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The principles of Lingfeng are derived from his own insights. In his view, the proper use of Spiritual Energy to unleash a Spell is akin to a game from his original world—basketball. As long as one can grasp the right angle and apply just the right amount of force, making a beautiful shot becomes easy.
Of course, while it sounds simple, it seems truly difficult for Kehua.
He lowered his head, pondering Lingfeng's words, and remained silent for a while.
"Is my explanation really that hard to understand?" Lingfeng couldn't help but ask.
"Not at all," Kehua shook his head and replied, "I have enough Spiritual Energy within me to use those Spells I haven't learned yet, but I don't understand what you mean by 'just right.' I don't know how to achieve that balance or what it even means."
"This..." Lingfeng was also taken aback. He thought about how he had cultivated the Five Elemental Spells based on the guidance of various Peak Masters and had explored them step by step. It was indeed challenging to articulate this process to someone else.
After a moment of thought, Lingfeng took out a Firecracker, lit a pile of fire on the ground, and then used his Spiritual Energy to keep the flames alive.
Lingfeng gathered a bit of Spiritual Energy in his hand and reached toward the fire pile. A flame was lifted by Lingfeng and placed in the palm of his hand.
"You can think of the flame as your own Spiritual Energy and merge it with the Spiritual Energy within you. The fire is Spiritual Energy, and Spiritual Energy is fire!" Lingfeng observed Kehua and noticed that his furrowed brow had relaxed slightly. Knowing he was getting through, he continued, "And the Incantation is just a key; it is the key to activating the Spell. When you recite the Incantation, consider the fire and Spiritual Energy as your weapon, then strike with gravity..." As he spoke, Lingfeng forcefully pushed the flame forward, transforming what was initially a small flame into a blazing sword that pierced through a stone slab with a whoosh.
Kehua stared in astonishment at the pierced stone slab as the flames above gradually extinguished.
"Spiritual Energy is fire; fire is Spiritual Energy!" Kehua repeatedly echoed Lingfeng's words. He then gathered some Spiritual Energy in his hand and drew out a bit of flame from the fire pile. Before long, the flame merged with his Spiritual Energy, radiating an eerie red glow.
"The Fusion of fire and Spiritual Energy is my weapon; I will strike with gravity!" Kehua declared as the flame in his hand suddenly flared up like it had been doused with oil, engulfing him in its light.
Lingfeng was alarmed, thinking Kehua had misused a Spell. Just as he was about to rush over to help, he noticed that the flames were gradually transforming into a fireball held in Kehua's hand.
Kehua showed no signs of burns or even any scorch marks on his body.
"You, what is this...?" Lingfeng looked at Kehua in confusion.
Kehua's tense and serious expression gradually relaxed, and in an instant, he was smiling.
"Haha, I did it, I did it!" Kehua said excitedly, the flames in his hand resembling a red sphere that he could squeeze and manipulate as if it were a captive with no chance of resistance.
"What did you accomplish?" Lingfeng asked in bewilderment, thinking that Kehua must have been frightened.
Kehua looked at Lingfeng strangely, then extinguished the flames and asked in confusion, "Don't you know about that spell from just now?"
"Spell?" Lingfeng genuinely had no idea there was a spell wrapped in fire.
Kehua looked at Lingfeng in disbelief, then took out a book from his pocket—it was Fire Control Basics. Flipping through a few pages, Kehua walked over to Lingfeng and pointed at the text, saying, "Look, this is a very basic spell called Fire Shield. You must know about it!"
Lingfeng paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course I know it; how could I not? It's just that I've practiced so many Fire Control Techniques that I forgot about this one!"
In truth, Lingfeng had no knowledge of this spell because he had never seen any introduction to it. Although he possessed the Fire Control Scripture, he had skipped over the simpler spells and directly tackled the more difficult ones later on.
"By the way, do you want to practice any other spells?" Lingfeng quickly changed the subject and asked with genuine concern.
Kehua nodded without thinking, revealing a hint of embarrassment.
Understanding the situation, Lingfeng decided not to press further. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "What are we learning today?"
Previously, Lingfeng had only practiced some simple Assassination Techniques. However, now that he could openly practice Fire Control Techniques, he could be considered a fire-wielding assassin.
Kehua smiled and shook his head, saying, "You no longer need to learn those basic assassination techniques. What you need to focus on now is the Fire Control Technique. Moreover, the one who excels in the Fire Control Technique at the Assassination Hall is the Assassin Hall Master, so if you have any questions in the future, just ask her!"
Lingfeng had no response and thought about how he would be able to spend time alone with the Assassin Hall Master again. At this thought, he couldn't help but smile foolishly.
Lingfeng's rapid improvement in cultivation had already left other disciples in awe, with some even believing that Lingfeng could be compared to the Demon Lord Reincarnation. Of course, such remarks could only be whispered among themselves; otherwise, if other Hall Masters or Vice Hall Masters heard them, the consequences would be dire.
