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The maniacal laughter of Evil Thoughts filled the entire estate, as if the whole world had been captured by evil, leaving no room for a return to the light.
The land simply collapsed to one side, no longer daring to rise.
Lingfeng nervously watched Evil Thoughts while secretly inserting the Connecting Rod behind him.
“Hahaha... have the arrogant and ignorant cultivators surrendered just like that?” Evil Thoughts swung the demonic sword in his hand and said.
“Surrender? How is that possible?” Lingfeng's voice was unusually calm as he took out a yellow talisman from Xuanji.
Lingfeng's action was like a joke, causing Evil Thoughts to laugh mockingly, “How could a mere cultivator's talisman affect me!” With that, Evil Thoughts swiftly swung the demonic sword several times. Several purple blades shot out from the sword, heading straight for Lingfeng.
Suppressing the turmoil within, Lingfeng quietly recited the Mind Method of Falling Leaf Technique several times. Then, with a flash of his feet, he floated into the air like a falling leaf, easily dodging those blades.
Immediately after, several muffled sounds echoed behind Lingfeng; the entire Underground Cave shook violently. The wall behind Lingfeng revealed some bottomless crescent-shaped holes.
Seeing Lingfeng dodge effortlessly, Evil Thoughts was somewhat surprised. Then, not daring to look at Lingfeng, he raised the demonic sword high into the air without chanting any incantation. Suddenly, with a thunderous roar, a layer of black mist appeared above the cave, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder.
“Evil Thoughts is indeed formidable; he can summon lightning without having reached a certain level of cultivation!” Lingfeng was secretly astonished but maintained his composure. He waved his hands to shield himself with Gravel, forming a massive protective barrier above him.
“So you are an elemental cultivator!” Evil Thoughts' tone was mixed with excitement, like a master who couldn't find an opponent and was thrilled to see what he desired.
Then the demonic sword swiftly slashed downwards. The purple lightning crackled above Lingfeng's head and then exploded with a loud bang right over him.
Although the lightning did not penetrate Lingfeng's protective shield, the tremendous noise made him inwardly groan.
“Your cultivation is indeed impressive!” Evil Thoughts couldn't help but praise.
Lingfeng smiled, holding the yellow Paper Talisman in his hand, and a surge of Spiritual Energy immediately surrounded the Paper Talisman, forming a thick mist. The mist grew denser until it eventually took the shape of a sword.
"Hey, what kind of talisman is this?" Evil Thoughts asked curiously, scratching his head, looking somewhat comical.
"Hmph!" Lingfeng suddenly lifted his head and flicked the mist downward. In an instant, a gleaming sword appeared in Lingfeng's hand—it was the Xuanyuan Sword. The Paper Talisman he had just used was indeed the Xuanyuan Talisman.
"Xuanyuan Sword!" Evil Thoughts exclaimed in surprise. The Xuanyuan Sword was an ancient divine weapon capable of slaying demons and monsters without fail. Given that Lingfeng was facing only some Evil Thoughts, it was no wonder he was astonished.
Knowing the power of the Xuanyuan Sword and realizing he was no match for it, Evil Thoughts flashed away toward the nearby Demon Cultivator.
"Trying to escape?" Lingfeng said disdainfully, then threw the Xuanyuan Sword in the direction of Evil Thoughts. The Xuanyuan Sword transformed into a white shadow and with a whoosh, pierced through the purple mist, then turned back into the form of a Paper Talisman.
Evil Thoughts froze in place, letting out a reluctant scream before dissipating completely, vanishing without a trace.
At that moment, the Demon Cultivator on the ground finally regained his senses and took a deep breath as if recovering from madness.
"You... you severed my Evil Thoughts?" he said laboriously while still kneeling on the ground.
Lingfeng raised an eyebrow and approached the Demon Cultivator, squatting down coldly. "Will you resolve this yourself, or shall I send you on your way?"
In the Mandala Demon Continent, only this Demon Cultivator and the land knew that Lingfeng was a cultivator; thus, Lingfeng had to find a way to keep them silent.
"Hehehe..." The man paused for a moment before bursting into laughter—a laugh filled with despair.
Lingfeng sighed; it seemed this man had no intention of ending his own life. However, it was indeed difficult for him to kill someone who was merely waiting for death.
Lingfeng looked at the land beside him and shouted helplessly. Although these two fellows were despicable, he still couldn't bring himself to take action against them; he felt quite conflicted.
After thinking for a moment, Lingfeng took out two pills from Xuanji and threw them in front of the Demon Cultivator and the land. "I won't kill you; just eat these two pills!"
The immortal and the person lying on the ground both trembled, looking at each other with some hesitation.
Seeing that they were unwilling to eat, Lingfeng impatiently said, "Don't worry; this isn't poison. But to prevent you from talking nonsense, I must control your actions!"
The two were half-convinced, merely holding the pills in their hands without putting them in their mouths.
Lingfeng glared at them, thought for a moment, then raised the Connecting Rod in his right hand and swung it a few times. After that, he silently recited an incantation, and the Connecting Rod suddenly transformed into a stick over two meters long and as thick as a fist, looking like it weighed at least two hundred pounds.
