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The Spirit Priest stared in shock at Lingfeng, then glanced at the ashes in his hand, feeling utterly at a loss.
Monkey Head seemed to have matured significantly, merely looking at Lingfeng with a calm expression, devoid of any emotion, leaving others uncertain about his thoughts.
Lingfeng smiled slightly and said earnestly, "For Monkey Head's sake, I'll spare your life for now. Additionally, I must tell you that I threatened Ke Yu to enter the Spirit Sect; you misunderstood him!"
With that, Lingfeng approached Kehua and softly asked, "Where is the Assassin Hall Master?"
Kehua, dressed in tight-fitting attire, had completely transformed into a Demon State Assassin. His gaze had sharpened and gained a glint from training. When he saw Lingfeng before him, Kehua remained composed and simply replied, "After you went missing ten years ago, the Assassin Hall Master went to search for you. There has been no news since."
Lingfeng was momentarily taken aback, his eyes stinging with pain as he recalled Enchanting. Although these ten years felt brief to him, he could still sense the longing and suffering endured by the Assassin Hall Master and Enchanting.
"Perhaps some matters should come to an end," Lingfeng sighed deeply, tears welling up in his eyes as he fought against the pain.
"It should indeed come to an end; the Three Realms need a true master," Monkey Head said calmly, as if he believed he had seen through the complexities of worldly affairs. Yet his tone was laced with deep inner turmoil.
Upon hearing Monkey Head's words, Lingfeng understood that war between them was inevitable. At this moment, trying to move Monkey Head through actions or words would be futile; the only option left was to defeat him and completely extract his past memories, turning him back into an ordinary person.
Suddenly, Lingfeng felt a heavy responsibility weighing on him for the first time; an unprecedented pressure descended upon him, making it difficult for him to stand steady.
"There’s no need to dwell on our past feelings. I have made many preparations for this war. If you hadn't shown up, we would have already begun the ritual to seal the Divine Realm. But since you have appeared as Chiyou's Good Soul reincarnated, it means I must defeat you before we can proceed with the next phase of the war," Monkey Head stated.
An unnamed flame surged within Lingfeng's heart; flames flickered in his eyes as he coldly regarded Monkey Head and said sternly, "Do you still not know the truth? You have been used by the Spirit Sect all along."
Monkey Head merely shook his head silently and replied calmly, "It matters not whether I am used or relied upon. All I know is that Qing confined me in the Demon Suppression Sect to prevent my awakening."
"Why don't you try thinking from a different perspective? Why can't you understand the Sect Master's intentions? He kept you in the Demon Suppression Sect because he hopes you can live a normal life..."
"What is a normal life?" Monkey Head's tone became somewhat agitated, his lips trembling as he spoke. "Is a normal life about pleasing others and living a mundane existence?" Monkey Head then smiled bitterly and said, "Lingfeng, it turns out you have never understood me."
Lingfeng was taken aback. Perhaps he really did not understand Monkey Head. In their past interactions, he had never asked about Monkey Head's goals and had no idea what aspirations he held.
"Have you forgotten Lili? She has been waiting for you!" Lingfeng suddenly found himself at a loss for words. He had no other way to move Monkey Head and could only bring up Lili.
"Lili, Lili..." Monkey Head murmured, and a glimmer of happiness sparkled in his eyes.
Lingfeng seemed to see hope and hurriedly said, "Lili has always been waiting for news from you. The last time I returned to the Demon Suppression Sect, she asked me to deliver a message to you, hoping you could go back and see her."
The other high-ranking members of the Spirit Sect were watching Lingfeng coldly. Their overly serious expressions made it seem as if they were hiding something.
Monkey Head glanced at Lingfeng, gave a cold smile, and then said, "You should go back to the Demon Suppression Sect to say goodbye. Three days later, I will go to the Demon Suppression Sect to find you, and I promise that I won't make any moves until we have determined a winner between us."
"Monkey..."
Before Lingfeng could finish his sentence, Monkey Head vanished on the spot, leaving only a breeze behind.
Lingfeng was utterly despondent. He knew Monkey Head had made up his mind, and there was no way for him to persuade him any further.
Thinking of this, Lingfeng suddenly looked coldly at the Master of the Demon Cult, an indescribable hatred swelling within him. If it weren't for him, Lingfeng would not have inexplicably entered the demon realm nor wasted ten years of his life in vain.
If I had cultivated at Demon Spirit Mountain for the past ten years, perhaps Monkey Head would have been influenced by me long ago, and we wouldn't have such a gap between us. Although Lingfeng has lived ten more years and greatly improved in cultivation, he does not feel fortunate.
But what can be done? Lingfeng can only silently endure all of this, quietly bearing the great role of saving the three realms, and silently suffering the pain of life and death separations.
Who can predict what the competition after the three will be like? Whether it is his death or Monkey Head's, there will be sorrow and despair.
"If I survive after the three, I will come to take your name." Lingfeng glanced at the Master of the Demon Cult and said calmly.
The Spirit Priest let out a muffled sound and stepped forward. A pendant swayed out from his robe, emitting a strong fragrance.
