35: Chapter 35 Bronze Medal Demon Slayer

The battle of Black Wind City was like a massive boulder crashing into the seemingly calm lake of the Nanyan Prefecture Demon Suppression Division, setting off monstrous waves.

"Have you heard? The matter in Black Wind City has been settled!"

"Nonsense! Who in the division doesn't know by now? King of Hell Lin rode in alone and, with a single strike of his blade, wiped out that half-step Dan-Yuan Old Demon Black Wind! He even took down the entire nest of the Wind Evil Sect all by himself!"

"Hiss... I still feel like I'm dreaming. That was a four-star mission! The three Copper Medal Slayers, Meng Kuo, Wu Yong, and Liu Qing, led three elite squads and spent three whole days outside planning the operation, even deducing how many pits were in the enemy's latrine. And the result? Before the ink on the plan was even dry, Brother Lin had already returned to claim the reward with the Old Demon's ashes!"

"Exactly! I heard from a brother under Lord Liu Qing that they were just eating Brother Lin's dust the whole time, not even getting a sip of the soup. They watched with their own eyes as Brother Lin mowed them down like leeks, hacking his way from outside the city all the way in. Their only contribution was helping to clean up the battlefield at the end."

"Clean up the battlefield? I heard they didn't even need to clean up. Brother Lin's blade was too fast and his Evil Qi too heavy; after he cut someone down, even the blood and bone fragments evaporated instantly. It was as clean as if a dog had licked it—very eco-friendly!"

"Terrifying! Simply terrifying! Just what kind of deity is this King of Hell Lin? Is he really from a small place like Qingyang County? I seriously suspect he's the illegitimate son of some hidden grandmaster, here just to experience life!"

Inside the Tiezi Courtyard, gossip was being shared.

Every Demon Slayer, whether new or old, would show a look of reverence at the mention of the name "Lin Feng." Their voices would unconsciously drop an octave, for fear of disturbing the god-slayer who had already become a deity or demon in their hearts.

As for Wei Tiancheng, ever since he was scared witless by a single move from Lin Feng in the Mission Hall that day, he had completely vanished.

It was said that he applied for a guard mission at the most remote, godforsaken border outpost of the Demon Suppression Division that very day, packing his bags and fleeing overnight.

He didn't notify anyone when he left, fearing that Lin Feng would bring his blade to see him off.

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

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: Seventh Layer True Qi Realm]

[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: 110x]

[critical hit points: 257550]

"Two hundred and fifty thousand critical hit points... Sweet."

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled up wildly.

"Brother Lin, are you there?"

Just as he was calculating how to spend his critical hit points, there was a gentle knock on the door.

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

Lin Feng opened the door to see Zhao Tie and Li Rui standing there like two door gods, their faces filled with excitement and trepidation.

"What is it?"

"Brother Lin, the Supervisor wants to see you!"

Zhao Tie took a deep breath and said in a low voice.

"The Supervisor?"

That Silver-Rank Supervisor who was said to have unfathomable strength and was always elusive?

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. Had it finally come?

...

The innermost core area of the Demon Suppression Division.

A simple and quiet courtyard.

There were no strict guards or luxurious decorations here, only several vigorous ancient pines and a pond of crystal-clear lotus flowers.

An old man wearing ordinary hemp clothes, looking like a grandfather from next door, was sitting by the pond, leisurely feeding the fish.

If it weren't for the faint yet mountain-like, terrifying aura emanating from him, as if he were one with the world...

...no one would be able to associate him with that Silver-Rank Supervisor who held the power of life and death over an entire prefecture.

"Lin Feng?"

The old man didn't turn around, asking in a gentle voice.

"Yes," Lin Feng replied calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.

The old man smiled and turned around. His eyes, which seemed cloudy, appeared to contain a sea of stars that could see through all illusions.

"Not bad, not bad. Even more steady than I imagined."

He stood up and walked slowly to Lin Feng, looking him up and down, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Slaying a half-step Dan-Yuan expert with a mere Seventh Layer True Qi Realm body. Kid, the secrets you carry are much more interesting than that Old Demon Black Wind's head."

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged. "This subordinate was just lucky."

"Lucky?"

The old man burst into laughter. His laughter was full of vigor, causing the lotus flowers in the pond to tremble slightly.

"In this world, there are no such things as coincidences. Your blade is very fast and very pure. Pure slaughter, pure destruction. I am gratified that such a blade has appeared in this small Nanyan Prefecture."

He stopped laughing, and his expression became serious.

"Lin Feng, hear my command!"

"Present!"

"In view of your actions in the battle of Black Wind City, where you turned the tide, saved your colleagues, and executed the arch-villain, performing an unparalleled feat for our Nanyan Prefecture Demon Suppression Division, the division has unanimously decided to promote you to Copper Medal Demon Slayer effective immediately!"

The old man took out a warm Red Copper Medallion from his robe and personally handed it to Lin Feng.

"Furthermore, for your contributions in this battle, in addition to the mission rewards, saving Chu Mengyao will be converted into ten thousand merit points. Your residence in the Tiezi Courtyard will also be immediately changed to a private courtyard in the Bronze Courtyard. From today on, you are the fourteenth Copper Medal Slayer of our Demon Suppression Division. I hope that in the future, you will continue to slay demons and manifest the Divine Might of our Demon Suppression Division!"

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

"Copper Medal Demon Slayer!"

This was the highest rank within the Demon Suppression Division, second only to the Silver-Rank Supervisor!

In the entire Nanyan Prefecture Demon Suppression Division, including Chu Mengxi, there were only thirteen!

Lin Feng, a newcomer who had joined the Demon Suppression Division less than a month ago, had actually reached the top in one leap, becoming the fourteenth!

This speed of promotion was unprecedented, and there might never be anyone like him again!

"Thank you, Supervisor."

Lin Feng took the medallion, his heart stirred slightly.

He knew he would be rewarded, but he didn't expect that saving Chu Mengxi would actually equal the reward of a four-star mission.

That woman's identity is likely far from ordinary.

"Go now."

The Supervisor waved his hand and sat back down by the pond to continue feeding the fish.

"Young man, the road ahead is still very long. Nanyan Prefecture is just the beginning. The world outside is far more exciting and far more dangerous than you can imagine."

"Hold your blade tight..."

By the time Lin Feng walked out of the Supervisor's courtyard, the news of his promotion to Copper Medal Slayer had already spread throughout the Demon Suppression Division as if it had grown wings.

In an instant, the entire Demon Suppression Division was in an uproar.

All the Demon Slayers, whether they were bragging in the Mission Hall, sparring on the Martial Arts Field, or picking their feet in the dormitories, all poured out, surrounding Lin Feng in the middle of the road in thick layers.

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

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

"Lord Lin! You are my idol!"

"Lord Lin is mighty! May you rule the Jianghu for a thousand generations!"

"Lord Lin, do you need any lackeys? I can thrust with a spear in the front or bend over in the back... I'm very versatile!"