Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1224: A Secret Maneuver

High above a mountain valley located tens of thousands of miles southwest of Qingyi City, Song Wen executed a sweeping spear technique, unleashing a crescent-shaped spear beam.

This beam impacted the valley floor, cleaving a fissure ten miles deep into the earth.

The resulting chasm was approximately three meters wide and spanned half a kilometer in length.

Young Master Ming, witnessing the gash in the ground, reacted with wide-eyed terror, momentarily forgetting the agonizing pain in his chest.

"Senior, I have no desire to perish! I implore you to spare my life! It was merely a moment of carelessness that led to me accidentally killing your wife... Ah!"

A sharp, piercing scream tore from his throat.

The sword embedded in his chest shifted abruptly, dragging him downward as he plummeted toward the ground.

"My father is Li Rui, the esteemed great elder of the Li Clan! Should you release me, he will bestow upon you untold riches!"

Amidst his desperate pleas, Young Master Ming and the hovering sword plunged into the fissure, descending rapidly into its abyss.

The sword plunged deeply into the rock, impaling Young Master Ming against the ground.

His ashen face contorted with excruciating pain as he thrashed violently, attempting to escape the sword's unyielding grip.

Suddenly, the sword began to vibrate intensely, expelling a torrential surge of Sword Qi.

This Sword Qi, resembling innumerable silver threads, infiltrated his body, sowing chaos and destruction within.

A searing, unimaginable pain washed over him like a colossal wave, as if myriad razor-sharp daggers were simultaneously twisting and turning inside his flesh.

Young Master Ming's vision grew hazy, his consciousness slipping away under the unbearable torment.

He dared not move a single muscle, resigned to being pinned to the earth, his gaze fixed in utter despair upon the distant, unattainable sky above.

Disregarding Young Master Ming entirely, Song Wen summoned his Cosmic Transformation Incarnation to stand guard at the fissure's entrance.

Subsequently, he journeyed over two thousand miles, plunged into a small pond, and buried himself deep within the mud at its bottom, completely suppressing his aura and remaining perfectly motionless.

Scarcely had these arrangements been finalized when two figures materialized in a blur: a man and a woman.

The man presented the appearance of being in his fifties, possessing a late-stage Void Refinement cultivation base. The woman, a middle-aged matron, exhibited a cultivation base at the peak of the Divine Transformation Stage.

Upon perceiving the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation and Young Master Ming pinned at the fissure's bottom, they halted their descent above the mountain valley.

"You dare inflict harm upon my son! I shall rend you limb from limb!" the woman shrieked at the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation, her voice saturated with malice.

After delivering her threat, she turned her eyes toward the man by her side.

"Husband, why have you not dispatched him? Save our son!"

Young Master Ming, ensnared within the fissure below, heard his mother's impassioned words and let out a resounding cry.

"Mother, rescue me..."

"I strongly advise both of you against any rash actions," the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation stated deliberately, tilting its head to regard the hovering pair. "Otherwise, with a mere flick of my finger, I can reduce your young master to mere dust, scattering his soul and spirit to the winds."

The man displayed considerably more composure than his wife, his gaze fixed upon Song Wen with an intense, scrutinizing look.

According to the intelligence procured from Eight-Character Mustache, their son had been abducted by a cultivator at the Divine Transformation Stage. However, the aura radiating from the individual before them belonged to a late-stage Void Refinement cultivator, aligning with his own cultivation level.

He could effortlessly annihilate a Divine Transformation Stage cultivator, but confronting a Void Refinement Stage cultivator demanded careful deliberation.

"I am Li Rui, and this is my wife, Li Xinxin. Might I inquire as to your esteemed name?"

"I am Jiang Yushan," the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation responded. "Greetings to you, Fellow Daoist Li."

"So you are Fellow Daoist Jiang," Li Rui acknowledged. "Might I ask why you have taken my son hostage? Surely it is not over some purported dao companion?"

"Fellow Daoist Li possesses a perceptive intellect," the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation remarked, admiration evident in its tone. "I have brought your young master here to facilitate a meeting with you."

"Oh? And what pertinent business do you have with me?" Li Rui inquired further.

"Members of your Li Clan unlawfully entered my cultivation cave during my absence," the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation disclosed. "I have come to reclaim my property."

Li Rui countered, "The individual who raided your cultivation cave must have attained at least the Void Refinement Stage. Nevertheless, all six of our Li Clan's Void Refinement Stage cultivators have remained within our domain of late. How could they have possibly raided your cave?"

"Is that truly the case?" the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation pressed, its tone laced with skepticism.

"Absolutely true," Li Rui affirmed. "If you doubt me, fellow daoist, you can inquire around. Seven days ago marked the 9,500th birthday of our Li Clan Ancestor. Though we didn’t hold a grand celebration, all six of our Void Refinement Stage cultivators were present. They haven’t left the Li Clan’s territory for over half a month."

Hidden nearby, Song Wen’s heart sank upon hearing these words. He sensed that Li Rui’s claims might be true. The robber cultivator who had plundered his cave might not be from the Li Clan after all.

As he pondered his next move, Li Xinxin spoke up: "Why waste words on him? Just kill him."

With that, a flying sword materialized before her, streaking toward the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation.

"Madam, please don’t act rashly!" Li Rui urged, but he didn’t interrupt her spellcasting.

The Cosmic Transformation Incarnation conjured a long spear, preparing to parry the incoming sword, when his expression suddenly turned icy.

Song Wen sensed another presence deep underground—a Mid-Void Refinement Stage male cultivator tunneling rapidly toward Young Master Ming at the bottom of the fissure.

Li Xinxin’s arrogant and domineering behavior was clearly a facade, designed solely to attract Song Wen’s attention and create an opening for the male cultivator to rescue their son.

Clang!

The spear clashed against the flying sword.

A tremendous force surged through the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation, forcing it to stumble back two steps, the spear nearly slipping from its grasp.

Li Rui and Li Xinxin exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise.

The opponent had clearly displayed a Void Refinement Stage cultivation, yet he had been forced back by Li Xinxin’s full-power strike—a Divine Transformation Stage cultivator. This was truly baffling.

However, their hidden clansmen had successfully rescued their son from the depths below, achieving their primary objective.

Just then, two figures emerged from the ground on a nearby mountain peak: Young Master Ming and the Void Refinement Stage cultivator who had rescued him.

Li Xinxin’s face lit up with joy as she rushed to greet them.

"Ming’er, are you alright?"

"Li Zhengqing, thank you."

Li Rui remained motionless, his cold gaze fixed on the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation still standing at the bottom of the valley.

"You’re courting death!" the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation growled.

An ominous premonition surged through Li Rui’s heart. He abruptly looked up and saw that the once clear sky had suddenly been engulfed by churning dark clouds, within which golden lightning crackled.

Boom!

With an ear-shattering roar, a bolt of golden lightning tore through the clouds.

The blinding light, carrying the force of heaven and earth’s destruction, hurtled straight toward Li Rui.

Li Rui’s eyes widened slightly. He sensed the threat of death emanating from the golden lightning.

"Li Zhengqing, help me!"

As Li Rui spoke, a flying sword materialized before him.

The sword transformed into a streak of light, shooting toward the descending lightning.

Nearby, Li Zhengqing summoned a bronze bell.

The bell expanded rapidly, swelling to a diameter of ten miles, enveloping himself, Li Xinxin, Young Master Ming, and Li Rui within its protective dome.

(End of the Chapter)

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