Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1214: A Bolt from the Blue

Translator: CinderTL

Song Wen's pupils narrowed faintly. He launched himself from Bai Wei like an arrow loosed from a bowstring, pulling back dozens of feet until he landed steadily on his feet.

With a cautious stare fixed on Bai Wei, he hurriedly clarified, "Senior Bai Wei, don't get the wrong idea. I was only healing you. It required that unavoidable breach, or your divine soul would have scattered away."

Bai Wei stayed much calmer than Song Wen had expected. She gradually stood up.

"Little friend, no need for more words. I know my own state."

Gratitude filled her face as she cupped her hands in salute. "I owe you my life for this rescue."

Song Wen eased up, a grin blooming on his features.

He had braced for Bai Wei's rage at first. After all, she had warned Xu Mengyu against too much closeness with him, showing her clear dislike for men—much less such close bodily touch.

"Senior, your heavenly poise and flawless purity rise above mortal matters. The instant I laid eyes on you, I recognized your noble character, one that repays good with good, never evil. My assessment proved spot on."

A subtle smile touched Bai Wei’s lips.

"You praise me too much, little friend."

"All my words ring true, Senior. Nothing but honesty here," Song Wen answered sincerely, eyes steady.

Bai Wei dismissed it with a wave, her eyes pausing on Song Wen’s face before she murmured, "I notice exhaustion etched between your brows. Did saving me cause this?"

"Just as Senior observed," Song Wen responded, massaging his temples, weariness flickering in his gaze. "Long ago, I mastered a hidden technique to split my divine soul's spiritual power and form it into glowing pearls that mend divine souls. Yet, wielding it drains me greatly, harming my own divine soul."

Bai Wei saw no cause to question Song Wen’s account.

"I, Bai Wei, will always remember your life-saving grace."

Bai Wei moved closer to Song Wen. A storage pouch materialized in her grasp, which she extended toward him.

"Inside are sixty thousand high-grade spirit stones. Spend them on Spirit Herbs to restore your divine soul."

Song Wen took the storage pouch, his face lighting up with a smile.

"If Senior insists so strongly, I won't turn it down."

Watching Song Wen store the pouch away, Bai Wei nodded approvingly and went on, "By the way, little friend, I still don't know your honorable name."

"Junior... Gou Jun," Song Wen answered.

"So you're Junior Gou Jun," Bai Wei noted.

"Senior, could I have a Communication Jade Slip?" Song Wen inquired.

"Certainly," Bai Wei agreed, pulling out another jade token and passing it over.

Once he had the token, Song Wen continued, "Senior’s wounds are stable now. Time for me to depart."

Then, Song Wen started collecting the formation flags scattered around the cave.

"Gou Jun, one question for you," Bai Wei stated.

"Senior, go ahead. I'll answer with full honesty," Song Wen said.

"During our six-way siege on the Six Fiends Hall, what brought you to hide in Luyang City?" Bai Wei questioned.

"Even though I practice the Corpse Dao, I harbor a deep, unyielding grudge against the Six Fiends Hall," Song Wen detailed. "I hid in Luyang City to collect information."

"I understand," Bai Wei replied. "Regarding that massive clash, how did it end? Did the three great sects triumph, or the Six Fiends Hall?"

"This concerns me deeply too," Song Wen noted. "I beg you, Senior, to probe it fully back at the Spirit Jade Palace and share the results through the Communication Jade Slip."

"Rest assured, I'll look into it completely," Bai Wei promised.

By now, Song Wen had gathered every formation flag. He bowed with cupped hands.

"Senior Bai Wei, until we meet again."

With those words, he spun around and soared from the mountain cave.

As Song Wen’s form faded into the distance, Bai Wei reluctantly pulled back her gaze.

Why does this man stir such a strange feeling of connection in me? Is it from him sharing his divine soul's spiritual essence to mend my wounds, letting bits of it blend into mine?

Bai Wei cast her eyes downward, looking at her ragged robes.

Before, wounds had riddled her body, with ripped cloth exposing mere gruesome scars.

With her outer injuries now fully mended, the bare skin gleamed like boundless snow. Vital spots stayed concealed, yet the cloth outlined her full, curvaceous form.

She slipped into a set of fresh robes before bounding out from the cave, streaking through the sky toward the Spirit Jade Palace.

Song Wen came to a sudden halt after traversing ten thousand miles, his gaze locking onto Luyang City in the southeast direction.

After a moment's pause, he chose not to head there, veering instead toward Cloudstream Valley.

Eight years had passed since his departure; now it was time to head back home.

Regarding the Six Fiends Hall, he planned to hold off until Bai Wei checked out the circumstances before deciding on next steps.

Yet even as he tried to steer clear of peril, danger sought him out.

He hadn't covered even a hundred thousand miles when calamity descended.

From a massive peak a thousand miles off to his right, a bone-chilling icy beam lanced out, speeding straight at Song Wen.

Song Wen reacted in a flash, calling forth a dark umbrella that he thrust forward as a shield.

The icy beam slammed into the umbrella, erupting in showers of sparks and wild bursts of power.

An immense impact smashed into Song Wen, leaving him unable to steady the umbrella or keep his footing; he tumbled back with it, slamming into the mountain beneath.

Before he could collide with the mountainside, a silhouette appeared in the sky to his right.

"This lord is aware you hold an Earth Evasion Talisman," the figure declared icily. "But I warn you against using it. Do so, and you'll suffer the torment of Ten Thousand Thunders Devouring the Body."

The arrival had a frosty, imposing look, standing tall like a sturdy pine in black brocade robes where subtle thunderlight danced faintly.

Boom!

Song Wen smashed into the mountainside at last, demolishing half the peak. Disregarding the churning Qi and Blood inside him, his face grew solemn.

He knew who this was.

This individual had been one of the six assailants who stormed Six Fiends Hall.

It appeared he hailed from the Profound Sky Sect now, since among the three major sects, only they mastered thunder techniques.

Song Wen composed himself amid the rising dust, brushing blood from his mouth's edge, then offered a courteous bow.

"Senior, what matter prompts you to block this junior's path?"

While appearing respectful on the surface, Song Wen silently reached out to shadow void in his Sea of Consciousness.

"Shadow void, gauge this person's cultivation base."

At the same time, Song Wen quietly parted his Sea of Consciousness, letting shadow void sense the surroundings.

"Drop the pretense," the arrival cut in before shadow void could reply. "I witnessed you saving Bai Wei myself. Tell me her whereabouts, and I'll give you a quick end."

Right then, shadow void's voice resounded within Song Wen’s Sea of Consciousness.

"Master, no need to dread him. He's merely at mid-stage Body Integration realm and wounded. His aura wavers, indicating his spiritual power is almost exhausted. I may not slay him for sure, but escaping with you is no issue."

Upon hearing that, Song Wen's mind eased a bit, though killing intent soon flared up.

Still, his expression stayed one of utter fright and hopelessness, like someone frozen by looming death.

His knees gave way, dropping him to kneel suspended in the air.

"Senior, Bai Wei’s divine soul took heavy damage. She's gone into seclusion to recover. I know where she's healing and can lead you there. I just plead for your mercy—let me live and take me as your servant. From now on, I'll be your devoted follower, braving any peril without flinching."

(End of the Chapter)

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