Record of a Demon’s Cultivation

 

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Song Wen was flying slowly behind the other outer sect cultivators. As a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator, his flying technique wasn't very fast.

 

At this moment, they had flown six or seven miles, while the servant disciples behind them had all descended to the foot of the mountain and were running frantically in the direction of the Corpse Demon Sect.

 

As they left the city, Song Wen released his Black Armored Gu and suddenly noticed that many of the servant disciples behind them were falling one after another.

 

TL Note: Black Armored Gu is not to be confused with the Black-Bellied Armored Gu. Black Armored Gu was previously simply translated as Black Gu, mutated and advanced form of Black-Bellied Gu.

 

When Song Wen broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage, his spiritual sense also surged, comparable to a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator.

 

At this moment, his spiritual sense could cover a range of two miles, and with the help of the Black Armored Gu, it could extend up to about eight miles.

 

The ones killing the servant disciples were none other than the dozens of inner sect disciples who were previously inscribing the formation patterns in the fortress.

 

All the servant disciples were being killed by the excessive invasion of corpse poison into their hearts and lungs, preserving the maximum amount of their blood essence.

 

Each time an inner sect disciple killed someone, they would cast a soul-binding spell to trap the victim's soul in their body, then place the corpse in a coffin.

 

Watching the slaughter of fellow disciples behind him, Song Wen became increasingly confused about what the higher-ups of the Corpse Demon Sect were trying to do.

 

However, he now understood why Wu Ren had stopped Dan Ying from killing the fleeing disciples earlier.

 

The disciples killed by Dan Ying had their souls dispersed and their bodies blown to pieces, rendering them almost entirely useless to the Corpse Demon Sect.

 

Fortunately, outer sect disciples like Song Wen still held some value in the eyes of the Corpse Demon Sect higher-ups, sparing them from slaughter.

 

This allowed Song Wen to temporarily hide among the outer sect disciples, but he knew that he could not stay in the Corpse Demon Sect and had to find a way to leave as soon as possible.

 

...

 

Flying at the front, Dan Ying suddenly saw a streak of silver light cutting through the sky, aiming straight for her face.

 

Dan Ying's reaction was incredibly fast.

 

Massive amounts of black corpse poison surged out from her body like a flood.

 

In an instant, she was enveloped by the black poisonous energy, which gradually condensed into a black shell around her.

 

At the same time, a two-inch-long vajra pestle appeared in front of her.

 

The vajra pestle was blood-red and brimming with poison, shooting towards the silver light ahead.

 

"Ding!"

 

The vajra pestle struck the silver light, significantly reducing the speed of both.

 

The silver light was actually a three-foot-long sword, its blade shimmering with sword light and emitting a sharp aura.

 

In just a few breaths, the flying sword and the vajra pestle clashed dozens of times, neither gaining the upper hand, evenly matched.

 

“Who dares hide in the shadows? Show yourself!”

 

Seeing that the assailant's strength was not particularly strong, Dan Ying felt reassured and shouted sharply.

 

To her surprise, three figures slowly rose from the dense forest a few hundred meters ahead.

 

One of them was continuously forming sword seals with both hands, engaging Dan Ying in battle. The other two remained still.

 

Seeing the three, a trace of panic flashed in Dan Ying’s eyes, but she quickly calmed down and shouted angrily.

 

“So, it’s the cowards from the Profound Heaven Sword Sect. Take this!”

 

As she spoke, Dan Ying's aura surged, thick black poison swirling around her, making her look like a demon from hell, ready for a life-and-death battle with the three from the Profound Heaven Sword Sect.

 

“Go!”

 

Dan Ying shouted softly.

 

The vajra pestle's power increased dramatically, its speed suddenly surging, dodging the entangling flying sword and shooting towards the three figures.

 

One of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect members snorted coldly, “Trivial tricks!”

 

He chanted incantations, waved his left hand, and a golden barrier appeared in front of the vajra pestle.

 

“Boom!”

 

The poison-covered vajra pestle hit the golden barrier, erupting in blinding light.

 

The golden barrier wavered violently but did not shatter.

 

The three from the Profound Heaven Sword Sect were about to employ their techniques to capture Dan Ying.

