Bronze Token Demon Slayer Envoy

The battle at Black Wind City was like a massive boulder crashing into the seemingly tranquil lake of the Demon Suppression Division in Nan Yan Commandery, stirring up towering waves.

"Have you heard? That business in Black Wind City is over!"

"Obviously! Who in the Division doesn't know by now? King Yama Lin rode alone and hacked that Half-step Dan Yuan Realm Old Demon of Black Wind to death with a single slash! He even wiped out the entire Wind Fiend Sect headquarters by himself!"

"Hiss... It still feels like a dream to me. That was a Four-star Mission! Lords Meng Kuo, Wu Yong, and Liu Qing, three Bronze Token Demon Slayer Envoys, led three elite squads and spent a full three days devising a battle plan. They even worked out how many holes the enemy's latrines had. And what happened? Before the ink on the plan had even dried, Brother Lin had already returned with the old demon's ashes to claim reimbursement!"

"Exactly! I heard from one of Lady Liu Qing's men that they followed behind Brother Lin eating dust and didn't even get a sip of soup. They could only watch as Brother Lin cut his way from outside the city to the inside like he was harvesting leeks. Their only contribution was helping clean up the battlefield afterward."

"Clean up the battlefield? I heard there was no need even for that. Brother Lin's blade was too fast, his Killing Intent too heavy. Once he cut someone down, their blood and bone fragments evaporated on the spot. It was so clean it looked like a dog had licked it, and environmentally friendly too!"

"Terrifying! Too terrifying! What immortal descended from heaven is this King Yama Lin? Did he really come from some tiny place like Qingyang County? I seriously suspect he's the illegitimate son of some reclusive great expert, here to experience ordinary life!"

Inside the Iron Token Courtyard, gossip filled the air.

Whether new or old, every Demon Slayer Envoy showed reverence whenever Lin Feng's name was mentioned. Their voices would unconsciously drop several notches, as though they feared disturbing the God of Slaughter who had already become both god and demon in their hearts.

As for Wei Tiancheng, after being scared into wetting himself by a single move from Lin Feng in the Mission Hall that day, he vanished completely.

It was said that on the very same day, he had applied for a posting at the most remote, godforsaken border outpost of the Demon Suppression Division, then rolled up his bedding and fled overnight.

He told no one when he left, afraid that Lin Feng might come see him off with a blade in hand.

Meanwhile, the instigator behind it all, Lin Feng, was lying on the bed in his room, leisurely taking stock of his gains.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: True Qi Realm, Seventh Level]

[Technique: Blazing Heaven Sun Art (Great Accomplishment)]

[Martial Skill: Nine Tribulations Thunder Slash (Perfected)]

[Movement Technique: Phantom Flowing Light Steps (Great Accomplishment)]

[Critical Strike Multiplier: 110x]

[Crit Points: 257550]

"Two hundred and fifty thousand Crit Points... Nice."

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curved wildly upward.

"Brother Lin, are you in?"

Just as he was considering how to spend his Crit Points, there came a light knock on the door.

It was Zhao Tie's voice, though his tone carried an unprecedented hint of respect and nervousness.

Lin Feng opened the door to find Zhao Tie and Li Rui standing outside like two guardian statues, their faces filled with excitement and unease.

"What is it?"

"Brother Lin, the Manager wishes to see you!"

Zhao Tie took a deep breath and spoke solemnly.

The Manager?

That Silver Token Manager who was said to possess unfathomable strength and was always as elusive as a divine dragon, showing only his head and never his tail?

Lin Feng raised a brow. So, it had finally come?

The most central area of the Demon Suppression Division.

An ancient, secluded courtyard.

There were no heavily guarded sentries here, nor were there extravagant decorations. Only several gnarled old pines and a pond of crystal-clear lotus flowers.

An elderly man dressed in plain hemp robes, looking like nothing more than the old grandfather next door, sat by the pond, leisurely feeding the fish.

