Immemorial War God

After three days of time, Mo Feng finally recovered and opened his eyes excitedly as he raised his head. With his cultivation speed which was fifty-five times faster than normal, he couldn't wait to experience it for himself.    

    

However, now was not the time to cultivate and raise his cultivation. No matter how fast he was cultivating, he had to put an end to it or else returning to the Heavenly Monarch Realm would be extremely difficult.    

    

"Buzz buzz!"    

    

He sat cross-legged and cultivated, unleashing 55 times of his cultivation speed. His consciousness was always on Star Pool, he did not compress his star power, but kept on tempering her Star Pool.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

Two days later, a metal clanging sound rang out. A white astral light appeared on the Star Pool, stabilizing the Star Pool on a certain level!    

    

Looking at the White Handle on the Star Pool, Mo Feng nodded his head in satisfaction. Right now, even ten Star Pool at the peak of stellar state weren't as strong as him!    

    

After stabilizing the Star Pool, he continued to cultivate as a large amount of star power flowed into the Star Pool, slowly condensing into the second drop of star power liquid!    

    

"I'll be able to break through in less than three days." With his current cultivation speed, breaking through was simply an easy feat. As long as he cultivated with all his might, he would be able to break through to the peak of the stellar state in less than two months.    

    

But this speed was still not enough for him to be satisfied, and he still had to think of other ways to raise his strength. It had already been more than a month, and there were only four more months until Liu Ruiying's wedding.    

    

"Dong Dong Dong"    

    

He continued to cultivate. A day later, someone suddenly knocked on the stone door, causing Mo Feng to ignore them, but the knocking sounds continued. Mo Feng intended to activate the formation inside the cave to isolate sound, but the moment he heard the sound, he paused his movements.    

    

"Master Mo Feng, I am Yi Jinglin, and would like to seek an audience."    

    

"Yi Jinglin?" Mo Feng frowned. This Yi Jinglin had seen him once when he brought back the tiger-dog and they had only exchanged a few words. Why did he come at this time?    

    

After thinking about it in his heart, he decided to quit cultivating. He got up and opened the stone door, and saw Yi Jinglin standing outside with a complicated expression.    

    

"Sir Mo Feng, may I ask if you can come in?"    

    

Mo Feng raised his eyebrows, glanced at Yi Jinglin, and nodded slightly. After the two entered the cave, Mo Feng closed the door.    

    

"Speak, what is it?" He had a good impression of Yi Jinglin and asked.    

    

Looking at Mo Feng's conflicted face, he seemed to want to say something but hesitated. It was as if there was something hard to say.    

    

"Since you're already here, say what you have to say." Mo Feng said, he slightly nodded his head, gritted his teeth and cupped his fists:    

    

"Sir Mo Feng, may I ask if you want to repair the puppet?"    

    

"Hmm?" Mo Feng's gaze turned cold. The puppet could be repaired, but it could not be spread out, if not there would definitely be people who would think about it, making it impossible for the matter to be handled.    

    

"What do you mean?"    

    

Seeing Mo Feng in such a state, Yi Jinglin's heart was already in his throat. He had long heard of Mo Feng's vicious and merciless name, especially after he killed Young man with fan sheath and the rest, he did not even dare to breathe heavily. He was afraid that if Mo Feng used his axe to chop him off, there would be no place for him to cry.    

    

However, he had to say what happened today. After tidying up his thoughts, he cupped his fists and said:    

    

"Sir Mo Feng, I believe you have heard that there is no one in the entire Empire who is capable of refining puppets, nor is there anyone who is capable of refining puppets."    

    

Hearing Yi Jinglin's words, Mo Feng's eyes flashed, but he did not say anything. Yi Jinglin could only continue:    

    

"However, it's not as if the Empire doesn't have a person who can refine puppets. Moreover, in the past, the Empire had an existence that could refine puppets!"    

    

"Oh?" Hearing that, Mo Feng raised his eyebrows, his interest piqued, could it be that there was some secret behind it?    

