29: Chapter 29 Yama Lin Feng, Seventh Level of True Qi!

Since the battle at the Crying Ghost Mine, Lin Feng's days in the Demon Suppression Division had suddenly become exceptionally peaceful.

This peace wasn't the cold silence of being ignored, but rather... similar to a safari park where all the herbivores tacitly stayed away from Lion-Tiger Mountain—a peace filled with awe and the desire to survive.

On the martial arts field of the Tiezi Courtyard, those old-timers who used to love gathering to critique newcomers while bragging about their past glories had all changed their ways.

Their most enthusiastic activity now was huddling in corners, whispering in very low voices.

“Hey, have you heard? ‘That man’ has headed out again!”

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

“Nonsense! In this Tiezi Courtyard, who else besides him dares to be called ‘that man’! I just went to the Mission Hall and saw with my own eyes that he took three missions!”

“Three?! My god! Didn't he just turn in three missions the day before yesterday? One of them was even the two-star ‘Exterminate Evil Ghost Slope.’ Did he go alone?”

“Exactly! I heard that when he went, ghost fires filled the sky on Evil Ghost Slope. When he came back, you couldn't even find a blade of grass on the slope; it was cleaner than if a dog had licked it! He didn't leave a single ghost hair for the brothers who went to verify the mission later!”

“Hiss... Terrifying! Simply terrifying!”

Everyone collectively sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling the temperature in the courtyard drop by several degrees.

Meanwhile, the instigator of it all, Lin Feng himself, was standing happily in front of the Mystic Crystal Wall of the Mission Hall, casually selecting his next “experience gift packs” as if he were picking out cabbages at a vegetable market.

To him, the current Demon Suppression Division was simply heaven.

There was a continuous stream of “monsters” with clear prices for him to “hunt,” and afterward, there was salary and rewards to be had. It was simply the best job in the world.

“Hmm... Clear out the rat demons in the west city slums, two-star mission, reward 500 merit points. This one’s good, simple and fast, suitable as an appetizer.”

“Capture the flower-thief Jade-Faced Flying Fox, two-star mission, reward 800 merit points. This name sounds like a pretty boy; it shouldn't take much effort to cut him down.”

“Investigate the strange movements deep within the Misty Swamp, three-star mission, reward 1,200 merit points. This is a good one; there must be plenty of poisonous insects and fierce beasts in the swamp. Maybe I’ll even run into a blind third-rank Yao Beast?”

Lin Feng tapped his finger repeatedly, instantly selecting three missions of varying difficulty.

The deacon responsible for registration felt his eyelids twitching wildly as he looked at Lin Feng with an expression full of complexity.

Once upon a time, these missions in the Mission Hall were drudgery that everyone avoided.

Especially those one and two-star ones—few merits, lots of trouble, thankless work. They hung there all year round with no takers.

But since Lin Feng arrived, the atmosphere of the Mission Hall had completely changed.

This lord was not a picky eater at all!

Whether it was a one-star triviality or a three-star life-and-death situation, as long as it could be killed, he took them all!

Moreover, his efficiency was frighteningly high.

While others took ten days to half a month for a mission, he took at most two days.

Often, he would just head out with a mission today, and by the morning of the day after tomorrow at the latest, he would be seen returning calmly with the head of a demon or a bandit to hand in his task.

Over time, a legend about Lin Feng began to circulate throughout the Demon Suppression Division.

They no longer called him that newcomer, nor did they call him a ruthless man.

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

The Merit Harvester.

Some busybodies even calculated that in the short half-month since Lin Feng came to the Demon Suppression Division, nearly two-thirds of the missions on the Mission Hall wall had been cleared by him alone!

This efficiency was simply more terrifying than a plague of locusts passing through!

Of course, accompanying the title of Merit Harvester was another nickname that circulated more widely in private and was even more heart-stopping.

Yama.

King of Hell Lin!

Because everyone, including those Demon Slayers who went to verify the mission sites, discovered a terrifying commonality.

