Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1249: Unforeseen Calamity

Translator: CinderTL

Feng Mu did not answer Song Wen’s question directly, instead casting a sideways glance toward Mi Man, who was standing nearby.

"Fellow Daoist Feng," Feng Mu inquired, "besides attacking you, does your Gu also attack others?"

Song Wen responded, "It also attacks its own kind and has already devoured one."

"Do you believe your Gu is turning against its master?" Feng Mu queried.

Song Wen asked, sounding perplexed, "Senior, are you suggesting this isn't a case of a Gu turning against its master?"

"In my view, it is not," Feng Mu stated. "Similar to humans, a Gu’s soul undergoes a fundamental transformation upon reaching the fifth-tier. However, certain Gu are born with frail foundations and were never fated to achieve this level. Yet, through fortunate encounters or their master’s forceful elevation, they ascend to the fifth-tier. This disrupts their soul, clouds their will, and makes them exceptionally ferocious."

"Since you comprehend the reason, Senior, do you possess a remedy?" Song Wen inquired.

Feng Mu answered, "This matter is not pressing. We can delve into it further after the exchange conference concludes."

Song Wen looked at Feng Mu, finding his deliberate air of mystery puzzling, yet he still conveyed his appreciation.

"Then this junior thanks you in advance, Senior."

Song Wen clasped his hands in a formal greeting before turning back to his low table.

"Senior Brother Feng, did you obtain what you desired?" Mi Man asked, leaning in closer.

Song Wen gave a slight shake of his head.

"Well, that is now your predicament," Mi Man remarked. "You cannot renege on your promise to me."

Song Wen flipped his hand, presenting her with a storage pouch containing three thousand high-grade spirit stones.

Mi Man took the pouch, inspected its contents, and her eyes curved into pleasing crescents.

Securing three thousand high-grade spirit stones in a single night, without incurring any risks, had evidently elevated her mood.

Another hour elapsed.

Feng Mu returned to the plaza's center and declared the exchange conference at an end.

The assembly began to disperse, making their way back along the narrow route they had followed to arrive.

Suddenly, Feng Mu’s voice resonated within Song Wen’s mind:

"Fellow Daoist Feng, please await me by the small river a thousand miles to the east. I have a minor affair to attend to and will join you shortly."

Upon hearing this, Song Wen and Mi Man followed the others down the path.

After exiting the Mist, they journeyed together for several hundred miles.

By then, all the other cultivators who had participated in the exchange conference had scattered, leaving the pitch-black night sky devoid of any figures.

"Lei Yue, let us part ways here!" Mi Man announced. "Although I find you detestable, should you ever require my assistance in the future, do not hesitate to ask. Provided you offer sufficient spirit stones, I will exert every effort to aid you."

With that pronouncement, Mi Man ascended and flew toward Great Tan City.

Song Wen, conversely, headed north, flying over twenty thousand miles before making a circuitous route back to the small river Feng Mu had indicated.

It was now the final hour of the Yin Hour, the deepest part of the night.

The river, spanning several dozen feet across, flowed with a blackness akin to ink. The gnarled branches of the trees lining the banks twisted like the grasping claws of Fierce Ghosts.

Song Wen waited quietly for approximately fifteen minutes before Feng Mu finally materialized.

Feng Mu stood elevated high above, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding area before he spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, why are you here alone? Where is Miss Yue?"

"She has already returned to the sect," Song Wen replied. "Did you not instruct me to wait here, Senior? You made no mention of Junior Sister Yue."

Feng Mu’s voice abruptly took on an icy tone.

"I summoned you here precisely because of her! From the moment she first attended the exchange conference, she deliberately toyed with me, intensely provoking my desires. Yet, she refused to grant me even the slightest intimacy, all while extracting numerous benefits from me. At the most recent conference, she even swindled me out of several thousand high-grade spirit stones."

"Since then, she has strategically avoided the exchange conferences for an extended period, until today. Upon seeing her again, my heart surged with elation, but she remained distant and impassive. I immediately resolved to take her by force. Feng Mu has never failed to claim the woman he covets!"

As he articulated these words, the eyes visible beneath Feng Mu’s mask sharpened to a penetrating glare.

"She is your junior sister, is she not? Why did she not accompany you here?"

Song Wen’s expression instantly darkened.

"So, you are unable to resolve my Gu predicament after all?"

Feng Mu let out a sneer, "You are still preoccupied with the Gu worms? You ought to be more concerned about your own survival!"

Song Wen cursed silently, contemplating, 'What a seductive vixen!'

Yet, the predicament Mi Man had instigated had somehow landed squarely upon his own shoulders.

Whether it was his own misfortune or Mi Man’s incredible luck, he couldn’t determine.

"Youngster, since she isn’t here, this old man shall take his anger out on you!" Feng Mu bellowed, his spiritual power surging with great intensity.

An unseen force exploded outward, instantly cleaving numerous colossal trees in twain.

At that precise moment, another anomaly transpired. A second formidable aura advanced with haste.

Both Song Wen and Feng Mu swiveled their heads, their gazes locking onto the distant, inky black sky. The arriving figure was none other than the late-stage Void Refinement cultivator who had donned a ghost-faced mask during the exchange conference.

"Mu Tu, I have finally located you. I never imagined you would possess the nerve to conceal yourself near Great Tan City," a sinister voice rasped from beneath the mask.

Feng Mu’s features contorted with alarm. Completely disregarding Song Wen, he inquired coldly, "Who are you? How do you know my true name?"

The Ghost-Faced Cultivator proceeded to lower his mask, revealing the somewhat aged visage of a woman.

However, her face was marred by stiff scars, appearing like a cluster of burnt brown centipedes crawling across her skin.

Feng Mu—no, Mu Tu’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

"Bi Xiaoyu! It’s truly you! You’re still breathing!"

The elderly woman, identified as Bi Xiaoyu, directed a chilling glare at Mu Tu.

"Mu Tu, my current state is solely your doing. You purloined the Gu God Scripture, thus preventing me from subjugating the Bloodcry Mother-Child Gu. This is why I have transformed into this grotesque form..."

Mu Tu, exhibiting evident terror, attempted to flee before Bi Xiaoyu could conclude her statement.

But abruptly, nine Gu materialized around him.

These Gu bore a resemblance to translucent, azure jellyfish, each possessing two trailing tendrils. At the tip of every tendril shimmered a crimson crystal, leaving luminous trails as they floated through the nocturnal expanse.

The crystals adorning the tendrils discharged beams of scarlet light that converged overhead, constructing an elaborate formation.

This formation cast a blood-red veil of light, effectively cordonning off a region spanning a hundred miles in every direction.

Mu Tu appeared to recognize the formation’s formidable power, his expression sinking into utter despair.

"Xiaoyu, I erred in stealing the Gu God Scripture back then. However, your current condition bears no relation to me! You were unable to master the Bloodcry Mother-Child Gu yourself and consequently suffered the backlash."

Bi Xiaoyu’s gaze was sharp as a blade, her eyes fixing upon Mu Tu with biting fury.

"Still attempting to wriggle out of responsibility! I shall drag you back and subject you to the torment of a thousand Gu consuming your flesh daily!"

The formation diagram suspended in the sky suddenly conjured several Blood Sui chains, which began to coil around Mu Tu.

"Fellow Daoists," Song Wen’s voice intruded upon their exchange, piercing the air.

"Your grievance is of no concern to me. Yet, Mu Tu pledged to rectify the erratic nature of my Gu. Before you settle your dispute, would it not be prudent to address my predicament first?"