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The disciples were left speechless upon hearing the words of the Master of the Demon Cult.
The Master of the Demon Cult glanced at Lingfeng, his eyes shining with intensity, and said, "Of course, including you!"
Before Lingfeng could voice his complaints, he felt a tremendous pressure. This pressure seemed to arise out of nowhere, but in reality, it was secretly imposed by the Master of the Demon Cult.
Lingfeng instinctively tried to resist, but he found that all the other disciples had already collapsed to the ground, as if a mountain were pressing down on them, leaving them utterly incapable of resistance. Lingfeng held on for a moment longer, but suddenly his knees buckled, and he could no longer withstand the overwhelming force that had appeared out of thin air. He fell to the ground with a thud.
The Master of the Demon Cult looked around at everyone with a blank expression and slowly said, "You have ignored the rules of this hall. According to the usual punishment regulations, each of you will receive ten iron rods!"
With that, iron rods floated up from the corner of the room and hovered above everyone before coming down hard onto their backsides.
"Ah~~!" A chorus of screams erupted simultaneously. Looking at the disciples' backsides, they were all split open and bleeding.
Lingfeng tilted his head to look at their injuries, which were already a bloody mess. Just one strike was horrific enough; he couldn't bear to imagine what ten strikes would result in.
The iron rods flying in the air were merely shadows. The Master of the Demon Cult could manipulate them rapidly with his mental power, making it unimaginable what speed he would achieve if he wielded an iron rod himself.
All those disciples who had been struck were now unable to stand up.
The Master of the Demon Cult glanced at Lingfeng again, his face devoid of emotion.
"Hehe!" Lingfeng forced a fearful smile toward the Hall Master, hoping to appease this Master of the Demon Cult and lessen his own suffering.
The Master of the Demon Cult returned Lingfeng's smile, but it was somewhat terrifying and unfriendly. Soon after, his face turned serious again as an iron rod came crashing down toward Lingfeng's backside.
"Oh my god~~!" As soon as the iron rod struck, Lingfeng felt a heart-wrenching pain radiating from his rear. It seemed as if his backside had been torn into countless pieces, and he could feel blood gushing out uncontrollably.
Immediately, the second, third, and fourth strikes followed...
A total of ten strikes landed on Lingfeng's backside. After each hit, it felt as if a red-hot iron block was ravaging his rear, and along with the heat came an unbearable pain that spread throughout his body.
After the punishment, the iron rod flew back to the corner of the room.
"Today's training ends here; we will continue tomorrow!" The Master of the Demon Cult said this and then walked upstairs with his hands behind his back, bending slightly at the waist.
"What are we supposed to do tomorrow?" Ke Zhan gritted his teeth and asked as he watched the Master of the Demon Cult ascend the stairs.
Lingfeng's forehead was already drenched in sweat. Fortunately, he had previously put in hard work to practice strengthening techniques, so the extent of damage to his body was relatively lighter.
"Damn it!" Ke Fei suddenly exclaimed, glaring at Lingfeng with resentment. "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have faced such punishment!"
Despite the pain in his backside, Lingfeng felt somewhat unwilling after hearing Ke Fei's words. He retorted sarcastically, "It's your own fault for wanting to see me make a fool of myself. Now we're all in the same boat; no one should mock anyone else. You brought this upon yourselves!"
Ke Zhan let out a muffled groan as he tried to stand up, but his legs had lost all sensation. He barely managed to prop himself up halfway before collapsing heavily back onto the ground.
"Major Servant! Where have you two been?" Ke Zhan shouted in frustration.
Major Servant and the servant were in the kitchen when they heard a heart-wrenching wail coming from the hall. They didn't dare to come out. When Ke Zhan suddenly called for them, they realized that the Master of the Demon Cult had gone upstairs and hurriedly rushed out.
Before Ke Zhan could give any instructions, the servant went over to help him up. He intended to take Ke Zhan back to his room, but Ke Zhan forcefully shook off his hand and limped upstairs on his own.
"Senior brother, are you alright?" Major Servant ignored everyone else and came over to check on Lingfeng first.
Lingfeng managed a bitter smile and shook his head without saying anything. With Major Servant's support, he barely managed to stand up.
"You're a scoundrel! He's the newcomer, how can you call him senior brother? You ungrateful wretch, don't forget that we are your senior brothers!" Ke Fei shouted at Major Servant like an enraged dog lying on the ground.
Lingfeng smiled at Major Servant and nodded towards Ke Fei, indicating for Major Servant to help him.
Reluctantly, Major Servant walked over to Ke Fei, darkening his face as he helped him up, and then proceeded to assist the others one by one.
Just as Lingfeng was about to return to his room, he suddenly caught a whiff of floral fragrance. This scent wafted in from outside, reminiscent of natural aromas, making one feel quite comfortable.
The disciples seemed to have noticed the fragrance as well, hurriedly bowing and calling out, "Welcome, Assassin Hall Master!"
"Assassin Hall Master?" Lingfeng glanced towards the door and indeed saw Assassin Hall Master approaching slowly in a Flower Skirt, a smile on her face that replaced her previous icy demeanor.
The Flower Skirt was embroidered with rare flowers and had been treated in such a way that its fragrance would last for three years without fading.
