Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1263: Assassination

“Fellow Daoist Jing Bei, after residing in Great Tan City for a month—even intentionally revealing a weakness to Mi Man of the Spirit Jade Palace—not a single person detected your true identity. Your sect’s methods of concealment are truly superb.”

Fu Kaiyu followed Jing Bei through the air, purposefully maintaining a distance of two body lengths behind him, clearly displaying respect for the latter’s higher standing.

Perhaps to accommodate Fu Kaiyu’s early-stage Void Refinement cultivation, or perhaps because there was no urgency, their flight progressed at a leisurely pace.

A subtle smile played on the edges of Jing Bei’s lips, his visage radiating a sense of smug contentment.

“This isn't a concealment technique,” he explained. “It is the Corpse King’s Rebirth Art, the principal cultivation method for the core disciples of the Divine Blood Gate. This art fosters both orthodox and unorthodox paths, bringing yin and yang into harmony. It embodies the righteous magnificence of the Orthodox Path alongside the sinister enigmas of the Corpse Dao. So long as I do not unleash my full might, it is exceedingly difficult for anyone to perceive my true nature as a corpse cultivator.”

“Your sect truly merits its reputation as a paramount power within the mystic realm,” Fu Kaiyu offered a well-timed commendation. “Its foundations are deep, and its cultivation techniques are exceptionally refined.”

“Rest assured,” Jing Bei affirmed. “Should our expedition to the Turbid Spirit Realm prove successful, I shall personally endorse your admission into the Divine Blood Gate. While you might not attain the status of a core disciple and thus be unable to practice the Corpse King’s Rebirth Art, you will still be permitted to cultivate the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art. This technique itself ranks among the mystic realm’s foremost cultivation methods. Given your aptitude, achieving the Body Integration Stage should pose no impediment.”

“Then I offer my gratitude in advance, Master Jing Bei,” Fu Kaiyu responded, his face alight with flattery, his smile as brilliant as a blossoming chrysanthemum. “I pledge my unwavering service to you, attending to your every need!”

He then altered the subject, inquiring with feigned curiosity, “Master, I have heard whispers that your sect is overseen by a great power at the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Yet, the most formidable cultivators within the three major sects of the Southern Nether Continent have only reached the Great Ascension Stage. Furthermore, these sects are in constant opposition to yours. Why does your sect not simply eradicate them, thereby eliminating potential future threats?”

Jing Bei’s gaze drifted towards the deepening twilight sky, his expression one of mild bewilderment. “I myself am uncertain. The sect likely has its own strategic considerations…”

As he spoke, his countenance abruptly shifted to one of sternness. His mouth opened wide, and a diminutive Corpse Coffin emerged.

The Corpse Coffin expanded with remarkable speed upon encountering the wind, transforming instantaneously into a colossal barrier many dozens of feet in height, obstructing their advance.

Clang!

A sharp, metallic resonance echoed as the Corpse Coffin vibrated intensely.

Fu Kaiyu’s consciousness finally returned from its stupor. An assailant had ambushed them with a mere foot-long shard of metal. Had it not been for Jing Bei's swift action, he would have been powerless to repel the strike.

“You dare to ambush this venerable one? You court death!” Jing Bei bellowed, his voice filled with indignation.

Their attacker had clearly made meticulous preparations, selecting this isolated, uninhabited locale for the ambush. This, however, conveniently allowed Jing Bei to unleash his full capabilities without concern for attracting the attention of righteous cultivators.

The lid of the Corpse Coffin suddenly sprung open, revealing a Corpse Puppet standing nearly twice the height of a man.

Possessing eyes of crimson and swirling corpse qi, the Corpse Puppet lunged forward with lightning speed, hurtling towards a distant mountain peak.

Within the enveloping darkness of night, only a faint silhouette of the mountain was discernible.

Abruptly, two figures, one preceding the other, emerged forcefully from the mountainside.

Roar!

The leading figure emitted a corpse-like roar and charged headlong towards Jing Bei’s Corpse Puppet.

