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In the morning, Lingfeng was awakened by a powerful aura.
Quietly circulating his energy, he sensed a strong Demonic Energy. Lingfeng was currently practicing the Falling Leaf Technique and was very sensitive to the presence of Demonic Energy.
At that moment, the air was filled with this power, making Lingfeng feel as if he had sprouted wings, continuously absorbing it. The aura entered Lingfeng's body, bringing him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
Inside the White Jade Escort Agency, Ziren had not slept all night. He stood quietly outside in the corridor, and as the sun just began to rise, a familiar aura surged from all directions.
"Demonic Energy!" Ziren frowned. Normally, such a large amount of Demonic Energy would not appear. However, the current situation was clearly unusual.
But Ziren was originally a Demon Cultivator; the sudden influx of Demonic Energy was akin to a cultivator encountering abundant Spiritual Energy, which was an opportunity not to be missed. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly cultivating to store the Demonic Energy. (In fact, Demonic Energy is also Spiritual Energy; it is just differentiated here for the needs of Demon Cultivation and traditional cultivation.)
As noon approached, the influx of power gradually diminished until it finally disappeared completely.
Ziren's face was filled with joy; the amount of Demonic Energy he absorbed this time equaled his entire month's cultivation accumulation. However, Ziren soon realized something was amiss—how did this Demonic Energy come about?
Just as he was pondering this, a sudden loud explosion echoed from the back garden.
"Could it be Lingfeng again?" Ziren's expression darkened as he hurried toward the garden.
However, at the source of the explosion, thick smoke billowed and debris scattered everywhere. From within the smoke emerged a figure.
The person appeared to be in his forties, wearing a Golden Python Robe, with a smug expression on his face and an aura that made Ziren's pupils dilate.
"A Demon Cultivator?" Ziren felt intimidated by the overwhelming presence and couldn't help but take a step back. "This powerful Demon Cultivator must have reached at least the late stage of Control Demon!" Ziren thought to himself.
The man let out a hearty laugh, and a beam of purple light shot from his violet eyes as he smugly said, "Ziren, thank you for your Soul-Devouring Cat's inner core!"
Ziren was momentarily taken aback, his lips suddenly trembling violently.
"You... you killed the Soul-Devouring Cat?"
The man lightly played with his hair, a wicked smile on his face. "The Soul-Devouring Cat is a creature of the underworld. Its core not only healed my injuries but also helped me break through to Mid-Level Demon Control." As he spoke, the man transformed his hand into a claw shape and placed it over his chest, where a purple shadow stood quietly in his palm, representing another soul within him.
Ziren gasped; it seemed he had encountered an even greater opponent. However, it was strange that powerful Demon Cultivators were mostly in the Mandala Demon Continent. How did this one end up here?
"Hall Master, congratulations on your emergence!" White Phoenix Mountain rushed over with Bai Lian upon hearing the noise. Without even glancing at Ziren, he hurriedly bowed to the Hall Master.
"Hall Master?" Ziren narrowed his eyes, struggling to suppress the anger within him.
The Soul-Devouring Cat had only been slightly injured, yet Ziren was already heartbroken. Now, hearing that the Soul-Devouring Cat had been deceived by White Phoenix Mountain and had its core extracted, Ziren was even more furious.
"Yes!" The Hall Master nodded slowly, then looked at Ziren and said softly, "I consumed the Soul-Devouring Cat's core, and my power has greatly increased. Ziren, we are both practitioners of Demon Cultivation and serve the Mandala Demon Continent. If you know what’s good for you, you will obediently submit to me. If not... hmph..." The Hall Master narrowed his eyes and sneered twice, a powerful force suddenly erupting from him.
Ziren was startled and was pushed back two steps by this overwhelming force.
Meanwhile, White Phoenix Mountain and Bai Lian were oblivious to the danger; they felt as if they were caught in a tornado and were immediately thrown across the room. With a muffled groan, they crashed against the wall and fell to the ground.
"Cough cough..." White Phoenix Mountain coughed twice and hurriedly got up from the floor, helping Bai Lian to her feet.
Ziren had always served as an aide to the governor in the State Government; even someone as powerful as the governor had to give Ziren some respect. However, being oppressed by a stranger who was a Demon Cultivator was unacceptable.
"Hmph! I have long since left the Mandala Demon Realm. You think you can make me bow down to you? No way!" Ziren squeezed out these words through clenched teeth.
"Oh, hahaha..." the Hall Master laughed recklessly, filled with disdain and sarcasm. After a moment, the Hall Master continued, "You have character, but I don't like it. At this moment, searching the entire Mandala Demon Continent, I fear there isn't a single person who can match me! Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Death?" Ziren pondered, staring intently at the Hall Master, and declared with righteous indignation, "If I were afraid of death, I wouldn't have left the Mandala Demon Continent!"
The atmosphere inside the White Jade Escort Agency was tense and charged.
People on the street heard the commotion coming from the White Jade Escort Agency and sensed that something was about to happen. They quickly packed up their stalls and hurried home.
