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The words of the Master of the Demon Cult were like adding fuel to the fire. The Assassin Hall Master was already furious, and now he dared to use his identity to suppress the Assassin Hall Master, clearly intending to escalate the conflict.
The Assassin Hall Master shouted in despair, his clothes billowing as if he were a powerful female demon, filled with a desire to consume all hatred.
The Master of the Demon Cult knew things were going badly, but if war truly broke out, it would inevitably have a detrimental impact on the Spirit Sect. He feigned a move and instantly appeared beside Lingfeng, picking him up and saying, "If you dare to act rashly, I will ensure he dies a terrible death!"
"You dare!" The Assassin Hall Master's eyes emitted a soul-stirring purple light, his hair swirling like a mass of snakes, wishing he could crush steel with his teeth and devour the Master of the Demon Cult alive.
The Master of the Demon Cult exhaled, gathering Demonic Energy in his hands without hesitation, covering Lingfeng with it, ready to shred him into pieces at any moment.
The Assassin Hall Master was taken aback, looking sorrowfully at Lingfeng's body and then glaring at the Master of the Demon Cult. The Demonic Energy surrounding him gradually weakened, and his eyes returned to normal.
"You need not worry; he is not seriously harmed. He simply cannot withstand the strong Demonic Aura!" Seeing that the Assassin Hall Master had reined in his momentum, the Master of the Demon Cult clarified the situation.
"What?" The Assassin Hall Master looked at the Master of the Demon Cult in disbelief, stepping forward two paces to embrace Lingfeng. He found that Lingfeng's breathing was steady, as if he were merely asleep.
"How could he come into contact with Demonic Aura?" The Assassin Hall Master stared at the Master of the Demon Cult, asking in confusion.
The Master of the Demon Cult forced a pained expression that seemed insincere and made the Assassin Hall Master feel quite displeased.
After brewing his emotions for a moment, the Master of the Demon Cult straightened his bent back and slowly said, "He is practicing Demonic Leaf Severance."
"So you want to use the aura of Demonic Nature to enhance his cultivation?" The Assassin Hall Master turned his head, suppressing his anger. But ultimately, after receiving a nod from the Master of the Demon Cult, he shouted angrily, "Do you not know that someone who has not formally reached the Demon Cultivation Realm cannot withstand an invasion of Demonic Nature?"
In truth, the Master of the Demon Cult was well aware; he had merely placed an overly heavy burden on Lingfeng. He had hoped to rapidly elevate Lingfeng's cultivation through Demonic Nature but had forgotten that Lingfeng was simply not qualified. Such premature advancement was akin to destroying seedlings that were still growing.
The Assassin Hall Master no longer said anything, just shot a glance at the Master of the Demon Cult, held Lingfeng, and turned to leave.
Looking at the shattered pieces of the door on the ground, the Master of the Demon Cult fell into deep thought. Years ago, his demands of Hezi were several times that of Lingfeng, which ultimately led to Hezi's success and earned him the title of the top disciple of the Spirit Sect. However, ever since the last war ended in failure, Hezi had lost faith in the Spirit Sect.
How could the ambitious Hezi endure such inaction from the Spirit Sect? Finally, in his impatience, he secretly left the Spirit Sect and announced his severance from it at that time.
Although he did not know what had happened to Hezi afterward, the bond that had developed over years of nurturing—akin to that between father and son—was something he could never sever. What surprised him even more was that it was Lingfeng, whom he currently favored, who had killed Hezi.
After a period of calm reflection, he decided to entrust the heavy responsibility he had placed on Hezi to Lingfeng, giving Lingfeng a chance to redeem himself and providing himself with a reason not to kill Lingfeng.
The Assassin Hall Master brought Lingfeng back to the Assassination Hall, staying by his side without leaving. It was not until midnight that Lingfeng slowly opened his eyes, and his first words were, "I'm hungry!"
The Assassin Hall Master was overwhelmed with maternal affection and immediately burst into tears of joy. She hurriedly called for her disciples to prepare food, but after shouting several times down the cold corridor, no one responded. It dawned on her that her disciples had long been driven away by her; now that she hadn’t called them back, they naturally wouldn’t dare return.
With a sigh, the Assassin Hall Master gathered a ball of Spiritual Energy in her hand and gently blew on it. The Spiritual Energy suddenly transformed into a purple dove.
"Come back and rest!" The Assassin Hall Master's voice was softer than ever as she watched the dove fly out to deliver a message to those innocent disciples.
Before long, the food was ready. The Assassin Hall Master personally brought four layers of dishes and found Lingfeng frowning while sitting on the bed, desperately rubbing his head.
She set down the food and sat beside Lingfeng, gently massaging his temples while asking with concern, "What's wrong? Does your head hurt?"
Lingfeng nodded slightly and asked in confusion, "What happened to me? Wasn't I in the Demon Cultivation Hall?"
"You fainted from the impact of Demonic Aura," replied the Assassin Hall Master.
Lingfeng tilted his head, picked up a chicken leg, and while eating, asked, "How could there be Demonic Nature? Has the Demon God descended upon the Spirit Sect?"
Demonic Nature is the energy of demons and demonic creatures, while Demonic Energy, which is possessed by Demon Cultivators as Spiritual Energy, is a different kind of energy. When a Demon Cultivator transcends tribulation and officially enters the demon realm, their Spiritual Energy transforms into Demonic Nature. At this point, the Demonic Nature cannot be contained and will accompany the demon god like clothing.
