Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1270: Elder Xuan Qu’s Cause of Death Remains a Mystery

Translator: CinderTL

Song Wen carefully retrieved a jade box, placing the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew within. He clasped the box tightly in his hand, standing his ground rather than storing it in his storage ring.

By the time he finished, the cultivator who had previously spoken had already closed the distance to within three thousand feet.

The newcomer, enveloped in swirling wisps of Thunderlight, was clearly a disciple of the Profound Sky Sect. Instead of attacking Song Wen directly, he first observed him intently from head to toe.

"Fellow Daoist, your face is unfamiliar. Are you from the Myriad Swords Pavilion or the Spirit Jade Palace?"

"I am Fu Kaiyu, from the Fu Clan of Cultivation Sun City, affiliated with the Spirit Jade Palace," Song Wen replied. "May I inquire about your esteemed name?"

"The Fu Clan?" The cultivator's brow furrowed slightly, as if the Fu Clan of Cultivation Sun City was unknown to him. Nevertheless, he didn't dwell on it. "I am Ying Deng of the Profound Sky Sect."

Having never heard of "Ying Deng" either, Song Wen adopted an overly enthusiastic demeanor, as if encountering a celebrated figure. "Ah, the renowned Fellow Daoist Ying Deng! My sincerest respects."

Ying Deng paid no heed to Song Wen's effusive praise. His gaze settled on the jade box in Song Wen's hand. "Fellow Daoist Fu, although you were the first to claim this Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, I was the one who discovered it. I won't force you to give it up, but I am prepared to offer ten thousand high-grade spirit stones for it. What do you say?" As he spoke, Ying Deng's eyes sharpened, and a cold aura emanated from him.

Song Wen responded, "Fellow Daoist Ying Deng, this proposal seems rather unfair. I have spent over ten days searching the Nine Heavens Astral Wind, and this single drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew is all I have managed to find. It is hardly equitable for you to attempt to acquire it so effortlessly. Moreover..." Song Wen paused deliberately.

"While Pure Origin Heavenly Dew is indeed precious, this solitary drop is merely a trifle when aiming to break through to body integration. Why instigate unnecessary conflict?"

"You may possess only this one drop, but I certainly do not," Ying Deng retorted coldly.

Song Wen's eyebrows lifted, a subtle smile gracing his lips. "So, you have a considerable amount of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew in your possession?"

Ying Deng's expression immediately became guarded. "Do you intend to make a move against me?"

"Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken," Song Wen stated, gesturing with the jade box. "I am willing to sell you this drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew. However, I do have one request."

"Explain yourself," Ying Deng said.

Song Wen proposed, "While we are in the Turbid Spirit Realm, allow me to accompany you, fellow daoist. We can search for Pure Origin Heavenly Dew together. Until you have accumulated the necessary amount, all the dew we find will be yours. Afterward, any additional dew we discover will belong to me. What are your thoughts on this proposal, fellow daoist?"

Ying Deng’s lips twisted into a cold sneer. A halberd, fully ten feet in length, materialized before him. Thunderlight crackled around the weapon, its sinister azure arcs writhing like venomous serpents.

"We are strangers. Why would you extend such generosity? You merely wish to accompany me so you can wait until I have gathered enough Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, then strike when I am vulnerable. Since you are so ungrateful, perish!" With those words, the halberd sliced through the air, hurtling directly towards Song Wen.

Observing the halberd's ferocious descent, Song Wen shook his head. He had initially hoped that Ying Deng's ability to locate Pure Origin Heavenly Dew amidst the turbulent winds indicated a unique method of discovery, one that Song Wen could potentially exploit. Unfortunately, his covert plan had been perceived.

However, Ying Deng's suspicions were not entirely accurate. Song Wen had no need for a surprise attack to defeat him.

Suddenly, silver lightning erupted from Song Wen's form, completely enveloping him in a blinding radiance. With a deliberate flick of his hand, he unleashed a plasma blast akin to a millstone in size.