    

"600 years ago, there were five great sects in the Empire. An extremely powerful sect suppressed the other four great sects, and at that time, the Jade Flame Gate was still only an existence at the bottom of the ranks of the top forces. This sect suppressed all the other sects, and even the royal family was somewhat afraid!"    

    

Almost every disciple in the sect can create puppets. With a puppet by their side, when that happens, any disciple of the sect would walk out. Even people from the four major sects wouldn't dare to look down on them and treat them like honored guests. After saying that, a look of longing appeared in Yi Jinglin's eyes.    

    

's eyes flashed with astonishment. He had not expected the existence of such a powerful sect in the Xing Chu Empire, but after thinking about it, it was normal for him not to know about it. After all, he had not been in the Heavenly Star Continent for long, and this was a secret from six hundred years ago.    

    

"But good times do not last long," said Yi Jinglin as his eyes were filled with hatred.    

    

"The Four Major Sects, including the Jade Flame Gate, were jealous of this sect's powerful and flourishing strength. They drooled over the puppet technique and set up a poison plan, splitting up the sect's influence and destroying the sect's great formation. In the end, the Four Major Sects attacked together and slaughtered this sect's entire sect without exception!"    

    

"The sect heads and upper echelons of this sect are unwilling to hand over the method of refining a puppet. The sect heads and upper echelons of the four great sects are all hacked to pieces!"    

    

The last sentence of Yi Jinglin's was almost a growl, an unsuppressible hatred.    

    

Mo Feng frowned when he heard it, there was actually such a history, but why didn't this puppet technique leave anything behind?    

    

"By that time, that sect's disciple had been completely slaughtered, and the traitors had been executed, leaving behind only a little bit of refining knowledge. The Four Major Sects were useless keeping them alive, and sent people to slaughter everyone who was related to that sect, sealing off the news."    

    

"After sealing off the news, the Four Major Sects of the Jade Flame Gate became even more crazier. As long as there are puppets, they must hand them over.    

    

Yi Jinglin seemed to have seen through the confusion in Mo Feng's heart, and explained.    

    

listened and nodded slightly. Refining a puppet was even more difficult than refining a pill. Moreover, at that time, the four major sects of Jade Flame Gate would be afraid of the power of the puppets and would be worried about the rise of yet another puppet power.    

    

"Then who are you in that sect?" Mo Feng asked. Yi Jinglin's face darkened, and after a while, he said:    

    

"I am just a descendant of a descendant from a branch of that sect."    

    

"A descendant of a side branch of the Puppet Faction?" According to logic, Gong Family was also a descendant of one of the puppet powers, but at least she still had a secret realm, and other than knowing a bit of history, Yi Jinglin did not have anything else. So, who was the puppet genius who suddenly rose to prominence in his previous life?    

    

"Could it be this Yi Jinglin?" Mo Feng guessed that even if the Gong Family obtained the Puppet in his previous life, he was certain that their little bit of inheritance and talent would never be able to leave the realm of Xing Chu Empire due to the puppet's rise in power. Only Yi Jinglin could achieve that with his persistence and talent.    

    

As for how Yi Jinglin had reached that stage, and what was related to the Gong Family, Mo Feng was not interested in investigating. He returned to his senses, looked at Yi Jinglin, and asked:    

    

"Since that sect was destroyed by the Jade Flame Gate, why did you still join the Jade Flame Gate?"    

    

A look of hatred appeared on Yi Jinglin's face once again, and he gritted his teeth as he said:    

    

"For revenge!"    

    

Mo Feng squinted his eyes. In order to take revenge, what happened six hundred years ago had already been passed down from generation to generation, and now, Yi Jinglin's current generation should not be related to that generation anymore. It could even be said that he was an ant trying to shake a tree and overestimating himself.    

    

However, Mo Feng did not mock him. After six hundred years of hatred, some grudges, he would never forget; with just his strength, he really could not shake the entire Jade Flame Gate?