Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 182: Deep Feelings



Translator: Cinder Translations

Song Wen cursed inwardly, feeling unlucky. He had only intended to take the opportunity to acquire some silver horn grass and Beast Refining Pills but did not expect to end up in a life- and-death struggle with a Foundation Establishment elder from the Beastmaster Sect so close to the marketplace.

However, since the opponent had already made a move, he couldn't just sit and wait for death.

A ball of water the size of a fist suddenly appeared in front of Song Wen. It was the Kui Yin Heavy Water he had obtained from Li Jiangu.

In an instant, the Kui Yin Heavy Water transformed into a transparent water shield, blocking the frog's tongue attack.

The frog's tongue collided with the water shield with a tremendous impact, sending Song Wen and the shield flying.

"Demon cultivator!"

Heng Cheng's eyes narrowed. As Song Wen activated the water shield, Heng Cheng keenly detected a demonic aura emanating from him.

Confirming that Song Wen was indeed a demon cultivator, Heng Cheng became even angrier. It was infuriating that a demon cultivator, suppressed by the righteous powers and hiding in dark corners, would dare to appear so close to the Beastmaster Sect and even attack the child of a respected elder. It was essentially seeking death.

With a thought, a flying sword appeared in front of Heng Cheng.

He quickly performed several sword seals, causing the flying sword to shine with a cold light, ready to strike at Song Wen.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

At that moment, a sharp sound of something breaking through the air came from the left.

Heng Cheng hurriedly adjusted the flying sword to block the attack from the left, intercepting a cold gleam, which was the Cold Moon Blade.

Just after blocking the Cold Moon Blade, Heng Cheng sensed a small Gu quickly approaching from behind. The Gu surprisingly had the strength of a second-tier early-stage demon beast.

Heng Cheng summoned a yellow flag, which expanded in the wind to a size of about ten feet, protecting his back.

While he was distracted by defending against the Sacred Gu, he suddenly saw a flash of blood in front of him. The figure in black suddenly enveloped itself in blood mist, increasing its speed drastically to dodge the frog's tongue and quickly approached with a flying sword.

"Trying to fight at close quarters, seeking death!"

The frog below suddenly opened its poison sacs, spraying a large amount of yellow toxic gas, covering an area of a hundred meters around it. Song Wen, who was flying towards Heng Cheng, was also enveloped in the toxic cloud.

Although this frog spirit beast raised by Heng Cheng only had the strength of a second-tier early stage, its toxic smoke was enough to deter even mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Just a slight inhalation of the toxic smoke would cause unbearable pain as if the internal organs were being cut and chopped. For weaker cultivators, it could turn them into a puddle of yellow water, while stronger ones would suffer severe damage from the pain.

To Heng Cheng's surprise, Song Wen seemed unaffected by the toxic smoke, showing no signs of discomfort.

Song Wen had practiced the "Ten Thousand Poisons Body" and had ingested a large amount of highly toxic substances. The frog's toxic smoke could not harm him in a short time.

Song Wen closed in on Heng Cheng, his hands glowing with a cold light, like eagle claws, ready to strike.

Heng Cheng's flying sword cut through the night sky, aiming at Song Wen's claws.

Even though Song Wen had trained his "Ghostly Claws" to perfection, he did not dare to barehandedly block the flying sword of a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The water shield blocked the claws before they could make contact, stopping the flying sword.

At that moment, the Cold Moon Blade shot in from the right.

Heng Cheng had no effective countermeasures.

The ten-foot-long yellow flag was still entangled with the Foundation Establishment Gu behind him.

The frog's extended tongue had several feet of distance left but could not intercept the Cold Moon Blade, which was already heading towards his right side.

"Pff!"

The Cold Moon Blade pierced through Heng Cheng's right side and exited through the left, leaving a fist-sized blood hole across his waist.

It also shredded most of Heng Cheng's intestines and stomach, and the blade's sharp energy severed several of his vital meridians.

Heng Cheng's breath immediately became weak, and his body fell from mid-air.

The frog spirit beast, showing its loyalty, wrapped its tongue around the severely injured Heng Cheng, preventing further injury from the fall.

Just as Song Wen was about to finish off Heng Cheng, a graceful figure flew in from the sky,

shouting loudly.

"Friend, please show mercy."

The newcomer was a woman in her thirties, exuding a mature demeanor. She was Rong Jingyun, Heng Cheng's original wife, an elder in the Beastmaster Sect's alchemy room, and a late Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Several months earlier, Rong Jingyun had discovered that Heng Cheng was keeping a concubine. She had initially chosen not to expose him, thinking that it was just a fleeting affair and that Heng Cheng would eventually return to her.

However, as time went on, Heng Cheng continued to visit the brothel regularly, staying away

for two or three days at a time. Feeling betrayed, Rong Jingyun decided to catch him in the act. She pretended to be busy with alchemy to create opportunities for Heng Cheng to meet his concubine, while secretly tracking his movements.

When Rong Jingyun arrived, she saw the attack on Heng Cheng and immediately intervened. Her arrival made Song Wen cautious and wary.

Rong Jingyun explained loudly, "Heng Cheng is my husband. I only wish to save him and do not want to be your enemy."

She continued, "However, if you insist on killing my husband, I will fight you to the end."

As she spoke, Rong Jingyun approached Heng Cheng, who was on the brink of death.

Song Wen's thoughts shifted, and he summoned a silver corpse puppet that had a faint silver

glow. The puppet's aura was contained to avoid drawing the attention of powerful Beastmaster Sect cultivators stationed nearby.

Seeing the silver corpse, Rong Jingyun grew even more anxious but remained composed. "Friend, do not act rashly. With your fake third-tier silver corpse, I am no match for you."

She then raised her right hand, holding a white jade slip. "This jade slip is a summons from

the Beastmaster Sect. It was awarded to me when I developed a new beast pill. If I activate it, all Beastmaster Sect disciples within a few hundred miles will receive an urgent summons and be compelled to assist. Failure to comply would result in being branded as a traitor."

Song Wen observed the white jade slip and could not immediately verify its authenticity. However, he had no desire for a deadly confrontation; his goal was only to obtain the silver horn grass and Beast Refining Pills.

He slowly retreated and said, "I had no intention of fighting your husband. It was he who

sought his own demise. I can let you save him and allow you both to leave, but I require the silver horn grass and Beast Refining Pills, along with some additional compensation. Also, you must swear not to reveal my presence."

Rong Jingyun immediately agreed, "I will comply with your terms, but may I first attend to

my husband? He is in critical condition."

At this point, Song Wen had already retreated to a distance of a hundred meters and nodded,

"You may."

Rong Jingyun, feeling grateful, did not fear an ambush and rushed to Heng Cheng. Heng

Cheng was severely injured, losing a lot of blood and with extensive internal damage, nearly

at the point of death.

Seeing his wife come to his aid despite the danger, Heng Cheng felt deep remorse.

Rong Jingyun landed in front of Heng Cheng, placing her left hand over the blood wound on

his waist, channeling spiritual power to seal the wound and prevent further blood loss.

She took out a golden pill and placed it in Heng Cheng's mouth, allowing it to dissolve with her spiritual energy. The pill seemed to be a miraculous medicine, and Heng Cheng's condition visibly improved as soon as he swallowed it.

In less than the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, the pill pulled Heng Cheng back

from the brink of death. Although still weak, his life was no longer in immediate danger.

TL: What a shitshow...

(End of the Chapter)

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