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No matter who it is, love is selfish. Who would be willing to share their love with others? Although Lingfeng had prepared well and was full of confidence before saying this, for the Assassin Hall Master, it was like a bolt from the blue.
Lingfeng was taken aback, her clothes lifted by the residual energy from the Assassin Hall Master. She quickly covered her head and awkwardly crouched down on the ground.
After a while, Lingfeng felt the Assassin Hall Master standing in front of her. The fragrance emanating from her became particularly intense, seemingly intensified by her anger.
Lingfeng forced a smile, looked up at the Assassin Hall Master, and seeing that the surroundings had calmed down, she stood up, trying to avoid the Assassin Hall Master's sharp gaze, and said softly, "Please don't be angry; you should let me finish!"
The Assassin Hall Master looked like she was about to cry; the news had come too suddenly. In her heart, her originally carefree and charming fiancé suddenly had someone else outside, and it was an old flame at that. How could she accept this?
Lingfeng's mention of having multiple wives only added fuel to the fire. The Cultivation Realm still retained elements of ancient Chinese marriage customs, where a woman's status in a family was clearly defined: the first to arrive was the wife, while later arrivals were concubines.
"Fine! If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I'll immediately tear you apart!" The Assassin Hall Master held back her tears and spoke each word clearly.
Lingfeng felt a tingling sensation in his head; he didn't think the Assassin Hall Master was someone who would go easy on him. Her words were not just empty threats.
"This matter is tied to my life. If it gets out, I won't survive," Lingfeng hesitated to say.
Upon hearing this, the Assassin Hall Master found something suspicious about the situation. Her attitude softened slightly, but her tone remained firm as she said, "If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I will still ensure your demise."
Lingfeng wanted to continue building up to his explanation, but seeing the Assassin Hall Master's lightning-like gaze, he could only stick out his tongue and said, "Actually, before I met you, I encountered a girl. She is a cultivator who saved my life by chance. To repay her, I intended to dedicate myself to her!"
Lingfeng lowered his head shyly as if he had suffered a great injustice.
The Assassin Hall Master was momentarily stunned and asked in confusion, "That's it?"
"That's it!" Lingfeng nodded earnestly.
"Is that all?" The Assassin Hall Master asked again.
Lingfeng nodded once more.
"But... but..." the Assassin Hall Master scratched his head in frustration, feeling somewhat confused by Lingfeng's words. After calming his thoughts, he suddenly realized something and furrowed his brows, asking, "How is it that you have pledged yourself to her? Are you chasing after her?"
"Well, heh heh..." Lingfeng chuckled awkwardly, scratching his head. "Who told her to save my life? Plus, I think that girl is really beautiful. If she were to be with another man, wouldn't that be like a flower planted in cow dung? So, the charming and handsome me decided to take her as a way to repay her for saving my life!"
Lingfeng spoke with great flair, as if he had rescued a beautiful life from the hands of a devil.
Seeing the Assassin Hall Master still skeptical, Lingfeng quickly seized the moment, raising both hands and looking at the dark ceiling, declaring with righteous indignation, "So, if she hadn't saved my life, you wouldn't be seeing such an exceptional man like me! Therefore, you should be grateful and accept her!"
"This..." the Assassin Hall Master hesitated and lowered his head. After thinking for a while, he said, "In that case, she is indeed our benefactor!"
Lingfeng nodded repeatedly.
"Then where is she now? When can we meet?" the Assassin Hall Master asked again.
Lingfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this woman blinded by love was truly not very perceptive; he didn't expect her to believe such a lie. But since he had already spun the tale, Lingfeng naturally had to keep it going. He said, "Her name is Enchanting; she's a cultivator I met in the Demon Subduing Continent."
"Enchanting—what a nice name!" the Assassin Hall Master remarked.
Lingfeng nodded again, looking at the Assassin Hall Master with approval.
"However, why do I feel like this is all one-sided? Do you know if Daoist is willing?"
Lingfeng grinned lewdly, revealing his white teeth and sparkling eyes. He proudly said, "Have you seen who I am? I have enchanted countless girls..." Lingfeng paused suddenly, remembering that the Assassin Hall Master was not someone to be trifled with. He quickly stopped his boastful talk and smiled, "Don't worry; she will definitely agree!"
The Assassin Hall Master seemed resigned to fate. He sighed lightly and hesitantly looked at Lingfeng before softly saying, "Wuxing, you should know the rules of the Spirit Sect."
Lingfeng blinked and casually replied, "Of course I know! It's just that one cannot marry cultivators or elders, right?"
"Yes," the Assassin Hall Master nodded. "But you've violated both of those rules; I've also violated one of them. It seems we need to make plans for what comes next."
Actually, the Assassin Hall Master also violated these two rules; she just didn't know it.
