Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1356: Blazing Peach Blossoms

Translator: CinderTL

Ying Wu’s expression turned icy, her eyes radiating a chilling frost.

"Fellow Daoist Ye Hua! Out of respect for our shared path and your generous gift of the Bodhi Spirit Core—a peerless Spirit Herb—I’d rather not fall out with you. But I must ask you to show some respect."

Even after speaking, Ying Wu remained deeply offended, her anger simmering. She continued, "I once believed you were different from those shallow fools. But it seems crows are black the world over—you’re just another one obsessed with appearances."

Song Wen seemed to have anticipated Ying Wu’s reaction. He showed neither anger at her rebuke nor discouragement at her rejection.

"The love of beauty is universal. I admit, your beauty struck me like a celestial vision at first sight. But..."

Song Wen met Ying Wu’s gaze directly, his eyes clear and sincere, his voice steady and measured, each word distinct.

"May we find one true heart, never to part, even in old age!"

"My admiration extends far beyond your ethereal beauty and jade-like features. I also cherish your unwavering devotion to the Dao and your ingenious ideas for cultivating demon beasts."

"Beauty fades like spring blossoms, destined to wither. But your extraordinary talent will shine eternally, illuminating the ages!"

The frost in Ying Wu’s eyes flickered, like the moon’s reflection on a cold pool suddenly disturbed by a spring breeze, creating barely perceptible ripples.

But the ripples vanished in an instant, and the pool froze over once more.

At that moment, Song Wen abruptly slapped the black Spirit Beast Pouch at his waist.

A monstrous creature materialized.

The monster had a human head and torso, its upper body covered in black scales. Below the waist, it possessed nine slick, purplish-black tentacles, each ending in deformed, claw-like appendages resembling human hands, their tips sharp and hooked.

It was the fifth-tier Beauty Serpent!

Having been confined in the Spirit Beast Pouch for over forty years, deprived of Primordial Qi nourishment, the Beauty Serpent appeared somewhat weakened.

Its two violet eyes darted around, instantly assessing its predicament.

Suddenly, its nine tentacles went limp, spreading flat on the ground. Its body slowly lowered, and it tilted its head back, gazing up at Ying Wu, the more powerful of the two cultivators. A watery sheen glazed its eyes, conveying a pitiful, almost pathetic air, like a stray cat begging for food by the roadside.

Yet its carefully crafted display of helplessness failed to elicit even a flicker of attention from either cultivator.

"This..."

Ying Wu’s eyes widened instantly, her face filled with disbelief.

"It’s a Beauty Serpent!"

After examining the Beauty Serpent for a long moment, Ying Wu finally looked up at Song Wen. The coldness in her eyes had vanished, replaced by overwhelming joy.

"Ye Hua, I..."

Ying Wu tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat.

The object of her years of longing was suddenly before her, and her joy and excitement were palpable.

Yet she had just harshly rebuked "Ye Hua," only for him to unhesitatingly reveal the Beauty Serpent to her. His intention was clearly to gift this void fiend to her, leaving Ying Wu feeling deeply guilty.

"This is a gift for you, fellow daoist," Song Wen said. "I apologize for my earlier rudeness. Please don’t hold it against me."

Ying Wu stared at Song Wen, her expression complex, as if she had a thousand words to say.

After a moment of silence, she finally sighed softly.

"I misunderstood you earlier, fellow daoist. I thought you were like those shallow men who lust after beauty, and my words were too harsh. Please forgive me."

"You’re too kind, fellow daoist. Please accept this gift. May the Beauty Serpent lend you strength to fulfill your heart’s desire soon," Song Wen replied.

"Such a generous gift makes me feel unworthy," Ying Wu said, her slender jade fingers stroking the Beauty Serpent’s cold scales. "Perhaps... you could name a condition, fellow daoist?"

Song Wen stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing up at the white mist swirling in the sky.