Upon entering the hall, Assassin Hall Master looked around at everyone and noticed their pale faces, which gave her some understanding of the situation. However, she didn't dwell on it and walked directly to Lingfeng, smiling as she said, "You were punished first!" Then she complained, "This Master of the Demon Cult is really too harsh on newcomers!" She then took out a pill and held it near Lingfeng's mouth, saying, "This is Flower Essence. Take it; it will help with your injuries!"
In fact, it was more than just helpful; this Flower Essence was made from a hundred types of precious flowers from the Mandala Demon Realm, and it was a unique recipe from the Assassination Hall. Even Assassin Hall Master rarely took it herself, so it was surprising that she gave one to Lingfeng.
Naturally, the other disciples felt resentful, jealousy and envy flashing across their faces once again.
Lingfeng glanced at everyone and opened his mouth affectionately while deliberately making sounds of enjoyment, which infuriated Ke Fei and the others to no end.
"I'll apply some Healing Ointment for you later; taking it internally and applying it externally will be even more effective. This afternoon is your first lesson in assassination; you can't miss it!" She then took hold of Lingfeng's arm and supported him on her shoulder.
Inside, Lingfeng felt elated as he inhaled the fragrance emanating from Assassin Hall Master, casting a disdainful glance at the stunned disciples. Ignoring the pain in his backside, he swaggered out with the support of Assassin Hall Master.
Once outside and out of sight of the disciples from the Demon Cultivation Hall, Lingfeng could no longer hold back and squatted down with an "ouch."
The Assassin Hall Master looked at Lingfeng with a mix of pity and amusement, his expression complex as he said, "Your Hall Master is quite strict and has high expectations for the disciples. It's unfortunate that you encountered such a situation right at the start. Let's see if you dare to break the rules again in the future!" With that, he pointed his right hand and gently tapped Lingfeng's forehead, sending a wave of purple Spiritual Energy into Lingfeng's body.
Lingfeng felt the pain begin to ease and struggled to stand up, blushing as he asked, "Assassin Hall Master, when will this Flower Essence take effect?"
"About an hour or so!" the Assassin Hall Master replied without hesitation.
Lingfeng revealed a sly smile, lost in thought.
"What’s wrong with you? One moment you're crying out in pain, the next you're dazed. You’re not going to be permanently damaged, are you?" The Assassin Hall Master asked anxiously upon noticing Lingfeng's odd behavior.
Lingfeng burst into laughter and said mysteriously, "If it takes an hour for the Flower Essence to stop the pain, then what about Ke Zhan and the others who didn’t take anything? Who knows how long they’ll be in pain! Plus, they have to continue their training early tomorrow morning. Looks like they’re really in for it!"
Only then did the Assassin Hall Master understand Lingfeng's thoughts and couldn't help but laugh as well. After a moment, he shot Lingfeng a glare and said, "I really don't know what you all are thinking. Instead of focusing on your training, you're worrying about trivial matters. But let me tell you, they were beaten, and naturally there are medicines for them to use. They won't take long to recover!"
After chatting for a while, Lingfeng followed the Assassin Hall Master to the Assassination Hall.
The layout of the Assassination Hall was almost identical to that of the Demon Cultivation Hall, except for the different weapons displayed inside. The hall had many racks along its walls, showcasing various weapons including different types of darts, while some other racks held more conventional weapons.
Dozens of disciples were gathered in the hall, meditating while playing with a Meteor Dart in their hands.
However, they were not in a meditative state; rather, they were taking a short break. When the Assassin Hall Master and Lingfeng entered the hall, all of them stood up together with serious expressions and greeted the Assassin Hall Master respectfully but without speaking.
Lingfeng found it strange and thought about how these people all had similar expressions, which was somewhat different from his encounters with Demon State Assassins. The only commonality was that they were all lean; however, their leanness gave off an impression of strength rather than frailty.
In fact, these assassination disciples were all low-ranking disciples who remained in the Assassination Hall to learn Assassination Techniques. Once their cultivation reached a certain level, they would be promoted to Demon State Assassins and begin their assassination activities.
"This is your junior brother; please take care of him from now on," said the Assassin Hall Master casually.
"Yes!" the group responded in unison with a bow.
Lingfeng looked at everyone awkwardly, his expression complex as he greeted them.
"Kehua, come with me!" said the Assassin Hall Master.
The young man at the front of the disciples stepped forward without saying a word and followed the Assassin Hall Master upstairs.
Lingfeng observed him closely and noticed that the man's aura was quite imposing, giving off an impression of being stern and unsmiling. Lingfeng even doubted whether he would ever smile.
Upon reaching the fourth floor, the Assassin Hall Master placed Lingfeng in a room, then turned and took a bottle of Healing Ointment from the cabinet, handing it to Kehua. "He has an injury on his backside; you need to apply the ointment!"
"Yes!" Kehua replied with a bow.
The Assassin Hall Master nodded and gently said to Lingfeng, "It might hurt a little; bear with it. I'll go instruct the kitchen to prepare your meal!" With that, he turned and left.
Lingfeng felt a surge of emotion, reflecting on the Assassin Hall Master's figure as he left. He never expected that there could be such a good Demon Cultivator in the Mandala Demon Continent.
However, he soon heard a tearing sound from behind him, followed by Lingfeng's heart-wrenching scream.
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