Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1232: Worry-Free Bewitching Qi

Whether Song Wen’s pronouncements held sway or Feng Xin himself came to the realization that deception towards Song Wen was futile, a brief pause preceded him presenting a crystal—the very kind he had been extracting earlier.

"Senior Ji, I have been mining Worry-Free Stones," Feng Xin declared.

Song Wen’s gaze fell upon the crystal in Feng Xin’s possession, his brow furrowing in query. "Worry-Free Stone? To what end is it employed?"

"Does Senior not possess knowledge of Worry-Free Stones?" Feng Xin inquired, his astonishment palpable. Yet, before Song Wen could formulate a reply, an explanation flowed forth.

"These stones are imbued with pristine Primordial Qi. When admixed with corpse qi, nether ghost qi, and specific venoms, they can be transmuted into Worry-Free Bewitching Qi. A mere wisp of this essence bestows an experience akin to divinity, with one's consciousness adrift in an ecstasy, all worldly concerns utterly vanquished."

"If your account holds true, young friend, this concoction represents a corrupting influence. What compels your fervent pursuit of it?" Song Wen probed.

A grin stretched across Feng Xin’s face. "Senior, perchance you are unaware, but for the majority of cultivators, Worry-Free Bewitching Qi is indeed a lethal bane to be shunned. Nevertheless, there perpetually exist those who yearn for ephemeral pleasures, particularly the self-important young masters and ladies who recognize no boundaries. Their sole desire is to exist in a perpetual dreamscape, and they are drawn to Worry-Free Bewitching Qi as fatally as moths to a flame."

He elevated a crystalline stone, continuing his discourse. "This solitary Worry-Free Stone alone commands a price of thirty high-grade spirit stones. During my recent venture, I procured fourteen such stones, all of which I tender to you, Senior, as tokens of my profound gratitude for preserving my existence."

As his words concluded, gemstone after gemstone materialized before him.

Song Wen extended a dismissive hand. "There is no necessity. These hold no allure for me. Retain them for your own behoof."

Perceiving Song Wen’s unyielding demeanor, Feng Xin offered no further discourse and carefully stowed the stones away.

"Little friend Feng," Song Wen commenced, "from whence did you glean intelligence concerning the Worry-Free Stones in this locale? And where do you envisage their exchange occurring?"

The refinement of Worry-Free Bewitching Qi necessitates not only Worry-Free Stones but also the acquisition of corpse qi and Yin Energy. Considering that the Southern Nether Continent regards itinerant cultivators as fiends and abominations, such a proscribed substance could never find open commerce.

Feng Xin must undoubtedly possess a clandestine conduit, one that facilitates his procurement of information regarding the Worry-Free Stone and his furtive dealings in this forbidden commodity.

Indeed, given Feng Xin’s cultivation echelon, he could not have undertaken a blind exploration of the Primordial Qi Death Zone. He must have possessed prior knowledge of the Worry-Free Stone’s presence there. Furthermore, it is improbable that he personally marketed the stones to those dissolute young nobles who craved them; another must have undertaken this task.

Song Wen harbored intentions of leveraging Feng Xin to establish contact with additional cultivators who frequented the Primordial Qi Death Zone, with the aim of utilizing them to survey the mountainous vale where the Six Fiends Hall was situated.

"Within Yangshi City resides an establishment known as the Moon-Drawing Pavilion," Feng Xin divulged. "The proprietor there not only disseminates bounties pertaining to the Primordial Qi Death Zone but also engages in the acquisition and sale of unique regional artifacts."

Song Wen inquired, "Are you acquainted with this proprietor, little friend?"

Feng Xin responded, "My cultivation rank is insufficient for the proprietor to accord me serious consideration. However, my aunt maintains certain connections with him and can facilitate a brief introduction."

"In that juncture," Song Wen declared, "would you be so kind as to facilitate such an introduction?"

"It is a matter of minimal consequence," Feng Xin assured him.

Yangshi City, though modest in its expanse, spanning merely a few dozen li, teemed with ceaseless activity.

A continuous influx and egress of individuals characterized the city—a confluence of cultivators and ordinary mortals. It stood as a nexus where the divine and the mundane commingled.

Under Feng Xin's guidance, Song Wen arrived at an inn bearing the name Moon Drawing Pavilion.

The inn presented a substantial scale—indeed, the most capacious within the city's confines.

Upon ingress through the primary portal and passage of the forecourt, a panorama of distinct, self-contained courtyards unfolded.

Traversing a meandering pathway, the pair eventually halted before a courtyard nestled deep within the inn's premises.

"Aunt, your nephew has arrived to pay his respects," Feng Xin announced, a percussive rap upon the door.

A brief interval ensued—

With a resonant creak, the courtyard gate swung inward, revealing a woman who still exuded a mature, captivating allure.

She was attired in a gossamer crimson robe, as ethereal as mist, its anterior partially unfastened, exposing a simple white bandeau adorned with twin lotus blossoms beneath.

The bandeau rested low, unveiling a expanse of alabaster cleavage.

Below, she wore naught but a pair of pale moon-hued undergarments—exceedingly brief, scarcely extending beyond her upper thighs. Her long, jade-like legs became visible beneath the sheer gauze skirt.