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

Chapter 40 It is my honor to fight you.
Before leaving the Spirit Furnace Hall, Yan Qianqiu used spiritual power to wash her entire body, causing the bloody smell on her body to dissipate.

This is a very simple technique.

It's considered a basic skill for an assassin.

The boy strode out and saw Cai'er standing to the side with Zi Sha.
The girl leaned against the railing, dressed in a purple gown, standing against the wind, her smiling crescent moons revealed as her veil fluttered.

Their eyes met, and Cai'er playfully winked her left eye at him.

Yan Qianqiu's lips unconsciously curled up into a smile.

"let's go."

"Ah."

Cai'er habitually extends her fair little hand.

Yan Qianqiu grasped it firmly, "This time I've encountered a pretty good spirit furnace."

The boy smiled mysteriously.

"What kind of spirit furnace is it, Brother Qianqiu?" Cai'er asked.

"The Shadow of Truth can evolve a shadow clone into a true shadow, possessing the same combat power as the original body, and can also use secret techniques, but cannot use the Spirit Furnace."

Yan Qianqiu gave a brief overview of the main advantages and disadvantages.

The girl's eyes lit up. "It is indeed a very powerful spirit furnace. When combined with an assassin, it can produce double the burst damage in a short period of time!"

Only an assassin can truly understand the power of this spirit furnace.

The Assassin's burst damage is already the highest among the six classes, so doubling that is truly terrifying.

"Moreover, after the True Shadow merges with the Level 1 Spirit Furnace, the True Shadow can be used to bear the side effects of the Level 1 Spirit Furnace!"
This is the most powerful aspect of the True Shadow!

Yan Qianqiu became somewhat excited as she spoke.

The reason he developed the Shadow Clone Technique and created the Limbo was precisely to use Limbo to offset the side effects of the Level 1 Spirit Furnace.

Later, he obtained the Hell Path Spirit Furnace, and was haunted by evil spirits—the "Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring the Heart" incident was enough to prove the terrifying side effects of the first-level spirit furnace.

"Then brother, hurry up and absorb it!" Cai'er's pretty face lit up with excitement upon hearing this. "Won't brother's combat power skyrocket again with this spirit furnace?"

Cai'er pondered, how terrifying would the combination of the Graveyard and the True Shadow, with three times the power, be?

"This spirit furnace is a gift from me," Yan Qianqiu said with a smile.

"If the Shadow of Truth can absorb the side effects of your Reincarnation Furnace, you will have a stronger ability to protect yourself in the future."

Hearing this, Cai'er smiled, reached out and hugged the boy, pressing her cheek against his chest.

Feeling the warmth that belongs to a young person.

"I don't need that, you're enough for me."

“But…” Yan Qianqiu said.

Cai'er extended a slender white finger and pressed it against his lips.

"I know that under normal circumstances, the Reincarnation Furnace should belong to Brother Qianqiu. Besides, even if I were to face you in the semi-finals, I wouldn't be able to win."

"Since this spirit furnace can only be of great use when it is fused with the Reincarnation Spirit Furnace, it is uncertain when it will be possible to fuse them together."

"Anyway, don't say anything more, I won't absorb it." Cai'er shook her head.

She looked up at the boy's profile and said, "Your strength will allow you to better protect me, so I won't need to use the Reincarnation Furnace."

Yan Qianqiu held her tightly in his arms, smelling the faint milky fragrance emanating from the girl's hair, and vowed, "I will definitely find another True Shadow Spirit Furnace for you."

The boy had mixed feelings; he had originally intended to give the spirit furnace to Cai'er.

Ke Cai'er is right; reducing side effects requires fusion with the main spirit furnace.

As a True Shadow Spirit Furnace capable of replicating the combat power of its original self, its absorption is the most logical arrangement.

"I don't need your promises, because I trust your heart." Cai'er's long, narrow eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, making her look incredibly charming.

Eyes facing each other,

The two drew closer and closer until they kissed.

……

After dinner and a short rest, it was already evening.

Moonlight spilled onto the hexagonal walls of the ruling court, casting a soft silver glow. All ten demon-hunting teams had gathered there.

Each team is arranged in a vertical line, with the team leader sitting at the head.

Yan Qianqiu sensed someone watching him and turned around to see Long Haochen sitting next to him.

The golden-eyed boy smiled slightly.

Yan Qianqiu responded with a greeting.

He was in the very center, with Long Haochen on his right and Yang Wenzhao on his left.

Gao Yingjie and the other ten guardian knights sat on the high platform, with two empty seats in the very center.

A man and a woman, escorted by several armored warriors, entered the council hall.

Gao Yingjie introduced, "This is Holy Spirit Heart, the military commander of Exorcism Pass, and also the youngest King-level assassin in the Holy Alliance."

Holy Spirit Heart smiled faintly. “Brother Gao, I’m not young anymore.” He looked at the Demon Hunters and said, “You young talents are the future of the Alliance.”

Yan Qianqiu's lips curled up in a smile.
He watched as Gao Yingjie flattered the Holy Spirit with human kindness.

Youngest?

It seems to be saying that he is the youngest in history, but in reality, the Child of Reincarnation far surpasses the cultivation speed of the Holy Spirit Heart.

There is also Elder Xue who is more talented than him.

Secondly, if his father, Yan Qing, hadn't been seriously injured at the age of thirty, his breakthrough speed should have been above that of the Holy Spirit Heart!
Saint Moon really knows how to find good jobs for himself and his descendants; no wonder he can have four generations living under one roof.

A sense of sarcasm arose in Yan Qianqiu's heart.
As the temple master, lying in the treasure pavilion in the center of the holy city was quite comfortable.

On the high platform,
The Holy Spirit looked down at the ten demon-hunting teams, and the man recounted the history of the Demon-Exorcising Pass, making everyone's blood boil.

However, Yan Qianqiu was not interested in what he saw.

The Chief of the General Staff continued,
"...The demons' autumn harvest has begun."

"I will assign you to an infantry battalion, starting as the most ordinary infantry soldier. The higher your military merit, the more special missions you can take on from me..."

He clapped his hands.

Ten officers walked in from outside and came before Yan Qianqiu, Long Haochen, and the others.

"The battalion commanders will be in charge from now on!"

Finished.

The battalion commander led Yan Qianqiu and others out of the conference room.

Walking on the path to exorcism,

Zhang Hairong looked at the leading boy, his face showing excitement.

"I am Zhang Hairong, the battalion commander of the First Battalion. It is my honor to fight alongside you!"

The man stood ramrod straight, like a javelin.

We solemnly bow to the inkstone.

Bai Xiaomo and the others looked at Yan Qianqiu and Zhang Hairong with curiosity, wondering why this towering man was so respectful to the regimental commander.

Yan Qianqiu looked at the man with the iron tower, his expression serious, "Every warrior who fights against the demons deserves respect, you don't need to be so polite to me."

"These are two different things!" Zhang Hairong said excitedly. "Witnessing your heroic deeds on the battlefield is the greatest encouragement for us!"

The infantry battalion commander was not initially interested in leading the demon-hunting team.

Even though these demon hunters are all at least Tier 4 combat power.

But Zhang Hairong is only a fourth-level warrior, a mere infantry battalion commander. How could he possibly command these prodigies?

But the moment he saw Yan Qianqiu, his indifference vanished, replaced by a kind of fervor.

Yan Qianqiu could roughly guess why Zhang Ronghai respected him so much.

After all, he grew up here and has been facing the demons for six years since he was eight years old.

Zhang Hairong may have seen his true face beneath the armor and mask.

(End of this chapter)