Rise of The Demon General

Lin Giru's eyes went wide when he saw the bladed horn. Lin Guo came forward and checked the horn.

"This is indeed the bladed horn from a Greasy Horned Weasel," Lin Guo confirmed.

"Are you ready to listen to my explanation now?" Amon asked Lin Giru.

Lin Giru was still lost for words.

"Tell us," It was Lin Guo who had asked.

"We went down there and searched for the Greasy Horned Weasel together. We managed to track one down and worked together to kill it. I was ordered to cut the bladed horn off from the dead beast. While I was doing the task, suddenly more weasels came out. The three seniors were fighting those beasts but there were just too many. Seeing as I was the youngest, the three honorable seniors told me to go first while they held the beasts down. Though I was unwilling, I know that my ability is limited. So I ran as fast as possible. I heard their death screams while I was running, that's how I know they had died to the beasts."

"Yo–you are lying…!" Lin Giru exclaimed.

"Why do you say that?" Amon asked calmly.

"Be… because…" was all Lin Giru could say. He was lost in finding the excuse to counter Amon's statement. Unless he revealed their real mission's objective was assassinating Amon, he couldn't deny the falseness of Amon's report.

Lin Guo, however, knew that Amon was not telling the truth. Simply because the story said the three seniors had sacrificed themselves to save Amon. Those three were not that altruistic. He had also seen their disdainful glance at Amon throughout the journey. They couldn't have risked their lives for Amon. But then again, those three were not his responsibility. Amon was his responsibility. So, he did not refute Amon's story.

"You… Go down and bring their bodies back up here!" Lin Giru finally said after trying to collect his thoughts.

"Are you crazy? Do you not listen to what I've just said. I was running for my life to escape that place. Now you are asking me to return. Do you want the three honorable seniors' sacrifices to go in vain?"

The mention of three honorable seniors brought anger to Lin Giru's head. If he couldn't control himself, he would have struck this kid down where he stood. But there was Lin Guo here, he could not do as he wished.

"Let's return first," Lin Guo said. "The loss of the three is unfortunate, but there is nothing we can do for now."

"We have to get their bodies back!" Lin Giru insisted.

"Then you are welcome to go down there. With your cultivation, it should be no problem to deal with those weasels," Amon said.

"I can't go in! The hole is too small!" Lin Giru almost screamed.

"Then there is nothing we can do here," Lin Guo said again. "It will take too long to dig a hole and make it large enough for us. My concern here is Amon's safety. I will take him back. He had already completed his mission of getting the bladed horn of the Greasy Horned Weasel anyway. We will come back another time with manpower to dig into this lair."

Lin Giru was unwilling, but with Lin Guo here, there was nothing he could do. Finally, he relented and followed them back. Throughout their return journey, he was lamenting about how he should explain to Lin Fong and the three boy's families.

After they arrived back at the Lin estate, Lin Giru went off by himself. He was not in the mood to hand in the mission. Amon bet he was going to report to Lin Fong.

Lin Guo continued to follow Amon to the clan mission center. Lin Guo used the jade communication device to let Madam Lin know that he and Amon were back on the estate already.

Amon went to the counter on the second floor and gave his identification token to be checked. He then gave his mission report and handed over the bladed horn.

Due to Amon being the only surviving member, the entire mission points were given to him. He received four hundred mission points. From what Madam Lin had informed him, Lin Weida had given him a requirement to gather at least three hundred mission points every three months. This was the condition for staying within the Lin clan.

This number was given with the consideration that he would be undertaking E-level missions, which generally granted ten to a hundred points. A hundred points E-level missions would usually require several mortal stage cultivators to work together. And the mission length was usually around one to ten days.

For D-level missions, they generally gave around one hundred to five hundred points. With the same logic where the mission that granted higher points would require more cultivators to perform.

Amon was lucky. Due to Lin Fong's ploy, he had instead gained the required mission points in just one mission. Now, he could go back to focus on his cultivation and training before he had to return to doing missions again.

He asked the counter to be shown the item list that he could exchange with his mission points. The counter gave him a piece of paper. On the paper were written several items with the points required. Most were lower-level pills and low-tier engraved weapons. There was no martial arts nor cultivation arts book.

The counter informed him that it was a limited list because he was not considered a real Lin clan member.

Amon returned the list. He had no interest in such petty items on the list. In this case, he would not focus too much on doing missions. He would just do it to get the lowest required mission points before going back to focus on cultivation and training again.

When Amon walked out of the mission center, he saw Madam Lin waiting outside. Lin Guo excused himself after Madam Lin met with Amon.

Madam Lin asked how the mission was. Amon had no intention to tell her how the three Lin boys had tried to assassinate him. Instead, he told her the same story as the one he told Lin Giru, about how the three made noble sacrifices to allow him to live.

Madam Lin sighed as she lamented the loss of young blood, but noted that such misfortunes did happen from time to time. The life of a cultivator was not a peaceful one. One needed to be ready to face death at every turn.

She told Amon that she would make donations to the grieving families since those children had helped hers to come back alive.

Amon commented that she was a very kind woman, to which she only laughed it off. Amon then asked if she could take him to meet uncle Lin Fong.

Madam Lin was confused. The way she remembered it, the relationship between that brother of hers and this adopted son of hers was not exactly sunshine. So, it was surprising for Amon to make such a request.

Amon told her that he would like to talk with Lin Fong about the mission as there were some details he wanted to check with him. He also added that he knew that uncle Lin Fong had some dissatisfaction with him, if he could start having a conversation with him, probably their relationship could become better.

Madam Lin was surprised by Amon's willingness to form a better relationship with her family, so she agreed to it. She took him to a housing complex that was no less impressive than where she and Amon stayed. The servants and guards recognized her and bowed to her as she passed. They went directly to the biggest house.

They heard some shouting and punching sounds as they approached.

Madam Lin recognized the voice that did the shouting to be her brother. She wondered if her brother was in a fight with someone?

"Perhaps it is not a good time to visit," Madam Lin said to Amon.

"We are already here, might as well say hi to him," Amon said. He had an inkling as to who Lin Fong was shouting at.

When they came to the courtyard of Lin Fong's house, someone was on the ground full of bruises. Lin Fong was standing over the guy while continuing yelling profane words, occasionally kicking the poor guy in the process.

It took a while to recognize the person on the ground due to all the bruises, but after careful observation, Madam Lin remembered the person to be Lin Giru, the overseer of his son's mission just now. Madam Lin wondered what kind of mistakes he had committed to deserve such a beating from his brother.

"Fong," Madam Lin called out.

"Can't you see I am…!" Lin Fong turned around while scolding at the same time. But his scolding was choked partway when he saw it was Madam Lin who had come.