"You don't need to be so certain. The three realms belong to us; that is already a given. Your wish may very well fall through," the Spirit Priest said in a sarcastic tone.
Lingfeng noticed the Spirit Priest's pendant and suddenly recalled the description of Mei's grandfather, who bore a striking resemblance to the Spirit Priest.
"Do you know Mei?" Lingfeng disregarded the Spirit Priest's words.
This time it was the Spirit Priest who was taken aback, staring blankly at Lingfeng. After a while, he asked, "How do you know Mei?" His tone concealed infinite sorrow and helplessness.
Lingfeng smiled slightly and said frankly, "You are indeed Grandfather Mei, but you are unworthy of playing the role of a grandfather."
Seeing the Spirit Priest bow his head in guilt, Lingfeng gently stepped forward and said to him, "Ten years ago, I caused trouble at White Jade Escort Agency multiple times and burned down its dungeon just to fulfill Mei's wish. Her wish was to rescue her grandfather from the hands of White Jade Escort Agency."
After a pause, Lingfeng continued, "But she never expected that she was deceived by her own grandfather."
"Enough!"
With a furious shout, Lingfeng saw a large drop of murky tear fall to the ground, quickly sinking into the soil. Accompanying that tear was a stream of bright red blood.
A sharp pain began to spread from Lingfeng's abdomen, soon radiating throughout his entire body. A Purple Longsword, glinting coldly, pierced through Lingfeng's body, stained with his blood.
Lingfeng gasped but still wore a faint smile. Looking at the Spirit Priest, whose face was filled with guilt and had suddenly aged significantly, Lingfeng suddenly thought of Azure Vine, the one who had devotedly cared for him.
"Why, why didn't you dodge?" the Spirit Priest asked tremulously.
Lingfeng shook his head and took a step back. The longsword forged from Spiritual Energy shattered instantly. "If my blood can awaken you and bring happiness to Mei, I think it's worth it."
As long as they were human, they could feel Lingfeng's sincerity. Every word he spoke came from the heart; that smile was genuine without a hint of pretense.
"Hahaha... impossible... impossible!" The Spirit Priest's murky tears stained his cheeks as he staggered back a few steps, murmuring in despair.
"He’s seriously injured; let’s take this chance to kill him!" The Vice Hall Master seemed to realize something and urged the others upon seeing Lingfeng wounded.
However, aside from a few Hall Masters who were ready for battle, the other disciples remained motionless.
"Are you all rebelling? How dare you ignore the Vice Hall Master's orders!" The Master of the Demon Cult shouted at those disciples.
Forced by the situation, these disciples finally stepped forward, but their actions were merely perfunctory.
"The Demon Lord has already passed. After three days, he will naturally seek out Lingfeng. If you dare to act on your own, are you not afraid of the Demon Lord's wrath?" At this moment, Kehua stepped forward from among the disciples and spoke sternly to the Vice Hall Master.
In contrast, the Vice Hall Master held the third highest position in the Spirit Sect, and his words carried significant weight. However, no matter what, the Demon Lord was still the most powerful; he did not dare to go against the Demon Lord's wishes.
Hearing Kehua's words, the Vice Hall Master was slightly taken aback. He then glanced at Lingfeng, sighed reluctantly, and heavily shook his sleeves before soaring into the air towards the direction of the Spirit Sect. The other Hall Masters and disciples followed suit, leaving only Kehua and Ke Yu behind.
"Senior Brother!" Kehua and Ke Yu quickly stepped forward to support Lingfeng.
Lingfeng forced a smile. Although his cultivation could no longer be compared to his former self, the power of the Spirit Priest's demonic sword was still formidable. At this moment, Lingfeng's Demonic Nature was spreading, and he had sustained serious injuries.
"Senior Brother, it's Lingfeng who has implicated you," Lingfeng said as he looked at Ke Yu, feeling an immense sense of guilt. If it weren't for him, Ke Yu wouldn't have been crippled.
Ke Yu tore off a piece of his clothing and wrapped it around Lingfeng's abdomen. He smiled faintly and said softly, "Everything is fate; I do not blame you. But in your current state, how can you accept the challenge in three days?"
If Lingfeng were uninjured, his cultivation would naturally surpass that of the already awakened Monkey Head. However, at this moment, with Lingfeng's Spiritual Energy spreading and his cultivation damaged, it would be remarkable if he could heal himself in a short time. To recover within three days and regain his Demonic Nature was utterly impossible.
"Perhaps it's fate!" Lingfeng playfully raised an eyebrow and smiled at Ke Yu and Kehua.
Although he was seriously injured, Lingfeng did not want others to worry. The most urgent matter now was to return to the Demon Suppression Sect as quickly as possible. Lingfeng used his Demonic Nature to protect his wounds, took a Mystic Liao Golden Pill, and quickly digested it. Feeling a slight recovery in his body, he clasped his fists towards Kehua and Ke Yu and said, "Senior Brothers, it is difficult for me to stay here any longer. I bid you farewell; may we meet again!"
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