Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 331: The Reappearance of the Demonic Path Corpse



Translator: Cinder Translations

Song Wen traveled several hundred miles without encountering a single cultivator; even the surrounding environment and the dark river showed little change, as if this dark river had no end.

Suddenly.

A man-sized cave entrance appeared on the left rock wall.

This cave had obvious signs of artificial excavation.

From the markings, it seemed that this entrance had been opened for many years.

Song Wen stopped, carefully searching near the cave entrance for traces left by the Sacred Gu.

Upon entering the cave and walking for a short distance, another underground river appeared before Song Wen.

Compared to the previous underground river, this one was significantly smaller, and the water flowed more gently.

As soon as he exited the passage, Song Wen noticed vague figures moving several hundred meters downstream in the riverbed.

He quickly signaled the Sacred Gu to sneak closer.

The other party also noticed Song Wen but did not appear as cautious as he was, at least not on the surface.

The person spoke up directly, introducing himself.

"Benefactor, this humble monk is Jie Hui from the Mixed Yuan Temple. May I ask your name?"

It turned out to be Jie Hui.

As he spoke, he walked straight towards Song Wen.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, as if he was not at all worried that the suddenly appearing stranger could pose a threat to him.

Instead, he voluntarily revealed his roots.

It gave a feeling of utmost sincerity.

If Song Wen did not know this person's behavior, he could easily be deceived by the genuine demeanor Jie Hui was pretending to show, thereby lowering his guard.

At that moment, the Sacred Gu sent a message, indicating that there was no sign of Jie Wu and Jie Se in the vicinity.

In other words, Jie Hui was alone!

For some unknown reason, the three had separated.

Song Wen's eyes lit up; Jie Hui might have a more detailed map and even the Ten Thousand- Year Spiritual Liquid.

When Jie Hui approached within a hundred meters, his spiritual perception swept over Song Wen.

Upon discovering Song Wen's identity, Jie Hui's eyes also brightened.

After all, Song Wen possessed a portion of the Ten Thousand-Year Spiritual Liquid.

The only trouble was that the Evil Buddha Path techniques he cultivated would be suppressed by Song Wen's Thunder Law.

However, he was confident that dealing with a mid-Foundation Establishment Thunder Law cultivator would not pose a problem.

He was still unaware of Song Wen killing Wang Ming and Leng Tianlu.

In his understanding, Song Wen was merely a person with considerable talent in Thunder Law.

"Ah, so you are a benefactor of the Beastmaster Sect. I remember that your sect's Rong Jingyun mentioned you, and your name is 'Wu Sheng.""

"Wu Sheng, hand over the Ten Thousand-Year Spiritual Liquid! This humble monk can grant you a quick death. Otherwise, I will have to exorcise demons and let you experience the taste of a vengeful spirit devouring your soul."

Before his words fell, Jie Hui's benevolent expression suddenly turned sinister.

Although he repeatedly urged Song Wen to hand over the Ten Thousand-Year Spiritual Liquid, his actions showed no intention of sparing Song Wen's life.

He held a human-skin drum in one hand and lightly tapped it with the other.

He knew well that ghostly entities could be suppressed by Thunder Law, so he decided not to

summon any.

In front of Song Wen, the world began to spin.

The space gradually distorted and transformed, and time seemed to shift.

A thousand-meter-high mountain appeared before him.

The mountain had eighteen tentacles waving and thrashing about.

It was unmistakably the appearance of the Beastmaster Sect's guardian divine beast-Blood

Sui.

Song Wen stood at the foot of the mountain, with the eighteen thick tentacles casting a

shadow over him, descending menacingly.

An illusion!

Song Wen realized in his heart.

Although he knew that the scene before him was merely an illusion, it felt too real; he could even clearly perceive the hurricane created by the flailing tentacles, whipping against his skin, causing a stinging pain.

A fear emanating from the depths of his nature surged within him.

