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

Chapter 21 Ancient Battlefield, Death's Tribute to the Spirit Furnace
The boy stood on the high platform,

He leaned the heavy bow against his shoulder, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

The wind rushing in from the window brushed against his hair, and a few strands of silver and black hair danced lightly on his forehead.

The fiery spiritual energy around Lin Chen materialized.

A fire spirit shield blocked Xuan Yuan Yan's path. As the deputy temple master of the Magic Temple, he was in charge of the second group of trials in the finals.

Since we're just idling around anyway, protecting the top sixty geniuses of this generation is naturally of paramount importance.

I heard that

There's also a monster next door who can summon level eight magical beasts.

He thought of the day he drank with Ying Suifeng, and his face twitched slightly. "Is this why you bought the Brilliant Heavy Bow?"

He had some understanding of Xuanyuan Yan's strength.

However, he couldn't utilize his abilities in this battle, relying instead on the instant-cast spells provided by his equipment or spirit furnace.

Almost all the other contestants stood up, their eyes fixed on the boy.

"How can we fight this?"

Li Xin took a deep breath. She was also assigned to Group Two, but after only two days, she felt a chill run down her spine at the sight of the contestants here. "Why is the assassin's weapon a heavy bow!"

She was starting to lose her composure.

In the eastern direction of the training grounds, a curious young girl raised her hand and respectfully asked Lin Chen a question.
"Excuse me, given the power of bows and arrows, why did the Warrior Temple choose to abandon them?"

Yan Qianqiu stood on the stage and didn't pay much attention to what he heard.

The obsolescence of the heavy bow was almost inevitable given the times.

He also possesses unique spiritual power and a talent for condensing spiritual energy into physical form, which enables him to wield the heavy bow.

Lin Chen looked at the boy and explained to the crowd,

"The bow and arrow were once very powerful in their glorious era, and the Elven people's use of the bow and arrow once surpassed that of magic."

"But for us humans, to master the bow and arrow, we must at least master the art of condensing spiritual energy into weapons. However, condensing spiritual energy into weapons consumes far more spiritual energy than magic."

He vaguely remembered from the classics,

Senior Ye Sanmi wields a divine-grade heavy bow, capable of slaying a level ten magical beast with a single arrow!

It can be described as majestic and awe-inspiring.

The contestant smiled wryly, realizing that condensing spiritual energy into a weapon required at least a fifth-level cultivation.

Apart from Assassin Number One and Magic Number Two, none of the people here can meet the minimum requirements for condensing spiritual energy into weapons.

quickly,

The other contestants realized something else: if the boy could hit his target every time, how much spiritual power and inner spiritual energy must he have?!

……

time flies,
The week-long round-robin tournament has now ended.

Yan Qianqiu deservedly won first place in the group, winning all seven matches. His skill with the heavy bow and his ability to hit the bullseye from a hundred paces away made the other players tremble with fear.

He stretched.

The battles here are far too easy; you can advance simply by shooting arrows randomly. It's utterly boring.

Fortunately,

The top ten in the preliminary rounds will receive a reward, which he originally wanted to claim from the beginning, but Ying Suifeng suggested that he finish the round-robin tournament first.

Isn't that unnecessary?

Could it be that the Assassin's Temple has some special reward for him?

Yan Qianqiu guessed to himself.

Arriving at the fourth training ground,
He didn't wait long at the door before Cai'er came rushing in.

A light purple leather armor tightly hugged her body, the silver embroidery shimmering coldly in the morning light, making her slender waist and long legs appear even more graceful.

"Let's go to the Holy Alliance Treasure Pavilion to collect our prizes," the boy said, extending his hand.

"Mm." Cai'er nodded.

She habitually took his hand.

The girl loved the feeling of being enveloped by warm, large hands, and Yan Qianqiu also loved her soft little hands.

The other assassins in the preliminary rounds received their Spirit Demon-level equipment very early on, but these two hadn't yet.