Boom!

The plasma projectile collided with Ying Deng's halberd. Silver lightning clashed violently with the deep azure energy, spawning countless writhing electric serpents that lashed out in every direction. In an instant, the surrounding gale-force winds were violently ripped apart, creating a zone of vacuum.

"I did not anticipate you also cultivating thunder magic," Ying Deng remarked, his eyes narrowing with a trace of disdain. "However, to display your thunder magic before a direct disciple of the Profound Sky Sect is utter arrogance!" His hands moved with astonishing speed, weaving a series of Thunder Incantations.

With a sound akin to a dragon's roar, the halberd unleashed. The deep azure thunderlight that had been dancing along its length suddenly intensified, morphing into a dark violet thunder.

The halberd's power escalated dramatically, easily shattering the barrage of plasma blasts and forcing Song Wen backward.

Before Song Wen, a bronze gong took shape.

Growing rapidly in the wind until it was dozens of feet wide, the gong transformed into a colossal golden barrier, serving as his shield.

"The Mountain-Quelling Gong!"

Ying Deng's face contorted in shock at the sight of the bronze gong.

"This artifact belonged to Elder Xuan Qu! It vanished after his demise. How did it fall into your possession?"

Clang!

Even before his question was fully uttered, the halberd collided with the gong, emitting a thunderous clang that seemed to shake the very heavens and earth.

Ying Deng’s gaze remained glued to the gong, his initial shock slowly giving way to incandescent fury.

"It appears you are connected to the one who harmed Elder Xuan Qu. Reveal their identity, and I shall grant you a swift end!"

With a roar born of pure rage, Ying Deng directed the halberd, which had been halted by the gong, to swerve through the air and strike once more with amplified force.

Crack!

At that precise moment, a deafening crack resounded from the sky above.

Ying Deng's head snapped upward instinctively.

A brilliant golden bolt of heavenly thunder pierced the howling Nine Heavens Astral Wind, plummeting directly toward him.

"The Divine Blood Gate's Nine Great Heavenly Thunder Secret Arts... You are one of them." Ying Deng's rage intensified further. "The Spirit Jade Palace has secretly conspired with the Divine Blood Gate, ushering you heretics into the Turbid Spirit Realm!"

With a raised hand, Ying Deng pointed at the halberd.

The weapon instantly reversed its trajectory, ascending like a furious dragon emerging from the abyssal depths, its blade aimed squarely at the descending golden thunder.

To his profound disbelief, the instant the long halberd met the golden thunder, the dark violet thunderlight encasing its blade disintegrated completely.

Overwhelmed by the golden thunder's might, the halberd let out a mournful shriek and was flung far away.

The golden thunder's power waned considerably, a faint wisp of its former glory continuing its trajectory toward Ying Deng.

Witnessing this, the fury on Ying Deng's countenance evaporated, replaced by a grim solemnity.

The Nine Great Heavenly Thunder Secret Arts certainly lived up to their formidable reputation. A solitary bolt of heavenly thunder had repelled his natal magic treasure.

With his adversary's true mystic treasure yet to be revealed, persevering in this confrontation would undoubtedly lead him to a disadvantageous position.

"Fu Kaiyu, do not grow arrogant! You shall not depart the Turbid Spirit Realm alive!"

Silver thunderlight erupted from Ying Deng's very being.

In a flash, his entire form dissolved into a streak of silver light, riding the tempestuous wind and vanishing without a trace.

"Attempting to flee? Not so easily!" Song Wen scoffed, his own body instantaneously transforming into a silver streak as he initiated pursuit of Ying Deng.

Both cultivators moved with extraordinary swiftness, far exceeding the capabilities of ordinary Void Refinement Stage cultivators.

Nevertheless, Song Wen maintained a discernible advantage.

Ying Deng's shock intensified as he realized he was not evading his pursuer; rather, Song Wen was steadily shrinking the distance between them.

"How do you possess knowledge of the Profound Thunder Nine Heavens Escape Technique?"