If not for the terrifying aura around him—faint yet profound, as steady as an abyss and towering as a mountain, as though he had merged with heaven and earth itself—

No one would have been able to connect him with the Silver Token Manager who held the power of life and death over an entire commandery.

"Lin Feng?"

The old man did not turn around. His voice was gentle as he asked.

"Yes." Lin Feng answered calmly, neither humble nor overbearing.

The old man smiled and turned around. Within those seemingly clouded eyes lay what seemed like an ocean of stars, capable of seeing through all illusions.

"Not bad, not bad. You're even steadier than I imagined."

He rose to his feet, walked slowly over to Lin Feng, and sized him up from head to toe, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"With the cultivation of the seventh level of the True Qi Realm, you slew someone at the Half-step Dan Yuan Realm against the odds. Boy, the secrets on your body are far more interesting than Old Demon of Black Wind's head."

Lin Feng's heart tightened, but his expression remained unchanged. "This subordinate was merely fortunate."

"Fortunate?"

The old man burst into hearty laughter, his voice so full of force that even the lotus flowers across the pond trembled faintly.

"How could there be so much fortune in this world? Your blade is fast, and pure. Pure slaughter, pure destruction. For such a blade to emerge in this tiny Nan Yan Commandery, this old man is greatly gratified."

His smile faded, and his expression turned solemn.

"Lin Feng, receive the order!"

"Here!"

"In view of your turning the tide in the battle at Black Wind City, saving your comrades, slaying the chief culprit, and rendering an unparalleled merit to the Demon Suppression Division of Nan Yan Commandery, it has been unanimously decided that, effective today, you are promoted to Bronze Token Demon Slayer Envoy!"

The old man took a warm crimson-bronze token from his robes and personally placed it in Lin Feng's hand.

"Furthermore, apart from the mission reward, saving Chu Mengxi shall be converted into ten thousand Merit Points. Your residence in the Iron Token Courtyard will also be immediately exchanged for an independent courtyard in the Bronze Token Courtyard. From today onward, you are the fourteenth Bronze Token Envoy of our Demon Suppression Division. I hope that in the days to come, you will continue to slay demons and exterminate fiends, spreading the divine might of our Demon Suppression Division!"

As his words fell, Zhao Tie and Li Rui were already flushed red with excitement.

A Bronze Token Demon Slayer Envoy!

Within the Demon Suppression Division, this was the highest rank besides the Silver Token Manager!

In the entire Demon Suppression Division of Nan Yan Commandery, even counting Chu Mengxi, there had only been thirteen!

Lin Feng, a newcomer who had joined the Demon Suppression Division less than a month ago, had actually ascended to the heavens in a single step and become the fourteenth!

Such a speed of promotion was simply unprecedented, and perhaps would never be seen again!

"Thank you, Manager."

Lin Feng accepted the token, and his heart stirred slightly as well.

He knew he would be rewarded, but he had never expected that saving Chu Mengxi alone would be worth the reward for a Four-star Mission.

That woman's identity was likely far from ordinary.

"Go."

The Manager waved his hand, returned to the pondside, and resumed feeding the fish.

"Young man, the road ahead is still long. Nan Yan Commandery is only the beginning. The world outside is far more magnificent than you imagine—and far more dangerous."

"Grip your blade tightly..."

By the time Lin Feng emerged from the Manager's courtyard, news of his promotion to Bronze Token Envoy had already spread through the entire Demon Suppression Division as though it had grown wings.

For a time, the whole Demon Suppression Division boiled over.

Every Demon Slayer Envoy—whether boasting in the Mission Hall, sparring in the training grounds, or picking at their feet in the dormitories—poured out and surrounded Lin Feng in three layers within and three layers without, trapping him in the middle of the road.

The way they looked at Lin Feng could no longer be described as mere reverence.

It was a complicated gaze mixed with worship, fanaticism, and the look one might give a prehistoric creature.

"Lord Lin! You're my idol!"

"Lord Lin is mighty! May you reign for a thousand autumns and unite the martial world!"

"Lord Lin, do you still need an accessory? I can carry a spear when advancing and raise my ass when retreating..."