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In the eyes of the Major Servant, Lingfeng's words sounded like a command. The hesitation on his face instantly turned resolute as he nodded heavily.
Lingfeng then revealed a smile, patted the Major Servant's shoulder, and without saying much, turned and walked out of the Demon Cultivation Hall.
Lingfeng followed the Master of the Demon Cult to the foot of Demon Spirit Mountain. Looking up, he saw Demonic Energy surging as if he had already entered the demon realm.
"Demon Spirit Mountain already belongs to the territory of the demon realm. Once you reach there, you must not cause any trouble. If you anger the Demon God, no one will be able to save you!" the Master of the Demon Cult said to Lingfeng.
Lingfeng nodded and quietly asked, "What part of Demon Spirit Mountain are we going to?"
The Master of the Demon Cult glanced at Lingfeng and said in a low voice, "No need for more words; just follow me." With that, the Master of the Demon Cult bowed three times towards Demon Spirit Mountain, then closed his eyes, pressed his palms together, and lowered his body to the ground.
Lingfeng did not understand what he was doing but felt it was some kind of ritual. He imitated the Master of the Demon Cult and bowed three times towards Demon Spirit Mountain.
After a while, a sparse sound came from Demon Spirit Mountain, growing closer as if a heavy rain was about to arrive.
The Master of the Demon Cult seemed to have heard a response from the Demon God and stood up, looking calmly at the peak of Demon Spirit Mountain.
Lingfeng also stood up and gazed into the distance, suddenly startled.
He saw a mass of purple clouds flying towards him from afar. The Purple Cloud was accompanied by a swirl of black mist, as if demonic soldiers were approaching.
"Master of the Demon Cult, this is..."
"Do not speak," Lingfeng began in shock but was abruptly interrupted by the Master of the Demon Cult.
Lingfeng closed his mouth and looked at the Purple Cloud with surprise.
In an instant, the purple clouds floated above Lingfeng's head, flashing with faint lightning.
The Master of the Demon Cult again pressed his palms together and softly addressed the purple clouds, "Disciple Spirit Sect's Master of the Demon Cult hereby invokes the name of the Demon God to bring this esteemed disciple to Demon Spirit Mountain for cultivation. I humbly request leniency from the Demon God!"
Lingfeng looked curiously at the purple cloud and realized that the Master of the Demon Cult was communicating with the Demon God.
However, there was no response from the Purple Cloud; it did not transform into any form of the Demon God but only crackled with thunder and lightning above as if it were enraged.
The Master of the Demon Cult calmly looked at Lingfeng and said, "Release all the Spiritual Energy within you!"
Lingfeng understood that the Master of the Demon Cult was referring to the Spiritual Energy of Demon Cultivation, so he obediently released all the Spiritual Energy from his body. Immediately, the purple clouds roared with thunder, as if an army had descended from the heavens, casting everything around them in purple.
"Is it angry?" Lingfeng's heart trembled as he quickly glanced at the Master of the Demon Cult, only to find him looking back at Lingfeng with a face full of surprise.
"Master of the Demon Cult, what is happening?" Lingfeng asked curiously.
The Master of the Demon Cult examined Lingfeng and asked, "You haven't reached the basic realm of Demon Cultivation, so how can you release such powerful Spiritual Energy?"
It turned out that the Spiritual Energy within Lingfeng had already exceeded what he could handle.
Lingfeng looked at his body, covered by a layer of purple protective membrane, which was a basic manifestation of possessing strong Demonic Energy. The reason Lingfeng could possess such powerful Demonic Energy was primarily due to the assassin he had killed. Moreover, Lingfeng's ability to harness so much Spiritual Energy was naturally thanks to the Falling Leaves Technique.
Lingfeng thought for a moment, smiled lightly, and said softly, "It's probably because of the Fire Control Technique. My Fire Control Technique has reached a high level, but my own cultivation is not ideal at all, so the Spiritual Energy contained within me is disproportionate to my cultivation."
The Fire Control Technique is a spell that controls elements; practicing Five Elemental Spells requires support from Spiritual Energy, but beyond that, there is no necessary connection between the two. Therefore, if one can master Five Elemental Spells, even if they have not reached the corresponding cultivation level, their Spiritual Energy will still increase.
However, the Master of the Demon Cult had already witnessed Lingfeng's fire control ability. To reach the realm of Fire Phoenix Soars would not be possible without such powerful Demonic Energy and would not be easily controlled either, leading to a look of suspicion on his face.
Lingfeng nervously smiled but didn't know how to explain.
"Don't lie. If that's true, what exactly have you been cultivating?" The Master of the Demon Cult pressed further.
Under the sharp gaze of the Master of the Demon Cult, Lingfeng couldn't help but stick out his tongue. After hesitating for a while and feeling somewhat embarrassed, he said, "Actually, I killed a powerful Demon Cultivator and absorbed his Demonic Energy."
"Even if you absorbed his Spiritual Energy, how could you control it? Who was it that you killed?" The Master of the Demon Cult continued to interrogate him with an imposing demeanor.
"His name was Hezi; he was a highly skilled Demon Cultivator. I found a manual called Falling Leaves Technique on him and am currently secretly practicing it," Lingfeng admitted under pressure about Hezi and Falling Leaves Technique.