"If you don't eat the pills, then you'll have to face my Old Sun's stick!" With that, Lingfeng swung it down.
The two were stunned, fear evident on their faces. Before Lingfeng's stick could land, they both crawled over and clung to Lingfeng's legs, begging for mercy.
The Land Elder slapped the Demon Cultivator hard and trembled with his white beard, resembling someone performing in a play. He scolded, "You shameless Demon Cultivator, relying on your power to bully an old man like me. Fortunately, today the Great Sage has descended; otherwise, gods would have no chance to rise again!" After saying this, he began to cry dramatically.
Lingfeng watched this unfold and felt quite amused but maintained a serious expression. He thought that although he was a deity, he wasn't as enlightened as those in Buddhism; ultimately, he still had to consider others' opinions.
The Demon Cultivator clung tightly to Lingfeng's leg, tears and snot flowing freely. All traces of his previous arrogance were gone; now he only hoped that this "Sun Wukong" before him would spare his life. Everyone knew that Sun Wukong was capable of anything; even an army of a hundred thousand couldn't hold him back. Whether it was the Jade Emperor above or Yama below, they all had to give him some face.
If Sun Wukong were to strike them dead out of anger, that would be one thing; but what if Sun Wukong held a grudge and sent them down to hell? With just a command from him, they would suffer eternally in the Eighteen Layers of Hell without any chance of redemption!
Lingfeng looked at the two who were crying uncontrollably and found it amusing but couldn't afford to lose his serious demeanor. He maintained a stern face and said, "If you eat these pills, I won't let you suffer!"
Both of them knew that although Sun Wukong was powerful, he was still a man. Moreover, Sun Wukong had already been titled the Victorious Fighting Buddha; isn't it said that monks do not speak falsehoods?
Thinking of this, the heart of the deity and the person kneeling on the ground finally felt at ease, and they hurriedly put the elixir in their mouths.
Lingfeng realized that the two were already fearful and thought to himself, "Since I have come here alone and lack scouts, why not let them work for me?"
"Are you willing to follow me?" Lingfeng straightened his back and spoke somewhat awkwardly.
"Willing, willing!" Who wouldn't want to follow the famous Sun Wukong?
Lingfeng nodded and softly acknowledged, then took out a Mystic Liao Golden Pill from his Xuanji and handed it to the Demon Cultivator, saying, "This is an elixir refined by Old Sun. Take it, and then use your Spiritual Energy to transmit its healing effects to your legs. Soon, your legs will be healed!"
The Demon Cultivator was overjoyed, quickly accepting the elixir and repeatedly bowing, "Thank you, Great Sage! Thank you, Great Sage!"
Although this was a Mystic Liao Golden Pill, what he had given to the two earlier was actually a Soul Capturing Pill obtained from Mei.
Lingfeng had never seen the effects of a Soul Capturing Pill and was naturally curious. However, seeing that the Demon Cultivator had consumed the Mystic Liao Golden Pill and his painful expression gradually faded away, he knew that the Mystic Liao Golden Pill had taken effect. But why couldn't he feel any effect from the Soul Capturing Pill?
"Do you feel any changes?" Lingfeng asked curiously in a soft voice.
The man smiled with joy, suddenly standing up, doing a somersault in the cave before bowing at Lingfeng's feet. "The Great Sage's elixir is indeed effective! Look, my legs are already healed!"
Lingfeng nodded in disappointment, thinking to himself, could it be that this Soul Capturing Pill has lost its effectiveness? If that's the case, he would have to find another way to control the two.
Unexpectedly, upon seeing that the Demon Cultivator's injury was about to heal, the Land Elder assumed that what he had eaten earlier was also some good elixir and felt a sense of sympathy arise within him. He thought, "Once this Monkey Head leaves, I must report this to court to restore my dignity!"
Lingfeng sat on a rock, looking at the Demon Cultivator with a sincere expression, and asked, "What is your name? Also, could you tell me about the Mandala Demon Realm?"
"My name is Ke Yu, and I am an early-stage Demon Cultivator. The Mandala Demon Realm is a gathering place for Demon Cultivators, but there is only one sect in the Mandala Demon Realm, which is the Spirit Sect! We revere the Demon Spirit and do not intend to cultivate successfully to enter the Immortal Realm; instead, we hope to enter the Demon Realm and become Demon Gods!" Ke Yu replied.
Lingfeng nodded thoughtfully, glanced at the land, and said, "I have something I need your help with. I wonder if you are willing to assist me!"
"Yes, yes!" Ke Yu eagerly expressed his loyalty to Sun Wukong and was eager to help him immediately.
Meanwhile, the land was calculating its own interests, wearing a smug expression.
Lingfeng couldn't help but laugh, turned away with a grin, then turned back seriously and gently said, "Land, am I right?"
The land didn't hear what Lingfeng had said but was startled by Lingfeng's sudden shout and nervously replied with a smile, "Yes, yes!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as the land finished speaking, Ke Yu burst into laughter, spitting out saliva as he did so.
The land looked at the two in confusion, not understanding what they were laughing about.
Lingfeng stood up in frustration and walked in front of the land, bending down and softly saying, "Did you think I wouldn't know what you were thinking?"
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