Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1229: The Vigorous Nether Fox

Translator: CinderTL

With a mere thought from Song Wen, the Soul Cleaving Blade, which had been suspended nearby, became a streak of lightning, hurtling directly towards Qingming Sanren.

Qingming Sanren, who had been occupied with his storage pouch, suddenly stiffened, hastily invoking his protective barrier once more.

Clang!

Even before the shield could fully manifest, the Soul Cleaving Blade made contact, its metallic strike resonating like divine thunder.

An immense force bore down upon Qingming Sanren.

The spiritual power he had channeled into the shield evaporated instantly, brittle as glass.

The shield, losing its stability, careened back and collided with him.

Pfft!

Qingming Sanren was propelled backward by the impact, blood erupting from his mouth.

Before he could even touch the ground, several arm-thick, crimson tentacles pierced the air, ensnaring his limbs and torso.

A wave of terror washed over Qingming Sanren as he desperately funneled spiritual power, attempting to wrestle free from the tentacles’ constricting hold.

The python-like tentacles coiled with crushing force, binding his limbs and exhaling a noxious, foul odor that permeated his meridians. Where this stench touched, his spiritual power immediately solidified.

The thrashing tentacles dragged the struggling Qingming Sanren to Song Wen’s feet.

"Fellow Daoist, we have no prior acquaintance! Why this sudden assault?" Qingming Sanren pleaded, his tone laced with desperation.

Song Wen remained impassive. His right hand contorted into a dark, verdant claw, which he then drove into Qingming Sanren’s chest.

The claw dug into the flesh, gave a slight twist, and was then withdrawn, extracting the still-pulsating heart.

"Aaaah..." Qingming Sanren’s shriek pierced the air.

Song Wen’s brow furrowed slightly, the sound seemingly a nuisance.

Swiftly, a tentacle already around Qingming Sanren extended upwards, crawling onto his face. It then dissolved into a slick of dark fluid, completely submerging Qingming Sanren’s head.

The piercing scream cut off abruptly, and an unnerving silence descended.

Song Wen’s frown eased.

With a flash of icy light, the Soul Cleaving Blade appeared next to the heart.

Its latent power held in check, the Soul Cleaving Blade meticulously sliced across the heart, peeling away layers until a ball of flesh, no larger than a walnut, was revealed.

"Is this the Void Demon Egg? Why is it so diminutive?" Song Wen questioned, his tone tinged with curiosity.

"Void is a general designation for myriad races, each with significant variations," the shadowy entity explained. "The size of Void Demon Eggs naturally differs accordingly." It then added, "Master, I request you open your Sea of Consciousness to permit my tentacle’s entry."

Song Wen complied.

Immediately, a tentacle emerged from Song Wen’s head, encircling the walnut-sized sphere of flesh.

The tentacle began to shift into a void-like state, and the flesh sphere mirrored this transformation.

The void-phased tentacle, still holding its prize, slowly drew back into Song Wen’s head.

Within Song Wen’s Sea of Consciousness, the shadowy being opened its maw and consumed the flesh sphere, a fleeting glimmer of satisfaction in its narrow eyes.

Concurrently, Song Wen reached down, liberating a cloth pouch from Qingming Sanren’s waist, and forcefully dispelled the divine soul imprint upon it.

In an instant, a dark silhouette erupted from the pouch, landing beside Song Wen – the Nether Fox.

The Nether Fox appeared entirely unscathed, radiating a vibrant energy.

"Master, you have arrived to liberate me!"

The Nether Fox’s voice was clear and melodious, filled with utter elation.

Its five tails swayed ceaselessly, brushing against Song Wen’s form.

Song Wen gestured dismissively, yet the luxuriant tails continued their rhythmic motion before him. With a flick of his hand, a gust of wind propelled the Nether Fox several meters away.

"It appears you’ve found a new benefactor and are thriving. Perhaps my intervention was unnecessary."

The Nether Fox’s eyes darted about, its limbs bending as it lowered itself to the ground in a kneeling posture.

"Master, your perception is infallible. My allegiance is unwavering; there is no other master."

It lifted a forepaw, indicated Qingming Sanren, and elaborated, "This human materialized unexpectedly, attempting to subdue me. I fought valiantly, but the disparity in our cultivation was too great, leading to my capture. Yet, even then, my devotion to you remained steadfast."

Song Wen surveyed the Nether Fox’s impeccably smooth and lustrous fur, a wry smile touching his lips.

It bore no resemblance to an animal that had endured a fierce struggle.

He surmised that the Nether Fox had likely yielded the moment Qingming Sanren appeared.

Song Wen shifted his attention from the Nether Fox to Qingming Sanren.

Aside from the Nether Fox, Qingming Sanren had also purloined four Gu insects.

However, a thorough search yielded no containers for these Gu specimens on his person.

Without any visible action from Song Wen, the blood covering Qingming Sanren’s head slowly receded, revealing his face.

Though his heart was missing, Qingming Sanren, as a Void Refinement Stage cultivator, possessed a formidable physique. His life force remained intact, though he appeared weakened.

"Who are you? Why did you attack me?" Qingming Sanren asked, his voice strained. Earlier, the blood covering his head had blocked his senses and divine sense, leaving him unaware of the events unfolding outside.

Song Wen sneered. "You raided my cultivation cave, stole my spirit beast and Gu insects, and framed the Li Clan of Qingyi City. It was only a little over a month ago—have you already forgotten, fellow daoist?"

Qingming Sanren’s eyes widened, his pupils filled with terror.

"How... how did you find me?"

"Where are my Gu insects?" Song Wen demanded sharply.

"In my right sleeve," Qingming Sanren replied. "There’s a gu cauldron there."

Upon hearing this, Song Wen didn’t reach for the gu cauldron. Instead, he flicked his finger, sending a surge of spiritual power that shattered Qingming Sanren’s sleeve.

As the tattered fabric fluttered to the ground, a fist-sized cauldron tumbled out with a clang.

Song Wen unleashed another burst of spiritual power, sending the cauldron’s lid flying off.

Immediately, four sesame seed-sized Gu were revealed, their bodies motionless, trapped in a deathlike slumber.

Song Wen’s expression turned icy as he glared coldly at Qingming Sanren.

"You deserve to die!"

Before the words had fully left his lips, the Soul Cleaving Blade darted forward, slashing repeatedly across Qingming Sanren’s body, carving away strips of flesh with each strike.

Qingming Sanren choked out inhuman roars, his bloodshot eyes bulging from their sockets as he fixed his gaze on Song Wen’s impassive face.

"Even in death, I won’t let you have your way."

The nascent soul in Qingming Sanren’s dantian suddenly surged with violent energy.

"Trying to self-destruct? Dream on," Song Wen scoffed.

A tentacle coiled around Qingming Sanren’s body suddenly pierced through his abdomen, crushing both his dantian and the nascent soul within.

(End of the Chapter)

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