Divine Seal: Six Paths of Reincarnation, I am the Crown-Rank Assassin

Chapter 10 Six years have passed, the last rays of the setting sun

Yan Qianqiu held a piece of golden-brown roasted meat in his hand, while the girl leaned quietly on his shoulder, watching the scene with great interest.

"It's ready. Eat slowly, be careful it's hot."

Wild boar meat has a fishy smell, but after being coated with Qinglin leaves, the fishy smell has long since disappeared.

The aroma is irresistible and incredibly enticing.

Yan Qianqiu handed her the roasted meat.

"Then let me cool it down for you." Cai'er extended her slender fingers to take the roasted meat.

She lowered her head slightly.
Her eyelashes cast dappled shadows in the firelight, and her rosy lips parted slightly, exhaling cool breath that brushed against the surface of the roasting meat.

The grease slid down, crackling and popping in the firelight.

She handed it to Yan Qianqiu.
It wasn't until he took a small bite that Cai'er happily started eating.

The two were eating barbecue.

The smell of blood and flesh mixed with the aroma of oil carried far on the breeze.

After a while,
The three-headed monster appeared here, following closely behind.

His dark green eyes gleamed with a cold light.

Its hairs were as fine as steel slag, and its massive, one-meter-tall body was muscular and had sharp teeth that sent chills down one's spine.

Yan Qianqiu had long sensed this.
He used the Appraisal skill on the monster.

【Swift Wolf】

[A level 3, medium-level magical beast, cunning by nature, often appearing in small teams, and capable of spitting wind blades.]

The three ferocious and ruthless Gale Wolves lowered their heads, drool dripping down their teeth.

Move stealthily through the bushes, preparing to attack from behind.

What they didn't know was...
Yan Qianqiu had already sensed their movements. A flash of silver light appeared in his hand, and a magic shortbow appeared in his hand.

He stood up, holding a sharp arrow and aiming it at the Swiftwind Wolf.

An arrow was aimed directly at the chest and abdomen.

The sound of wind breaking through the air howled.

"Ow~"

Accompanied by the agonizing howls of the Gale Wolf, it coughed up blood.

The arrow pierced through the gap between the ribs and struck the heart, killing him instantly.

Cai'er had jumped up at some point.
A shadow dagger appeared in her small, delicate hand. Her petite figure flickered, and the tip of the dagger was wrapped in gray-black spiritual energy, exuding a murderous aura.

It's an assassin skill, [Shadow of Forged Edge]

It has tremendous burst power.

She flashed behind the Swift Wolf and stabbed it in the neck. A sharp killing intent flashed by, and blood splattered on Cai'er's face.

As the successor of the Reincarnation Spirit Furnace
Its penetrating power is far beyond what a second-tier assassin can match.

Yan Qianqiu held a magic short bow.
The arrow is aimed at the Gale Wolf, in a straight line.

In the blink of an eye, the previously ferocious Gale Wolf, which was preparing its wind blades, was killed instantly.

Cai'er covered her mouth and chuckled, "Uncle Yan has had a headache for a long time because of you."

"That's normal. It's normal for him to feel pressured having such a brilliant son," Yan Qianqiu said indifferently.

“No.” The girl shook her head. “You’re skilled with a greatsword and practice with a heavy bow, so how could you possibly be an assassin?”

Yan Qianqiu remained silent.

“It’s truly rare that the elders have allowed you to learn to this extent.” Cai’er reached out and rubbed his face.

"But when it comes to concealing one's breath, I'm better than you." He curled his lip.

"Alright, alright, I know that Brother Qianqiu is exceptionally talented and doesn't want to become an assassin. He just wants to stand in front of me and protect me."

Cai'er giggled.

"Stop being so vain." Yan Qianqiu extended his index finger and gently tapped her forehead.

The girl covered her head with her small hands and quickly dodged.

Concealing Breath is an essential skill for assassins, and it is also a signature skill of assassins, just like the sixth-tier Stealth.

