212: Chapter 211 The "Loyalty" of the Demon Suppression Division

The valley was deathly silent, save for the crackling of burning battle flags and the heavy, irrepressible breathing of the wounded.

The air was thick with the pungent stench of blood, but at this moment, it did not feel nauseating; instead, it evoked an exhilaration of having survived a catastrophe.

Thousands of eyes were fixed intently on the black-robed youth slowly walking toward them.

In their eyes, the previous skepticism and worry were long gone, and even the way they viewed their "Young Lord" had changed.

Replacing it was a fanaticism bordering on religious worship, along with... a deep, Soul-stirring awe.

That was a full-strength Imperial Guard of the Immortal Court! And it was led by a commander at the Late Stage of the Golden Immortal realm!

That was a terrifying force capable of easily annihilating a minor immortal sect!

Just like that... they were gone?

Slaughtered by one man, with a broken iron sword picked up from a pile of corpses, as if slicing through vegetables?

Is he even human?

Lin Feng walked up to Liu Ming, looking at the man with the severed arm and his pale complexion, his brows knitting slightly.

With a casual wave of his hand, several jade bottles exuding a rich medicinal fragrance (top-tier healing Medicinal Pills swiped from Immortal Lord Yuheng) flew into Liu Ming's arms.

"Reconnect your arm first, don't let it go to waste. I'll still be counting on you to handle the accounts later."

Lin Feng's voice remained calm, as if the tens of thousands he had just killed were merely a few ants he had stepped on.

Liu Ming scrambled to catch the Medicinal Pill, his hands trembling—he didn't know if it was from pain or excitement.

"Lin... Brother Lin, no, Lord Division Master!"

Liu Ming suddenly corrected himself, without a moment's hesitation. Not even bothering to reattach his arm, he dropped to one knee with a heavy "thud" onto the blood-soaked mud!

This kneeling was like toppling a domino.

Clatter!

Behind him, those white-haired, proud Elders, along with the thousands of surviving Demon Suppression Division warriors, regardless of how severe their injuries were, all forced themselves up and knelt in perfect unison within the pool of blood.

"Greetings, Division Master!!!"

The roar of thousands, though hoarse, carried unprecedented firmness and power, causing the valley to echo and Lin Feng's eardrums to buzz.

This was an acknowledgement, a vow to entrust their lives.

Lin Feng was slightly stunned and rubbed his nose: "I don't think I've officially taken office yet, right? And I never said I wanted to be this Division Master..."

"No! From the moment you, alone with your sword, drove back the Imperial Guard and saved us all, you became the only master of the Demon Suppression Division! You are also our only faith!"

The oldest Elder, his beard already white, wept as he tremblingly pulled a black brocade box from his bosom, which had been hidden close to his body and wrapped in several layers of Restrictions.

He held the brocade box with both hands, raised it above his head, knelt forward a few steps to Lin Feng, and pressed his forehead to the ground.

"Lord Division Master, this was left behind by the old Division Master before he passed. He said this was the Demon Suppression Division's final trump card, and it must never be brought out unless we were at the brink of life and death."

"He even said that if we could not find that 'fated' person, this object would rather rot in the earth than appear in the world."

"Now... if not for you, the Demon Suppression Division would have perished today. You are that fated person!"

"This item should now return to its rightful owner."

Lin Feng took the brocade box and opened it gently.

Inside lay a pitch-black token, its material seemingly neither gold nor jade. It lacked intricate patterns, bearing only an ancient character: "Demon".

This "Demon" character was written in a wild, clawing manner; every stroke looked as if it had been carved with a blood-drenched sword. Just one glance felt as if it would suck one's Soul in, filled with lawless tyranny and arrogance.

"This is..." Lin Feng's heart stirred; he felt a familiar sense of summons.

"This is the [Demon Token]."

The Elder explained, his tone incomparably respectful, "Back then, the Demon-Sealing Immortal King founded the Demon Suppression Division and left behind two core tokens. One is the [Suppression Token], representing management, order, and protection; it had been in the hands of the Deputy Division Master, and was later given to you."

"And this [Demon Token] represents slaughter, destruction, and power. It is also the other key to opening the Demon Suppression Division's ultimate treasury — the 'Demon-Sealing Tomb'."

"Only when the [Suppression Token] and the [Demon Token] become one can that door to the true Legacy be opened."

"The Old Ancestor once said: He who holds both tokens can command all demons under heaven, inherit the Immortal King's mantle, and invert Yin and Yang!"

Lin Feng took out the [Demon Token] and pulled the [Suppression Token] he had previously obtained from his bosom.

As the two tokens drew near.

"Hum!"

Without any need for Lin Feng to activate them, they were like long-lost lovers, instantly drawn to each other. With a "click," they tightly adhered together!

A brilliant light erupted!

The two tokens seamlessly combined into a complete circular token, with "Demon Suppression" carved on one side and "Sealing Heaven" on the other.

A vicissitudinous and grand aura, carrying the scent of smoke from ancient battlefields, surged from the token and rushed directly into Lin Feng's brow, causing his Sea of Consciousness to tremble.

At this moment, Lin Feng felt as if he had established a wondrous Bloodline connection with this Cangyun Mountain Range, and even with some existence deep underground.

He could clearly sense that deep beneath this base, there was a long-sealed door waiting for its master to push it open.

"So that's how it is..."

Lin Feng tightened his grip on the Body Integration token, feeling the power contained within, and scanned the crowd kneeling on the ground with expectant faces.

He knew that from this day on, he was no longer a lone wolf fighting on his own.

What he had accepted was not just a token, but a heavy responsibility and a group of brothers willing to die for him.

"Everyone, rise."

Lin Feng's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone present, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"Since you acknowledge me as your master, I, Lin Feng, will state this clearly."

"As long as I do not die, the flag of the Demon Suppression Division will not fall."

"Today's blood will not have been shed in vain. I will seek justice for those fallen brothers."

"One day, I will lead you to storm the Nine Heavens and trample that so-called Immortal Court... underfoot! Let no one in these myriad worlds dare to bully my Demon Suppression Division ever again!"

"Now..."

Lin Feng turned around and looked toward the entrance of the Forbidden Ground at the back of the mountain—the most secretive spot, which Liu Ming had risked his life to protect just moments ago—his eyes flashing with intensity.

"Follow me... to open the treasury! And claim the Legacy!"