Record of a Demon’s Cultivation

 

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Wu Ren smashed through the hooked nose without slowing down and continued flying toward the Corpse Demon Sect.

 

“Wu Ren, you miserable rat, daring to kill our sect members, I will grind your bones to dust!”

 

A cold female voice called out from behind.

 

A stunningly beautiful female cultivator wielding a sword was chasing after him.

 

Her flowing dress and red outfit fluttered in the wind, her eyes gleaming with spirit. The red dress was like fire, the long sword like snow.

 

She stood alone, a figure and sword in the vast world.

 

“Snow Condensing Sword! Slash!”

 

A blinding sword light shot up to the sky, surging like a dragon!

 

The snowy white long sword cut through the night sky, flashing coldly.

 

Facing the world-shattering strike from the woman in red, Wu Ren didn’t even turn his head.

 

A large amount of pitch-black corpse fiendish energy surged out of him.

 

The corpse fiendish energy coiled like a black flood dragon in the night sky, making the darkness even more profound.

 

The fiendish energy rushed to the sky, meeting the Snow Condensing Sword.

 

The black dragon of fiendish energy was torn apart by the soaring sword light, and the sword’s power quickly diminished, unable to pursue Wu Ren any further.

 

Before Wu Ren could catch his breath!

 

Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, heavenly might gathering above, with small silver lightning bolts weaving through the clouds.

 

A tremendous silver snake, like a giant sword, pierced the night sky, heading straight for Wu Ren below!

 

Wu Ren’s face changed dramatically while fleeing, his eyes full of horror.

 

Yushu Heavenly Thunder!

 

Just as the silver snake was about to strike Wu Ren, his body suddenly exploded, turning into a mist of blood.

 

The silver snake pierced through the blood mist, striking the ground below.

 

“Boom!”

 

The ground shook, sand and rocks flew, and trees within a hundred meters turned to dust under the silver light.

 

An elderly man with white hair and a youthful face appeared next to the dissipating blood mist, gritting his teeth and muttering.

 

“Blood escape technique! Damn it! He managed to escape.”

 

The woman in red flew to the old man.

 

“Senior Brother Lei Jun, did Wu Ren escape?”

 

Lei Jun nodded, somewhat regretfully.

 

“He used the blood escape technique. With his mid-Golden Core thick blood essence, he must have escaped at least a hundred miles. Finding him now will be difficult.”

 

“However, he won’t be in good shape either. He didn’t completely avoid the Yushu Heavenly Thunder and should be severely injured.”

 

The woman in red surveyed the area. The dense forest under the dark night sky seemed mysterious and indistinct.

 

Finding someone hiding with intent within a hundred miles, even for a Golden Core cultivator, wouldn’t be easy.

 

After a moment, Lei Jun turned to look in the direction of the Corpse Demon Sect and said.

 

“Sister Yan Yuyan, I’m heading to the Corpse Demon Sect to assist our fellow sect members. Will you join me?”

 

The woman in red, named Yan Yuyan, shook her head.

 

“I’ll search for Wu Ren’s trail first. I can’t rest easy until this demon is killed.”

 

Lei Jun nodded.

 

“Be careful. Although Wu Ren is injured, demonic cultivators are cunning and tricky. Don’t let your guard down.”

 

...

 

After shaking off the hooked nose, Song Wen used the blood escape technique, fleeing eastward.

 

While fleeing, Song Wen suddenly saw a brilliant sword light rising behind him, followed by a world-shaking thunderbolt. Even from dozens of miles away, it made his heart tremble with fear.

 

“So, this is the power of a Golden Core cultivator?”

 

Upon advancing to the Golden Core stage, a cultivator's spiritual power transforms into magical power, increasing its might tenfold or more.

 

Swallowing a single Golden Core, one realizes their fate is no longer in the hands of heaven!

 

Golden Core cultivators can live for five hundred years!

 

As Song Wen fled frantically, he suddenly saw a blood mist appear ahead without warning, and a figure tumbled out of it.

