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

Chapter 6 You are an assassin, not a warrior

Although it is clear that the Wisdom Spirit Furnace is superior to the Reincarnation Spirit Furnace and other first-level spirit furnaces.

However, obtaining a first-level spirit furnace at this moment still filled Yan Qianqiu with joy. The listlessness he felt while in the dark cave was revitalized.

The Heavenly Dao Spiritual Furnace was gently pressed against his forehead.
The awakening ceremony of Yan Qianqiu began spontaneously, and golden spiritual power surged forth.

A deep golden spiritual energy enveloped his entire body, giving him an aura of nobility that surpassed all living beings.

Yan Qianqiu's hair turned pure white, and a clear light swirled behind him, making him appear like a deity.

He looked at the golden spiritual energy surging from the lines on his palm and was quite certain that this was not the awakening of killing intent.

The spiritual power attribute is completely different from that of the Assassin's Temple.

The spirit furnace merged into the dantian of his body, and the instinctive desire for spiritual power made it melt and rotate the spirit furnace, constantly seizing it.

After a while,
Yan Qianqiu's spiritual energy was depleted.

Strangely, this spirit furnace seemed to sense that its master's spiritual power was insufficient, so it restrained its instinct to seize and quietly slept in the dantian.

Ten clear golden rays enveloped Yan Qianqiu's fingers.
It transformed into ten exquisite rings.

He reached out and gently took Cai'er's hand.

As if sensing something, the girl's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, her pain slowly faded, and a peaceful expression appeared on her face.

Outside the cave,
Saint Moon sensed the Reincarnation Array vanish without a trace, and a look of wild joy appeared on his face. He leaped into the cave.

"The Reincarnation Furnace was successfully absorbed!"

"Let's go, let's get out of here first."

After saying this,

With a wave of his hand, a powerful spiritual force lifted the two of them from below, propelling them toward the Assassin's Temple.

……

The girl lay quietly on the bed.

Under the care of the eighth-rank priest, they all knew that Cai'er was fine.

The pastor told them that the girl would need to remain in a coma for at least two years to recover her depleted spiritual energy.

Holy Spirit Heart and Lan Yanyu looked at each other, both able to see the tension in each other's eyes.

Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.

Next room,

Yan Qianqiu ate the fragrant food with gusto, like a starving ghost reincarnated, while Cai'er at least had spiritual power to maintain her body's functions.

He hadn't awakened before.

Saint Moon sat to the side watching him. The child's eyes had returned to normal at some point, and his indigo blue eyes, like ice flowers, were very beautiful.

"At least in terms of caring for Cai'er, I can barely acknowledge your efforts."

His deep voice echoed in the room.

Yan Qianqiu swallowed the rice. He didn't care about Sheng Yue's approval at all, but his anger towards the three of them never disappeared.

He remembered,
Long Xingyu, as the God of Doomsday and Slaughter, and the person in charge of punishment at Yulong Pass, was willing to set aside three years to teach Long Haochen.

Although it actually lasted two and a half years.

And those three guys

To make himself feel better, he even avoided Cherrie Ying for the past three years.

The old man in front of me has mental problems too.

Yan Qianqiu was well aware of the Demon Hunter Tournament that would take place in the future.

Cai'er attacked Yang Wenzhao first, but the Knight Temple did not punish her. Instead, they sent the Assassin Temple to investigate in secret.

In the end, there was neither an apology nor compensation.

Neither Yang Haohan nor Yang Wenzhao held them accountable.

Later, Cai'er couldn't take it anymore and vomited blood.

Yet, Sheng Yue was able to tell Yang Haohan, "I'm going to kill you," and even after understanding the reason, she still clamored that she was never done with the Knight Temple.

Utterly shameless
Yang Haohan didn't blame you, Sheng Yue, for your poor teaching, yet he has the nerve to cause trouble with the Knight Temple.

Cai'er was born into their family; she was truly cursed for eight lifetimes.

Saint Moon slightly opened her eyes.

He had already discovered that the child in front of him possessed spiritual power.

Seeing the boy eating his meal attentively,
The old man couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Could this be the talent bestowed by the gods of reincarnation...?"

"But this isn't killing intent." Not everyone in the Assassin's Temple awakens killing intent; some awaken spatial attribute spiritual power and are still incredibly powerful.

For example, that chief elder.

After a moment's thought, he continued,
"I plan to have Xia Yin No. 2, who is your father, teach you. I will not assign him any more missions in the coming years, so cherish this time."

Saint Moon said in a deep voice.

Yan Qianqiu remained silent.

Eating silently, without the ability, everything is in vain.

……

In the Assassin's Courtyard,

There were twenty wooden targets set up, and on the weapon rack next to them were twenty wooden daggers.

Yan Qing stood at the very front.

There were twelve children standing there, including Yan Qianqiu, who was the youngest, only a little over three years old.

The others are all at least five years old.

These are the future elites of the Assassin's Temple of Exorcism Pass. Each of them has been tested and found to have innate spiritual power of forty or more. They are all rare geniuses.

Yan Qianqiu walked to the weapon rack.

He took out a wooden dagger and played with it in his hand.

"The task I'm giving you is very simple," Yan Qing said in a clear voice. "Stand in front of the wooden puppet, follow the steps I taught you to slip behind it, and then pick up the dagger and stab it in the back."

He didn't use any spiritual power, and slowly demonstrated the movements once.

For these five-year-old children

Learning these basic steps isn't difficult; after all, these children have been exposed to them by their parents at the Assassin's Temple headquarters in Exorcism City.

The children, each wielding a dagger, charged back and stabbed the small wooden puppet in the back.

However, it didn't hit a vital spot.

"Ah! Why is he like this?" A surprised voice rang out in the courtyard. A boy turned around and saw that the child was acting strangely.

Three or four children were drawn to his gaze and followed the direction he was pointing.

I looked at Yan Qianqiu.

Yan Qing frowned slightly. One reason was that these three or four children had poor concentration, but the remaining dozen or so children were not affected at all.

Another major reason...

That's his son.

He saw what just happened clearly.

Holding a dagger, Yan Qianqiu swiftly approached the wooden puppet and plunged the blade into its chest with unparalleled speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

Yan Qing knew,

His son had already awakened his own spiritual power, so while he was somewhat surprised by this performance, it wasn't unacceptable.

only……

"You're an assassin!"

Hearing his father's heavy voice, Yan Qianqiu looked at the wooden puppet. He didn't want to appear behind the puppet, as it felt too troublesome.

Why can't you just stab him directly in the heart?

Watching his father walk up to him,
The man half-squatted next to Yan Qianqiu and said earnestly, "Child, we are the Assassin's Temple, and we value explosive power and quick retreat the most."

Yan Qianqiu looked down at the dagger.

“We are assassins, not warriors, much less knights,” Yan Qing said seriously. “Repeat it after me.”

“I am an assassin…” Yan Qianqiu said.

"Good boy." The man smiled with satisfaction. "Go train. I believe you can do even better."

He stood up and stood a short distance away, focusing all his attention on Yan Qianqiu.

I see,

Yan Qianqiu held a dagger.
He rushed in front of the wooden puppet and swung his sword with lightning speed, stabbing it in the chest.

Still facing forward...

"Hahahaha!"

Loud laughter erupted around him, and many children pointed at him and laughed. More and more children noticed the commotion.

(End of this chapter)