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Seeing the expression of the Assassin Hall Master, it seemed that something had upset him.
Lingfeng walked over with concern and sat beside the Assassin Hall Master, softly asking, "What's wrong? Why are you so angry?"
It was better not to ask; as soon as he did, the Assassin Hall Master seemed to explode with rage. He immediately grabbed a nearby Cushion and threw it against the wall. Poor Cushion was smashed to pieces in an instant and then lightly fell to the ground.
Lingfeng was taken aback but heard the Assassin Hall Master gritting his teeth and saying, "It's just the Hall Master of the Demon Cult. What’s with the attitude? An old monster over several hundred years old, still reminiscing about something. I think he’s just sick."
It turned out that the Assassin Hall Master had gone to the Demon Cultivation Hall intending to persuade the Master of the Demon Cult, but unexpectedly, he was met with a cold shoulder. He waited there for quite a while without any response from the Master of the Demon Cult.
Later that evening, when Ke Fei brought him dinner, he was thrown out, leading the Assassin Hall Master to believe that the Master of the Demon Cult was targeting him, which is why he angrily returned.
Lingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly smiled, "It seems that the Master of the Demon Cult is also someone who values emotions. If he's feeling down, why should you be angry with him? Let’s wait for a while and see how he reacts. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll withdraw from Spirit Sect."
"That won't do," upon hearing this, the Assassin Hall Master became unwilling. Looking at Lingfeng, he said somewhat indignantly, "Hezi is dead; that’s his fate. Why should it be blamed on you? Let’s see how he reacts in a few days. If he dares to touch a hair on you, I’ll confront him immediately."
Lingfeng couldn’t help but smile bitterly; given the Assassin Hall Master's temperament, she knew he would do just that.
"Assassin Hall Master!" A knock came from outside, followed by a soft voice calling.
The Assassin Hall Master glanced at Lingfeng and then at the door, nervously saying, "Come in."
With a creak, the door opened, and Ke Fei stood at the entrance.
Both the Assassin Hall Master and Lingfeng were momentarily stunned before asking in unison, "Is there something you need?"
Ke Fei slightly bowed and looked at Lingfeng before saying, "The Master of the Demon Cult requests Five Element Junior Brother to go to Demon Cultivation Hall for a meeting."
"Discussion?" the Assassin Hall Master stood up and shouted loudly, "What discussion? I see it as settling personal scores!"
Ke Fei was taken aback, unsure of how to respond.
Lingfeng quickly smiled, glanced at Ke Fei, and said, "Senior Brother, you should go back first. I'll come shortly."
Ke Fei wished for such a response; he didn't want to become the outlet for the Assassin Hall Master's frustrations. He smiled and hurriedly ran out.
"There's no need to rush; it might be something else. I'll go check it out," Lingfeng reassured the Assassin Hall Master, hoping to calm her down.
The Assassin Hall Master remained silent for a moment, frowning as she said, "I'll go with you. If he tries anything, I'll fight him immediately." She rolled up her sleeves, ready for a confrontation.
Lingfeng looked at the Assassin Hall Master with a wry smile; she hardly resembled a woman at that moment. He quickly said, "I'll handle it; you don't need to worry." He feared that if nothing was wrong, the Assassin Hall Master would create trouble.
However, the Assassin Hall Master cared too much about Lingfeng's reassurance. No matter how Lingfeng tried to soothe her, she was determined to accompany him.
In the end, Lingfeng reluctantly compromised but repeatedly reminded her to act according to the situation.
Upon arriving at the Master of the Demon Cult's quarters, Lingfeng entered the room.
The Assassin Hall Master waited outside the door of the Master of the Demon Cult, ready to rush in if anything unexpected happened. However, just as Lingfeng stepped inside, the door was immediately shut behind him, and a barrier of Spiritual Energy covered the gap.
The Assassin Hall Master felt anxious and attempted to use a Spell to break open the door, but her power was no match for that of the Master of the Demon Cult. After several unsuccessful attempts, she realized it was futile.
Lingfeng slowly walked into the Master of the Demon Cult's room and saw him facing the wall with his back turned. The atmosphere in the room was incredibly oppressive; Lingfeng instinctively breathed lightly, afraid that any noise might provoke the Master of the Demon Cult.
The two remained silent for a while. At this moment, the Master of the Demon Cult slightly moved and turned to look at Lingfeng. He seemed to have aged significantly in a short time, his face marked by weariness and sorrow, resembling a father who had lost a child.
"Master of the Demon Cult," Lingfeng hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed, not daring to meet the Master’s gaze.
The Master of the Demon Cult sighed softly and said slowly, "You should know Hezi's identity by now."
Lingfeng trembled slightly, feeling puzzled. The Master of the Demon Cult's tone was too calm, which made Lingfeng feel uncertain. He couldn't tell if the Master was deliberately suppressing his emotions or if he was genuinely this calm. However, since the question had been posed, Lingfeng replied, "Indeed, I killed Hezi."
"You obtained the Falling Leaves Technique from him?" the Master of the Demon Cult continued to inquire.
Lingfeng was taken aback, wondering if this old man was after the Falling Leaves Technique. But given the circumstances, he answered honestly, "I did obtain the Falling Leaves Technique."
The Master of the Demon Cult lightly acknowledged with an "mm," then walked over to Lingfeng and asked with some skepticism, "Since he had already begun practicing the Falling Leaves Technique, how did you manage to kill him?"