Lingfeng had already made plans for the future, but he was unsure whether the Assassin Hall Master would be willing to respect his opinions. In the future, Lingfeng definitely would not stay in the Spirit Sect, and he hoped to take the Assassin Hall Master away from there. However, the Assassin Hall Master had lived in the Spirit Sect for many years, and her feelings for it were not so easy to sever. Therefore, Lingfeng chose not to reveal his plans for now, waiting until his mission was completed before seeking the Assassin Hall Master's opinion.
At that moment, Lingfeng did not want to discuss this issue and remained silent.
The Assassin Hall Master also recognized that this topic was somewhat heavy; after all, no one could predict the future. She calmly said, "Weren't you going to Demon Spirit Mountain? Why are you back?"
Lingfeng was about to ask about Hezi when the Assassin Hall Master brought up that question. He curiously asked, "Do you know Hezi?"
"How do you know this person?" The Assassin Hall Master was also surprised. Although her reaction wasn't as strong as that of the Master of the Demon Cult, she was still quite astonished.
Lingfeng shook his head in distress and softly said, "It's a long story. However, when the Assassin Hall Master heard about Hezi's death, her emotional response was significant, and she forgot to take me to Demon Spirit Mountain."
"Hezi is dead?" This time, the Assassin Hall Master's reaction was quite pronounced. She opened her mouth in disbelief and looked at Lingfeng.
Lingfeng nodded, sensing something ominous. Hezi had a mysterious identity; many people were unaware of his existence, yet he was well-known in the Spirit Sect. Did he have some connection with the Spirit Sect?
The Assassin Hall Master sat dazedly in her chair. After a moment of silence, she slowly said, "Hezi was originally the most favored disciple of the Master of the Demon Cult. However, he was unwilling to accept the Spirit Sect's approach of conserving strength and resolutely wanted to send troops to other eight states. That is why he left the Spirit Sect and had not been heard from since." After a pause, she murmured, "I never expected to receive news of his death now."
Lingfeng silently lamented; no wonder the Master of the Demon Cult reacted so strongly—he had inadvertently stepped on his own foot.
"By the way, how did Hezi die?" The Assassin Hall Master asked with confusion.
"Well..." Lingfeng hesitated for a moment, glanced at the Assassin Hall Master, and softly said, "He... he was killed by me!"
In fact, Lingfeng was only an indirect cause; if it weren't for him diverting Hezi's attention, Wan Shitong might not have been able to defeat Hezi either.
The Assassin Hall Master stared blankly at Lingfeng and scrutinized him closely. In disbelief, she said, "How is that possible? Although Hezi's cultivation isn't deep, you are definitely not his opponent."
"It seems they still don't know about Hezi's cultivation at the time of his death!" Lingfeng thought to himself.
Hezi's cultivation couldn't simply be described in terms of depth; it was very likely that he could rival the Spirit Priest. If it weren't for the fact that he had few subordinates and those were not highly skilled, he would have probably led them back to attack the Spirit Sect long ago.
However, since their understanding of Hezi's cultivation was shallow, Lingfeng had a better reason to extricate himself. He hesitated and said, "Actually, I used the Fire Control Technique to kill Hezi, and I don't think his cultivation was much higher than mine."
Lingfeng's words made sense; in terms of killing techniques, Hezi might not necessarily be a match for Lingfeng. Moreover, Lingfeng was cunning; even if his cultivation wasn't deep, he could still devise a plan to eliminate his opponent.
But since the event had already occurred, there was no way to reverse it. For Lingfeng's safety, the Assassin Hall Master decided to let him rest temporarily in the Assassination Hall.
Regarding this suggestion from the Assassin Hall Master, Lingfeng chose to comply unconditionally. Although he believed he had gained the recognition of the Master of the Demon Cult, he was still unsure whether the Master would forgive him. All he could do now was to stabilize the Master and wait for him to calm down before requesting to go to Demon Spirit Mountain for cultivation again.
Lingfeng arrived with trepidation. After dinner, he went directly to the Assassin Hall Master's room and softly said, "The temperament of the Master of the Demon Cult is somewhat unpredictable. For safety's sake, could you help me gauge his mood?"
The Assassin Hall Master looked at Lingfeng with amusement, gazing up at him and said lightly, "What's wrong? Are you afraid that the Master of the Demon Cult will kill you?" Before Lingfeng could respond, the Assassin Hall Master stood up and patted his chest, saying, "Don't worry; as long as I'm here, no one can touch a hair on your head."
With that, the Assassin Hall Master adjusted his attire, winked at Lingfeng, and then went downstairs.
Even with the Assassin Hall Master as a backing, Lingfeng still felt somewhat uneasy. After contemplating his future strategies in his room, he sat down on a chair waiting for news from the Assassin Hall Master.
He waited until it was dark when finally the door to the Assassin Hall Master's room opened. The Assassin Hall Master walked in with an angry expression, saying nothing and directly sat down on the cushion in a huff.
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