This fear, like a cold venomous snake, tightly bound him, trying to imprison him and prevent

any resistance.

"What if it's the guardian divine beast! It's just a man-eating demon."

"You think I will surrender? Dream on!"

"Great Cave Divine Thunder, extinguish!"

A bolt of thunder materialized in the sky like the wrath of a celestial deity, tearing apart the

silence of the underground dark river.

Thunder flashes, breaking all the sinister and evil in the world.

The phantom of Blood Sui shattered like struck glass, weak and fragile, turning into countless

tiny fragments that scattered in the air.

Song Wen's vision instantly returned to normal.

He saw a pale white bone spear shoot towards his forehead.

A bronze bell suddenly materialized on Song Wen's body.

The bone spear struck the bronze bell.

The bell emitted a brilliant green light.

It blocked the bone spear.

The tremendous impact caused Song Wen to stumble backward several steps.

A flicker of surprise flashed in Jie Hui's eyes.

He had ambushed a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator and actually failed.

Not only did the opponent cultivate Thunder Law, but he was also a formidable body-refining

cultivator.

"I want to see just how strong your Thunder Law is, whether it can defeat the endless evil."

Jie Hui thought fiercely.

He opened his mouth and spat.

A large amount of black, foul qi gushed out.

It surged forward like a torrent of filth, crashing toward Song Wen.

Jie Hui originally thought Song Wen would activate his Thunder Law to forcibly disperse the

filthy qi.

However, Song Wen merely looked at the rushing filth without any signs of movement, as if

he didn't care at all.

Jie Hui couldn't help but be astonished.

Typically, righteous cultivators, when faced with filthy qi, would at least set up a spiritual

power shield to resist the corruption.

If a righteous cultivator were heavily tainted by foul qi, their spiritual power would be

polluted, leading to obstructions in its operation and severely affecting their abilities.

Yet, Song Wen remained motionless, allowing the foul qi to wash over his flesh without showing any discomfort, except for being slightly disturbed by the foul stench.

In Jie Hui's astonished gaze, the righteous aura around Song Wen began to retract, and a

dense corpse aura surged forth.

Song Wen's flesh rapidly shriveled and transformed into a corpse-like form.

In an instant, he became a zombie with sharp fangs and long claws.

"Demonic Path Corpse Cultivator!"

Jie Hui's eyes widened in disbelief.

How could anyone simultaneously cultivate both righteous and demonic path techniques!

No wonder the other party was unafraid of foul qi; demonic path cultivators had no fear of it.

They used foul qi to cultivate.

Jie Hui's shock didn't end there.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Two figures radiating terrifying pressure appeared beside Song Wen, one on the left and one

on the right.

On the left was a corpse puppet exuding overwhelming corpse aura.

On the right was a ghost king with a vast and oppressive ghostly presence.

"A pseudo-third stage silver corpse and ghost king!"

Jie Hui's face was filled with horror and disbelief.

He quickly began retreating.

"Jie Jie Jie... only now do you think about escaping? Isn't it a bit too late?"

A bloodthirsty expression filled Song Wen's face.

Since escaping from the Corpse Demon Sect, it was the first time he revealed his body from

the Blood Refinement Technique of the Corpse King.

Just moments ago, the Sacred Gu had already scouted a ten-mile radius.

There were no other cultivators nearby!

The secret realm was isolated from the outside world and filled with foul qi, helping him

conceal his presence.

He could unleash his full power.

Just as Jie Hui had escaped about ten meters, he was caught up by the rushing ghost king.

The ghost king kicked towards Jie Hui's chest.

Jie Hui opened his mouth again, spewing out a large amount of foul qi, condensing it into a

shield in front of him.

However, the foul qi shield, merely a product of concentrated foul qi, was utterly incapable of

withstanding the full-force strike of a pseudo-third stage ghost king.

The foul qi shield shattered with a single blow.

It transformed into a stench-filled miasma that dispersed into the air.

(End of the Chapter)

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