"I used the Fire Control Technique and killed Hezi together with Fire Phoenix!" The Master of the Demon Cult was unaware of Hezi's true cultivation level, so Lingfeng had no choice but to fabricate a story; he certainly couldn't reveal everything about Wan Shitong.
The Master of the Demon Cult knew Lingfeng's level in Fire Control Technique and was aware of Fire Phoenix's current power. If Lingfeng collaborated with Fire Phoenix and considering Lingfeng's cunning nature, they might not be incapable of defeating Hezi in their minds.
Another strange silence ensued. Lingfeng suddenly felt stuck; he couldn't leave or stay, unable to comprehend the Master of the Demon Cult's thoughts. However, being naturally restless, Lingfeng couldn't bear standing still any longer and stretched his arms while shaking his head.
"To what level have you cultivated the Falling Leaves Technique?" Just as Lingfeng was stretching his muscles, he suddenly heard the Master of the Demon Cult speak. The comfortable movement abruptly halted.
"Um..." Lingfeng didn't know where to start. He only knew that he initially practiced the Falling Leaves Technique out of curiosity; now it was to suppress Evil Thoughts and also to improve his own cultivation. As for enhancing his cultivation level, aside from making initial progress in Cultivation, he had yet to formally enter the realm of Demon Cultivation.
Seeing Lingfeng stammering, the Master of the Demon Cult already understood something. He paced back and forth with his hands behind his back and then said, "Once you successfully cultivate the Falling Leaves Technique, you will immediately reach the Magic Control Stage. Once you reach that stage, you'll be among the top experts in magic."
Lingfeng couldn't understand what Master of the Demon Cult was thinking. He initially thought he was seeking revenge, but unexpectedly, Hezi came up.
Just as he was unsure how to respond, Master of the Demon Cult finally shifted the topic, looking at Lingfeng meaningfully and saying, “Hezi is my most beloved disciple. You have killed him, but considering your talent, I will spare your life for now. However, you must atone for your sins!”
“How do I atone?” This was the first time Lingfeng felt grateful for his own abilities; if it weren't for his foundation, he might have truly perished in the Mandala Demon Realm.
“Successfully cultivate the Falling Leaves Technique and reach the Magic Control Stage, serving the Mandala Demon Realm.” Master of the Demon Cult spoke calmly, his eyes shifting from dimness to brilliance, as if a dying person had seen the light of survival.
Successfully cultivating the Falling Leaves Technique was naturally Lingfeng's wish, but he had never received formal guidance and thus had been unable to break through. Now, Master of the Demon Cult's words made him feel that he seemed to genuinely want to help him cultivate the Falling Leaves Technique.
However, even if Master of the Demon Cult did not use this as a condition, Lingfeng would still strive to reach the Magic Control Stage. It was just that serving the Mandala Demon Realm, he might not be able to do.
But the urgent task was to quickly master the Falling Leaves Technique, bringing him closer to his goal of saving Ling Xueer.
“This is not difficult. I am a disciple of the Spirit Sect, and naturally bear the responsibility of contributing to it!” Casually swearing and lying had become second nature for Lingfeng, and he could do so without batting an eye; he was truly a master of deception.
However, experience matters; after all, facing an old fox like Master of the Demon Cult, how could he possibly give Lingfeng any chance to backtrack?
Master of the Demon Cult took two steps inside and seemingly scratched at the bare wall randomly before shouting loudly, “Open!”
Suddenly, there was a series of rumbling sounds as the unremarkable wall emitted a purple glow, revealing a door embedded with a portrait of a Demon Beast Warrior.
Seeing the portrait of the demon warrior made Lingfeng's heart surge with unease that spread throughout his body.
“Follow me!” Master of the Demon Cult did not look at Lingfeng, facing that mysterious doorway.
Lingfeng took two steps forward, but suddenly felt as if the energy in his body had been drained, and all his spiritual power vanished without a trace, leaving him weak and collapsed on the ground.
Hearing the sound, the Master of the Demon Cult quickly turned around and walked in front of Lingfeng, only to find that he had already lost consciousness.
"Hey," the Master of the Demon Cult sighed lightly, shaking his head. "Indeed, his cultivation is insufficient; he still cannot withstand such overwhelming Demonic Aura!"
The door shimmered with light once more before disappearing without a trace. The wall, which had been difficult to notice, returned to its original state as if nothing had happened.
The Master of the Demon Cult stood up and walked towards the door, removing all the seals above it. Suddenly, there was a loud crash as the door flew in horizontally.
Instinctively, the Master of the Demon Cult leaped up to avoid the incoming door.
At that moment, he saw the Assassin Hall Master standing at the entrance, panting heavily with a face full of Killing Intent.
"You..." The Master of the Demon Cult was taken aback for a moment before looking darkly at the Assassin Hall Master.
The Assassin Hall Master paid no attention to the Master of the Demon Cult; instead, her gaze was drawn first to Lingfeng lying on the ground. Seeing that Lingfeng was motionless, she suddenly let out a desperate scream. Her long dress and hair billowed as Killing Intent intertwined with Demonic Energy surrounded her.
The Master of the Demon Cult was taken aback by the Assassin Hall Master's sudden fury and then felt the Demonic Energy she was releasing. He quickly extended his left hand and said in a low voice, "Don't forget your identity!"
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