Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1288: Repaying Kindness with Hatred

Translator: CinderTL

As they saw the transparent blades shooting toward them, the five daoists’ expressions turned ashen.

A divine sense attack!

They immediately huddled together and summoned their divine soul defensive magical artifacts, joining forces to defend themselves.

Instantly, a kaleidoscope of spiritual light erupted, enveloping the five daoists in a protective barrier.

However, the transparent blades effortlessly sliced through the spiritual light and pierced into their foreheads.

The five daoists collapsed to the ground, their bodies convulsing violently.

Heng Ziping suffered the most gruesome fate. While the others could still occasionally manage low, muffled screams, he remained utterly silent. After a few spasms, his body fell still.

Their divine souls severely damaged, the daoists’ attacks naturally ceased.

Suddenly, a figure burst from the deep pit.

The mutilated corpse, now reduced to a blackened skeleton except for its head, had lost all its flesh to decay.

The head had survived only because the corpse had shielded it with its hands, clearly fearing that the divine soul within would be harmed.

It stood suspended in mid-air, its crimson eyes blazing with hysterical madness.

As its eyes darted around, the mutilated corpse suddenly caught sight of a fleeting figure on the left wall of the tomb chamber.

"Youngling, I will devour your divine soul!"

With a furious roar, the mutilated corpse charged toward the left side of the chamber.

Song Wen’s heart leaped with joy at the sight of Jian Xiao and his companions severely wounded. But when he saw the mutilated corpse abandon the injured five and turn its murderous intent toward him, Song Wen’s heart tightened. His eyes scanned the surroundings, spotting a nearby doorway. With a flash of movement, he darted toward it.

Behind the doorway lay a small chamber, less than a hundred feet wide. A stone table stood in the center, and on it sat a wooden box no more than two feet long.

Song Wen raised his hand and unleashed a surge of spiritual power, lifting the box and storing it in his storage ring.

Then, he spun around abruptly, his eyes fixed on the doorway.

In the next instant, the mutilated corpse appeared outside the doorway.

"Die!"

A transparent blade materialized before the mutilated corpse, piercing straight toward Song Wen.

Instead of dodging, Song Wen charged forward to meet the blade head-on.

The mutilated corpse was faster, and this narrow chamber favored its approach.

The sharp blade didn’t pierce his forehead, but Song Wen felt as if a giant hammer had struck his head.

A wave of excruciating pain washed over him, causing him to stagger slightly.

Gritting his teeth, Song Wen endured the agony and continued charging toward the mutilated corpse.

The corpse seemed to have descended into a state of semi-madness.

That a Peak Void Refinement cultivator like Song Wen had withstood its divine sense attack without serious injury—a clearly abnormal occurrence—didn’t raise any alarm. Instead, it only fueled its rage.

"Why... why won’t you die!"

The mutilated corpse raised its claw, now only black bone, and lunged at Song Wen.

Pfft!

The claw plunged directly into Song Wen’s skull.

His head exploded instantly.

The force of the blow sent Song Wen’s body flying through the air.

Watching Song Wen’s corpse soar, the corpse’s madness intensified.

"Dead! Finally dead..."

Before it could finish speaking, it suddenly turned its head.

A blood-red tentacle was hurtling toward it.

The tentacle pierced directly through its shattered jawbone.

Its jaw opened, revealing snow-white fangs coated in foul, sticky mucus, poised to bite the tentacle. But suddenly, a powerful suction force struck it.

The suction was like a vortex that could swallow heaven and earth, leaving it utterly helpless. It forcibly dragged its divine soul toward the tentacle.

After a dizzying spin, it found itself in a Sea of Consciousness.

It looked up at the vast, boundless Black Hole above, its eyes devoid of fear, filled only with endless rage and madness.

"AHHHHHHH!"

Its roar startled the shadow void nearby, who couldn’t help but glance over.

"Why would Master imprison this madman in his Sea of Consciousness? Tsk tsk, its divine soul is severely damaged, and traces of heavenly thunder’s destructive power still linger..." The shadow void examined the mutilated corpse’s divine soul, muttering to itself.

Song Wen was naturally aware of the commotion in his Sea of Consciousness, but he had no time to spare. His form blurred into a phantom as he dashed out of the ear chamber.

The moment he entered the main chamber, his good mood, born from having defeated the mutilated corpse, instantly soured.

It was because Jian Xiao and the other three Body Integration Stage cultivators had recovered from the divine soul attack of the mutilated corpse.

