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Lingfeng only felt that the Spiritual Energy of the Master of the Demon Cult seemed warm yet had restless hands, touching him all over and making him feel itchy. However, seeing the expression on the Master of the Demon Cult's face, Lingfeng felt somewhat confused.
"What do you mean by being injured? I'm perfectly fine!" Lingfeng shrugged and said.
The Master of the Demon Cult kept shaking his head, then took two steps back and murmured, "Even if one has entered the Demon Cultivation Realm as a Demon Cultivator, they can still be injured by the impact of Demonic Nature before meeting certain requirements. But you seem completely unharmed; how is that possible?"
Demonic Nature is a unique energy within the body of a demon god. If Demonic Nature is contained within the demon god's body, its energy may be suppressed. However, if Demonic Nature is released, it would be like unleashing a devil, with energy that is invisible.
After hearing the Master of the Demon Cult's words, Lingfeng found it somewhat strange and thought to himself: Could it be that I have some special talent? But then he suddenly felt something odd and trembled all over, looking at the Master of the Demon Cult and asking, "Since you know I might get hurt, why did you still use Demonic Nature to impact me? Are you trying to take revenge for Hezi?"
The Master of the Demon Cult was taken aback and shifted his gaze aside, seemingly unsure how to face Lingfeng. After a moment of silence, he said, "I just hope you are a prodigy in Demon Cultivation and that your cultivation can reach a higher realm under the impact of Demonic Nature."
"Then why do you seem disappointed that I wasn't hurt?" Lingfeng continued to ask.
"Because it is normal for someone with low cultivation to be injured by the impact of Demonic Nature. But I didn't expect you to come out unscathed and even enjoy the feeling of being impacted by Demonic Nature; this completely caught me off guard."
Lingfeng also didn't understand why he liked this feeling. He just felt that when impacted by Demonic Nature, in that moment when he lost consciousness, it was as if he returned to his hometown. That familiar feeling made Lingfeng lose his sense of loss, like a lost child finding their mother; the desire to be embraced by her was very strong.
"What does this mean?" Lingfeng asked calmly, though he had an uneasy feeling.
The Master of the Demon Cult pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Demon God Chiyou is also composed of three souls and seven spirits. However, during his cultivation into a demon, he expelled his Virtuous Soul from his body. It is said that after his Virtuous Soul was expelled, it reincarnated in the Mortal Realm as a human. The other souls within him only had their evil soul reincarnated while the rest have already turned to dust. As for this evil soul, it is each generation's Demon Lord."
Lingfeng was taken aback and trembled as he asked, "So you're saying that being able to accept the impact of Demonic Nature despite having low cultivation means there could be a reincarnation of either the Demon Lord or the Virtuous Soul?"
The Master of the Demon Cult nodded, looking at Lingfeng with a rather complex expression.
The conversation then shifted into silence; both were tacitly aware of what was left unsaid.
In fact, what Lingfeng cared about was not his true origins but rather the impact he might have on the three realms. If Lingfeng were indeed a reincarnation of Chiyou's Virtuous Soul and inadvertently awakened in the future, he feared losing his current thoughts and having them overshadowed by Chiyou's memories. No matter what, this would be a blow to Lingfeng.
Seeing Lingfeng in distress, the Master of the Demon Cult suddenly smiled sinisterly, his grotesque face looking particularly repulsive. He took two steps forward, his fox-like eyes fixed intently on Lingfeng, emanating a chilling aura as he said, "To tell you the truth, the opponent of the Demon Lord Reincarnation is the reincarnation of Chiyou's Virtuous Soul. For many years, we would rather mistakenly kill a thousand than let one escape. We have searched through the Cultivation Realm and sealed countless souls just to ensure that the Demon Lord has no rivals."
Lingfeng gasped in shock; he could already guess the Master of the Demon Cult's next move and involuntarily took two steps back.
However, the Master of the Demon Cult continued to close in, forcing Lingfeng into a corner. Grinning widely, he said, "Although I value your talent, for the sake of unifying the three realms, I still have to seal your soul!"
"What will be the result of sealing my soul?" Lingfeng knew what kind of person he was facing; he understood that he was like a mouse before a hungry cat, destined to be devoured.
"Once your soul is sealed, you will never be reborn until the seal is lifted. But don't worry; your souls will not be released!" The Master of the Demon Cult seemed to have achieved something significant and laughed heartily. His originally bent body made him look like a headless snake, twisting irregularly.
Everything happened too suddenly, like a muffled thunderclap that struck without warning or lightning, catching everyone off guard.
The Master of the Demon Cult slowly raised his right hand, a flash of purple spiritual light flickering as a staff bearing the image of a demon god appeared in his grasp.
Lingfeng recognized this object; he had seen it in books at the Spirit Sect. It was a magical artifact that powerful practitioners could use for sealing.
Holding the Sealing Staff, the Master of the Demon Cult approached Lingfeng step by step. The light on the staff grew increasingly intense until a pentagram suddenly appeared after he recited an incantation, resembling a net that lunged directly at Lingfeng.