As soon as Lingfeng finished speaking, it was as if five thunderbolts struck the Master of the Demon Cult. He suddenly shouted, "What? Hezi?"
Lingfeng was startled; it seemed that the Master of the Demon Cult knew Hezi. He blinked innocently and replied, "Yes, that's right! His name is Hezi!"
Master of the Demon Cult seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, suddenly swaying and taking two steps back, shaking his head in disbelief. He then grabbed Lingfeng's shoulder tightly and exclaimed, "Is Hezi dead? Did you kill him?"
"Master of the Demon Cult?" Lingfeng quickly pulled away from Master of the Demon Cult, rubbing his shoulder that was almost dislocated, and asked in confusion, "What happened? Why such a big reaction?"
The Purple Cloud above seemed to have lost patience, making a loud noise before disappearing.
Lingfeng anxiously glanced at the vanished Purple Cloud, then grabbed Master of the Demon Cult again and said urgently, "Master of the Demon Cult, Purple Cloud has disappeared. What does this mean?"
Master of the Demon Cult said nothing, only sighed heavily. He then shook his head as if in a daze and walked absentmindedly toward Spirit Sect.
Standing alone at the foot of Demon Spirit Mountain, Lingfeng looked at the suddenly aged Master of the Demon Cult, unsure of what had happened. Reflecting on what had just occurred, he felt some doubt—could it be that Master of the Demon Cult had some connection with Hezi?
Upon hearing that Hezi had been killed, Master of the Demon Cult's mood plummeted, as if he were a frostbitten eggplant, unable to lift his head.
Lingfeng also shook his head in distress, looking at the nearby Demon Spirit Mountain. With a helpless shrug, he thought how something that was supposed to succeed had been disrupted by a dead person.
After returning to Spirit Sect, everyone looked at Lingfeng with surprise.
Ke Fei, with a mocking expression yet seemingly concerned, approached Lingfeng and asked gleefully, "Junior Brother, what happened to Master of the Demon Cult? Why does he look so dispirited? Could it be..." After hesitating for a moment, Ke Fei asked, "Could it be that your talent is insufficient?"
Understanding Ke Fei's intention, Lingfeng smiled lightly, stretched lazily, and patted Ke Fei's cheek while grinning, "It's not that my talent is insufficient; it's because my talent is too strong that I don't need advanced training!"
Ignoring everyone's surprised expressions, he swaggered out of the Demon Cultivation Hall and headed to the Assassination Hall.
The Assassin Hall Master had long heard that Lingfeng was going to train at Demon Spirit Mountain. However, since he left too early, she hadn't had time to see him off and was now sulking alone in the hall.
The other disciples dared not do anything but went outside to train. At this moment, only the Assassin Hall Master remained in the hall, feeling both angry and somewhat eerie due to its emptiness.
As Lingfeng opened the door to the Assassination Hall, he peeked inside and saw Master of the Demon Cult sitting with his back turned. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the Assassin Hall Master shout angrily, "I've had enough! You all go train by yourselves! I won't let anyone come back—no one is allowed!"
A black Pentagram dart flew toward Lingfeng.
He quickly dodged into the doorway and managed to evade the attack from the Assassin Hall Master. Puzzled, he muttered to himself, "Is today a day for anger in Spirit Sect? Why is even Master of the Demon Cult in such a bad mood? I wanted to ask you about things but didn't expect your mood to be off too. Alright then, you can have your angry day; I'll just go avoid it."
Hearing Lingfeng's voice, the Assassin Hall Master suddenly lifted her head. Her face was already filled with surprise as she smiled while still facing away from him. Upon hearing that he was leaving, she jumped up and rushed over to him in three steps. She kicked the door shut with one foot and placed her hands on his neck while pouting and questioning him, "I ask you—why didn't you wait for me?"
Lingfeng finally understood the reason for the Assassin Hall Master's anger. He quickly put on a smile, gently wrapped his arms around the Assassin Hall Master's waist, and softly said, "I'm not afraid of losing you. If I see you crying, I just won't be able to bear leaving!"
The Assassin Hall Master paused for a moment, then lowered her feet and turned her back to Lingfeng, saying, "Really?"
"Of course! I wouldn't dare lie to you!" Lingfeng hurriedly embraced the Assassin Hall Master from behind, promising earnestly.
The Assassin Hall Master snorted lightly and sat down in a chair, saying softly, "You men only know sweet talk. Who knows how many new loves you have out there!"
Lingfeng stuck out his tongue and quickly replied, "There are no new loves; they're all old flames!"
"What?" The Assassin Hall Master suddenly stood up, pointing at Lingfeng's nose and shouting, "What do you mean by old flames? Have you already found someone else?"
In fact, Lingfeng had long wanted to confess about Enchanting but had never found the right opportunity. Now that the conversation had reached this point, it was the perfect time to bring up Enchanting.
Lingfeng sighed, slowly stood up, and with his hands behind his back, looked at the corner of the wall, exuding an air of elegance.
"Actually, you should know that it's nothing for a man to have three wives and four concubines!" Lingfeng said slowly.
The Assassin Hall Master had been captivated by Lingfeng's elegant demeanor, but upon hearing his words, she became furious. She flipped the table over and pointed at Lingfeng, shouting, "That's for others! Dare to find three wives and four concubines yourself!"
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