Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1234: Not a Moment’s Rest

Translator: CinderTL

"What does that Master want with this demon?" Song Wen inquired.

"What else could it be?" Yan Tong responded with obvious scorn. "To satisfy their twisted desires, naturally."

Song Wen’s lips curved slightly at that.

Having witnessed the might of Wei Gu’s Black Wolf Void Demon, he had initially presumed the so-called Master sought to command a void fiend as an ultimate weapon. He had never conceived it was for carnal pleasure.

Yet Bu Ren, who had consistently appeared impatient and lecherous, shot Yan Tong a dark, menacing glare upon hearing this.

"Hold your tongue," Manager Yin cautioned sternly. "Speak carelessly, and disaster will befall you."

Yan Tong disregarded the caution, turning to depart the courtyard.

"Farewell, everyone. We shall meet again in three days," he announced as he walked off.

"Then I shall take my leave as well," Song Wen stated, cupping his hands in farewell to the remaining three before proceeding to follow Yan Tong out of the courtyard.

As Song Wen exited the courtyard, he observed that Bu Ren had followed him out.

Both Bu Ren and Yan Tong were lodging at the Moon-Drawing Pavilion.

Returning directly to his own courtyard, Song Wen entered his chamber, assumed a cross-legged position on the low couch, and commenced meditating to regulate his breathing.

The blazing sun receded, and night enveloped the land.

That very night, a sudden rap echoed at the courtyard gate.

"Why would Feng Youyou arrive here in the dead of night?"

As Song Wen vocalized his bewilderment, he swiftly moved to the courtyard gate and opened it.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, what brings you to my humble dwelling at this unseemly hour?"

"What, Fellow Daoist Ji, will you not invite me in to rest for a moment?" Feng Youyou’s eyes sparkled with a hint of alluring charm as their gazes met.

"Please, come in promptly," Song Wen urged, gesturing for her to enter.

He guided her into the small courtyard and was about to request she be seated at the stone table when she spoke.

"The night is profound, the dew is heavy, and the wind bites cold. How could you bear to leave a delicate woman like myself outside, exposed to the chilling gust?"

"My apologies for the oversight. Pray, come inside," Song Wen conceded.

Once within, Feng Youyou surveyed the room before declaring, "Fellow Daoist Ji, please secure the door and activate the restriction formation."

Song Wen complied without hesitation, enacting her instructions. He then queried, "Fellow Daoist Feng, what pressing matter compels your visit so late?"

Feng Youyou leaned forward slightly, drawing her countenance nearer to Song Wen’s. She regarded him with a radiant smile.

"Fellow Daoist Song, the long night stretches endlessly, proving unbearably solitary. I arrived alone. What else could I possibly desire?"

As she uttered these words, her slender hand grazed lightly against her chest, lowering the already décolleté bodice by another inch, unveiling even more of her alabaster skin.

A subtle smile played on Song Wen’s lips. He extended his arm to draw Feng Youyou into an embrace, but she artfully sidestepped his advance.

"Fellow Daoist Ji, do not be so hasty," Feng Youyou cooed sweetly. "I still have something of import to impart."

Song Wen’s brow lifted slightly, sensing the true objective of their rendezvous was on the cusp of revelation.

Feng Youyou, Manager Yin, Bu Ren, and Yan Tong were all consummate strategists. In comparison, even Bai Wei, a cultivator at the Body Integration Stage, appeared almost unsophisticated.

Perhaps apprehensive that the courtyard’s inherent formation might not entirely thwart prying senses, Feng Youyou activated an additional soundproof barrier, encompassing the entire dwelling.

With these precautions established, she gracefully approached the wooden table in the chamber, took a seat, retrieved the teapot and a teacup, poured herself a serving of tea, took a delicate sip, and then commenced speaking at a measured pace.

"This mission to apprehend the Beauty Snake is far from the straightforward affair Manager Yin has presented."

"On what grounds do you assert this?" Song Wen inquired, taking the seat opposite her.

Feng Youyou elucidated, "It is true that certain aberrant individuals within the various sects and noble families derive pleasure from manipulating rare and peculiar entities. However, such perversions are universally condemned. Exposure would invariably lead to their utter ruin and disgrace. These sects and families hold their esteemed reputations paramount. Consequently, should a formidable figure genuinely covet the Beauty Serpent, they would never delegate the task to external parties. They would either pursue it personally or dispatch their most trusted emissaries. They would certainly not casually enlist a group of strangers for such a delicate undertaking."

"Fellow Daoist, are you positing that this bounty mission is a fabrication?" Song Wen questioned. "Does Manager Yin harbor concealed intentions?"

