60: Chapter 60 A Ninth-Order Great Demon, Your Vanguard

The night was as cool as water.

Inside Courtyard No. 7 of the Bronze Courtyard, all was silent.

Lin Feng sat quietly alone on a stone bench, unconsciously stroking the pitch-black Life-Slaying Blade he had just acquired.

The icy blade seemed capable of leaching the warmth from one's fingertips, and the edge reflected a heart-palpitating, eerie red glow under the moonlight.

His silhouette stretched long under the cold moonlight, appearing somewhat indescribably lonely and desolate.

"Master..."

A small figure emerged from the shadows; it was Huang Fugui.

It cautiously approached Lin Feng's side, its small, beady green eyes filled with a very human-like concern.

"Master, you... don't be too sad."

Huang Fugui used its small, furry head to gently nuzzle Lin Feng's arm, trying to comfort him in this way.

"I know that although the girl from the City Lord's Mansion was a bit willful, her feelings for you were sincere. You personally... sigh, the dead cannot be brought back to life, so please restrain your grief. You did it to slay demons and for the sake of all living beings in the world; you weren't wrong!"

It racked its brain, bringing out every comforting word it had heard from storytellers that could possibly be used.

In its eyes, although its master was decisive in killing and had been dubbed with the fierce title of "Yama" by the outside world, he was still a man of flesh and blood.

Having personally slain a stunning young woman who was deeply in love with him—even if the other party had already turned into a demon—he certainly couldn't feel good about it.

Look, wasn't he sitting here in dejection, licking his wounds alone?

Lin Feng did not speak, maintaining his silent posture, his deep eyes quietly gazing into the Void Realm as if reminiscing about something.

Seeing this, Huang Fugui became even more certain of its guess. It sighed and, mimicking Lin Feng, stood up on its hind legs.

With its two front paws behind its back, it looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, trying hard to create a sorrowful atmosphere of "I understand you."

However, amidst this touching atmosphere of "deep master-servant bond, sharing sorrow together."

A translucent light screen that only he could see quietly floated before Lin Feng's eyes.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: Sixth Layer of the Danyuan Realm]

[Cultivation Technique: Nine Yang Infinite Art (Major Achievement)]

[Martial Skill: Three Blades of Avici (Beginner)]

[Movement Technique: Snow-Treading Ghost Step (Beginner)]

[critical hit multiplier: 190x]

[critical hit points: 657,350]

Looking at that string of critical hit points, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth, which had always been as calm as an ancient well, began to curl upward uncontrollably and wildly.

It was a heartfelt, pure joy, devoid of any Impurities.

It was the joy of a harvest, the ecstasy of seeing his account balance skyrocket after his hard "cultivation."

Finally, he could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart.

"Pfft..."

A light chuckle broke the silence of the courtyard.

Immediately following, this chuckle turned into a hearty, uninhibited laugh.

"Haha... Hahahahahaha!"

Lin Feng laughed so hard he bent over, tears almost coming out. He slapped his thigh and let out a heartfelt exclamation.

"Awesome! This wave was a massive profit!"

"..."

Huang Fugui, who was immersed in the sorrowful atmosphere and unable to extricate itself, was petrified on the spot by this sudden scene.

It stared blankly at its master, who was laughing like a three-hundred-pound fool, then looked at the moon in the sky, feeling that its view of demon life had suffered an unprecedentedly violent shock.

Where was the sorrow?

Where was the desolation?

Where was the dejection?

What happened to licking the wounds?

So that half-dead look you had just now was all an act?

"Master..."

Huang Fugui asked tentatively, using the kind of look one gives a psychiatric patient:

"Are you... have you... gone mad?"

"Mad? I'm perfectly sober!"

Lin Feng finally stopped laughing. Looking at the bewildered Huang Fugui, he explained in a great mood, "What do you know? I'm not sad; I'm reminiscing, reminiscing about the elegance of that blade strike. You think I'm mourning a fallen beauty? No, I'm calculating my bank account balance!"

Huang Fugui: "..."

It felt like its CPU had completely fried.

Lin Feng looked at its stupid expression, shook his head, and took out a fist-sized blood-colored cocoon from his Storage Pouch that emitted a surging Demonic Qi and blood aura.

This was the core of the "Sacred Object" extracted from Miss Ling Yueer's body, and also the demon core of that immature Rank Five demon.

The energy contained in this item was an irresistible treasure for any demon.

"Alright, stop standing there in a daze."

Lin Feng casually tossed the blood-colored cocoon to Huang Fugui. "You've made a great contribution this time. Take it and refine it well."

Huang Fugui subconsciously caught the cocoon emitting terrifying energy, feeling a burst of pure demonic power surge through its claws and into its body, making its entire demonic blood boil.

It trembled with excitement, and tears streamed down instantly.

"Master! You... you are truly... too good to me!"

Huang Fugui held the cocoon, which was larger than its head, and sobbed with gratitude. "My life already belongs to you! From now on, if you tell me to go east, I'll never go west; if you tell me to chase a dog, I'll never catch a chicken!"

"Enough nonsense."

Lin Feng waved his hand, his gaze becoming deep. "Hurry up and Cultivate. We will be changing locations very soon."

"Changing locations? To where?"

"To a place... where I can slash to my heart's content."

Light flickered in Lin Feng's eyes.

With his merits and strength, being promoted to a Silver-Rank Supervisor was a certainty.

And a Silver-Rank Supervisor governed a prefecture.

The Supervisor of the Nanyan Prefecture Demon Suppression Division was still a long way from retirement.

The higher-ups surely couldn't just kick out the Nanyan Prefecture Supervisor to replace him, right?

Hearing this, Huang Fugui immediately understood. It nodded heavily, hugged the giant cocoon, and turned to dive into its kennel.

"Rest assured, Master! I will definitely Cultivate well. When I become a Rank Nine Great Demon, I'll be your vanguard. Wherever you point, I'll bite!"

Looking at Huang Fugui's spirited back, Lin Feng nodded with satisfaction.

He sat back down on the stone bench and turned his gaze once again toward the cold System panel.

"It's time to upgrade again."