Chapter 290: Hundreds of Demon Generals, Three Refinements

The three words struck Feng Zhenghao like thunder, and his heart felt as if it had been electrocuted.

As far as he knew, there was only one disciple with the surname Zhuge in the entire Sanyi Sect, and his seniority was higher than that of the Ten Lords Lu Jin. He joined the sect earlier and was a rare master who was able to practice both reverse rebirth and strange arts.

Feng Zhenghao was very surprised when he saw the energetic middle-aged man in front of him. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that an old man over a hundred years old would look so young and have such profound cultivation.

"I am honored to be received by you, senior." He bowed quickly with a respectful look.

"No thanks, Mr. Feng."

Zhuge Yu said indifferently. He noticed the woman curled up under Feng Xingtong's shoulder, shivering like a sieve, and couldn't help asking:

"You came because of her?"

"Yes, this is my daughter Feng Shayan. To be honest, when she went to participate in the Luotian Conference some time ago, she was injured by a master sorcerer, and her body Qi was greatly changed. As a father, I feel guilty and have no other choice. I beg the seniors of your family to lend a hand. The Feng family is willing to repay you with all our strength."

Then, Feng Zhenghao recounted in detail his experiences with the medical treatment over the past few weeks for Zhuge Yu's reference.

"Mr. Feng, if I remember correctly, your Feng family and my sect are not on the same path. I have seen this girl and I roughly know what the problem is. However, there are some things that require the opinions of the elders. I cannot make decisions on my own."

Zhuge Yu's sight fell on Feng Shayan. Through the surface, he saw the tattered human Qi system. The Qi luck was severely reduced, the physiological functions of the human body were degenerated, and the soul was panicked and could not find peace. Feng Shayan had been tortured for almost a month. If it was delayed any further, even if she was cured, she would still drool and belong to the category of dementia.

Feng Zhenghao could sense the coldness and alienation in the words. He also knew the past events of Jiashen, so his expression darkened and he said in a guilty voice:
"Grandfather did something wrong back then, senior, please forgive me."

Zhuge Yu didn't like him and responded perfunctorily: "Mr. Feng, you are here to discuss business. There is no need to get involved in the past. Please be patient and wait."

"Well, you're right."

Feng Zhenghao echoed and said, "I'll wait here."

After a while, two slender and cold figures walked in from outside the hall, one man and one woman. The young man was dressed in black and had white hair and a handsome face, while the woman was cold and noble, as if she was naturally incompatible with everything around her.

This was the first meeting between Feng's father and son and Jiang Mo.

An indescribable feeling unconsciously emerged in their hearts, as if they had witnessed a holy revelation and saw the towering mountains and vast oceans. The legend that stood at the top of the world's extraordinary people was right before their eyes. They felt like sitting on pins and needles and felt unprecedented tension.

"Uncle Master." Zhuge Yu stood up to greet him.

"Ah."

Jiang Mo sat down, glanced at Feng Zhenghao, who was dressed in a suit and polite, and asked the purpose of his visit: "What's the matter?"

"I apologize for my intrusive visit. I have come here for two reasons. First, I beg you and the seniors in the sect to think of a way to save my daughter's life. Second, I wonder if the seniors are willing to share some of the incomplete chapters of the Feng family's practice of restraining spirits and sending generals."

Feng Zhenghao did not hide anything and stated his intention openly, saving time for both of them.

Since it was a deal, Jiang Mo couldn't help but look at the other party's bargaining chips and asked, "What do you have?"

"Practice requires Dharma, wealth, companions, and land. At the Dharma level, I cannot bring you Dharma that will interest you, and no one in the world can be your 'companion'. As for your clan's ancestral site, it is a blessed place for practice. What I can offer is only some worldly wealth and a few of the most precious spirits I raise."

"Wealth? Sure."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Mo did not object. Since he had obtained a batch of gold from the wealthy Su Huo in Quanxing in the last century, it was enough to cover the sect's expenses for a full seventy years. Although there was a surplus, it had almost been used up now. This deal was indeed feasible.

"What do you think about the matter of capturing spirits and sending generals?" Feng Zhenghao asked tentatively.

"Didn't your grandfather pass it on to you in its entirety? Or did you lose it along the way?"

Jiang Mo did not agree to teach the Dharma.

"What has been passed down has always been incomplete. The imprisoned or created elves are not as powerful as imagined, and their advancement speed is relatively slow."

Feng Zhenghao raised his left hand and performed a martial art. Three thick black mists rushed out from behind him like a tornado and floated in the air.

They are armed with strong weapons and have ancient armor on their sturdy bodies. Although they have human form, they do not have human features. They have red faces and copper teeth, and their appearances are as ferocious as evil spirits and demons.

"You really can't get the hang of it."

Jiang Mo stared at the several evil spirits and spoke in a calm tone. Even though they were rare demon generals in the eyes of ordinary people, to him they were just a few ordinary evil spirits.

"I am ashamed of myself, and I beg for your guidance."

Feng Zhenghao asked with a wry smile. The Yin Spirit he displayed was the strongest soul he could control. It took him decades to refine it. However, judging from Jiang Mo's reaction, it seemed not up to par.

"I can't say I gave you any guidance. I haven't practiced the art of summoning spirits and sending generals, but I have copied all of its scriptures by hand."

"The three ghosts you presented correspond to Zhang Liao, Xiahou Yuan, and Yu Jin, who are ranked last in the Record of One Hundred Generals?"

