Record of a Demon’s Cultivation

Translator: Cinder Translations

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As the sun set in the west, the remaining sunlight looked like blood.

 

Song Wen was walking through the streets with a somewhat despondent mood.

 

As he walked, suddenly two young women, dressed provocatively, stopped him in his tracks.

 

"Hey Little brother, come inside and have some fun."

 

The two women each took one of Song Wen's arms, their flirtatious chests rubbing against his arms.

 

This made Song Wen feel aroused. Looking up, he saw a three-story building ahead. On the balcony were more than a dozen lightly dressed young women, flirting with passersby, attracting curious glances from onlookers.

 

Song Wen realized he had unconsciously wandered into a brothel.

 

He felt a sudden urge, thinking he needed to vent his pent-up emotions. The brothel seemed like a suitable place.

 

Just as he was about to follow the two women inside to experience the ancient brothel atmosphere, he felt a sharp pain in his waist.

 

He woke up abruptly, realizing he was extremely weak. Even if he entered the brothel, he would likely be powerless. He could only sigh in frustration.

 

Song Wen exerted himself, breaking free from the women's grip, hurriedly explaining,

 

"Next time, next time."

 

Watching Song Wen fleeing, one of the women coldly snorted.

 

"Hmph, good-looking but useless. He's so weak at such a young age, it's a waste of a handsome appearance."

 

Leaving the brothel, Song Wen noticed the setting sun. He realized it was time to return.

 

Since the city's medical center couldn't cure his poisoning, his only hope lay with the Tian Sha Gang.

 

He worried that after dark, Yancheng's criminal elements would emerge, and wandering the city might be dangerous.

 

Currently in the northern part of Yancheng and the Tian Sha Gang in the south, returning meant crossing the entire city.

 

Since successfully cultivating his inner energy, Song Wen's mental faculties had greatly improved. He quickly calculated the layout of Yancheng and today's route in his mind, identifying the shortest path back.

 

By the time it got dark, Song Wen had passed through numerous alleys to return near the Tian Sha Gang's base. Once he navigated the current alley and ascended the next slope, he would soon reach the Tian Sha Gang.

 

The alley was deserted, with foul-smelling gutters along its sides.

 

Halfway through, Song Wen suddenly saw two figures ahead—one tall and one short.

 

"Probably a father and son," he thought.

 

The light was poor, and he couldn't make out their faces clearly. Without much thought, Song Wen continued forward.

 

Since taking the blood-rejuvenating pill, his cultivation had advanced to the later stage of the first realm. Though he had never practiced any martial arts, relying solely on his spiritual power, ordinary people were no match for him.

 

As they approached within 10 meters, Song Wen gradually distinguished the rough appearances of the two people—a muscular man and a child around ten years old.

 

The man's muscles were extremely developed, stretching his robe tightly.

 

"Could he be the martial artist known for external cultivation?" Having been in this world for over two months, Song Wen had gained a preliminary understanding of its martial prowess.

 

He had seen experts from the Tian Sha Gang effortlessly lift hundreds of kilograms of boulders and smash them with a single punch.

 

The small child, however, made Song Wen cautious.

 

He recognized the child as the beggar boy who had fought with him over a bun and whom he had injured with a kick.

 

Now, the beggar boy also recognized Song Wen. He suddenly grabbed the muscular middle-aged man and said with hatred in his voice,

 

"Big Brother Biao, this is the guy who injured me last time, leaving me bedridden for over a month."

 

Big Brother Biao instantly flew into a rage. He had control over twelve beggars, who provided him with their daily earnings.

 

And this boy beggar by his side was his most adept beggar, also his assistant in managing the other little beggars, and precisely because of this, the boy could maintain his healthy limbs.

 

To arouse sympathy from others and beg for more copper coins, the other little beggars were all made disabled by Big Brother Biao.

 

During the time the boy rested, Big Brother Biao's income sharply declined, leading to him not having enough money recently to buy Six-Ingredient Rehmannia Pill pills.

 

Note: It is used to treat yin deficiency, It can lead to various problems such as erectile dysfuction.

 

He had hooked up with his own sister-in-law, and not meeting her for a long time, made her suspicious that he had a new mistress outside, causing her to ignore him.

 

In recent days, Big Brother Biao even found out that his sister-in-law was often exchanging flirtatious glances with the neighbor, Lao Wang.

 

Big Brother Biao felt that both he and his elder brother were being cuckolded. If he hooked up with his sister-in-law, that was the family's private affair; if the meat was rotten, it was their own pot to eat from.

 

After all, his elder brother was often away from home, so it was only natural for him to take care of his sister-in-law.

 

Even if his sister-in-law became pregnant with his child, that would still be their own seed.

 

But if his sister-in-law committed adultery with Lao Wang, it would be like their own crops being eaten by someone else's pig. If his sister-in-law became pregnant with Lao Wang's child, his elder brother would truly become a great wronged man raising someone else's child.

 

Enough is enough.

 

All of this stemmed from the boy before him.

 

Big Brother Biao's anger surged instantly. With a cold, stern gaze, he looked at Song Wen.

 

"Kid, you dare to touch someone under my protection. It seems you're tired of living."

 

Before he finished speaking, Big Brother Biao tightened his fist the size of a cooking pot and smashed it down.

 

Facing Big Brother Biao's sudden attack, Song Wen was initially startled, but he quickly realized that while Big Brother Biao appeared formidable, he actually lacked any real threat. His punches were unstructured, relying solely on brute strength.

 

However, Big Brother Biao's immense physical strength was terrifying. If that punch landed solidly, Song Wen would undoubtedly suffer a serious injury or worse.

 

Song Wen ducked his body agilely, evading Big Brother Biao's fist.

 

At the same time, he reached into his boot with his right hand, retrieving the dagger he had obtained from the medicine garden.

 

With a push off his toes, Song Wen leaped forward two steps, crashing directly into Big Brother Biao's embrace.

 

With a smooth motion, he thrust the dagger forward, piercing Big Brother Biao's chest with precision.

 

Song Wen's entire sequence of actions was fluid and decisive, without a hint of hesitation. By the time the dagger pierced his heart, Big Brother Biao hadn't even reacted.

 

Hot blood flowed along the dagger, carrying away Big Brother Biao's strength and courage.

 

Big Brother Biao widened his eyes in disbelief. In the dim light, he couldn't even see how Song Wen had moved.

 

"You..."

 

Big Brother Biao tried to say something, but found himself unable to utter a single word.

 

In stark contrast to Big Brother Biao's fear of impending death, Song Wen's eyes gleamed with a fervor akin to a psychopath's satisfaction when committing murder—distorted inner satisfaction.

 

Of course, Song Wen wasn't a psychopath.

 

The moment he stabbed the dagger into Big Brother Biao's body, he felt a surge of heat flowing into his own body through the dagger.

 

Having taken the blood-rejuvenating pill, his depleted energy and blood were quickly replenished. His previously weak body instantly became full of vigor.

 

Every cell in Song Wen's body seemed to cheer in jubilance. Even his mind was unusually excited.

 

This feeling was exquisite, intoxicatingly pleasurable, and made him forget everything.

 

In contrast, Big Brother Biao's strong body rapidly shriveled and dried up.

 

Within a few breaths, the 60-70% of water content in the human body quickly evaporated.

 

In an instant, Big Brother Biao's flesh became a dry corpse.

 

His robe hung loosely on his shrunken body, barely fitting on his corpse.

 

(End of the Chapter)

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