For the next stretch of time, Lin Guanhuo settled into a steady rhythm of cultivation.
The Division Servants of the Demon Suppressing Division were tested every month. They had to complete a certain number of demon-slaying missions to earn extra monthly salary.
This month, Lin Guanhuo had killed a Yellow-Skinned Weasel and slain the Blood-Eyed Ape Spirit alongside Ye Yinyue (though he had, in fact, done all the work himself).
He spent the remaining few days at his leisure.
Just like that, a week flew by.
In the blink of an eye, the month came to an end. The twenty bottles of Qi Boosting Powder Lin Guanhuo had saved up were now completely used.
Fortunately, his cultivation had reached Eighth Rank Martial Artist, just one step away from Ninth Rank. Reaching the Muscle-Tendon Realm should take about another month.
Huff...
Early that morning, Lin Guanhuo slowly got up and changed into a fresh set of clothes.
If he remembered correctly, today was the day of the Monthly Exam.
He had become a Division Servant at the beginning of last month. By the end of this month, exactly two months had passed.
He had gone from Fourth Rank Martial Artist to Eighth Rank Martial Artist.
"Not bad. This pace is neither too fast nor too slow," Lin Guanhuo murmured.
If anyone else had heard him, they probably would have been so furious they spat blood.
On the Martial Path, countless people buried themselves in cultivation for decades just to advance one rank.
Take Chen Jianxing, for instance. Even with his excellent talent, he had been stuck at Fifth Rank Martial Artist for four or five years before finally advancing to Sixth Rank.
Lin Guanhuo had risen four ranks in two months, and he was still somewhat dissatisfied...
"Today, I should be