Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1272: Natives Preyed Upon by Flat-Feathered Beasts

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"Since you stumbled upon this village and managed to acquire two Pure Origin Heavenly Dews from it, why then did you not seek out other indigenous settlements nearby, instead opting to brave the perilous Nine Heavens ravaged by Gang Qi?" Song Wen inquired.

Ying Deng responded, "How can you be certain I didn’t make an effort to find other villages? I scoured an area spanning a million miles in every conceivable direction and did locate two additional villages. However, neither of them harbored any Pure Origin Heavenly Dew. Furthermore, the inhabitants of those villages were considerably less potent than those here, with the most formidable among them only reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage."

Song Wen’s brow furrowed ever so slightly.

"Are you suggesting that villages devoid of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew invariably have weaker natives? Is it possible there's a correlation between the two?"

Ying Deng affirmed with a nod. "That is indeed possible. This village situated below likely chanced upon a Pure Origin Heavenly Dew by pure accident. They utilized it to bolster their strength and subsequently pursued more. Nevertheless, they have largely depleted their reserves. Therefore, it would be an exercise in futility to exhaust your efforts searching for similar villages."

Song Wen’s frown intensified, and he offered a subtle shake of his head.

While Ying Deng’s assertions held a degree of truth, the prospect of locating Pure Origin Heavenly Dew amidst the tumultuous gales was akin to finding a single needle within a vast ocean.

If they were fortunate enough to discover a native settlement that surpassed this current village in strength, they might potentially secure all the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew they required in a single, decisive encounter.

Moreover, although Ying Deng had surveyed a radius of a million miles, he had overlooked a critical element: the prevailing direction of the gale’s passage.

Following the main wind currents to discover indigenous settlements would undoubtedly amplify their prospects of obtaining Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.

"I appreciate you sharing this valuable information. It is now time for you to take your leave. Do you have any parting words to offer?" Song Wen asked.

Ying Deng’s eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Song Wen, his voice a venomous snarl.

"Upon my demise, the divine sense imprint residing within my body will inevitably be conveyed to you. The Profound Sky Sect shall exact vengeance for me! Your end will be a fate far more agonizing than anything I endure!"

"Heh," Song Wen emitted a soft chuckle. "You will not live to witness that day."

As he uttered these words, the cocoon of blood encircling Ying Deng began to constrict with alarming speed, accompanied by the gruesome sound of cracking bones.

Ying Deng’s eyes widened in utter rage, his gaze locked onto Song Wen, as if he yearned to rip him to shreds with his bare hands.

Suddenly.

With a heavy thud, the sole portion of Ying Deng’s form still visible beyond the crimson cocoon—his head—detached from his body and fell.

His entire physical structure had been utterly obliterated.

A tentacle, emerging from the blood cocoon, deftly wrapped around the severed head and pulled it back within the viscous confines.

Concurrently, another appendage extended outward, presenting a storage ring to Song Wen.

Song Wen accepted the ring, gave it a cursory examination, and retrieved two jade boxes containing the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, promptly transferring them to his personal storage ring.

He then casually pocketed Ying Deng’s discarded storage ring.

Without delay, Song Wen initiated movement, propelling himself southwestward on the currents of the gale.

Maintaining a low altitude, he could accurately discern the gale’s direction while simultaneously employing his shadow void technique to probe the terrain stretching out below.

After traversing a distance of less than three million li, he encountered his initial village.

This settlement was picturesquely situated amidst gently undulating hills.

It was inhabited by just over a thousand natives, subsisting in a state of primitive existence: they resided in caves, consumed raw meat and drank blood, and utilized rudimentary tools such as bone knives and stone axes.

As Ying Deng had accurately described, the inhabitants lacked any cultivation knowledge but possessed formidable physical prowess. However, the most powerful among them barely attained the rudimentary stages of Foundation Establishment.

Although Song Wen recognized the extreme improbability of such a physically weak village harboring any Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, and his Shadow Void divine sense had detected no trace of its presence, he nevertheless descended into the village.

