Gao Yingjie's Doubts

"I represent the Knight Temple in thanking you and the Shadow Hall Master for your timely assistance."

Seeing Lin Feng studying him, Gao Yingjie gave him a Knight's Salute to express his gratitude.

Looking at the stern-faced, upright, and steadfast Gao Yingjie before him, Lin Feng found it hard to believe that this was the same man from the original story who never fought back when his wife hit him and never talked back when she scolded him.

The contrast was simply too great.

Seeing Lin Feng merely staring at him, Gao Yingjie had a huge question mark hanging over his head.

He might have been rather handsome, but surely he was not so attractive that even children fell for him, right?

Gao Yingjie gave a light cough and tried asking, "Um... have we met somewhere before?"

Faced with Gao Yingjie's repeated question, Lin Feng finally came back to his senses.

"No. It's just that your hair reminded me of an old acquaintance."

"An old acquaintance?"

"Then I suppose he was, like me, a Seventh Rank knight?"

"Not at all. He was an ordinary person, though he was famous in our village for being afraid of his wife..."

As he said this, Lin Feng quietly observed Gao Yingjie's expression.

Sure enough, the moment Lin Feng's words left his mouth, a flash of panic flickered through Gao Yingjie's eyes, and Lin Feng caught it precisely.

"Ahem." Gao Yingjie concealed the panic in his heart with a cough, then explained, "I think it is a good thing for a man to be afraid of his wife. It shows that he must love his wife very much, and that his wife must be very beautiful."

Hiss...

That actually made a bit of sense.

Lin Feng held his chin, and the image of Cai'er after her Death God Awakening, wielding Death God's Scythe, involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

He could not help but shudder.

He immediately rejected Gao Yingjie's crooked logic.

A man still needed some standing in the household...

When Ying Suifeng heard their conversation, black lines formed across his forehead.

Captain Gao, just listen to what you are saying to an eight-year-old child.

Bound by his aloof persona, Ying Suifeng still held himself back.

Fortunately, a knight approached just then and reported, "Captain Gao, the Wolf Demons have all been dealt with, and their identities have been verified. They were indeed from the batch that previously escaped from Ao Ding Town."

When someone came over, Gao Yingjie's expression returned to its previous sternness.

"Mm, understood. Go tally this operation's casualties as well, and make sure the dead are properly buried."

As he said this, Gao Yingjie's voice noticeably lowered. Even though he had grown accustomed to the brutality of the battlefield, he still found it difficult to accept the Wolf Demons' massacre this time.

But as the leader of a team, he had to remain calm and clear-headed.

"Yes."

After the knight making the report left, Gao Yingjie was clearly no longer as relaxed as he had been while talking with Lin Feng. Instead, he seemed somewhat weighed down.

"Little brother, I still don't know your name. Tell me, so I can register it when I return. Since your information has not yet been entered into the Temple Alliance, you do not have an account yet. Your Merit Points cannot be transferred into your account for the time being."

"Lin Feng."

Gao Yingjie raised an arm, and a projection appeared before him.

His other hand swiftly entered Lin Feng's information.

"Assassin Temple, Lin Feng..." Gao Yingjie asked as he entered the information, "How old are you?"

Lin Feng looked up at Ying Suifeng and saw her nod.

"Eight."

"Ei... eight?" Gao Yingjie, who was recording the information, froze for a moment and turned to glance at Lin Feng. He had assumed Lin Feng was at least ten years old. Although he was a little short, that was still normal.

But eight years old? Was that reasonable? It was not reasonable at all.

At eight years old, he had killed a Fifth Stage Wolf Demon and seemingly possessed summoning skills from the Soul Temple.

Although Gao Yingjie had not seen Lin Feng's battle with the Wolf Demon, when he arrived, the Wolf Demon had indeed been lying at Lin Feng's feet. He had also personally witnessed Lin Feng summon a magical beast.

The survivors had all said that Lin Feng had killed the Fifth Stage Wolf Demon.

If Lin Feng had been ten and possessed Fourth Stage strength, killing a Fifth Stage Wolf Demon would have been difficult to believe, but it would not have been impossible.

But an eight-year-old reaching the Fourth Stage—even if he were willing to believe it, would the Temple Alliance believe it?

That was simply too absurd.

Seeing Ying Suifeng remain silent at the side, Gao Yingjie asked sternly, "Are you sure you only turned eight this year?"

"Yes."

"Would it be convenient to tell me your current spiritual energy?"

Lin Feng thought back for a moment before saying thoughtfully, "When I tested a few days ago, my spiritual energy was 206."

Gao Yingjie frowned slightly. He would rather believe that Lin Feng was an eight-year-old Fourth Stage powerhouse than believe that someone at the Third Stage could kill a Fifth Stage Wolf Demon.

Was this not an outrageous joke?

Even though assassins had the greatest burst power among all professions of the same rank,

there was ultimately an insurmountable gulf between the two.

Upon reaching the Fourth Stage, one could project spiritual energy outward. Upon reaching the Fifth Stage, one could liquefy spiritual energy.

A Fifth Stage powerhouse's muscle density had long surpassed the limits of ordinary human understanding. A Third Stage fighter simply could not break through a Fifth Stage Wolf Demon's defenses.

Gao Yingjie let out a long sigh. "It's not that I don't want to believe you, but this is too outrageous. A Third Stage assassin killing a Fifth Stage Wolf Demon is unrealistic."

"That wasn't the case. That Fifth Stage Wolf Demon had already been severely injured by a Fifth Stage knight. I merely delivered the finishing blow."

Hearing this, Gao Yingjie breathed a sigh of relief. Put that way, it could barely be explained.

After all, Lin Feng was Ying Suifeng's disciple from the Assassin Temple's Xia Ying Hall. An eight-year-old at the Third Stage was not impossible.

Seeing that Gao Yingjie did not continue questioning him, Lin Feng smiled and said nothing more.

An eight-year-old Third Stage genius was rare, but an eight-year-old with God's Favor Awakening was unprecedented.

There was no need for him to expose his trump card.

After completing the basic registration, Gao Yingjie looked at Lin Feng and said, "Someone has already gone to calculate your Merit Points from this operation. They will be entered into the Temple Alliance archives along with your information. Once you activate your account, the Merit Points will be deposited automatically."

"Mm, thank you, Captain Gao."

"No need. I should be thanking you for saving the remaining people. If you and the Shadow Hall Master had not arrived in time..."

"I'm afraid my entire squad would have been wiped out as well." Thinking of the large number of Wolf Demons lying in ambush outside the village, as well as that Seventh Rank Wolf Demon, Gao Yingjie could not help feeling a lingering fear.

"Forget it. I won't say any more unnecessary words. When you come to Holy City in the future, I'll treat you to a proper feast."

"With your talent, perhaps we'll meet at the next Demon Hunt Squad Selection Competition."

"The Demon Hunt Squad Selection Competition?"

Seeing Lin Feng's confused expression, Gao Yingjie explained, "Five years from now will be the next Demon Hunt Squad Selection Competition. When the time comes, geniuses from the Six Great Temples will gather in Holy City to participate in the Alliance's Demon Hunt Squad selection."

"With your talent, you will probably reach the Fourth Rank Mid Stage by then, perhaps even higher. You will have every chance to give it a try."

Five years...

That was right. How had he forgotten something so important? There were only five years left until the Demon Hunt Squad Selection Competition. It seemed he needed to speed up his growth.