Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1220: Joyful Torment

"Senior Bai Wei, please direct these specks of light towards the damaged regions within my Sea of Consciousness. This action will hasten the healing process," Song Wen projected his thoughts.

Should the Soul Source Essence be left to wander without purpose, they would likely imbed themselves in the unharmed sections of the Sea of Consciousness. Such a scenario would offer minimal benefit for mending the injuries, at best only reinforcing already sound areas.

"Understood!" Bai Wei's voice resonated in his mind.

A figure of exquisite grace materialized from the depths of the Mist within the Sea of Consciousness. Her alluring, elegant form was akin to a divine sculpture, perfectly proportioned. Her countenance shone with the brilliance of the autumn moon, her skin as pristine and smooth as jade. Her captivating eyes gleamed with a mesmerizing, soul-enthralling radiance.

She was adorned in a flowing white gown that seemed to ripple and dance with her every subtle movement, enhancing her graceful bearing.

Song Wen suddenly perceived a subtle difference in Bai Wei’s divine soul compared to her usual manifestation. While a faint resemblance persisted, her everyday demeanor, though refined and dignified, would be considered unremarkable within the Immortal Cultivation World. Yet, the form her divine soul now adopted was subtly transformed, radiating an almost intoxicating allure.

This was not the first occasion Song Wen had beheld Bai Wei’s divine soul. He had even ventured into her Sea of Consciousness and embraced her very soul.

However, at that prior time, Bai Wei’s soul had been grievously wounded, marred by countless cracks like fissures spreading across parched earth, completely obscuring her former captivating beauty.

Later, apprehensive of Bai Wei’s potential wrath for his transgression into her Sea of Consciousness, Song Wen had withdrawn his divine soul and senses. He had not since witnessed the complete restoration of her soul.

"Senior... is this your true appearance?" Although Xuan Qu had spoken of Bai Wei’s peerless beauty, laying eyes upon it now sent a profound tremor through Song Wen's heart.

Bai Wei’s soul offered a gentle smile. "Indeed, this is my true form. My common appearance is merely a… facade…"

Her smile faltered abruptly.

In the external world, her physical body appeared to encounter an unexpected impediment, her waist twisting sharply.

Song Wen’s own body gave a slight, responsive tremor.

Then, with a deafening crack, the connection between their Seas of Consciousness was violently severed.

"Senior... please accept my apologies. Your beauty is ethereal, like that of a celestial being. I momentarily lost my composure, unable to restrain myself."

"Your explanation is unnecessary. Please, continue the healing," Bai Wei’s divine soul maintained its remarkable composure.

In the physical realm, however, a blush, akin to the soft hues of twilight, had blossomed on her cheeks, evoking the gentle sweep of evening clouds and the vibrant flush of a delicate flower.

"Very well, let us resume the healing," Song Wen affirmed, refocusing his efforts on establishing the Dao channel once more.

Yet, the instant the channel began to materialize, Bai Wei’s slender form shifted anew, causing the nascent channel to shatter and dissipate into nothingness.

"Senior, I implore you to remain still."

"You are… touching me," Bai Wei's voice finally betrayed a crack in its composure, laced with an undeniable trace of bashfulness.

"Senior, perhaps it would be prudent to pause for a brief respite before continuing our healing efforts?" Song Wen ventured.

"No," Bai Wei responded with firm resolve. "Continue."

"As you command."

Song Wen appeared visibly discomposed, his throat bobbing as he swallowed audibly.

He diligently focused once more on forging the Dao channel, this time achieving success.

Streaks of light surged through the established pathway, meticulously guided by Bai Wei’s will towards the afflicted areas of her Sea of Consciousness.

The fractured zones commenced a slow process of self-repair.

However, this progress was short-lived. Merely two hours later, another involuntary tremor originating from Bai Wei’s waist caused the vital channel to collapse once more.

Through these repeated cycles of the passage solidifying only to crumble, time crawled forward like a colossal, grinding wheel – slow, agonizing, and arduous. For Song Wen, each moment felt akin to enduring a prolonged and excruciating ordeal.

Finally, after the passage of half a month, Bai Wei’s Sea of Consciousness had achieved an almost ninety percent recovery. The remaining minor afflictions could be addressed over time through gradual nourishment or the judicious application of medicinal pills.

"Senior, has the treatment reached its conclusion?" Song Wen inquired with palpable anxiety for the third occasion.

"Gou Jun, now that you have become involved, please see to the complete restoration of my Sea of Consciousness," Bai Wei replied, rebuffing his inquiry as she had done previously.

With a sense of profound helplessness, Song Wen acquiesced to her request, steeling himself to endure an additional three days of torment. Ultimately, Bai Wei’s Sea of Consciousness was fully restored.

The sustained effort of maintaining the passage, forged from the power of his divine sense, had depleted his mental fortitude as if unraveling silk from a cocoon, leaving him utterly drained, as though every last drop of his vitality had been leached away.

His body went limp, and he released a long, weary exhalation.

While Bai Wei was still reveling in the restoration of her Sea of Consciousness, a breath filled her mouth, and a spiritual serpent’s slither graced her lips.

Her tightly shut eyes abruptly opened, revealing a pair of fatigued eyes staring back.

"Gou Jun, it’s time to descend."

"Understood!"

Song Wen appeared to shake off a daze, flipping over and landing with solid footing. He then reached down, giving a slight tug to his robe’s hem, which still held a faint trace of dampness.

Bai Wei promptly stood, her gaze accidentally meeting Song Wen’s subtle movement. She swiftly turned her eyes away, feigning ignorance.

"Ahem..."

As if to dispel her awkwardness, Bai Wei let out a perfunctory cough.

Subsequently, she presented Song Wen with a storage pouch.

"Senior Gou Jun, I offer my gratitude for your efforts. Here are the hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones I pledged."

Despite the peculiar and complex nature of the healing, Bai Wei had to acknowledge the remarkable outcome. Moreover, her Sea of Consciousness had been fortified, exhibiting significantly greater resilience than before her injury.

The exhaustion visible between Gou Jun’s brows also highlighted the substantial exertion the healing process had demanded from him.

Bai Wei harbored no intention of breaking her word regarding the promised compensation.

Song Wen accepted the storage pouch without hesitation, then gently massaged the area between his brows.

"It is this junior’s utmost honor to have eased Senior’s distress."

Bai Wei adjusted her slightly rumpled robes, opened the cabin door, and emerged from the ship tower.

Song Wen followed closely, stepping onto the deck.

"Master, has your Sea of Consciousness completely healed?" Xu Mengyu inquired, her voice laced with concern.

Bai Wei confirmed with a nod. "It has achieved full recovery."

"Congratulations, Master."

A smile of relief bloomed on Xu Mengyu’s face as she turned towards Song Wen.

"Thank you, Senior Gou Jun."

"Miss Xu, such formality is unnecessary," Song Wen responded. "Senior Bai Wei has also provided me with considerable assistance. Furthermore, I must implore both of you to maintain absolute secrecy regarding my capability to heal divine souls. Let no others become aware of this."

Bai Wei quickly added, "Gou Jun, you need not harbor any worries. This matter shall never be disclosed to anyone else."

"With our business here concluded, I shall now take my departure."

Song Wen bid them farewell and, without awaiting a reply from the two women, ascended into the heavens, flying towards the far horizon and quickly vanishing into the distant sky.