Record of a Demon’s Cultivation

 

Translator: Cinder Translations

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As the formation was breached, Elder Li spurted a mouthful of blood onto the formation disc, and his aura rapidly waned.

 

Wang Yi exclaimed “Elder Li!” and was about to move forward to help.

 

Elder Li urgently stopped him, saying, “Don’t worry about me. Go after Li Jiangu. His two ghost generals are incapacitated and he’s injured. This is the best time to kill him. If we miss this chance, we may never have another opportunity for revenge.”

 

Wang Yi nodded slightly and pursued Li Jiangu.

 

However, Nie Qian, whose face was twisted in a hideous sneer, did not hesitate for a moment and immediately chased after Li Jiangu as soon as the formation was breached.

 

......

 

Li Jiangu had initially thought he would be trapped within the formation, but unexpectedly, the formation was suddenly broken.

 

Overjoyed, he took to the air and flew towards the nearest Foundation Establishment cultivator of his clan.

 

“Stop them!”

 

Li Jiangu commanded the Li Family Foundation Establishment cultivators, while he continued to fly towards the depths of the Li Family’s base, where a thousand-meter high mountain stood.

 

He moved swiftly, crossing several miles in the blink of an eye and reaching the foot of the mountain.

 

He glanced back and saw that Elder Li and the five others were all being intercepted by Li Family cultivators.

 

Elder Li, heavily injured, and the four Foundation Establishment cultivators, including Wang Yi, found themselves struggling against five early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators and several late-stage Qi Refinement cultivators from the Li Family.

 

Hatred flickered in Li Jiangu’s eyes.

 

“Because of you, I am gravely injured, and my two ghost generals are severely weakened. Once the ghost generals absorb the Yin soul energy and recover, I will make sure to tear you to pieces, refine your souls, and use you as tools of vengeance.”

 

He flew into a cave at the mountain's base, which was pitch dark and gave off a terrifying, eerie feeling.

 

After delving about ten meters in, a vast underground hall appeared before him.

 

On the left side of the hall was a dissecting table that Song Wen was very familiar with. Next to the dissecting table was a blood pool, which was only a thin layer of blood remaining.

 

Beside the dissecting table were thousands of human skeletons, piled up like a small mountain.

 

On the right side of the hall, the floor was engraved with a ghostly soul refining formation. Eight ghost flags, ten feet high, were inserted into the formation's array points.

 

Within the formation, ghostly energy was dense, and numerous Yin souls constantly swirled around, occasionally merging into the ghost flags, disappearing from sight, and then emerging from them, drifting within the formation.

 

This underground hall was evidently a place where corpse refining, blood refining, and ghost soul refining were integrated.

 

Li Jiangu approached the soul refining formation, summoned the two ghost generals, and took out a formation disc. After inputting several magic formulas, the weakened ghost generals rushed into the soul refining formation like hungry wolves into a sheep pen, voraciously devouring the Yin souls within.

 

The Yin souls, with their last remnants of animal instincts, tried to escape in a desperate attempt to survive. But how could they escape the constraints of the soul refining formation? Amidst their mournful howls, they were quickly consumed by the ghost generals, providing pure ghostly energy.

 

Suddenly!

 

A cold flash swept past the cave entrance, swiftly attacking Li Jiangu.

 

The sudden killing intent left Li Jiangu no time to think. Instinctively, he summoned the Kui Yin heavy water, forming a shield to block the attack.

 

“Puff!”

 

The Cold Moon Blade struck the Kui Yin water shield, as if piercing through the hide of a tough beast.

 

A noticeable dent appeared on the shield, but it wasn’t pierced through by the attack.

 

Not deterred, the Cold Moon Blade turned in mid-air and reoriented, aiming for Li Jiangu’s head from above.

 

The Kui Yin water shield quickly repositioned to block the Cold Moon Blade again.

 

In just a few breaths, the two had exchanged dozens of blows.

 

During the battle between the Cold Moon Blade and the Kui Yin water shield, a figure rushed into the underground hall—it was Song Wen, who had secretly followed Li Jiangu.

