Immemorial War God

"Yes, I have nothing better to do." Mo Feng nodded his head, he did not explain anything, and since the people of Broken Love Garden had yet to return to normal, there was no benefit in saying too much.    

    

"Does Master Lang Xing want to walk the path of assassination? If you want to play, this old one can ask the sect to arrange some people for you. " Old Yang nodded and laughed.    

    

"No need, I was just practicing by my heart." Mo Feng shook his head. What a joke, did he still need to go and complete missions to train himself? If he had assassinated someone at the late stage of Astral Reaching Realm, he could have killed them in one move.    

    

The corner of Old Yang's eyes twitched. He truly had the mood to be at ease, after hesitating for a bit, he cupped his fists and said:    

    

"Master Lang Xing, what assassination technique did you train in just now? Can you teach it to me?"    

    

"No."    

    

Just like how he had rejected all the master refiners, Mo Feng very decisively refused them. He had kept this assassination technique in his possession, and it had caused the three great sects to be unhappy, and now, if it was passed to the disciples of the Broken Love Garden, the three great sects would definitely be able to investigate it. At that time, they would not even be able to stand steadily before the sect war begins, and they would be done for.    

    

"Ugh …"    

    

Black lines appeared on Old Yang's forehead. He was really caught off guard by this rejection, in his imagination, how could he possibly reject it so straightforwardly?    

    

"Sir Lang Xing, recently, the sect has borrowed many missions, and due to hesitating over improving their cultivation technique, no one can take on missions. As for those that can take on missions, they are not very strong, if you can let these disciples learn it, then it would be much easier for the sect to carry out missions." The Old Yang was a big sect like the Broken Love Garden, and did not have much business here. The reason why one sect could last until now was because they relied on a few rare mines to forge weapons for sale.    

    

Other than this economic pillar of the Broken Love Garden, there was only a second economic pillar, and that was the assassination mission. Broken Love Garden was known for being cold-blooded and swift, and as long as they dared to offer a price, there would not be anyone that they did not want to kill.    

    

However, because of the impact of the improved cultivation technique, many disciples were cultivating and did not have the free time to carry out assassinations, which caused the economic benefit to drop greatly during this period of time. If such a large sect lost its origin, then it would be very troublesome.    

    

In addition to that, he had to carry out all of the missions he had previously stored up, but a lot of the disciples who had left to carry out missions had died because they had carried out missions that had exceeded their abilities. If he could train with a higher level assassination technique, then he would be able to relieve the pressure on the sect.    

    

"Highest Elder, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, but that it's not the time yet. When the time comes, I will naturally call out my cultivation method." Mo Feng explained, he, who could help the Broken Love Garden, would naturally help. But now was not the time, even if she had to take out a few assassination techniques, some of them were not even the Broken Love Garden's. After all, he did not even care about assassination techniques in her previous life, which resulted in him collecting very many assassination techniques.    

    

"Alright then."    

    

Old Yang could only nod his head. He really couldn't force Mo Feng to do something he was unwilling to do.    

    

Then, I won't disturb Master Lang Xing for now.    

    

After clasping his hands towards Mo Feng, Old Yang turned around and left. Mo Feng shrugged his shoulders and continued to practice his assassination techniques.    

    

"Swoosh."    

    

Mo Feng took out his sharp sword, and his figure once again disappeared in the air.    

    

"Shua!"    

    

Two days later, Mo Feng's figure appeared in midair. The sharp sword had directly pierced through the air and reached a point where it was completely silent, making it extremely difficult for the other party to detect him.    

    

"Enough."    

    

Mo Feng turned the sword in his hand, received it from the storage ring, and returned back to the pavilion.    

    

After returning to their room, the two girls opened their eyes. Mo Feng nodded towards them before sitting cross-legged on the ground. He took out eight puppets and took out a Puppet Soul Stone at the same time.    

    

Seeing the Puppet Soul Stone, Mo Feng's eyes flashed. He trained in the [Assassination] technique so that he could control the eight puppets to assassinate the people from the three big sects, firstly, it would cause trouble for them, and secondly, it would weaken their strength step by step.    

    

whoosh whoosh whoosh *    

    

He took out his battle axe and hacked the Puppet Soul Stone into eight pieces. At the same time, he chanted an incantation.    

    

When he had fused the Puppet Soul Stone into the puppet last time, the amount he could only control once was limited. Back then, his strength was limited and the puppet was also not strong enough. This time, he had to directly control it!    

    

hmm, hmm *    

    

After going through a mysterious technique, a powerful force covered the eight Puppet Soul Stones. The Puppet Soul Stone immediately turned into nothingness, turning into an invisible energy that couldn't be seen.    

    

"Go!"    

    

With a low roar, the eight energies directly entered the eight puppets. The eight puppets began to transform, and their bodies started to emit a faintly discernible aura. Finally, they returned to a tranquil state, as if they were dead.    

    

"Phew!"    

    

Mo Feng exhaled a long breath. This was only the beginning, tearing his soul and entering the puppet was the most important step.    

    

"Let's begin."    

    

He took a deep breath, exhaled to himself, closed his eyes and began to tear apart his soul.    

    

"Hmph."    

    

A moment later, cold sweat started to form on Mo Feng's forehead. Ripping of one's soul was the most painful thing to do and was intolerable. Normally, ripping of one's soul was used as torture and not many could endure it.    

    

However, tearing out one's soul to transform the puppet into a clone was not only beneficial to the assassination, but also endless benefits.    

    

"Ahh!"    

    

As he continued to tear, Mo Feng finally couldn't hold back and let out a cry. Cold sweat unceasingly rolled down his body as if he didn't need any money.    

    

"Open!"    

    

With a low growl in his heart, he tore out a portion of his soul. However, that was not enough. He still had to continue tearing it apart.    

    

"What's wrong?"    

    

When the Chen Xiaoyao girls heard Mo Feng's scream, they opened their eyes and saw Mo Feng trembling in pain. Their expressions changed and they rushed to Mo Feng's front.    

    

"Mo Feng, what's wrong?"    

    

Seeing Mo Feng in such a state, Chen Xiaoyao's heart immediately became anxious, and she anxiously asked. She even wanted to help alleviate the situation with Mo Feng, but she was stopped.    

    

"Master."    

    

Chen Xiaoyao looked at Leng Wenyue in anxiety and astonishment. Whatever she wanted to stop her was in such pain that something huge must have happened within her body.    

    

"Don't disturb him." Leng Wenyue shook her head calmly. Although she did not know what had happened to Mo Feng, she had silently entered into cultivation and took out eight puppets.    

    

"But this …"    

    

Chen Xiaoyao was still anxious, but seeing that Leng Wenyue's expression was turning serious, she did not speak further. She turned her head to look at Mo Feng's pained expression, and felt his heart ache.