"It's just that its shape is too simple and crude, not even at the intermediate level. I took a look at it just now and almost didn't recognize it."

"Yes! Senior, you know everything, right?"

Feng Zhenghao had some expectations. Judging from the current conversation, this senior was not as deliberately making things difficult as he had initially feared.

The 'Record of One Hundred Generals' that the two were talking about was the core chapter of Capturing Spirits and Sending Generals. As long as one had the detailed refining process, theoretically, practitioners could collect a large number of wild spirits, decompose them, melt them, and thus refine a demon general.

The means it possesses are close to those of the original human beings. As long as enough Yin spirits are fed to these "demon generals", a qualitative transformation will occur, from the lower level and the middle level, all the way up to the top, comparable to the Grandmaster, the Grandmaster, and the Supreme Grandmaster. The end of this cultivation path is to control hundreds of generals and command all spirits. The potential is extremely high, but the resources consumed are too huge, and ordinary practitioners may not be able to collect them all in their lifetime.

"If you can refine one of the demon generals Hua Tuo and Bian Que, you don't have to ask me for help today."

Jiang Mo looked at Feng Zhenghao, his eyes seemed to penetrate his nervous heart, and said:
"I can sense your uneasiness spreading. Tell me, why did you come to see me?"

With a plop, Feng Zhenghao knelt down. He suppressed his trembling, knowing that he could not hide it anymore, so he had to tell the whole story in detail.

Hearing Duanmu Ying's plan before his death, Jiang Mo seemed to be thinking about something.

It was these few seconds of silence that once again made Feng Zhenghao panic: "Senior, I know my crime, I know my crime. If you want to punish me, I will admit it, but can you please save Sha Yan!?"

After saying this, he was about to bend down and kowtow.

"It's your business if you kill someone. I have no relationship with you, and I have never met that young man before. Why should I punish you?"

Jiang Mo didn't want to care about the feud between the Feng family and the Zhang family, and continued:
"You keep kneeling down. If you show your weakness like this, we won't be able to discuss business. You might as well get down the mountain now."

"I am afraid, please forgive me, please forgive me."

Feng Zhenghao stood up tremblingly. He was now in a dilemma. All the assets of the Tianxiahui were in the country and he could not take them with him. Even if he went abroad, it was too late.

What worries him most is that once he goes in, the entire Tianxia Group that he has worked so hard to build will fall apart overnight. None of the four children are capable of shouldering the burden. The company will either be broken up and sold by major shareholders, or taken advantage of by the Wang family or other forces, and will not be able to withstand the storm.

"The chapter on the training of the Soul-Binding and General-Sending Technique you requested is not negotiable. What is negotiable is your daughter's life. Name your price, President Feng. You have three chances to make an offer. If it meets my expectations, the deal will be done."

Jiang Mo made the final decision.

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Feng Zhenghao had a complicated expression. He opened his mouth to speak, but did not dare to for a long time and just stood there in a daze.

"Zhuge, what is the price of gold today?" Jiang Mo called out softly.

"Uncle Master, please wait a moment, I will check."

Zhuge Yu quickly took out his cell phone and used his finger as a pen to write a search. Soon, he looked up and said, "256 per gram."

Hearing this, Jiang Mo picked up the pen and paper on the table. Based on the Republic of China standard of 31.25 grams per ounce, and taking into account the factor of inflation, he wrote down the price of 24 ounces of gold, totaling billion. He handed it to Yousha and asked her to use the exchange rate as a witness based on Feng Zhenghao's offer.

"President Feng, I am not interested in raising the price. The price has been written down. It is what it is and it will not be changed."

"You have time to think about it. Please think twice."

"it is good"

Feng Zhenghao's palms were sweating. He breathed slowly and after a few minutes, he gave the first round of prices: "5 million?"

Yousha said nothing, just shook her head in denial.

The first chance failed, and Feng Zhenghao was under increasing pressure and was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Even though the market value of Tianxia Group was 3000 billion, the cash flow that could be provided while maintaining the normal operation of the company's capital chain was not much.

"Daddy"

Feng Xingtong's voice sounded a little panicked. With only two chances left, he would rather lose everything to save his sister. After all, he could build up his family business later, but if he lost his sister, he would lose everything.

Every second passed so torturously and long, Feng Zhenghao let out a sigh of relief and said decisively: "15 billion."

As expected, he was greeted with Yousha's denial. The piece of white paper held between her fingers determined Feng Shayan's fate.

There was only one last chance left. Feng Zhenghao was exhausted and hesitated for a long time. He thought of the company, his family, and himself. In a short moment, he was at a loss. He had worked hard for twenty or thirty years, but in the end, everything was in vain. No one could recover from it all at once.

It felt like a heavy hammer had fallen on his chest, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. However, this powerful business tycoon did not stop moving. He sighed:

"28."

In order to ensure the future lives of other children and the original capital for the Feng family's comeback, this is the maximum amount of funds Feng Zhenghao can come up with at the moment.

"Well, good business."

Jiang Mo tilted his head and ordered, "Zhuge, take a look at President Feng's daughter."

"Yes, uncle."

Zhuge Yu took Feng Xingtong and Feng Shayan away to the healing ward.

Then, Yousha handed the white paper to Feng Zhenghao, on which was written the converted number: 24 billion.

He took a look, somewhat absent-minded.

The smile on his lips was not sure whether it was bitter or relieved. He bowed again and said:
"Senior, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. I will remember it in my heart."

(End of this chapter)