 

Song Wen, wearing a bronze helmet, moved swiftly and closed in on Li Jiangu.

 

At this moment, it was Li Jiangu’s time of weakness, and it was the perfect chance to strike!

 

There was no time for him to catch his breath.

 

Song Wen’s hands, like eagle talons, clawed towards Li Jiangu with incredible speed, aiming for a fatal strike.

 

The cold light from the claws radiated with a sinister black glow and the sharpness of metal.

 

Ghostly Claw!

 

Li Jiangu’s face filled with terror. Faced with the dual assault of the Cold Moon Blade and Song Wen, the Kui Yin Water Shield could only block one attack.

 

In a life-or-death situation, Li Jiangu quickly made a decision.

 

The Kui Yin Water Shield moved to cover his back, blocking the Cold Moon Blade.

 

A massive amount of ghostly energy surged from his hands, forming solid black gloves to protect his hands and block Song Wen’s attack.

 

“Bang!”

 

In his haste, Li Jiangu's ghostly energy gloves, though solid, could not withstand the full force of Song Wen's Ghostly Claw, which had been refined with countless spiritual materials.

 

His hands were instantly shredded, leaving him armless. The powerful impact sent his body flying backward.

 

Before he could land, a cold flash struck from above, piercing through his abdomen and turning his flesh into a mess from within.

 

His lifeless body fell to the ground, devoid of any breath.

 

Although it seems long-winded, from the moment Li Jiangu entered the underground hall to Song Wen’s killing him, only a few tens of breaths had passed.

 

Song Wen grabbed the shattered head of Li Jiangu with one hand.

 

Soul Search!

 

Song Wen staggered suddenly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

 

The soul search had failed.

 

Li Jiangu was a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, and Song Wen’s spiritual sense was comparable to a late-Foundation Establishment cultivator. The strength of his soul was far superior to Li Jiangu’s, so the soul search had a high chance of success. However, he had unfortunately encountered a rare failure.

 

Unable to perform the soul search, Song Wen decisively devoured his soul and essence blood. However, Li Jiangu, already in a weakened state, had very little essence blood to offer.

 

With Li Jiangu's hands destroyed and his body having been weakened by prolonged exposure to ghostly energy, there was little value in refining him into a corpse puppet. Song Wen simply incinerated the remains with a fireball.

 

Holding Li Jiangu’s storage ring, Song Wen’s spiritual sense entered it and quickly found a box made of Yin wood, which contained two Xuan Yin Stones.

 

With the Xuan Yin Stones in hand, Song Wen’s mood lifted greatly as he casually put the storage ring into his pocket.

 

With a thought, a black coffin appeared on the ground.

 

“Roar!”

 

A second-tier corpse puppet leapt out of the coffin and rushed towards the cave entrance; after which, it stood like a statue at the entrance, remaining motionless.

 

Seven more of the black armor insects flew to the perimeter of the cave entrance to prevent any sudden approaches by other cultivators.

 

Song Wen took a few steps to the blood pool, jumped in, and began to devour the essence blood.

 

The blood in the pool was not plentiful, only enough to submerge up to Song Wen’s ankles.

 

A large amount of blood energy surged into Song Wen’s body, quickly converting into essence blood.

 

The quality of the blood was not very high, mostly from ordinary humans.

 

This was the first time Song Wen had consumed such a large amount of blood at once. The excess essence blood made him feel like his body was about to burst.

 

However, after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, his body had become much stronger and could accommodate more essence blood, allowing him to barely consume all the blood in the pool.

 

In the end, only a thin layer of light red liquid remained in the blood pool, just a small fraction of the original amount.

 

Song Wen leaped out of the pool, estimating that it took him less than half a stick of incense (about two minutes) to consume the blood.

 

Outside, the sounds of battle continued to roar incessantly, and no one had come towards this area yet. Song Wen turned his attention back to the eight ghost flags.

 

(End of the Chapter)

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