Lingfeng was sitting on the bed cultivating when he suddenly heard a series of urgent knocks on the door.
Lingfeng quickly retracted his inner breath, and all the Purple Aura in the room returned to his body.
"Come in!" Lingfeng waved his hand lightly, causing the bolt on the door to fall.
The Second Clerk hurriedly pushed open the door, quickly closed it behind him, and whispered to Lingfeng, "Something has happened at the White Jade Escort Agency!"
"Oh," Lingfeng tilted his head and asked, "What happened?"
"I just went out to buy groceries and accidentally heard a loud noise coming from the courtyard of the White Jade Escort Agency. Then smoke started billowing out. I think someone might be causing trouble at the White Jade Escort Agency!"
Lingfeng thought for a moment; he realized that trouble at the White Jade Escort Agency would definitely involve him. He put on his shoes and said to his brother, "Second Brother, I'm going to handle this. Please help me tidy up!"
His brother nodded repeatedly.
Lingfeng skillfully made his way to the inner courtyard of the White Jade Escort Agency. Using an Ivory Bone Knife, he carved a hole in the wall and peered inside.
Inside, standing were Ziren and White Phoenix Mountain, while opposite them stood a middle-aged man in a long robe, exuding an air of authority as a visitor.
"Demon Cultivator?" Lingfeng recognized the aura emanating from the middle-aged man and immediately discerned his identity. Moreover, the Purple Aura radiating from him was evidently stronger than Ziren's.
The Hall Master looked at Ziren, sighed lightly, and said helplessly, "Your talent is impressive, but it's a pity you're so stubborn. If you were to be killed, it would indeed be regrettable. However, I absolutely cannot allow my adversary to survive in this world!"
A glint of Killing Intent flashed in the Hall Master's eyes, and the Purple Aura within him surged even more vigorously, slowly lifting his body into the air.
Ziren's eyes revealed a hint of disdain as he took hold of a Medium Quality Nine-Section Whip.
"The Nine-Section Whip, and it's just Medium Quality?" The Hall Master glanced at Ziren's weapon with contempt. Before Ziren could make a move, the Hall Master gathered Purple Aura in his right hand, transforming it into a Purple Longsword.
"Gathering Qi into a Sword!" Lingfeng was taken aback and thought that Ziren was in grave danger. "But Ziren cannot afford to be harmed now," Lingfeng silently lamented. "The Mind Method of Falling Leaf Technique is still in his hands; if anything happens to him, all my training in Falling Leaf Technique would be for nothing!"
Facing the expert before him, Ziren's expression was resolute as he flicked his Nine-Section Whip, producing sharp cracking sounds. Then he shouted loudly, swinging the whip which arced through the air towards the Hall Master.
The Hall Master did not take it lightly; although their cultivation levels differed by only one realm, according to the classification of cultivation levels, they were actually three realms apart. At this moment, it was akin to an expert at Separation of Spirit facing one at Nascent Soul Stage.
The Hall Master coldly observed Ziren's Nine-Section Whip without moving. Just when it seemed critical, the Purple Longsword in his hand suddenly flew into action, leaving behind trails of purple afterimages.
In the blink of an eye, a series of cracking sounds echoed on the ground as Ziren's Nine-Section Whip fell scattered. The last section remained tightly gripped in Ziren's hand.
Ziren was taken aback and looked at the remaining section of the whip in his hand, his face turning pale.
Meanwhile, Lingfeng, who was observing from the shadows, felt disheartened; he hadn't expected this Mysterious Hall Master to wield such a sharp sword forged solely from spiritual energy.
"Hmph, do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?" The Hall Master, feeling triumphant, sheathed his sword.
Ziren glanced at the Hall Master for a moment but remained silent, seemingly at the end of his rope.
"How can I possibly save this coward Ziren from such a formidable opponent?" Lingfeng racked his brain, not truly aiming to rescue Ziren but rather seeking the Mind Method of the Falling Leaf Technique.
"I'll give you one last chance. If you submit to me, I will spare your life. If you refuse... hmph..." The Hall Master issued his final ultimatum, casually turning his back.
Ziren was momentarily stunned, his hands gradually forming into fists. Suddenly, he shouted, and a surge of purple energy erupted from him, resembling a balloon filled with colored gas.
"Oh, interesting!" The Hall Master remained still, eager to see what other tricks Ziren had.
"Spider Silk Technique!" Ziren suddenly shouted, and the purple energy around him transformed into strands of black spider silk.
Lingfeng heard Ziren's cry and paused his thoughts, focusing intently on Ziren.
Years ago, during the battle between Azure Vine and Man Qing, Man Qing had used the Spider Silk Technique to ensnare Azure Vine. At that time, Lingfeng had developed a keen interest in this spell. However, due to his insufficient cultivation level and lack of interest in consuming Spider Spirit, he had never considered learning this spell.
But now he heard Ziren call out the name of this spell, and countless strands of black spider silk erupted from him. Normally, spider silk is white; however, Ziren had mastered the highest realm of the Spider Silk Technique, infusing the silk with Spiritual Energy, which turned it black.
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