Holy Moon: This guy is really talented!

"Daam It!"

Luo Fan couldn't believe his luck, exclaiming, "100 points of innate spiritual power! Is that on par with the Son of Samsara?" He remembered that Cai'er had been trained as a Saint of Reincarnation by the Assassin Temple when her innate spiritual power had exceeded 90. Long Haochen's innate spiritual power was 97, only three points higher than Luo Fan's.

It seemed that becoming stronger required hard work, or perhaps, reliance on the system.

"Practice diligently, and you'll be rewarded," he mused, "just like what the people from the Blue Star call 'involution.' I'm very familiar with this concept."

For the past three years, he hadn't allowed himself a moment of relaxation, working tirelessly to become a strong man who could stand up to the demons and protect humanity. Now, he had an excellent starting point.

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The Son of Light? That must mean he had the attribute of light in his body. And the Son of Reincarnation corresponded to the Assassin profession, allowing him to practice both simultaneously.

The system properties panel appeared in Luo Fan's mind:

[Name: Luo Fan]

[Age: 9]

[Innate spiritual power: 100]

[Spiritual power: 100]

[Race: mixed race (unspecified)]

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[Mount: None]

[Spiritual furnace: none]

[Occupation: Assassin, Knight]

[Physique: Son of Light, Son of Reincarnation]

At that moment, Cai'er knelt beside Luo Fan, gripping his hand tightly, wanting to say something. But after a long moment of silence, her words remained unspoken. All she could do was let her tears fall onto Luo Fan's blood-stained face.

Suddenly, a figure appeared next to Cai'er and gently patted her shoulder. She turned to see Ying Suifeng, who shook his head sadly.

"Cai'er, all of his internal organs are severely damaged, and his meridians are in terrible shape. I'm afraid he won't see the sun tomorrow." Cai'er trembled as if struck by lightning, then shook her head in disbelief and wrote in Ying Suifeng's hand.

"Uncle Ying, you must save him. He's my savior!"

Observing Cai'er, who had never shown such excitement before, Ying Suifeng couldn't help but be taken aback. The unique training methods of the Assassin Temple had turned Cai'er into a so-called "reincarnation saint" at the tender age of three.

Her nightmare began from that moment.

At three years old, Cai'er was placed in a cold, dark cave by her great-grandfather, Shengyue. She had no family, no food, and no comfort. For seven days and seven nights, all she had was a suspended black magic weapon—her sword. The lively and cheerful Cai'er disappeared, replaced by a stern, desperate, and cold Saint of Reincarnation.

As Ying Suifeng pronounced the dire condition of Luo Fan, who lay on the ground, a mix of emotions flooded Luo Fan's heart. In his previous life, he had been a small-town writer, steadfastly adhering to the belief that "God rewards those who work hard." In this new life, even the low-level minions believed in the concept that "hard work will lead to success."

In reality, death was not the most terrifying outcome. The true horror lay in a life of inaction, which left him unsettled. If not for the early awakening of the system, he might have lost his life this time.

Luo Fan attempted to rise, but he found himself unable to move. While the system had enhanced his physique, the injuries he had sustained had not been mitigated.

Gradually, his consciousness waned, and overwhelming fatigue led him to lose consciousness.

Sensing Luo Fan's faint breath, Cai'er knelt beside Ying Suifeng.

"Uncle Ying, I've never asked anything of you since I was a child, but today I implore you to save him. I promise to work diligently in the future and never stray again."

"Cai'er, please get up and tell me what you have in mind."

Ying Suifeng promptly helped Cai'er to her feet. He had never witnessed Cai'er like this before, and he shook his head in disbelief.

"We'll need to bring him back to the Assassin's Temple first. Only the Temple Lord can devise a solution!"

In Exorcism City, they headed directly to the heart of the Assassin's Temple. With Luo Fan on his back, Ying Suifeng followed closely behind. As they passed through the temple, many onlookers gazed at the unusual scene with perplexed expressions.

Seeing the Saint and the Deputy Palace Master personally escorting a young man covered in blood back to the temple, the onlookers were quite surprised. They had never seen this young man before, and the direction they were heading was exactly where the Palace Master resided.

"No!"

"Let this kid fend for himself; there's nothing I can do!" The leader of the Assassin Temple, Sheng Yue, hunched over, displaying an unmoved countenance.

Ying Suifeng had just given a brief account of the situation to Sheng Yue. Cai'er insisted on Sheng Yue saving Luo Fan's life. But Cai'er was Sheng Yue's great-granddaughter and the reincarnated daughter of the Assassin Temple, destined to lead humanity against the demons. They couldn't afford to neglect something important because of the personal relationship between these young individuals.

Seeing that Sheng Yue remained unyielding, Cai'er became increasingly anxious and tugged at Ying Suifeng's sleeve.

Ying Suifeng sighed, "Master of the Palace, you can see that he ended up like this while trying to save Cai'er. Why don't you save him?"

"Shadow, I haven't settled the score with you yet, but it's a good thing you're talking to me here. Believe it or not, I'll give you a test too?" Sheng Yue stood tall with her hands behind her back, glaring at Ying Suifeng. Frightened, Ying Suifeng quickly retreated, closing his mouth and silencing himself.

Unable to get through to Sheng Yue, Ying Suifeng spread his hands and looked helplessly at Cai'er.

Cai'er had a pained expression on her face, and at some point, a dagger had appeared in her hand, held directly against her neck, as she desperately stared at Sheng Yue.

"I could have been a normal person, but you forced me into this hellish trial. Now I've finally found a friend willing to go through fire and water for me, yet you remain indifferent! Despite being the Saint of Reincarnation, my name is in vain, and I'm already a walking zombie. In this case, is there any meaning for me to live in this world?" Two crystal tears streamed down Cai'er's cheeks.

"Cai'er, no!" Ying Suifeng was shocked by Cai'er's actions.

Sheng Yue swiftly reached Cai'er's side, knocking the dagger from her hand. The blade left a shallow mark on her neck. If she had acted half a second later, Cai'er might have lost her life.

"Nonsense!" Sheng Yue didn't anticipate that her great-granddaughter would contemplate ending her life for a young boy. When did she become so vulnerable? "Cai'er, you're being foolish. Is it worth it?"

Ying Suifeng couldn't help but feel sympathy. He had known Cai'er since she was a child, but he never anticipated such a dramatic shift in her character after the reincarnation trial.

Sheng Yue heaved a heavy sigh. In the end, this stubborn little old man couldn't withstand the resolve of her great-granddaughter. She turned to Luo Fan and began to assess his condition.

As Ying Suifeng had mentioned, Luo Fan's injuries were indeed severe. If Ying Suifeng hadn't used his spiritual power to protect Luo Fan's heart in time, there might have been a lifeless body lying there now.

However, the next moment, Sheng Yue's pupils constricted in shock as she stared at Luo Fan.

"The innate spiritual power of this young man... it's as high as 100 points!"