He moved with the spectral swiftness of a phantom, infiltrating each native’s dwelling. By activating his Treasure Light Spirit Eye, he meticulously scoured every nook and cranny, remaining vigilant for any possibility that the natives might possess a spiritual artifact capable of masking the dew from divine sense detection.

His wariness was not unfounded.

Ying Deng had previously disclosed that the two drops of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew he had acquired were housed within a simple, crudely fashioned stone urn.

This unassuming urn contained Stellar Gold Sand, an substance that prevented the dissipation of Spiritual Qi and effectively masked its energetic fluctuations, rendering it virtually undetectable by standard divine sense.

Ying Deng had only discovered the dew after observing the natives reverently worshipping the urn, which sat upon a stone altar. Driven by curiosity, he had seized it for a closer examination, thereby uncovering the precious liquid concealed within.

The Treasure Light Spirit Eye, endowed with the extraordinary ability to perceive the subtle fluctuations of Spiritual Qi emanating from spiritual treasures with perfect clarity, proved ideally suited for this particular situation.

Song Wen’s swift and unannounced entry into the caves remained entirely undetected by the indigenous inhabitants.

His arrival was so swift, a mere flicker in the blink of an eye. Before anyone could even process his presence, he had vanished, leaving behind only the lingering sensation of a chilling, demonic wind.

A profound disappointment washed over Song Wen after exhausting his search through every single cave.

These insignificant hamlets, it seemed, held no trace of the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.

He ascended once more into the tempestuous sky, resuming his journey towards the southwest.

Having learned from his previous endeavor, he ceased personally investigating these minor settlements. Instead, he dispatched Shadow Void to conduct a scan with its divine sense before moving on at great speed.

After encountering more than a dozen disappointing locations and traversing untold millions of miles, he finally stumbled upon a settlement of moderate strength.

Though this village comprised only ten thousand souls, its most powerful combatant possessed a Qi and Blood comparable to that of a dragon, a strength that could rival a cultivator in the mid-stage of Nascent Soul.

As Song Wen loomed above the village, he witnessed it under assault from a pack of Flat-Feathered Beasts.

These beasts bore a striking resemblance to vultures, equipped with beaks as sharp as daggers, elongated serpentine necks, and utterly bald heads.

Their immense wingspans stretched beyond thirty meters, yet their cultivation was only at the third-tier. A faint silver lightning crackled around their imposing forms.

With every surge of silver lightning, the colossal avians amplified their speed, enabling them to descend like bolts of pure energy into the village below, snatching unsuspecting inhabitants before rapidly ascending once more.

Once they reached an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, they would tilt their heads back and unceremoniously swallow their quarry whole. Following this, they’d circle ominously in the heavens, seeking their next unfortunate victim.

This extreme level of caution was born from their deep-seated fear of the village's most formidable warrior.

This man stood well over six feet tall, adorned only with a simple hide wrapped around his waist. His bare chest was a dark, glistening expanse, his muscles sculpted and bulging as if forged from molten iron.

Despite his awe-inspiring physique, he suffered from a crucial limitation: he possessed no means of flight.

He could only watch in impotent fury as the Flat-Feathered Beasts mercilessly devoured his people. His eyes blazed with a molten copper intensity, yet he was utterly powerless to intervene.

With a ground-shattering stomp that fractured the earth beneath him like a shattered mirror, he launched himself skyward. However, lacking any aerial maneuverability, his assault was confined to a direct, linear trajectory. The Flat-Feathered Beasts effortlessly evaded his clumsy lunges.

He then resorted to ranged projectiles, but without proper implements, his only recourse was to hurl massive boulders. The Flat-Feathered Beasts, with their superior agility, dodged these hurled stones with contemptuous ease.

The remaining villagers, seized by panic, scrambled for safety. Some retreated into their rickety wooden dwellings, while others joined the hulking warrior in his futile attempts to fend off the beasts. Their collective strength, however, was pitifully inadequate, with none exceeding the third-tier, rendering them completely incapable of posing any real threat to the Flat-Feathered Beasts.

(End of the Chapter)

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