Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1216: Love Unattainable
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Translator: CinderTL
Two streams of spiritual power surged from Song Wen, capturing Xuan Qu’s decapitated head and mangled body.
In a flash, the head and torso shriveled into a withered mummy.
Flames burst forth from Song Wen’s palms.
Within an instant, the mummified remains burned to ashes, dispersing into the churning Primordial Qi.
Without delay, Song Wen triggered his escape technique and disappeared.
At the same time, he sent a fragment of his consciousness into his Sea of Consciousness, manifesting an illusory figure there.
Xuan Qu’s divine soul remained trapped inside the Sea of Consciousness Black Hole, completely unable to move.
Similar to Bai Wei earlier, fissures webbed across his Soul Body, though his awareness stayed perfectly lucid.
Song Wen feared the crushing force radiating from the Sea of Consciousness might pulverize Xuan Qu’s soul.
With great reluctance, he adjusted the Black Hole to reduce the pressure.
“Xuan Qu, answer my questions, and I’ll give you a quick death.”
Song Wen’s declaration echoed with cruel irony in Xuan Qu’s mind.
Mere moments earlier, Xuan Qu had uttered those exact words to Song Wen in the same chilling tone.
“Chi Pei, kill me or torment me however you like. This Monarch’s divine soul is irreparably fractured, teetering on the edge of dissipation. Soul scattering and spirit vanishing await me inevitably. Why would I yield to you and reveal anything?”
A derisive grin twisted Song Wen’s features, as though scorning Xuan Qu’s foolishness.
He lifted his hand and pointed skyward. Instantly, beams of spiritual radiance poured from the Black Hole overhead, showering down on Xuan Qu’s divine soul.
Right away, the splits in Xuan Qu’s soul showed clear signs of mending.
“Xuan Qu, soul scattering and spirit vanishing isn’t so simple as you imagine. Should I desire it, I can force you to suffer the torment of your soul ripping apart forever.”
Xuan Qu sensed the excruciating pain fade dramatically, horror etching deeply into his expression.
The Black Hole in Chi Pei’s Sea of Consciousness proved utterly mysterious. It could not only confine void fiends inside the Sea of Consciousness but also unleash spiritual essences that restored divine souls.
Despair clouded Xuan Qu’s face. If even death eluded him, what chance did resistance have?
“Ask away,” he muttered.
“What happened in the Battle of Luyang City?” Song Wen interrogated sharply.
“I have no idea,” Xuan Qu answered. “That day, once Gong Tianzong and Wei Gu shattered the formation, the Orthodox Path gained dominance, and an impulse to withdraw struck me. Plus, since I planned to slay Bai Wei, I grabbed a chance to escape the chaos. Afterward, I tracked the faint trails of your auras and Bai Wei’s. But as you two dove underground into the Primordial Qi Death Zone, the turbulent Primordial Qi disrupted my perception, blocking me from sensing your presences buried deep below. Forced to abandon the pursuit, I accepted your story of Bai Wei secluded in the Primordial Qi Death Zone, recovering from wounds.”
“What grudge do you bear against Bai Wei? Why seek her death?” Song Wen demanded further.
Xuan Qu shook his head, his eyes filling with distant longing.
“No grudge exists between us. Far from it. Upon our first encounter in my younger days, her transcendent beauty captivated me completely.”
“Transcendent beauty?” Song Wen eyed Xuan Qu with doubt.
Bai Wei’s face was certainly exquisite and fine, yet she blended into the Immortal Cultivation World teeming with countless beauties. How could anyone call her “transcendent”?
Yet...
Her form was exquisitely curvaceous and tempting, emanating an enchanting allure.
In Song Wen’s thoughts, the unforgettable tenderness from when he had once pinned Bai Wei under him surged vividly.
Seeming to catch the skepticism in Song Wen’s gaze, Xuan Qu pressed on, “Bai Wei’s present look isn’t her real visage. She conceals her true beauty to seem plain.”
Song Wen’s bewilderment grew. “Even as the world’s greatest beauty, how does that explain your desire to kill her?”
Xuan Qu’s eyes deepened with reminiscence, delving into long-buried past. “Roughly four thousand years back, as fellow golden core cultivators, we crossed paths at the three great sects’ triennial grand tournament. That single glance over the arena seared her image into my soul. From then, I swore in secret to wed her in this life. But...”
Xuan Qu's voice suddenly turned sharp with rage and bitterness. "To gain her love, I humbled myself and pursued her without cease—for four thousand endless years! All those years, I showered her with all my affection and loyalty, like a moth flying into fire. But she stayed unmoved, icy and indifferent as rock."
"I used to think she cared nothing for romance, her heart fixed only on the Dao of cultivation. But centuries back, she had a hidden affair with a demonic cultivator from Divine Blood Gate, only to get dumped after he was lured away. That's when I snapped out of my illusion, seeing her aloof chill toward me as just a mask. Deep down, she was a shameless, vile woman. From then, I vowed to end her life, to revenge the shame of four thousand years chasing her uselessly."
Song Wen shot Xuan Qu an odd glance.
Was this that 'love turning to hate' they talked about?
A mighty Body Integration Stage cultivator—how could any woman slip from his grasp to push him this far?
Still, thinking it over, Song Wen saw no shock in it.
No normal man would fixate on a woman so brutally cold to him across four thousand years.
"Who was that demonic cultivator Bai Wei tangled with?" Song Wen inquired.
"I don’t know," Xuan Qu answered. "But his cultivation level was incredibly advanced—probably a Great Ascension Stage expert."
Song Wen hesitated, a bit stunned.
A Orthodox Path Heavenly Chosen falling for a demonic path powerhouse!
This drama was way over the top.
Yet Bai Wei and Xuan Qu's messy love-hate mess wasn't his business. Song Wen changed the subject.
"What sort was that thunder talisman you used to flee before?"
"Profound Thunder Nine Heavens Talisman," Xuan Qu responded.
"Did you make this talisman yourself?" Song Wen questioned.
"I can’t craft talismans," Xuan Qu stated. "I bought them from the sect. Started with three. One got used in the Battle of Luyang City, another during your pursuit, so just one left now."
Song Wen nodded. As he questioned Xuan Qu, he'd already checked the storage ring and verified only one purple-gold talisman was left.
"Your storage ring has a silver jade slip with a secret art named Profound Thunder Nine Heavens Art. Was this talisman made from that secret art?"
"Yes," Xuan Qu affirmed. "The Profound Thunder Nine Heavens Art is basically a thunder escape method, among the Profound Sky Sect's three supreme escape arts. But it needs harsh cultivation standards, requiring top-tier thunder magic talent. Without it, even a hundred years of hard practice might leave you clueless on basics. My thunder magic talent is outstanding already, yet I failed to learn it, so I got these three Profound Thunder Nine Heavens Talismans for protection."
Song Wen's curiosity about the Profound Thunder Nine Heavens Art surged right away.
He wanted to test how his thunder magic talent had grown after eating two demon beasts carrying Divine Beast bloodlines from the Lower Realm.
(End of the Chapter)
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