 

Suddenly, Dan Ying turned and fled towards the fortress, where Wu Ren, a Golden Core cultivator, was stationed. Handling these three Foundation Establishment cultivators would be a piece of cake for him.

 

Dan Ying’s sudden and unexpected retreat left the three stunned, but they quickly realized they had been tricked and were furious.

 

“You can't escape!”

 

Two of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect cultivators chased after Dan Ying.

 

The third cultivator from the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, the weakest of the three, was only at the early Foundation Establishment stage. He had a hooked nose and a sinister look between his brows.

 

Like a tiger among sheep, he controlled his flying sword to kill the numerous outer sect disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect.

 

Unfortunately, the flying sword was heading straight for where Song Wen was.

 

“Be careful, Senior Brother Ji Yin!” Chen Yi exclaimed.

 

Li Yuan and Wang Dang, on the other hand, turned and fled into the dense forest below.

 

A flash of blood light appeared on Song Wen's body, and his speed suddenly increased, allowing him to barely dodge the incoming flying sword. He then moved to Chen Yi’s side, grabbed her hand, and threw her forcefully toward the west.

 

At the same time, Song Wen transmitted a message.

 

“Go west! Do not return to the sect.”

 

The Corpse Demon Sect was to the south.

 

Since there were righteous cultivators ambushing here, the path back to the sect was no longer safe. It would be better to take this opportunity to escape from the Corpse Demon Sect.

 

With the help of the Black Armored Gu, Song Wen knew that there were no cultivators within a few miles to the west, making it a relatively safe area.

 

Chen Yi felt a great force acting on her body, and then she was thrown nearly two miles away without any resistance, essentially escaping the hooked nose's attack range. She looked back at Song Wen in shock.

 

The strength Song Wen had just displayed was definitely not something a sixth-layer Qi Refining cultivator could possess.

 

Chen Yi didn’t dare linger and turned to dive into the forest below, sticking a Haste talisman on herself and running west.

 

The hooked nose’s flying sword missed Song Wen but killed several outer sect disciples behind him.

 

“Huh?” The hooked nose was surprised that Song Wen had managed to dodge his flying sword.

 

A mere sixth-layer Qi Refining demonic cultivator had evaded his flying sword. The hooked nose felt that his Foundation Establishment cultivator's dignity had been insulted.

 

With a thought, he chased after Song Wen.

 

The flying sword circled around him, continuously harvesting the lives of outer sect disciples. These mid-stage Qi Refining disciples couldn’t withstand a single strike, falling like cut grass, their heads rolling.

 

Naturally, Song Wen wouldn’t stay there waiting to be killed by the hooked nose. After throwing Chen Yi, he flew towards the east.

 

The hooked nose had clearly targeted him. Keeping Chen Yi by his side would only be a burden, so he had sent her away.

 

Helping her escape repaid the friendship they had shared and her assistance with information about the Yan family and the Hollow Cicada Wood, which had helped him through two crises. Rescuing Chen Yi was a way to return the favor.

 

Moments later.

 

In the sky, apart from the hooked nose, there was no one else.

 

Most of the outer sect disciples had died under his sword, while a few had escaped into the dense forest, their whereabouts unknown.

 

The hooked nose watched the increasingly distant blood-colored figure in the forest with astonishment.

 

Such speed!

 

Faster than his own sword-flying speed as an early Foundation Establishment cultivator. Was this a speed a Qi Refining cultivator could possess?

 

This person had hidden their cultivation level!

 

After careful consideration, the hooked nose decided not to pursue Song Wen.

 

“This person has hidden their cultivation in a demonic sect for years. He must be meticulous and deeply scheming. It’s better not to provoke him alone.”

 

The hooked nose turned his gaze towards the fortress, where his sect members had gone. He planned to join them.

 

Just then, he saw a stream of light rushing towards him.

 

The stream of light was so fast that his eyes could barely follow it.

 

The stream of light crashed directly into him.

 

His mind flashed with a final thought.

 

A Golden Core cultivator!

 

“Boom!”

 

The hooked nose exploded into a cloud of blood mist, like a blood-colored firework blooming in the night sky, brilliant and dazzling but short-lived, like a fleeting blossom.

 

(End of the Chapter)

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