Lingfeng had no time to resist; he only felt a beam of light rushing toward him before it ensnared him against the wall like a spider's web. A spasm of pain coursed through his entire body as he felt his soul being drawn out from within him.
Lingfeng opened his mouth in agony but could not produce any sound. He glared angrily at the Master of the Demon Cult, who was grinning with delight.
With his back against the wall, Lingfeng's arms were already bulging with veins. Two streams of Spiritual Energy—purple and white—twisted around his arms before slowly merging into them, causing his arms to swell significantly.
Though the pain persisted, Lingfeng felt his blood boiling and his arms filled with strength.
The Master of the Demon Cult looked anxiously at Lingfeng. Normally, sealing a soul would take only an instant, but Lingfeng seemed like a soulless puppet still desperately holding on.
What surprised the Master of the Demon Cult even more was that two streams of Spiritual Energy, Celestial and Demonic, emerged from Lingfeng's body and instantly transformed into Lingfeng's power.
"Are you a Dual Cultivator of Immortal and Demon?" The Master of the Demon Cult looked at Lingfeng in disbelief, hardly able to believe that he had been kept in the dark for so long.
Lingfeng was already drenched in sweat, his ear-length hair disheveled and gradually turning purple, while his eyes were one white and one purple.
The Pentagram seal began to loosen, seemingly unable to suppress Lingfeng any longer, let alone seal his soul.
The Master of the Demon Cult appeared somewhat timid, as the Sealing Staff in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. He involuntarily took two steps back, nearly falling over.
Lingfeng inside the Pentagram smiled, a sinister grin that made him look both evil and noble with his white and purple eyes. His white teeth and handsome face, accentuated by sweat, appeared even more charming.
"No! You must be sealed!" The Master of the Demon Cult trembled as he hurriedly picked up the Sealing Staff and quickly recited an Incantation.
Suddenly, a larger Pentagram appeared, rapidly covering Lingfeng's body.
Lingfeng seemed to be forcibly suppressed, his body being pressed into the wall, while the bricks behind him began to crack.
Lingfeng grinned widely as two streams of spiritual light burst forth from his eyes. He then gripped the wall tightly with both hands and exerted force, releasing a vast expanse of white and purple light.
The Master of the Demon Cult felt almost hopeless; it was as if Lingfeng radiated like the sun, emitting blinding light. That light was filled with a strong Spiritual Energy aura that even he could not withstand.
"Ah~~!" The Master of the Demon Cult screamed in agony as he was illuminated by the light and was sent flying away.
The Spirit Sect, which had been tranquil, suddenly experienced an anomaly. The disciples who were fast asleep felt the ground shaking violently as if it were about to collapse, merging like Fusion and threatening to crush everything into pieces.
The Assassin Hall Master suddenly woke up and rushed to Lingfeng's room but found it empty. She quickly stood up and ran outside. Just as she opened the door, she saw that the bright light was gradually fading away.
She clearly saw that the light from the Spirit Sect, which had just turned into daylight, had already surged into the Demon Cultivation Hall. At this moment, the Demon Cultivation Hall was in ruins; the fourth floor had completely vanished, as if it had been abruptly severed from the third floor and trampled into dust by a giant, without any warning or remnants.
The Assassin Hall Master looked at everything in astonishment, taking a while to regain composure before hurriedly flying to the top of the third floor of the Demon Cultivation Hall. However, everything had already disappeared, even the shadow of the Master of the Demon Cult was nowhere to be found.
Not far away, a transmission Cultivation Method emitted a beam of light, and Ke Fei walked out from within. He was also stunned by the scene before him and rubbed his eyes vigorously to confirm he was not dreaming.
"Where is the Five Elements? Where is the Master of the Demon Cult?" The Assassin Hall Master asked with a trembling voice as he surveyed the surroundings.
"I... I don't know. It felt like the ground was about to collapse, so I ran over here, but I didn't expect..." Ke Fei was at a loss for words.
The Assassin Hall Master, looking lost, slowly walked toward where the Master of the Demon Cult's room used to be. The wall that once stored Demonic Nature had also vanished. And right below this spot on the ground lay the unconscious Master of the Demon Cult.
"Quick, the Master of the Demon Cult is over there!" exclaimed the Assassin Hall Master before turning and flying down to the ground.
The Master of the Demon Cult was not dead; he had merely fainted. However, blood was flowing from all seven orifices, indicating that his internal organs had suffered a tremendous impact.
Ke Fei carried the Master of the Demon Cult into the training hall of the Demon Cultivation Hall and placed him on a table, looking somewhat helplessly at the Assassin Hall Master.
Without time to hesitate, the Assassin Hall Master quickly placed a Flower Essence near the Master of the Demon Cult's mouth and used Spiritual Energy to send it into his abdomen.
After consuming the medicine, the Master of the Demon Cult gasped for breath and slowly opened his somewhat dazed eyes.
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