The Assassin Hall Master chuckled lightly and said, "Actually, the Spirit Sect has also collected some Demonic Nature from Demon Spirit Warriors. When a Demon Spirit Warrior dies, their Demonic Nature dissipates. However, over a hundred years ago, the previous Spirit Priest collected this Demonic Nature through spells in hopes that it would be useful. Unfortunately, for so long, no one has been able to withstand the impact of Demonic Nature, so it has never been put to use."
The Assassin Hall Master paused, stopping the hand that was rubbing Lingfeng's head, and murmured curiously, "But why would the Master of the Demon Cult suddenly want to use Demonic Nature against you? Has he been stimulated in some way?"
Lingfeng did not think too much about it and continued to gnaw on the chicken leg, soon having grease all over his mouth, seemingly unconcerned about his situation.
"Fortunately, you weren't injured. Find a time to meet with the Master of the Demon Cult and have him send you to Demon Spirit Mountain for cultivation," said the Assassin Hall Master.
Lingfeng nodded and tossed the chicken bone aside.
After finishing their meal, the Assassin Hall Master had someone clean up the leftovers and chatted with Lingfeng for a while. Lingfeng seemed very sleepy, his eyelids constantly drooping as he appeared quite fatigued.
The Assassin Hall Master couldn't help but smile gently as he laid Lingfeng down on the bed and covered him with a blanket. Leaning close to Lingfeng's mouth, he whispered, "Get some good rest; I will go rest too."
Lingfeng responded with a sound and then closed his eyes.
Once the Assassin Hall Master left, the lights in the room went out. The already windowless room was plunged into darkness. With a sound of the door closing, silence enveloped the place.
Lingfeng tilted his head to look around; seeing no movement, he quietly got out of bed, dressed himself, and tiptoed toward the door. He leaned against it to listen but heard nothing.
Lingfeng returned to the bedside, propped up his pillow on the bed, covered it with a blanket to make it look like someone was still there, and then left the room, closing the door behind him.
The corridor was quiet, and the disciples, exhausted from training, had already fallen into a deep sleep.
The hall was also silent. Lingfeng, relying on instinct, approached the main door, gently opened it, and slipped out to the Demon Cultivation Hall.
Upon entering the Demon Cultivation Hall, Lingfeng went straight to the fourth floor. He glanced at the door of the Master of the Demon Cult and noticed it was slightly ajar. He crouched down to peek through the crack but saw no sign of the Master of the Demon Cult inside.
Lingfeng smiled and quickly slipped into the Master of the Demon Cult's room, shutting the door behind him.
Lingfeng had been keeping in mind what had happened with Bai, including the memories impacted by Demonic Nature. Although he had fainted from the shock, Lingfeng felt it was due to the suddenness of the impact that caught him off guard. However, in the second before he lost consciousness, he experienced a surprisingly comfortable sensation.
Uncertain of what was at play, Lingfeng found himself wanting to experience that feeling of being impacted by Demonic Nature again. Though he wasn't sure if his cultivation would suddenly improve, that comfortable feeling was too tempting for him to resist.
Lingfeng approached the wall and tried to mimic what the Master of the Demon Cult had done for a while, but there was no response at all.
"Do I need some kind of Incantation to activate it?" Lingfeng frowned.
However, when the Master of the Demon Cult activated this wall, there had been no sound; he simply tapped on it a few times. Lingfeng believed he had replicated both the position and force perfectly.
Feeling puzzled, Lingfeng rubbed his chin but couldn't figure out its intricacies. Concerned that the Master of the Demon Cult might return, he decided to head towards the door, hoping to sneak back to the Assassination Hall unnoticed.
To his surprise, as he reached for the door handle, it swung open. The Master of the Demon Cult stood outside with a dark expression on his face.
Lingfeng opened his mouth in shock and instinctively took a step back.
The Master of the Demon Cult entered the room, closed the door behind him with a flick of his hand, and set up a barrier to seal it tightly.
Lingfeng was startled; it seemed something was about to happen again. He quickly gathered Spiritual Energy in his hands, preparing for defense.
"What are you doing here?" the Master of the Demon Cult asked in a deep voice.
Lingfeng had no intention of beating around the bush and replied directly, "I want to find those Demonic Auras that belong to Bai."
The Master of the Demon Cult looked at Lingfeng and smiled meaningfully. His already frightening face became even more terrifying when he smiled.
"Are you not afraid of being knocked out again by the impact of the Demonic Aura?" the Master of the Demon Cult asked.
Lingfeng grinned and did not sense any threatening aura from the Master of the Demon Cult, so he relaxed and said, "Not at all. On the contrary, I really enjoy that feeling."
"Enjoy?" The Master of the Demon Cult took three steps forward to stand in front of Lingfeng, and then a Purple Aura shot out from the fingertips of his right hand, wrapping around Lingfeng.
Lingfeng felt a tingling sensation all over his body and couldn't help but laugh heartily.
Now, the Master of the Demon Cult was even more surprised, showing an expression of astonishment mixed with delight. He then withdrew his Spiritual Energy and muttered in a daze, "To be impacted by Demonic Nature and remain completely unharmed... this... this..."
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