Record of a Demon’s Cultivation

 

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"Aaarghh!"

 

Ji Yin could no longer hold on, letting out a piercing scream before collapsing to the ground in convulsions.

 

His qi and blood were severely depleted, and his skin gradually began to sag and age.

 

Downstairs, Song Wen appeared to be guarding the small building for Ji Yin, but in reality, all his attention was focused on the situation upstairs.

 

In anticipation and anxiety, Song Wen finally welcomed a moment of intense excitement.

 

As the sound of Ji Yin falling upstairs echoed, an ecstatic expression couldn't help but show on Song Wen's face.

 

Finally, this day had come.

 

He slowly ascended to the second floor, listening carefully outside the door. His keen senses allowed him to clearly hear Ji Yin's heavy gasps and painful groans.

 

Song Wen asked urgently and cautiously, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

 

Inside the room, besides Ji Yin's low, painful sounds, there was no other noise.

 

Gripping the dagger reverse-gripped in his hand and concealing it with his sleeve, Song Wen gently pushed open the door.

 

Inside, Ji Yin lay collapsed on the ground, his body twitching continuously, occasionally murmuring incomprehensible sounds.

 

Approaching cautiously step by step, Song Wen asked, "Master, are you conscious?"

 

Enduring immense pain, Ji Yin finally noticed Song Wen approaching.

 

His eyes filled with expectation, he looked at Song Wen and said, "Save... save me."

 

Up until now, Ji Yin still couldn't understand why Song Wen, who took the pill without any issues, not only had no signs of depletion but also broke through to the Qi Refinement Second Layer. Yet, he himself was severely depleted in qi and blood, suffering immense pain.

 

At this moment, Song Wen was his only lifeline.

 

He looked towards a wooden box on a nearby table, "Ginseng... get it for me."

 

This was a ginseng he had collected before, a top-grade spiritual medicine for nourishing qi and blood. However, with his current fragile body, whether he could withstand the medicinal power of this top-grade ginseng was another question.

 

But now, Ji Yin didn't have the luxury to think about all that. He felt that if he didn't replenish his qi and blood quickly, he would soon perish due to depletion.

 

Glancing at the wooden box containing the ginseng, Song Wen said, "Master, wait a moment, I'll fetch it."

 

Song Wen walked slowly towards the wooden table, but in reality, his gaze was always fixed on Ji Yin.

 

He wanted to make sure that Ji Yin had completely lost his ability to resist.

 

The scene of Ji Yin using a yellow talisman to kill the fatty was still vivid in his mind.

 

Dealing with someone as cunning as Ji Yin, he couldn't be too careful. If Ji Yin still had the ability to use yellow talismans, Song Wen might end up dead before him.

 

"Hurry... hurry..." Seeing Song Wen dawdling, Ji Yin couldn't help but urge.

 

"I'm coming, Master."

 

Song Wen took out the ginseng from the wooden box and turned to Ji Yin.

 

Crouching down, he intended to hand the ginseng to Ji Yin, but realizing Ji Yin couldn't move at all, he directly pushed the ginseng into Ji Yin's mouth.

 

But Ji Yin couldn't even bite down and swallow the ginseng. He was about to remind Song Wen to tear the ginseng into pieces and feed it to him.

 

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head. A dagger had completely penetrated his skull.

 

Then, in a flash, Song Wen's figure disappeared before him.

 

Ji Yin's eyes were filled with disbelief. He had never expected that Song Wen would strike him fatally at this moment.

 

His attention had been focused on the ginseng near his mouth, and he didn't even know how the dagger had pierced his skull.

 

"Why..." Ji Yin's eyes showed various emotions—resentment, regret, frustration, disbelief—but mostly, there was confusion.

 

He was unwilling to die without breaking through to the Qi Refinement Middle Stage. He felt aggrieved to die at the hands of Song Wen, the disciple. He couldn't believe that Song Wen dared to attack him. He regretted not killing Song Wen earlier.

