Divine Seal: The little princess is vying and fighting to become the Demon Emperor.

Chapter 42 It's the Demon Hunter Team again. Am I hunting myself?

"……Row."

Upon hearing that Sheng Cai'er was also going to join, Sheng Yue hesitated for a moment but still agreed.

They should have similar combat experience, and judging from how close Cai'er seems to be to Bai Haochen, she probably won't go too far.

"Then thank you very much, sir..."

The final note of Feng Jing's song is slightly elongated.

Bai Haochen immediately knew someone was going to be in trouble, and he quickly pulled Sheng Cai'er aside.

The big shots are about to clash, so small fry like him and Cai'er should quickly step aside to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

The next moment, Feng Jing's sword tip headed towards the Holy Spirit Heart in the hall.

The Holy Spirit reacted swiftly and quickly responded to the attack.

"What is the goddess doing?"

Even after taking Feng Jing's attack, Holy Spirit Heart's heart was still pounding.

That was really close; if he had been any slower, he would have been injured.

"Let's have a friendly competition!"

"Could it be that you're not an assassin?"

"The hero said that I can choose any assassin of the sixth rank or above in the entire Holy Temple to spar with."

"You are my primary target!"

Feng Jing answered confidently, but it was a little bit irritating.

She'd wanted to punch Holy Spirit Heart for a long time; she'd just spewed a bunch of farts there.

The Holy Spirit was even more astonished and speechless.

He never expected that Feng Jing would set his sights on him.

"But I'm not a sixth-tier, I'm a seventh-tier King Assassin!"

Feng Jing, however, became even more self-righteous.

"I know you're a seventh-tier King Assassin, you don't need to brag anymore!"

"The hero said that those above the sixth rank naturally include the seventh rank. You should understand what he's saying."

"So, choosing you is just right..."

Before the last note had even faded, Feng Jing once again swiftly rushed towards the Holy Spirit Heart, his thrusting sword as fast as lightning.

After narrowly catching it, the Holy Spirit was speechless.

"Was it really necessary for you to launch a sneak attack?"

They launched two surprise attacks.

"In an assassin's dictionary, there is no word for sneak attack; there is only seizing the initiative, being quick, accurate, and ruthless."

Feng Jing almost rolled her eyes. How come she didn't even know the assassin's code as well as Feng Jing?

Due to the unique nature of the profession, among the six professions, the assassin can be said to be the only one that takes pride in stealth attacks.

An assassin who can't launch a sneak attack is not a good assassin.

Realizing that he had forgotten, Holy Spirit Heart had nothing to say and dared not speak to Feng Jing anymore.

He quickly straightened his attitude and focused all his attention on dealing with Feng Jing.

Although he was at the seventh level, he was still much higher than Feng Jing.

But he dared not be careless in the slightest.

If he were to lose a match with a difference of one level, it would be quite embarrassing.

However, it seems he's definitely going to lose face today.

"Is your inner spiritual power a bottomless pit???"

The Holy Spirit couldn't help but ask.

He was shocked to see Feng Jing unleash several powerful assassin moves, all of which required a certain range of spiritual energy. Holy Spirit Heart roughly calculated that this far exceeded the spiritual energy required for a sixth-tier cultivator.

He originally intended to exhaust Feng Jing's spiritual power to win this sparring match, so that Feng Jing wouldn't lose too badly.

However, he did not expect that Feng Jing's inner spiritual power was extraordinary, and now he was likely to lose.

"My spiritual power is actually quite durable."

Feng Jing seemed a little embarrassed; it seemed like she had bullied her a bit.

The same moves, after she simplified them, require less internal spiritual energy. Moreover, she can now recover her internal spiritual energy while fighting.

Water is being released from one side and being added from the other; it's going to be very difficult to drain this pool dry.

"You're distracted again."

Whenever Sheng Lingxin loses focus or shows signs of distraction, Feng Jing launches a sneak attack, hoping to seize the opportunity to capture him.

However, having been an assassin for nearly thirty years, Holy Spirit Heart's instinct for dodging danger had become second nature, and Feng Jing's sneak attack had failed.

But even the Holy Spirit couldn't do anything about her. "How about we settle things?"

When both sides reached a stalemate, Feng Jing made a suggestion.

If we keep playing, they'll reveal their trump card.

Thinking of his trump card, the Spirit Furnace, Holy Spirit Heart ultimately accepted the draw with some difficulty.

A draw is certainly embarrassing.

However, the aftereffects of the Rejuvenation Furnace are even more shameful.

"It's a draw!"

The draw between Holy Spirit Heart and Feng Jing was unexpected by everyone.

"The speed at which your strength is improving is somewhat frightening."

"I feel that within three years, you will be able to successfully enter the seventh rank and set a new record."

Seeing Feng Jing's strength, Sheng Yue's eyes lit up, and she had another idea.

"Um, the registration for the Demon Hunter Team selection competition hasn't closed yet. Would you like to consider it...?"

"We'll compete in the name of our Assassin's Temple!"

Saint Moon still hadn't given up on this idea, or rather, he had never given up at all.

"Thank you, but I won't consider it."

Feng Jing was getting annoyed by the rejection.

The Demon Hunter Selection Tournament, her?

She herself is a demon, and she will be the most powerful demon.

Is she going to hunt herself?
I'd really appreciate it.

"Think about it again. If you agree, I'll give you anything."

Saint Moon, however, was unwilling to give up; he desperately wanted to surpass the Knights and take first place.

"I don't want anything."

You can't give me what I want.

"How could there not be..."

"Great-grandfather, my teacher doesn't want to participate."

Sheng Cai'er interrupted Sheng Yue, her tone forceful and somewhat fierce.

"it is good."

After Sheng Cai'er spoke up to refuse Feng Jing, Sheng Yue finally gave up the idea for the time being.

He felt guilty towards Saint Cher.

He would agree to anything that Sheng Cai'er said, as long as it wasn't too outrageous or would have too much of an impact.

This is his small compensation.

Although Saint Cher didn't want it.

Ignoring Sheng Yue's somewhat guilty gaze, Sheng Cai'er walked to Feng Jing's side and took her hand.

"Teacher, let me take you to rest."

"it is good."

"Teacher, it seems there are no good guesthouses available. Could you stay in my room?"

"can."

I want to live with you.

That was a longing for warmth.

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The news that Holy Spirit Heart and Feng Jing had drawn their match quickly spread throughout the Assassin's Temple.

Upon hearing this news, quite a few sixth-tier stealth fighters actually fled, instead pretending to hide and wait for Feng Jing.

Ignoring their attempts to avoid him, Feng Jing still had a lot of fun.

"You didn't conceal your presence well. It's too cold here; you can tell something's hiding somewhere."

"You're even worse; you forgot to hide your shadow."

"You're good at hiding your true abilities, but unfortunately, you're lacking in real combat skills, and you ran into me. You're unlucky..."

That evening, Feng Jing went to the Assassin's Temple to spar with everyone, and didn't forget to give them helpful advice.

Overnight, Feng Jing had already sparred with more than thirty people.

Upon hearing the news, Sheng Yue was overjoyed and gave Feng Jing many gifts as a token of her gratitude.

Feng Jing's challenges to the various temples can be considered a win-win situation. If it weren't for the gifts they sent as thanks, Feng Jing wouldn't have been so proactive.

(End of this chapter)