owed Qing Chen quite a bit.

Bolton said nothing more, continued to bite into his steak, his eyes red with grievance.

Bolton remained silent for a long time before muttering, "I’m sorry..."

Qing Chen was speechless; what kind of marquis is this? Clearly, he’s like a girl who can’t win an argument and ends up crying in grievance!