“Hmm, a corpse cultivator! And one who commands a profound corpse at the late sixth-tier,” Jing Bei observed, a flicker of surprise gracing his features.

However, this surprise swiftly morphed into a chilling, sardonic smirk.

“A mere profound corpse of the late sixth-tier is no match for my Corpse Puppet.”

Jing Bei’s assertion proved accurate almost instantly.

The two Corpse Puppets, each emitting an oppressive aura of Malevolent Qi, collided with a deafening impact.

A tempest of corpse qi, imbued with terrifying power, surged outward in all directions. Where it swept across, winds ripped through the clouds, mountains fractured, and ancient trees were violently uprooted.

The profound corpse of the late sixth-tier was immediately overpowered, sent hurtling backward to impact a colossal mountain.

Following closely behind the profound corpse was Song Wen.

He eschewed engaging in the battle of the Corpse Puppets. Instead, he exploited the momentary chaos to slip past Jing Bei’s Corpse Puppet and make a swift dash towards Jing Bei and Fu Kaiyu.

From his eyes, two crimson beams simultaneously erupted, striking the colossal Corpse Coffin.

Jing Bei, who was preparing to command the Corpse Coffin to attack Song Wen, was utterly shocked to discover his natal magic treasure resisting his control.

A wave of alarm washed over him, and he frantically channeled more spiritual power into the Coffin, desperately trying to reassert his dominion.

However, the situation quickly spiraled beyond his grasp.

In mere moments, the Corpse Coffin lost all stability and tumbled down towards the earth.

After striking the Corpse Coffin and causing its fall, the two crimson beams continued their path, hurtling directly towards Jing Bei.

"This ocular technique possesses the terrifying ability to nullify magic!" Jing Bei’s expression turned grim.

As a prominent core disciple of the Divine Blood Gate, Jing Bei managed to maintain his composure despite his internal panic. A sinister gleam flickered in his eyes as he casually sent a surge of spiritual power coiling around Fu Kaiyu, who stood nearby.

Fu Kaiyu had never foreseen such a betrayal from Jing Bei. Completely caught off guard, he had no chance to react before the spiritual power ensnared him and flung him towards the oncoming crimson beams.

A surge of panic gripped him as he hastily conjured a defensive shield.

"Fu Kaiyu, there is no need for you to panic," Jing Bei’s voice echoed. "Although these crimson beams are mystical and possess the power to nullify magic, they will not inflict harm upon your physical body. You will intercept these beams while I take care of our opponent."

Despite his deep skepticism, Fu Kaiyu understood he had no other recourse but to trust Jing Bei if he wished to survive.

With newfound resolve, Fu Kaiyu acted swiftly, retracting his shield and allowing the two crimson beams to impact his mana shield.

The mana shield disintegrated in an instant, lasting less than the blink of an eye.

The crimson beams plunged through, striking his chest.

Sizzle—

With a sound like flesh burning, Fu Kaiyu’s chest rapidly blackened and charred.

An agonizing pain coursed through him, yet a look of astonishment dawned on his face.

Just as Jing Bei had predicted, the crimson beams had indeed inflicted surprisingly minimal damage.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain erupted at Fu Kaiyu’s neck.

He found himself aghast as he realized his head had been severed from his body, sent soaring high into the air.

Meanwhile, Jing Bei had successfully utilized Fu Kaiyu as a temporary shield against Song Wen’s Divine Eye of Annihilation. Presently, an immense torrent of corpse qi erupted from his very being.

This corpse qi, as black as ink, intensified the already profound darkness of the night sky, transforming it into an even more ominous abyss.

The surging corpse qi swiftly enveloped his entire form.

Even the formidable Divine Eye of Annihilation posed no threat if it was unable to even locate its target.

As the corpse qi continued to accumulate and expand, it soon manifested as a vast lake of black corpse qi, stretching for a hundred miles.

From within the churning expanse of corpse qi, a monstrous serpent emerged from the lake, baring its fangs and claws as it ferociously lunged towards Song Wen.

(End of the Chapter)

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