Rank 8 Demon Purifier

As Chen Lin finished adding points, the Basic Body Tempering Method upgraded from level 2 to level 3. Faint streams of warmth flowed from his pores throughout his body, strengthening his physique and gradually transforming him from an ordinary mortal into someone extraordinary.

Nourished by the warmth, his sore and aching muscles, tired from a day of slaughtering, felt much more relaxed. Chen Lin couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

"Hiss~"

Glancing at the Jade Book, which showed his physical strength increasing from 62 to 70, a flicker of joy crossed Chen Lin's mind.

At this moment, he felt confident he could easily obtain the Demon Slayer Envoy status in a month.

Time flew by.

More than twenty days passed quickly amidst Chen Lin's painful yet joyful endeavors.

With eight days left until the Demon Slayer Envoy assessment, Chen Lin, under Dong Wu's reluctant gaze, resigned from his butcher job to prepare for the assessment.

It wasn't that Chen Lin didn't want to continue accumulating Slaughter Points at the slaughterhouse. It was just that in the remaining eight days, he not only needed to pass the War God Temple's entrance examination but also set aside ample time to apply for the Demon Slayer Envoy assessment, which was eight days away.

Otherwise, if he delayed, all his efforts during this period would be wasted. The next opportunity to participate in the Demon Slayer Envoy assessment would be three years later.

Chen Lin had considered the plan of using points to boost his strength and then hunting Demonic Beasts for money.

However, without the Demon Slayer Envoy status, Chen Lin couldn't even travel freely, let alone hunt Demonic Beasts.

After all, this world was filled with Demonic Beasts. For the safety of its citizens, the imperial court prohibited martial artists not affiliated with the four major powers or those without Demon Slayer Envoy status from freely entering or leaving cities.

The conditions to become a martial artist of one of the four major powers were only slightly easier than passing the Demon Slayer Envoy assessment.

Therefore, whether it was becoming a martial artist of the four major powers or obtaining Demon Slayer Envoy status, Chen Lin couldn't avoid these prerequisites to freely hunt Demonic Beasts outside the city.

Even if they were driven to work in manors outside the city, they were constantly monitored for twelve hours a day. Unless he abandoned his family in this world, he had to stay in the manor and work diligently.

After adding the last bit of Slaughter Points to the Basic Body Tempering Method, its level increased from 3 to 5. His physical strength score also reached 90.

Instantly, a surge of powerful blood and qi erupted from his limbs and body, continuously scouring his skin, muscles, tendons, and bones.

Sensations of soreness, numbness, swelling, and pain cycled through him, contorting Chen Lin's face in agony. He wished he could just pass out.

As time passed, streaks of greasy, murky brown liquid were squeezed out from Chen Lin's pores.

An indescribable stench gradually filled his entire room.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Lin, drenched in sweat, struggled to get up from the floor. He then grabbed the water kettle from the table and gulped down a large amount of cold water. Only then did he have the leisure to check the data on the Jade Book.

[Host: Chen Lin]
[Realm: Martial Master Early Stage]
[Soul: 25]
[True Qi: 0]
[Physical Strength: 100]
[Slaughter Points: 0]
[Cultivation Methods: Soul Strengthening Technique Level 1 (3/10), Basic Body Tempering Method Level 6 (1/60)]
[Martial Skills: Basic Swordplay Level 4 (1/40), Basic Movement Technique Level 4 (1/40)]

Compared to his physical data from a month ago, Chen Lin's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.

Concurrently, due to the rapid increase in his strength during this period, his entire body's muscles and bones had undergone noticeable changes.

Firstly, regarding his physique, his previously unimpressive strength and inadequate nutrition had caused his superior martial arts potential—long arms, slender waist, and mantis legs—to develop exceptionally slowly.

Although he hadn't received any wages for his hard work at the slaughterhouse during this time, Chen Lin had taken home plenty of scraps and bones.

Dong Wu, aware of Chen Lin's bold actions, turned a blind eye. After all, Chen Lin was fast, efficient, and worked without pay. Taking some scraps of meat and bones seemed like a reasonable gesture, not excessive at all.

As his strength grew and his nutrition improved, Chen Lin had not only grown taller during this period but also developed more defined muscles.

His chiseled, well-defined physique impressed even himself.

During this time, besides the Basic Body Tempering Method, Chen Lin had also invested points into Basic Swordplay and Basic Movement Technique.

After all, merely increasing strength and speed was insufficient without the means to attack and evade.

The Demon Slayer Envoy assessment included not only realm requirements but also a practical combat skills test.

Only by passing both could one become a true Demon Slayer Envoy.

After a thorough wash, Chen Lin dared to step out of his home.

It was still early, and he planned to visit the Lieyang Martial Arts School to familiarize himself with his rapidly growing strength.

The morning streets were sparsely populated due to the early hour. Chen Lin walked briskly and soon arrived at the Lieyang Martial Arts School in the southern part of the city.

Nanqing City had four martial arts schools, located in the four corners of the inner city. They served as the inner city's first line of defense and the outer city's last.

"Dada da~~"

As soon as he reached the entrance of the Lieyang Martial Arts School, Chen Lin heard the rhythmic sound of horse hooves approaching from behind.

He turned his head and saw a magnificent white horse walking unhurriedly in his direction.

Chen Lin stared at the horse's flame-like hooves and gasped, "It's a Crimson Flame White Horse! A top-tier steed among fine horses."

He remembered information about this horse; it was the dream horse of his previous life, the one he always wished he owned.

"Holy crap! A Crimson Flame White Horse! Which big shot is returning to the city this time?"

"This horse looks so powerful, it's a shame you can't buy one even if you had the money!"

"Once I become a Martial Master, I'm definitely joining the War God Temple. Not for any other reason, but just to be qualified to own a Crimson Flame White Horse!"

The martial arts students warming up in the Lieyang Martial Arts School's training ground were drawn out of the school again by the exclamations at the entrance.

Under the eager gazes of the crowd, the black-robed martial artist riding the Crimson Flame White Horse reined in his steed and stopped at the entrance of the Lieyang Martial Arts School.

His gaze casually swept over the excited martial arts students surrounding him. His eyes paused briefly on Chen Lin before he entered the school without another word.

"It's a Rank 8 Demon Purifier from the War God Temple!" Chen Lin's eyes lit up when he saw the two red-gold copper coins hanging from the man's waist.

Because the War God Temple was a relatively loose organization of martial artists, in addition to the practitioners' own cultivation levels, they also had a rating system similar to that of the Demon Slayer Envoys.

This rating not only considered the strength of the members within the temple but also took into account the quantity and quality of missions completed by the members, making a comprehensive evaluation.

One red-gold copper coin represented a Rank 9 Demon Purifier, with most practitioners at the Martial Master level.

Two red-gold copper coins represented a Rank 8 Demon Purifier, with most practitioners at the Martial Ancestor level.

And so on, a Rank 7 Demon Purifier was basically a Martial King level practitioner, a Rank 6 Demon Purifier was basically a Martial Emperor level practitioner...

The gaze of the Martial Ancestor level practitioner just now was incredibly oppressive. Just being glanced at by him made Chen Lin's scalp tingle, as if in the eyes of such a practitioner, someone of his level was nothing more than a blade of grass.

The disregard for life sent a chill down Chen Lin's spine.

Suppressing his thoughts, Chen Lin suddenly became curious about who this person was and why he had come to the Lieyang Martial Arts School.