Yan Qianqiu and Cai'er were both curious about the arrangements made by the deputy hall master, Ying Suifeng.

He had some suspicions in his heart.

The other assassins have relatively ordinary backgrounds, and the rewards they will most likely receive will far surpass those of the Spirit Demon level equipment.

As instructed, we arrived at the Holy Alliance Treasure Pavilion.

This area is part of the Holy Alliance Trial Grounds. It's located at the back of the Trial Grounds.

The treasure pavilion is unremarkable, appearing to be just an ordinary hexagonal building.

Two elderly men in plain clothes sat leisurely in chairs chatting.

Yan Qianqiu recognized the thin old man at a glance; he was Sheng Yue, the great-grandfather of the girl beside him.

The current master of the Assassin's Temple.

As a ninth-tier assassin of the Assassin's Temple, he is stationed in the Holy City year-round.

When Cai'er saw her great-grandfather, her breathing became slightly heavier, and her expression turned a little colder.

Yan Qianqiu was not surprised.

In this world, children are always expected to understand adults, but adults often hold a superior attitude and claim they are doing it for your own good, never truly understanding children.

Is it the child's fault that they are becoming distant from adults?

Yan Qianqiu looked at the old man's wrinkled face.

He had no doubt that if his innate spiritual power was not outstanding, or if he were not the child of the second Xia Yin, he would have been killed by this old man with a single palm strike long ago.

“Cai’er,” Sheng Yue said with a smile.

The girl nodded slightly, somewhat awkwardly.

The old man didn't seem to care. "You don't need to show me the token. Come with me."

Yan Qianqiu remained silent.

Walking into the hall, which is about 100 square meters in size, there is a six-pointed star pattern in the center.

The walls are covered with murals depicting six professions.

The Holy Moon activated the teleportation array.

He pointed in the direction to the two of them, "Just go inside the wall."

Yan Qianqiu held Cai'er's hand and walked with her into the wall belonging to the assassins.

A powerful suction force suddenly erupted.

It engulfed the two figures.

Holy Moon followed closely behind.

This is a land of death and desolation, where the overwhelming killing intent is almost tangible, resembling the ruins of an ancient battlefield, filled with broken walls and rubble.

It is engraved with ancient Elvish script.

"This is a ruin somewhere in the Assassins' territory that was once controlled by powerful human beings during the Dark Ages. Go forth and seek the opportunities that belong to you," Saint Moon said in a deep voice.

He had come here when he was young, but he came up empty-handed.
I heard that Chief Elder Xue Zhisheng obtained the Assassination Cult's spatial inheritance from here.

Thus, he became the most powerful assassin of his time.

Yan Qianqiu and Cai'er walked forward.

The killing intent was almost omnipresent, invading their entire bodies, but it meant nothing to the two of them.

Their figures slowly disappeared.

In the center of the battlefield of death,

A two-and-a-half-meter-tall figure, clad in heavy armor, wielding a greatsword, and wearing a skull and beast horn mask, came into view.

"This is?"

Cai'er looked surprised, wondering why she would encounter a strange knight here. Could he be a fallen knight of death?

"So tall..."

Yan Qianqiu raised his head.

Despite being 1.8 meters tall, he could only reach this guy's chest.

Yan Qianqiu used his appraisal skill on the unknown monster, intending to just test it out, but unexpectedly, he actually succeeded in appraising it.

[Deathly Announcement: The Incarnation of the Spirit Furnace]

[Originating from Hassan al-Sabah, the founder of the Assassins, an assassination order from a glorious era; its owner once walked the boundary between the underworld and the human world...]

This thing is actually a spirit furnace?
Yan Qianqiu was greatly surprised.

Unexpectedly, in just a moment, a ghostly blue flame ignited on the heavily armored man's body.

In an instant, the flames intensified, and hellfire enveloped the armor, engulfing it in a raging inferno.

Two dark blue flames lit up where the skull mask's eyes should have been, as if it were awakening.

It raised its hand,

The greatsword plunged into the earth.

(End of this chapter)