King Yama Lin Feng, True Qi Seventh Level!

Ever since the battle at the Weeping Ghost Mine, Lin Feng's days at the Demon Suppression Division suddenly became exceptionally peaceful.

This peace wasn't the quiet of being ignored, but rather a kind of... silence akin to how all the herbivores in a wildlife park instinctively stay far away from the lion enclosure, a silence filled with awe and a will to survive.

On the training grounds of the Iron Token Courtyard, the old-timers who used to love gathering together, lecturing newcomers, and bragging about their past exploits had all changed their ways.

Their favorite activity now was to huddle in a corner, whispering in hushed tones.

"Hey, did you hear? 'That man' is out again!"

"Which man? Oh, oh, oh! You mean... Brother Lin?"

"Duh! Who else in this Iron Token Courtyard dares to be called 'that man' besides him! I just went to the Mission Hall and saw him accept three missions with my own eyes!"

"Three?! My god! Didn't he just turn in three missions the day before yesterday? And one of them was a two-star 'Annihilate Evil Ghost Slope', and he went alone?"

"Isn't that the truth! They say when he went, the Evil Ghost Slope was ablaze with ghost fire, but when he came back, not even a blade of grass could be found on the slope. It was cleaner than a dog's tongue! He didn't leave a single ghost hair for the brothers who went to verify afterward!"

"Hiss... Terrifying! Truly terrifying!"

Everyone collectively sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling as if the temperature in the courtyard had dropped several degrees.

And the instigator of all this, Lin Feng himself, was standing happily in front of the Black Crystal Stone Wall of the Mission Hall, casually selecting his next "experience gift package" as if he were picking cabbage at a market.

To him, the Demon Suppression Division now was simply paradise.

Here, there were endless, clearly priced "monsters" for him to "hunt," and he even got paid and rewarded afterward. It was simply the best job in the world.

"Hmm... Clear out the rat demons in the slum west of the city, two-star mission, reward 500 Merit Points. This one's good, simple and quick, suitable as an appetizer."

"Hunt down the flower-picking thief, Jade Faced Flying Fox, two-star mission, reward 800 Merit Points. The name alone suggests a pretty boy, shouldn't be difficult to hack down."

"Investigate strange activity in the depths of the Misty Marsh, three-star mission, reward 1200 Merit Points. This one's great, the marsh is bound to have plenty of poisonous insects and fierce beasts, maybe I'll even run into a clueless Third Order Demonic Beast?"

Lin Feng's fingers tapped continuously, and he instantly selected three missions of varying difficulty.

The attendant responsible for registration's eyelids twitched violently, and he looked at Lin Feng with a complex gaze.

Not long ago, these missions in the Mission Hall were arduous tasks everyone avoided.

Especially the one and two-star missions, which offered little Merit Points but a lot of trouble, requiring a lot of effort for little reward, and they would hang there for years, ignored.

But ever since Lin Feng arrived, the Mission Hall's atmosphere had completely changed.

This Master was simply not picky!

Whether it was a one-star trivial matter or a three-star near-death experience, as long as it could be killed, he took it all!

And his efficiency was terrifyingly high.

While others took ten days to half a month for one mission, he took no more than two days at most for one.

Often, he would leave for a mission today and, at the latest by the morning of the day after tomorrow, he could be seen returning with the head of a demon or a bandit, calmly handing it in.

Over time, a legend about Lin Feng spread throughout the entire Demon Suppression Division.

They no longer called him the newcomer, nor did they call him a ruthless person.

Instead, they gave him a more fitting and vivid nickname.

Merit Point Harvester.

Some busybodies even calculated that in the short half-month Lin Feng had been at the Demon Suppression Division, he had cleared nearly two-thirds of the missions on the Mission Hall's stone wall by himself!

This efficiency was more terrifying than a locust swarm!

Of course, accompanying the nickname "Merit Point Harvester" was another nickname that circulated more widely in private and was even more chilling.

King Yama.

Lin Yama!

Because everyone, including the Demon Slayer Envoys who went to verify the missions on-site, discovered a terrifying commonality.

For any case Lin Feng handled, whether it was human or demon, devil or ghost, there was only one outcome.

That was.