With his magical power advancing, Lingfeng decided to take a break and shared his thoughts with both the Master of the Demon Cult and the Assassin Hall Master.
To Lingfeng's delight, both Hall Masters considered it for a moment before readily agreeing. They just reiterated some principles about haste making waste several times before allowing Lingfeng to take a proper rest.
The privileges Lingfeng received made other disciples quite envious. The rules of the Spirit Sect were strict, not permitting disciples to take time off, yet Lingfeng unexpectedly obtained such privileges.
In truth, Lingfeng did not genuinely want to rest; he wanted to investigate the current seasonal changes. Since cultivators lived in a perpetual summer, the people here had long lost their sense of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Even the Earth God could not determine what season it was.
Without knowing the season, Lingfeng could not pinpoint the exact location of Stone Mountain within Demon Spirit Mountain. Thus, during his break, Lingfeng delved deeper into Mandala Demon Continent for a thorough investigation.
After organizing his thoughts, Lingfeng left the Spirit Sect.
The Mandala Demon Continent was vast; although it had a large population, it was filled with desolation.
After leaving the Spirit Sect, Lingfeng searched for large cities but found none in Mandala Demon Realm that satisfied him.
During this journey, Lingfeng arrived at a town. The entire town seemed lifeless; although various stalls lined the roadside, people appeared listless and dejected.
What puzzled Lingfeng even more was that there were no inns in Mandala Demon Realm or places for travelers to rest. However, every town had a Mage's Inn, which Lingfeng knew provided rest for Demon Cultivators.
It was already late when Lingfeng walked in.
The inn was somewhat quiet, with only two groups of travelers seated inside.
When the Second Clerk saw Lingfeng enter, he approached and glanced at Lingfeng a few times before asking, "Guest, we only serve Demon Cultivators here!"
Lingfeng smiled lightly and took out the Skeleton Pendant hanging around his neck.
The Second Clerk was taken aback for a moment, then quickly changed his expression and bowed to Lingfeng, saying, "I will prepare a top room for you right away!"
Lingfeng nodded in satisfaction but was secretly surprised by the sudden change in attitude. However, to showcase his heroism, Lingfeng generously took out ten Copper Coins and handed them to the clerk, saying, "This is a tip for you. First, prepare me some fine dishes, and then get me a good guest room."
The clerk hesitated as he looked at the Copper Coins in Lingfeng's hand but did not accept them. After a while, he said, "It is an honor for us to have you here; how could I dare to accept your reward!"
Lingfeng couldn't help but feel curious. He thought it was rare to find someone who wouldn't accept a tip and jokingly asked, "Do you think it's too little?"
What Lingfeng didn't expect was that his lighthearted remark caused the clerk's expression to change drastically. He suddenly knelt on the ground and repeatedly cried out, "I dare not! I dare not!"
"What are you doing?" Lingfeng was startled and hurriedly tried to help him up. However, the clerk refused to rise, only begging for forgiveness.
Lingfeng was puzzled and looked at the others, who all had indifferent expressions as if this phenomenon was commonplace. It then dawned on Lingfeng that the residents of Mandala Demon Realm had long been oppressed by Demon Cultivators and had become the lowest class of people, which made them fearful of Demon Cultivators.
"Get up; I forgive you!" Lingfeng said somewhat impatiently.
Only then did the clerk tremble as he stood up but did not dare to look at Lingfeng's face.
"Second, hurry up and prepare some good dishes!" At this moment, the boss behind the counter shouted.
Only then did the second person come to his senses and hurried to the back to cook for Lingfeng.
Lingfeng shook his head, suddenly feeling an infinite pity for the residents of the Mandala Demon Realm. He thought that most of these residents had no way to escape; otherwise, how could they endure such humiliation here?
He chose a seat by the window and sat down. Soon, the entire inn fell into silence, with only the sounds of two other groups eating.
Lingfeng glanced at those two groups. Each side had five people, but they ignored each other, and their clothing was quite different. What caught Lingfeng's attention was that one group's arm was tattooed with a pattern that looked somewhat like a spirit beast. The other group appeared plain, with everyone looking somewhat gentle.
Before long, the second person came out from the back carrying a large wooden tray filled with golden dishes, including roasted chicken and other delicious foods.
Lingfeng's appetite was whetted; before the second person could ask if he needed help again, he had already started to eat heartily.
The food was incredibly fragrant, and soon the entire inn was enveloped in its aroma.
Looking at the meals of the two groups, they were all low-quality dishes with only a few pieces of meat inside.
"Hmph, I'm not eating anymore!" One of the burly men with the monster tattoo slammed his chopsticks down and pounded his fists heavily on the table. The plates suddenly jumped up and then fell back onto the table.
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