"The mission itself is likely genuine," Feng Youyou replied. "My suspicion is that the Beauty Serpent isn’t actually on Changtong Mountain. The Master probably went there himself but failed to find it. Given the Primordial Qi Death Zone’s inherent dangers, he’s unwilling to risk his own life and was forced to issue this bounty."

"So, you’re saying this mission is... like searching for a needle in a haystack?" Song Wen asked.

"Precisely," Feng Youyou confirmed.

"But if they’re offering such a staggering reward—100,000 high-grade spirit stones—the mission can’t be that simple. Aren’t you overthinking this?" Song Wen countered.

"Caution is the key to survival," Feng Youyou insisted. "We must not let our guard down. I came here tonight to propose a gentleman’s agreement: we’ll watch each other’s backs in the Primordial Qi Death Zone and overcome these challenges together. What do you say, Fellow Daoist?"

"I couldn’t ask for anything more," Song Wen replied. "I know very little about the Primordial Qi Death Zone. Having your assistance would be invaluable."

Hearing this, Feng Youyou’s eyes sparkled with a captivating smile.

With a swift movement, she circled the wooden table, pressed herself into Song Wen’s arms, and settled onto his lap.

Her crimson lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

"Fellow Daoist, your straightforwardness deserves a proper reward. I only wonder if you’ll find my humble appearance too plain?"

Song Wen lowered his gaze to the soft breasts so close to him, then wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

"Fellow Daoist, your charm is undeniable. Am I truly such a boor as to be unmoved by your allure?"

As he spoke, Song Wen lifted her from the wooden chair and carried her toward the low couch.

Giggle...

Feng Youyou let out a silvery laugh, then pressed her crimson lips fiercely against Song Wen’s mouth.

The next morning, Song Wen reclined on a low couch, watching Feng Youyou dress. "Fellow Daoist Feng," he asked, "it’s barely past dawn. The sky is still dark. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Feng Youyou’s cheeks flushed slightly, the lingering warmth of the night still having effect. She glanced at Song Wen, her eyes carrying a hint of reproach.

"There’s plenty of time ahead. Why be greedy for a fleeting moment? We’re about to depart for the Primordial Qi Death Zone, and I have matters to attend to."

With that, she floated toward the door. Just as she reached for the handle, she paused and turned back to Song Wen.

"Fellow Daoist Ji, don’t forget our gentleman’s agreement."

"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Feng," Song Wen replied. "Ji Lin always keeps his word. Besides, even without an agreement, I couldn’t stand by and watch a beauty like you, with your moon-like face and flower-like grace, fall into danger without lifting a finger."

Feng Youyou smiled sweetly, revealing a row of pearly white teeth.

"Oh, and be wary of Bu Ren. His origins are shrouded in mystery—he’s never been seen in Yangshi City before. Yesterday was only the second time I’ve encountered him."

"Thank you for the warning, Fellow Daoist Feng. I’ll be extra cautious," Song Wen said.

Feng Youyou nodded slightly, then turned and left the room, departing the courtyard without another word.

As her figure vanished beyond the courtyard gate, Song Wen closed both the gate and the room door. Then, within his Sea of Consciousness, he spoke.

"Shadow Void, track her movements."

As he spoke, Song Wen opened his Sea of Consciousness, allowing Shadow Void to probe the outside world.

After a moment, Shadow Void reported, "She’s returned to her courtyard."

"Huh! Why is she leaving again?"

"She’s knocking on the courtyard gate of another residence."

"The gate opened—it’s Bu Ren!"

"They’ve both entered the courtyard."

At this point, Song Wen interjected, "Can you monitor the situation inside the courtyard?"

"Yes," Shadow Void replied.

"Listen to what they’re saying," Song Wen instructed.

Shadow Void didn’t respond immediately. After waiting for about the time it takes to brew half a cup of tea, it finally reported, "She’s making some kind of gentleman’s agreement with Bu Ren, promising mutual support in the Primordial Qi Death Zone. She also warned him to be wary of you, Master, claiming your origins are unclear."

"Bu Ren tore her clothes, and they tumbled onto the bed."

Hearing this, Song Wen suddenly recalled that his meeting with Feng Youyou, Manager Yin, and the other four men in Feng Youyou’s courtyard had taken place in the morning.

After concluding their business, he, Bu Ren, and Yan Tong had left almost simultaneously, leaving only Feng Youyou and Manager Yin behind.

However, Feng Youyou made her appearance only as darkness fell.

Could it be that during that period, Feng Youyou had...?

This woman truly knows no rest!

(End of the Chapter)

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