Record of a Demon’s Cultivation

 

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Elder Wu asked Song Wen, “Where did you practice your cultivation?”

 

Song Wen replied, “Senior, before I was captured, I practiced in the Tianxing Market.”

 

Elder Wu frowned slightly, “Tianxing Market? I have never heard of this place.”

 

The name Tianxing Market was found by Song Wen in the storage bag of the Ji Yin after killing him. It was written on a yellowed manuscript and was the closest casual cultivator market to the Qianguo Kingdom.

 

TL Note: Qianguo Kingdom: Mentioned in the first chapter.

 

Before Song Wen could speak, a Qi Refining cultivator beside him took the initiative to explain.

 

“It’s a small market not far from the Qianguo Kingdom. Due to the sparse spiritual energy, there are no sects established there, only some low-level casual cultivators active in the area.”

 

Elder Wu nodded and said, “Our journey will take us back to the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, which is about a hundred thousand miles from the Qianguo Kingdom. You can travel with us until we are out of the righteous sect’s territory, which will provide you some safety. After that, you can return to the Tianxing Market.”

 

Song Wen was deeply grateful and said, “Thank you, senior.”

 

Song Wen found a corner on the deck to sit and began to adjust his breathing, pretending to heal his injuries.

 

The speed of the flying ship was not fast; it covered a distance of about five thousand miles in one day.

 

Song Wen noticed that the route taken by the ship seemed to be a specific path.

 

During the journey, they encountered no fewer than ten groups of people.

 

There were flying boats, cultivators flying on swords in groups, and even solitary Golden Core experts.

 

Seeing these righteous cultivators flying across the demonic territory without fear, Song Wen grew increasingly pessimistic about the situation of the Corpse Demon Sect.

 

In the middle of the night.

 

Suddenly, a message came from the hidden black-armored insect near the ship.

 

It reported that Chen Yi’s whereabouts were discovered in a cave ten miles from the ship.

 

Chen Yi was fleeing west, and the southwestern direction of the Tianyuan Continent happened to be the southwest of the Tuo Cang Mountain Range. It was a great coincidence that they encountered each other again.

 

At this moment, Chen Yi was in a terrible state, injured and lying on the ground, her face and clothes covered in blood.

 

Around her were four people: three men and one woman.

 

One of the men was Zhang Xiaofan, who had a deep entanglement with her.

 

The only woman among them was quite beautiful, with prominent cheekbones and thin lips, giving an impression of arrogance and bitterness.

 

The other two men were Qi Refining stage cultivators.

 

These four people had some kind of concealment treasure that masked their demonic aura, making them look like righteous cultivators.

 

Seeing Chen Yi on the ground, barely alive, the woman’s face was full of mockery.

 

“You, a lowly woman born in the mortal world, dare to compete with me for a man, and even secretly formed a blood bond. You truly don’t know when to quit.”

 

As she spoke, she slapped Chen Yi’s face, causing it to swell and distort immediately.

 

She was Lu Chan, the daughter of the Golden Core ancestor Lu Cang of the Corpse Demon Sect, and Zhang Xiaofan’s partner.

 

“Do you think your pretty face is worth much?”

 

Lu Chan raised her right hand, showing her sharp, blackened nails like those of a century-old corpse, and began to scratch Chen Yi’s forehead, slowly peeling it away.

 

Amid Chen Yi’s painful cries, five gaping blood wounds appeared on her face.

 

Her eyeballs were also gouged out by Lu Chan, leaving only two bloody, empty eye sockets.

 

After being tortured mercilessly, Chen Yi’s consciousness became increasingly blurred. Near the brink of death, she made weak, indistinct sounds.

 

“Want to die? It’s not that easy.”

 

Lu Chan took out two pills, pried open Chen Yi’s jaw, and forced the pills into her mouth. She also injected a stream of spiritual energy into Chen Yi’s body to help refine the pills for better absorption.

 

The pills had an immediate effect, and Chen Yi, who was on the verge of death, revived as if returning to life.

 

Chen Yi’s voice was filled with intense hatred as she said, “Kill me, kill me, kill me…”

 

“Just killing you would be too easy. We have methods in the Corpse Demon Sect for refining the soul and body. I want to test them all on you.”

 

Lu Chan’s face was twisted with madness and pride.

 

“You like men, don’t you? I’ll turn you into a living corpse and throw you into the Hell Hall, where tortured prisoners will torment you day and night…”

 

“I want you to live in endless torment forever, suffering unimaginable abuse, never to be reborn.”

 

Facing Lu Chan’s frenzied and perverted methods of torture, Chen Yi seemed to foresee her tragic future.

 

She pleaded, “Zhang Xiaofan, please, kill me, give me a quick death.”

 

“Slap!”

 

A harsh slap struck Chen Yi’s face.

 

Lu Chan pulled her hair roughly, tearing off large chunks of scalp along with it, exposing her skeletal skull.

 

“Trash is trash. Now you want to tempt my partner.”

 

Tortured beyond recognition, Chen Yi had lost the strength to cry out in pain and lay helplessly on the ground, only hoping for death to come quickly.

 

(End of the Chapter)

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