Although all four were still lying on the ground, the expressions of agony on their faces had faded considerably.

Just then, Jian Xiao seemed to sense something and suddenly leaped to his feet.

His brow furrowed, and the veins on his forehead twitched slightly, clearly struggling to endure the intermittent, searing pain in his Sea of Consciousness.

Ignoring the discomfort, he quickly scanned his surroundings, his gaze finally settling on Song Wen like a sharp sword.

"Gou Jun, why did the mutilated corpse die?" Jian Xiao asked. Just moments ago, he had been consumed by the excruciating pain of the transparent blade piercing his Sea of Consciousness, leaving him completely unable to investigate his surroundings. Naturally, he had no idea what had transpired in the side chamber.

Song Wen, eager to eliminate Jian Xiao and Gu Huang, had not collected the mutilated corpse from the left side chamber.

Only after Jian Xiao saw that the corpse’s divine soul had been extinguished did he pose the question.

"Reporting to Senior Jian Xiao, this junior doesn’t know. It suddenly scattered its soul and spirit on its own," Song Wen replied casually.

As he spoke, Song Wen subtly changed direction, flying westward—the direction from which he had fallen into the tomb.

Simultaneously, he glanced at Wang Qiuyue on the ground. She had regained her clarity and was struggling to sit up.

"Scattered its soul and spirit on its own!" Jian Xiao exclaimed, his face a mask of astonishment.

Though he suspected Song Wen wasn’t telling the truth, he couldn’t think of a plausible alternative explanation at the moment.

Though the mutilated corpse’s divine soul was fragmented and incomplete, it still rivaled a Great Ascension Stage cultivator. It was impossible that Gou Jun, a Void Refinement Stage cultivator, could have slain it, right?

Noticing Song Wen’s hurried demeanor, Jian Xiao pressed him further.

"Gou Jun, where are you going?"

"To flee, of course. The mutilated corpse is dead. It might even alert the Xun Heaven Divine Ox."

Before the words had even faded, Song Wen had already reached the spot where the tomb chamber had collapsed.

He soared upwards, directly slamming into the rock wall above.

Jian Xiao suddenly remembered something. His divine sense surged out like a hurricane.

He quickly sensed that the left side chamber was completely empty, while the right side chamber still held two stone boxes.

"Boy, don’t run! Leave the treasures behind!"

With Jian Xiao’s roar, a flying sword shot out.

The flying sword blazed like a white rainbow piercing the sun, instantly crossing a thousand yards to reach Song Wen.

A bolt of Thunderlight suddenly erupted from Song Wen’s hand, but instead of blocking the flying sword, it struck the dome a few yards above.

Boom!

The flying sword pierced through Song Wen’s chest, instantly shattering his body.

Then, a thunderous roar echoed from above.

Boom!

The Thunderlight struck the dome.

The dome shattered instantly, revealing a ten-foot-wide hole through which stone steps could be faintly seen.

At the same time, countless fragments of rock and dust rained down, completely engulfing the shattered remains of Song Wen’s body.

"Life-Substitution Art!"

Jian Xiao’s eyes flashed with cold light as he stared at the bloodless fragments of flesh.

Just as he was about to pursue, a figure in pure white suddenly stood before him—Wang Qiuyue.

"Jian Xiao, if Gou Jun hadn’t destroyed the Bronze Corpse Coffin and broken the formation, we would have already perished. He’s our savior, yet you’re trying to kill him? Isn’t that a bit ungrateful?" Wang Qiuyue said.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, please step aside. I don’t want to make an enemy of you. But if you insist on obstructing me..."

Jian Xiao’s eyes turned icy. A two-foot-long short sword materialized in his hand.

The moment the short sword appeared, even before it was activated, it emitted waves of invisible Sword Qi.

Wang Qiuyue felt a torrent of razor-sharp energy crashing over her like a surging tide, piercing her cheeks with a stinging sensation as if countless needles were pricking her skin.

"A Profound Heaven Spirit Treasure!" Wang Qiuyue’s pupils contracted slightly, her expression becoming more serious.

"Fellow Daoist Jian Xiao, you stay here and compete for the treasures in the right-ear chamber. Leave Gou Jun to me! The ’Life-Substitution Art’ he used is identical to the one used by the demonic cultivator who severed my arm back then! I’ll settle this blood debt with him today!"

Gu Huang, who had somehow regained consciousness, suddenly shot forward, charging toward the hole Song Wen had blasted open.

(End of the Chapter)

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