And they all died neatly, leaving no survivors.

Once, a two-star mission was to clear out a group of bandits who had taken over a mountain.

Those bandits had committed many evil deeds, but there were also some family members and the old and weak among them.

The result?

Lin Feng returned to hand in the mission, bringing the bandit leader's head and receiving the Merit Points.

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But the team that went to survey the battlefield the next day discovered that the entire mountain stronghold, from the bandit leader to the cook, from men to women, and even the few dogs kept in the stronghold, all lay neatly on the ground, thoroughly chilled.

This incident caused the entire Demon Suppression Division to take notice.

Some said he was decisive and ruthless, a born Demon Slayer Envoy.

Some also said he was ruthless and cruel, with too heavy a killing intent, and would eventually fall into the demonic path.

But no matter how the outside world discussed him, Lin Feng remained indifferent and went his own way.

Every day, he was either on a mission or on his way to one, paying no attention to anything outside his window, his mind solely focused on accumulating Crit Points.

And his little follower, Huang Fugui, lived a life of pure bliss.

Almost all the demons Lin Feng killed on his missions, along with their Demon Cores, were bestowed upon Huang Fugui as snacks.

At first, Huang Fugui felt like it was New Year's every day. It could hug a First Order Demon Core and gnaw on it for half the day, then lick its paws with endless relish.

But later, the creature's palate became more discerning.

It wouldn't even spare a glance at Demon Cores below First Order, only reluctantly swallowing Second Order ones.

While eating, it would be picky and complain that this one's texture was too tough, or that one's demonic energy wasn't pure enough.

Even so, with the accumulation of a massive number of Demon Cores, Huang Fugui's strength skyrocketed.

In just half a month, it had gone from being a Little Demon that had just reached Second Order to the peak of Second Order, mere steps away from breaking through to Third Order.

If the demons who had cultivated bitterly for a hundred years outside were to know of this cultivation speed, they would likely be so envious that they'd kill themselves on the spot.

But in Huang Fugui's opinion, this speed was slower than a snail's crawl compared to its Master.

Only a month.

It had personally witnessed Lin Feng's cultivation.

From the ninth level of Meridian Opening Realm, it had soared all the way to the third level of True Qi Realm...

Then to the fifth level of True Qi Realm...

The seventh level of True Qi Realm...

"Master, isn't your cultivation speed a bit too unfair to everyone else?"

Huang Fugui let out a burp, its eyes full of admiration as it sincerely exclaimed.

"Don't even talk about me, Huang Fugui. Even my ancestors have never seen someone cultivate as easily as drinking water! If you continue like this, who in this world will be able to withstand even a single move from you?"

"There's always someone better, and there's always a higher realm. I'm only at the third of the nine martial arts realms. I won't feel safe until I can kill an Immortal on Land with a single strike."

Huang Fugui: "..."

Lin Feng glanced at his status panel.

[Host: Lin Feng]
[Realm: True Qi Realm Seventh Level]
[Cultivation Technique: Blazing Heaven Sun Art (Great Accomplishment)]
[Martial Skill: Nine Tribulations Thunder Slash (Perfection)]
[Movement Technique: Phantom Flowing Light Steps (Great Accomplishment)]
[Crit Multiplier: 85x]
[Crit Points: 2500]

A month of frantic "task grinding" had led to substantial progress in all his attributes.

Especially Nine Tribulations Thunder Slash, which, with the aid of a massive amount of Crit Points, had reached the Perfection stage.

Now, with just this single blade technique's 85x crit multiplier, apart from the Silver Token Manager, he could instantly defeat anyone in the entire Nan Yan Commandery Demon Suppression Division with a single strike.

"It's a shame. I've almost cleared all the recent missions. The remaining ones are mostly search-and-find types, and the efficiency of earning Crit Points has slowed down."

Lin Feng frowned slightly, contemplating whether he should go to more distant places and take on higher-level tasks.

Just then.

"Brother Lin! It's bad! Something's happened!"

It was Zhao Tie, Chu Mengxi's trusted subordinate.

Zhao Tie's face was etched with anxiety.

"Captain Chu... she was captured by mistake while on a Three-Star mission. Her life is currently unknown!"

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