Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 303: Test (Part 3)

Chapter 303: Test (Part 3)

Simon Yoder lowered his head and said, "It was personally checked by Pan Yi, and finally tested by the 6th Adjudicator Spencer Chan. Spencer Chan’s cultivation has already broken through to the Tier 2."

"Even they couldn’t force out his true strength. It seems that Kenny Lin’s strength is also between Tier 2. That guy Antonio Lin really has raised a good son. If he inherits the Lin family in the future, I’m afraid the Lin family will rise even higher."

Raithwall Yoder’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression still stern and a bit gloomy.

With the Lin family in the front, the Yoder family couldn’t rise any higher.

"Father..."

Simon Yoder had just begun to speak when Raithwall Yoder raised his hand to stop him.

"Have you found out who’s been behind all this? The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"Not yet, but judging by the methods, it seems like the work of the Astral Demoniaco Sects," Simon Yoder straightening up himself.

"Most of the devil cultivators killed by the Demon slayer were affiliated with the Astral Demoniaco Sects. Now that we know the Demon slayer is Kenny Lin, they must be retaliating."

"No," Raithwall Yoder narrowed his eyes.

"There must be other reasons behind this."

"How does Father know?" Simon Yoder asked hastily.

"If Kenny Lin were the Demon slayer, even if he was exposed by the Celestial Peak, what could they do? Both the Lin family and the military would still protecting him, making it impossible to harm him. It would be a net loss to antagonize both factions," Raithwall Yoder explained.

"So Father suspects that the Astral Demoniaco Sects have other motives. What could those be?" Simon Yoder lifted his head.

"You go and investigate it. This could be an unexpected advantage. If we can use it well, we can reap benefits and buy some time for the Yoder family."

"I’ll get to it right away."

The news that Kenny Lin wasn’t the Demon slayer didn’t surprise many people.

Such methods were too crude.

Within their limited thought, it was impossible for Kenny Lin to expose himself like that.

But unlike the major families and forces, the internet was abuzz with the news.

[ Where are those people who claimed Kenny Lin was the Demon slayer? ]

[ Hurry up come out and let me slap your faces. ]

[ I wonder where those people who begged the school leaders for justice at the entrance of Heavenly Path University are now. ]

[ Where do they have any connection? It’s a fact that people lost their loved ones. ]

[ At that time, there was no evidence showing that Kenny Lin was the Demon slayer, yet these people’s targets were so clear. In their minds, they had already decided he was the Demon slayer. Why? They even called reporters over. This is worth pondering. ]

[ The Lin family is powerful. If he doesn’t admit it, how can ordinary people fight against him? They have to prepare themselves. ]

[ Heavenly Path University has always been fair and has a good reputation. How could they know it wouldn’t work without even trying? ]

[ I feel like there’s definitely a conspiracy targeting Kenny Lin. ]

[ Well, there’s no smoke without fire. ]

[ Stop it. I’m a student at Heavenly Path. I remember senior Kenny Lin never actively targeted anyone or looked down on others. He was just aloof, but he’s actually a good person. ]

The online debate continued incessantly.

After Amalia finished practicing her cultivation, she noticed a change in the online trend, which indicating that Kenny Lin was no longer seen as a threat.

In the evening, Kenny Lin received a communication from the military headquarters.

"I understand. If they want to investigate, just let them investigate," Kenny Lin said emotionlessly as he ended the communication.

"What’s wrong?" Amalia faintly heard a few words but didn’t catch them clearly.

"The victims’s families took reporters to the military gate to protest," Kenny Lin summarized succinctly, his face as cold as ice.

"Why they protest at the military gate?"

"They want the military to catch the demon slayer for them."

Amalia frowned, "Shouldn’t this kind of things be the responsibility of the military?"

Kenny Lin’s face turned icy, "The people behind this haven’t given up yet. They just want to force the military to intervene."

"What’s the benefit of forcing the military to intervene?"

"They haven’t given up their idea that I’m the demon slayer. If it’s ultimately proven, it’ll put them in a dilemma. It’ll be leverage against the military. But they’re too presumptuous. I’m definitely not the demon slayer. In the end, they’ll just be wasting their efforts, and there’s no need to pay attention to them." Kenny Lin clearly had no interest in the matter, and he saying this as he was about to leave.

"Where are you going?" Amalia asked instinctively.

Without looking back, Kenny Lin replied, "Go practice. In a few days, I will leave the school for training."

"That’s good. Staying in the school all the time is pointless. Remember to report your whereabouts once you’re out," Amalia reminded him.

Kenny Lin paused for a moment before saying, "Did I do that before?"

Amalia lied expressionlessly, "Yes."

A flicker of conflict crossed Kenny Lin’s face, but in the end, he didn’t say anything, and seemingly accepting it.

Once he left, Amalia couldn’t help but laugh.

Kenny Lin in white clothes was so easy to deceive.

After shaking her head, she also left.

This trip to the Disaster Zone was indeed fruitful.

Besides her own gains, Kenny Lin also had giving her all of his harvest, as if believing that she could refine better artifacts with those materials.

And he had only collected high-quality refining materials.

So, for the time being, he didn’t lack advanced level materials.

Three days later, Kenny Lin went out for training, with no fixed return date.

Amalia made an appointment with Lucia Lopes, and the two of them plunged into the school’s training room.

The battle between the two of them has been eagerly waited by the first-year students, but unbeknownst to everyone else they had engaging in seven or eight back-and-forth battles every day.

And so, ten days had passed like this.