However, to achieve complete concealment, making oneself undetectable even to mages and demonic sorcerers, one must reach the eighth rank of the Hidden Hero. Yan Qianqiu already had a thorough understanding of his combat style.
Once he grows a bit taller, he will have his father buy him a Spirit Demon-level heavy bow and heavy sword so he can snipe enemies from a distance.

When the demons finally managed to charge up to him...

He silently put on his heavy armor again.

Holding a heavy sword.

Yan Qianqiu had told her father about this idea.

Even the battle-hardened man was stunned for a long time, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, "Is this also a kind of assassination method?"

……

Six years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Temple Alliance Grand Auction House

"Congratulations to No. 11 for successfully bidding on the Brilliant Heavy Bow, Sunset Glow."

Ying Suifeng sighed in the VIP room. Most of the assassins in the Assassin's Temple were rather thin, and he was no exception. Thinking about this mission, he felt a little uneasy.

Who would have thought that his trip to the Temple Alliance was actually to purchase a Brilliant-class heavy bow?
There was a knock on the door.
Ying Suifeng composed herself and said, "Come in."

An elderly man walked in.
He looked at Ying Suifeng sitting there, a smile appearing on his face, "Shadow, it really is you."

Ying Suifeng said irritably, "The Temple Alliance's security measures are getting worse and worse."

"I heard you bought a Brilliant-grade heavy bow. There are so few archer warriors these days, why did you buy that thing?"
Was that bought for the Knights?
"But I haven't heard of any knights using bows and arrows either."

Ren Wokuang scratched the back of his head and laughed heartily.

"What's it to you?" Ying Suifeng's face twitched.

Heavy bows are rare equipment in the six temples, and most of them are weapons left over from the glorious era. Otherwise, Shadow Wind would not have come to the Holy City to buy them.

Why are you buying gemstones?

Ying Suifeng looked at the space gem in the old man's hand.

"Don't even mention it. The shield warriors I trained can't learn any defensive skills. How can a shield warrior who can't defend be called a shield warrior?"

Ren Wokuang's face twitched.
His fist, bigger than an average person's head, clenched tightly.

"Why aren't you laughing at me?" he asked, puzzled.

When did the people of the Assassin's Temple learn to be considerate? Assassins are notoriously sharp-tongued.

“I’m naturally not one to smile.” Ying Suifeng’s face was numb.

"You guys are really weird, guess what?"

Lin Chen, that old geezer, also looked gloomy. I originally wanted to bring it up to cheer him up, but I didn't expect him to look just like you, as if he'd eaten shit.

"Lin Chen is here too?" Ying Suifeng asked, too lazy to bother with his last sentence.

"Let's have a drink next door." The old man put away his spatial crystal.

"Come on, let's have a drink together."

"Holy crap, an assassin actually wants to drink? This is the first time ever. Fine, I'll drink. Do you think I, the mighty War Emperor, am afraid of you?"

Both held high positions in their respective temples.
We have now arrived at the Holy Alliance Tavern.

The high-end wines here contain elixirs that can enhance the drinker's spiritual power. Even after getting drunk, the drinker will not feel dizzy; on the contrary, it helps to concentrate their mental energy.

As for why it's alcohol?
That's because wine itself is a good extract.

"The wind has come too."

As the deputy temple master of the Magic Temple, Lin Chen naturally had a private luxury room.

"Feeling down?" Ying Suifeng sat down, poured himself a glass, and asked Lin Chen.

Lin Chen sighed.

Thinking about how his grandson would definitely embarrass himself in the Demon Hunter Tournament a few months later, he figured he might as well confide in his old friend.

"My grandson just can't learn offensive magic no matter what I do."

His face was full of melancholy.

Ying Suifeng and Ren Wokuang exchanged a glance, their lips twitching as they thought of the lively characters in their respective temples. They also raised their wine glasses.

"Old Lin, I'll drink this one."

(End of this chapter)