 

He, a lofty immortal, looking down on the world, had many aspirations left unfulfilled. Yet, in the end, he died silently in this small attic.

 

He had neglected sleep and food, never daring to slacken in his cultivation, only hoping to break through to the Qi Refinement Middle Stage, truly setting himself apart from mortals. He never expected it all to end in vain.

 

He died without understanding why, in the morning, Song Wen took the pill without any issues, yet after he took the pill, it depleted his essence and blood.

 

Song Wen stood behind Ji Yin for a full minute. Only after confirming that Ji Yin had long since passed away did he slowly approach.

 

"Why!? Go ask Er Niu and Zhang Cheng why," Song Wen said, inserting his hand into the wound on Ji Yin's head and beginning to consume his essence and blood.

 

Although Ji Yin's essence and blood had been mostly depleted by the pill, as a cultivator of the Qi Refinement Third Layer, he still had more remaining than an ordinary young person.

 

While absorbing Ji Yin's essence and blood, Song Wen noticed something different.

 

With Ji Yin, he not only absorbed his essence and blood, but also his soul?

 

"Previously, I absorbed them immediately after killing them. Ji Yin, however, was absorbed a minute after death, allowing some of his soul's power to be absorbed?"

 

Song Wen didn't dwell too much on his speculation. After draining Ji Yin's corpse dry, he began searching the body.

 

However, despite searching Ji Yin's entire room and almost stripping Ji Yin of his clothes, he found nothing of value.

 

"It's impossible. Where did Ji Yin hide his techniques, pills, and talismans? I always saw him carry them with him."

 

“Could it be the rumored storage item?”

 

Song Wen examined Ji Yin's fingers, wrists, and other places, but found nothing.

 

"I don't believe it."

 

Song Wen searched Ji Yin's clothes thoroughly, and finally, in the sleeve, he found a palm-sized cloth bag.

 

He tried to probe with his still-weak spiritual power, and sure enough, it was just as he expected.

 

This cloth bag was a storage bag!

 

The inside was about 3 meters square wide and everything Song Wen was looking for was inside.

 

Among them were several books, some small porcelain bottles, yellow talismans, a small furnace, and so on.

 

Song Wen didn't rush to inventory the items in the storage bag. He took the bedding from the bed, wrapped Ji Yin's dry corpse in it, and then threw it into the storage bag.

 

He fetched a piece of fur and wiped away the blood splattered on the floor. Then, he also threw the fur into the storage bag.

 

After a quick glance around to ensure nothing was missed, Song Wen descended the stairs and returned to his room.

 

It wasn't until now that Song Wen felt a surge of excitement. With Ji Yin dead, the greatest risk hanging over his head was finally resolved.

 

Now, the only thing that could threaten his life was the 'Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill.'

 

"Right, I wonder if Ji Yin had the real antidote to the 'Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill.'"

 

Immediately, Song Wen took out everything from Ji Yin's storage bag and began to examine each item.

 

Anxious to detoxify himself, Song Wen first checked the small porcelain bottles.

 

There were a total of three bottles, each with a note attached.

 

One was labeled 'Blood Qi Pill,' containing two pills inside.

 

Another was labeled 'Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill,' containing only one pill, which Song Wen poured out and inspected—it was indeed the poison pill that had poisoned him.

 

With hopeful anticipation, Song Wen opened the last bottle, which was labeled 'Antidote to Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill.'

 

There were three pills in the bottle, two of which were the dark red pills he had taken before, temporary antidotes taken every seven days.

 

The other was a deep red pill.

 

Song Wen gazed at the deep red pill for a long time before swallowing it directly.

 

After breaking through to the Qi Refinement Second Layer, Song Wen's perception had greatly strengthened, allowing him to see inside his own body.

 

Within his perception, he could sense a cold energy lingering in his stomach, posing a constant danger of erupting.

 

After swallowing the antidote, this cold energy gradually began to dissipate until it disappeared completely.

 

Song Wen immediately felt relieved. The toxicity of the 'Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill' had finally been completely eliminated.

 

(End of the Chapter)

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