"If I were to ask for anything... I would only wish that, should I ever pass by Great Communication Lake again, you would not refuse me entry to your esteemed island. I would be honored to sit with you, discuss the Dao, and share a cup of wine in good cheer."

"Is that all?" Ying Wu asked, slightly taken aback.

"You know my feelings well, fellow daoist. But alas, like a fallen flower yearning for the flowing stream, my affection is unrequited. I could never force my feelings upon you," Song Wen replied with a bittersweet smile.

Ying Wu lowered her gaze, as if pondering his words or perhaps avoiding the intensity of his affection.

"Share a cup of wine in good cheer? Why wait for another day! Come with me."

With a graceful leap, Ying Wu darted toward the western side of the island.

Song Wen followed closely behind.

As the pair departed, the Beauty Serpent remained alone in the clearing.

Its mind suddenly stirred with activity, its eyes darting around.

Suddenly, a black vine shot out from a nearby pit, ensnaring the Beauty Serpent before it could react and dragging it into the depths below.

Song Wen followed Ying Wu to the western shore of the island.

The lake water surged and crashed against the cliffs, sending up plumes of spray like shattered snow.

The thunderous roar of the waves filled the air, and foam flew on the wind.

Perched atop the cliff’s edge stood a pavilion overlooking the abyss.

The two entered the pavilion and faced each other across a stone table.

"Though I rarely drink, I do possess fine wines," Ying Wu said, waving her hand. A two-foot-tall gourd instantly appeared on the table.

"This wine was gifted by our sect’s Ancestor Yuanrong. It’s said to be the highest-grade spirit wine in this realm, a rare and precious treasure."

As Ying Wu spoke, her divine sense continued searching through her storage ring. She paused slightly, as if she hadn’t found what she was looking for.

"I haven’t eaten or drunk in ages, so I don’t have any cups—not even bowls. Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment while I have someone bring some."

On this vast island, teeming with demon beasts and poisonous insects, Ying Wu couldn’t possibly manage everything alone. She commanded dozens of cultivators who resided here.

"No need to trouble yourself. I have some here," Song Wen said, and two jade wine cups materialized in mid-air, hovering before them.

"I’ll pour the wine," Ying Wu said, picking up the gourd, releasing its restriction, and removing the stopper.

As she tilted the gourd, an amber liquid flowed out in a gentle stream, filling Song Wen’s jade cup.

Instantly, a clear, refreshing, and mellow fragrance filled the air, its aroma penetrating directly into their divine souls, as if it contained the concentrated essence of heaven and earth refined over millennia.

Once both cups were filled, Ying Wu raised hers.

"Fellow Daoist Ye Hua, I will forever remember your kindness. This cup is to honor you!"

With these words, she tilted her head back and drained the cup in a single gulp.

Seeing this, Song Wen smiled, raised his own cup, and drank it down in one smooth motion.

The moment the wine touched his tongue, a clear, sweet, and mellow flavor blossomed, then transformed into countless fine streams that flowed through his meridians, coursing through his entire body.

Buzz...

Song Wen’s hand holding the cup suddenly trembled. The scenery before him began to distort and stretch strangely, and Ying Wu’s smiling face split into multiple overlapping images in his vision.

Song Wen’s heart jolted with alarm. The wine had truly penetrated his divine soul, causing his consciousness to drift.

In the next instant, the Black Hole hovering above his sea of consciousness suddenly emitted a powerful suction, devouring the invading force.

Immediately, clarity returned to Song Wen’s eyes.

He looked up and saw:

Ying Wu’s cheeks flushed crimson, like blooming peach blossoms. Her body swayed like a willow in the wind, her gaze hazy, shy, and alluring.

"Ye Hua... I... I can’t marry you..."

She seemed heavily intoxicated, her words slurring slightly.

"Marriage is too troublesome... It creates too many entanglements between two people. But... I can... I can give you my body..."

(End of the Chapter)

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