In any case handled by Lin Feng, whether it was human or Yao, demon or ghost, there was only one ending.

And that was.

Death!

And it was a neat death, with not a single survivor left.

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

That group of bandits had committed many crimes, but there were also some family members and the elderly among them.

The result?

When Lin Feng came back to hand in the mission, the bandit leader's head was brought back, and the merits were received.

But the team that went to check the battlefield the next day found that the entire mountain stronghold, from the bandit leader to the cook, from men to women, and even several dogs kept in the stronghold, were all lying neatly on the ground, completely cold.

When this matter came out, the entire Demon Suppression Division took notice.

Some said he was decisive in killing, a natural-born Demon Slayer.

Others said he was cruel and ruthless, with too much killing intent, and would sooner or later fall into the Demonic Path.

But regardless of how the outside world discussed him, Lin Feng continued in his own way.

Every day he was either doing a mission or on the way to one, ignoring all outside affairs and focusing solely on farming critical hit points.

Meanwhile, his little follower, Huang Fugui, was living quite a comfortable life.

Every time Lin Feng went on a mission, the Yao cores of the demons he killed were almost all rewarded to Huang Fugui as snacks.

At first, Huang Fugui was like a child celebrating the New Year, holding a first-rank Yao core and gnawing on it for half a day, licking his paws with endless aftertaste after eating.

Later on, this guy's palate became spoiled.

He didn't even bother to look at Yao cores below the first rank, and only reluctantly swallowed them if they were second-rank.

He would even be picky while eating, complaining that this one's texture was too dry or that one's Demonic Qi wasn't pure.

Even so, piled up with a massive amount of Yao cores, Huang Fugui's strength surged like a rocket.

In just half a month, he went from a small Yao who had just been promoted to the second rank all the way to the peak of the second rank, only one opportunity away from breaking through to the third rank.

This kind of cultivation speed, if known by those demons who had cultivated bitterly for a hundred years, would probably make them die of envy on the spot.

But in Huang Fugui's eyes, this speed was simply slower than a snail's crawl compared to his master.

In just one month.

He had personally watched Lin Feng's cultivation.

Soar from the ninth level of the Meridian Opening Realm to the third level of the True Qi Realm...

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

The seventh level of the True Qi Realm...

“Master, isn't your cultivation speed a bit too much of a bully?”

Huang Fugui burped while looking on with eyes full of worship, offering a heartfelt exclamation.

“Never mind me, Huang Fugui, even my Old Ancestor has never seen anyone for whom cultivation is as simple as drinking water! If you keep this up, who in this world will be able to withstand a single blow from you?”

“There are always mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people. Among the Nine Realms of Martial Arts, I am only at the third Realm. Only when I can one-shot an Earthly Immortal will I feel a bit of security.”

Huang Fugui: “...”

Lin Feng glanced at his status panel.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: True Qi Realm, Seventh Level]

[Cultivation Technique: Heaven-Burning Sun Art (Major Achievement)]

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

[Movement Technique: Phantom Streamer Step (Major Achievement)]

[Critical Hit Multiplier: 85x]

[critical hit points: 2,500]

A month of crazy “mission grinding” had allowed all his attributes to make significant progress.

Especially the Nine Tribulations Thunder Slash, which had reached the Perfection stage with the support of a massive amount of critical hit points.

Now, relying solely on this saber technique with an 85x critical hit, apart from the Silver-Rank Supervisors...

In the entire Nanyan Prefecture Demon Suppression Division, everyone else could be one-shotted.

“A pity, I've almost finished grinding all the recent missions. The remaining ones are all search-type, and the efficiency of earning critical hit points has slowed down.”

Lin Feng frowned slightly, calculating in his mind whether he should go further afield to take on some higher-level missions.

Just then.

“Brother Lin! This is bad! Something happened!”

It was Chu Mengxi's confidant, Zhao Tie.

Zhao Tie's face was filled with anxiety.

“Captain Chu... she was captured while executing a three-star mission, and her life or death is currently unknown!”