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

Chapter 42 The Ugly Truth, Night Bell

"We are doing this for the Holy Alliance, to resist the Demon Race!" Lan Yanyu's breathing was clearly audible.

Yan Qianqiu carried Cai'er and placed her on the bed, then turned and pushed open the wooden door.

The boy stared at Lan Yanyu and said coldly, "I'm asking you, look me in the eyes."

His eyes transformed into double pupils, his hair flew white as snow, and divine radiance shone on both sides.

"In the past ten years, Holy Spirit Heart was neither the Chief of the Military, nor were you the Lord of the Exorcism Magic Hall. In the same Exorcism City, why did you fail to become Cai'er's pillar of support?"

"For the Holy Alliance, to resist the Demon Race?" Yan Qianqiu's lips curled up. "You can fool outsiders, but don't fool yourself too."

"You should understand the situation of humanity in the heart of the demon realm."

"Is it very critical?"

"Do not have time?"

"It has to be you?" Yan Qianqiu's words were like daggers to the heart. "There's no other reason why our family has fallen into this situation."

"It's just because you don't love it; it's all just a pretentious performance!"

Assassins have incredibly sharp senses; if they don't love someone, they simply don't love them, and no amount of explanation will change that.

"Shut up!" Lan Yanyu dared not look the boy in the eye, but she was still burning with anger.

She was distraught.

Because everything the boy said was right!
More importantly, how could this chosen one of the gods of reincarnation know the situation inside the demon's belly?
Yes.

Lan Yanyu knew very well that the human race held a position in the demon realm equivalent to that of a mid-level demon, living in peace and prosperity, with a life even better than many human cities.

The Holy Alliance dared not even reveal this information to outsiders.

"No matter how busy you are with work, can't you find time to buy a gift? When you happen to be passing by at night, can't you find time to leave a greeting card by your bedside or hug your daughter?"

Yan Qianqiu reached out and grasped Cai'er's small hand. Her body trembled slightly as she leaned on the boy's shoulder, but not a single tear fell.

She had already shed all the tears for her loved ones ten years ago when she was trapped in the dark abyss of reincarnation.

"What you feel for your daughter is not love, but your ugly desire to control."

Yan Qianqiu's tone was filled with anger.

If this couple truly loved Cai'er, this scene wouldn't have happened.

If we could forgive them so easily, wouldn't the torment Cai'er endured as a child seem ridiculous?

"Aaaaaah!" Lan Yanyu roared and raised her hand, her anger burning away her reason.

Under normal circumstances, she would never dare to attack the Assassin Temple's Chosen One.

But the shame of being exposed by the boy in front of everyone filled his mind, and it had turned into a raging fire.

She felt it was necessary to assert some authority as an elder!

"Wandering between heaven and earth..."

Yan Qianqiu laughed in exasperation. Could it be that all the divine beings were hiding in one nest?

If they can't win an argument, they resort to violence.

Unfortunately, I am no longer young, and the situation has already reversed.

You dared to stop me when I was a child.

If you still dare to talk nonsense in front of me now, then all my cultivation has been for nothing.

With this in mind, the young man rose and put it into practice.

Yan Qianqiu drew his sword, "Forget-Me-Not," and stood up, unleashing his ultimate attack without hesitation.

[The Angel of Death]
The blade emitted a dark gray, deathly light, and an aura of death surged forth.

It was like a crack opening in the gates of the underworld, allowing a glimpse into the abyss.

Lan Yanyu was stunned for a moment, and the magic in her hand was interrupted by the aura of the Netherworld.

An ancient bell rang in her mind.

"Bang~~"

The woman felt a chill run down her spine, as if she were gagging at the smell of death. Her face turned pale, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

"No!" Lan Yanyu hurriedly retreated, her steps so hurried that her crystal high heels flew off.

Yan Qianqiu severed the channel through which the Hellfire Spirit Furnace absorbed spiritual energy, and the hellfire that had stained his heavy sword vanished. Even he hadn't expected that this would trigger the death knell.

In other words, Lan Yanyu was destined to die from this sword strike!

Although Yan Qianqiu harbored resentment towards the foolish woman, he wouldn't be so crazy as to kill Cai'er's mother in front of her.

Lan Yanyu fled in a panic without looking back, leaving the camphouse door open.

Cai'er hugged the boy and buried her face in his chest.

The boy stroked her head.

He turned to look at the other four women, his face showing little emotion. "Please excuse my poor appearance."

He casually closed the wooden door.

It's ridiculous,
Yan Qianqiu thought that he had used the Death Angel three times since he obtained the Hell Dao Spirit Furnace, but none of them were against the demon race.

He initially ignored Lan Yanyu, but if this woman hadn't kept pushing her luck, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Tan Wan and the other three looked at each other and obediently remained silent.

Since they are unaware of the specifics, the wisest course of action is to refrain from commenting.

Since the full picture is unknown, I will refrain from commenting.

A saying circulates among the six great temples: knights mediate, assassins are sharp-tongued, and mages watch the show...

Bai Xiaomo whispered, "It seems that the leader and Cai'er are both children of important figures in the Assassin's Temple."

Tan Wan rolled her eyes, almost crying at the girl's stupidity. "Stop it, you didn't just realize it only after I told you, did you?"

"You can understand this from Zhang Ronghai's respectful attitude towards him from the very beginning."

"Aww." Bai Xiaomo nodded shyly.

Tan Wan looked at the small wooden house and fell into deep thought.

To force back the Demon Exorcist's Gate's Magic Branch Hall Master with a single sword strike—that's no small feat.

However, she was a little confused, because logically, the five major magic branch hall masters should all be at the eighth level.

There are at least eighty eighth-tier mages in the Magic Temple.

But that woman just now didn't seem to be even at the peak of the seventh rank.

Tan Wan felt a little disdainful when she thought about this.

That woman was merely the branch temple master of the Exorcism Hall; it was practically a certainty that I would become the Grand Temple Master of Magic.

Lan Yanyu's position as commander of the magic legion was not worth mentioning in her eyes.

Tan Wan's eyes narrowed slightly.
She is destined to command the Storm Army, which will surpass the Ten Great Magic Legions!

Thinking that even he had to be polite to the young man, how could Lan Yanyu have the right to give Yan Qianqiu attitude?
This is ridiculous and utterly absurd.

"Clang... clang... clang... clang... clang..." A rhythmic, piercing metallic clanging sound rang out.

The outside suddenly became noisy.

"Army camp mobilization order." Yan Qianqiu pushed open the wooden door, and he was all too familiar with the clanging sound of the copper clapper.

"She's not feeling well, maybe Cai'er shouldn't go at all," Tan Wan suggested.

As an assassin, a confused mind can easily affect one's actions.

"Shall we rest for a while?" Yan Qianqiu turned to Cai'er. "I'll help you kill more demons."

"It's alright, I'd rather be with you." Cai'er's pretty face, hidden under the purple veil, revealed a faint smile.

It was as if the person who had just been trembling wasn't her.

Yan Qianqiu took the girl's hand, put his arm around her, and gently kissed her smooth, fair cheek.

The boy made up his mind.

I must have a talk with those two guys tomorrow and make things clear. If this happens again, I will never let it go so easily.

"Let's go!" Yan Qianqiu looked towards the door.

Outside the barracks, the soldiers in the camp, dressed in their full military uniforms, were quickly assembling towards the east gate.

　As the story progresses to the heart of the demon realm, and depicts the human survival situation there, the Holy Family's approach to educating Cai'er becomes utterly comical.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)