 

This strange scene shook Song Wen, who had just been overwhelmed by the power of a Golden Core cultivator.

 

Without hesitation, he changed direction and darted to the left.

 

Song Wen had just run two miles when he felt a powerful spiritual sense sweep over him, and a voice echoed in his ears.

 

"Young one, come here!"

 

Song Wen froze, not daring to move. The oppressive force from the spiritual sense was terrifying, far beyond what he could resist.

 

But that person was clearly injured, and Song Wen dared not easily approach a powerful, wounded demonic cultivator. Who knew if he had a secret technique to heal by devouring blood?

 

Perhaps seeing through Song Wen's concerns, the voice continued.

 

"Young one, don't worry. I am Wu Ren, a Golden Core cultivator of the Corpse Demon Sect. I am seriously injured and need your help to return to the sect."

 

"Judging by the strong corpse aura and fiendish energy around you, and the fact that you used the first level of the 'Blood Escape Technique,' you must also be a disciple of the Corpse Demon Sect."

 

"However, I recognize most of the two dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Corpse Demon Sect, yet I have never seen you before."

 

Hearing this, Song Wen became even more afraid to move.

 

The person behind him was actually Wu Ren!

 

Back at the exit of the Withered Blood Secret Realm, Wu Ren had seen Song Wen's true face, and he hadn't disguised himself now.

 

Thinking of this, Song Wen felt like a frightened bird, anxious and uneasy.

 

The more he feared something, the more likely it seemed to happen.

 

Moments later, Wu Ren's voice rang out again.

 

"I recognize your face. A few months ago, you entered the Withered Blood Secret Realm. At that time, you were only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and now, in just a few months, you've already reached Foundation Establishment. You were hiding your true cultivation back then!"

 

Wu Ren's voice grew more excited and angry.

 

"Young one, was Wu Sui’s death related to you!?"

 

Song Wen suddenly felt a terrifying pressure descend on him, like Mount Tai pressing down.

 

At that moment, Song Wen felt as small as an ant.

 

Wu Ren's figure suddenly appeared in Song Wen's sight.

 

"Young one, prepare to die!"

 

Wu Ren struck Song Wen's head with a palm.

 

"Boom!"

 

Song Wen's body exploded into countless small pieces.

 

Wu Ren was about to capture his soul, but found no soul nearby.

 

Looking closely, he realized that the exploded body was not that of a living person, but a puppet made from a corpse.

 

"A substitute technique!"

 

Wu Ren's eyes shone with a fierce light, a mix of anger and greedy heat.

 

His spiritual sense swept around and found Song Wen seven or eight miles away.

 

...

 

After using the puppet to block Wu Ren's attack, Song Wen used the Black Armored Gu to extend his spiritual sense and relocate himself to the furthest possible distance.

 

As soon as he landed, he sensed Wu Ren's spiritual sweep again.

 

Fear and helplessness filled his heart!

 

Golden Core cultivators were truly too strong. Even though Wu Ren was heavily injured, he was still so powerful that Song Wen had no room to resist.

 

But Song Wen was unwilling to sit and wait for death. He desperately tried to calm himself, looking for a way to survive.

 

Thoughts raced through his mind!

 

One after another, ideas flashed through his brain.

 

Suddenly!

 

Song Wen remembered the earlier sky-piercing sword light and the descending thunderbolt.

 

He felt like he had grasped a lifeline.

 

Song Wen gathered his spiritual power, took a deep breath, and with all his spiritual power and strength, shouted to the sky.

 

"Wu Ren is here! Wu Ren is here! Wu Ren is here..."

 

After shouting five times, a corpse fiendish energy rolled in like a dragon.

 

Song Wen's body was once again smashed into pieces.

 

"Another substitute puppet?"

 

Wu Ren stared at the exploded corpse puppet, his eyes burning.

 

Suddenly, a figure flashed behind him.

 

Song Wen, holding a three-foot-long low-grade spiritual sword, stabbed towards his back.

 

(End of the Chapter)

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