Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1375: The Unworthy Son

Translator: CinderTL

Seeing the two seventh-tier Zhenhou beasts suppressed one after another, Song Wen’s face lit up with joy.

"Fellow Daoist Yingwu, I owe you this victory. If I had been alone, I doubt I could have taken down even one of them."

Song Wen’s tone was sincere, and he wasn’t feigning. He knew that even with his strength and the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword, he wouldn’t have been fully confident in slaying the relatively weaker mother Zhenhou.

In the Abyss of Extinction, the Zhenhou beasts held every advantage, their power far surpassing that of cultivators of the same realm.

"No need for thanks. Just try to speak less falsely to me from now on," Ying Wu said.

"I swear upon my Dao heart that from this day forward, I will never utter a false word to you, Fellow Daoist," Song Wen declared with mock solemnity.

"Enough talk. Let’s enter the formation and collect the Zhenhou essence blood."

As Ying Wu finished speaking, a rift tore open in the sword formation barrier before her.

Song Wen passed through the rift and flew to the giant sword suppressing the male Zhenhou.

A waterfall of blood surged from beneath his feet, flowing down the giant swords and seeping into the underground rock.

Moments later, the blood returned to Song Wen’s body.

Before him now hovered a crimson blood sphere the size of a washbasin.

Song Wen retrieved a large jade bottle he had prepared beforehand and collected the blood sphere within.

He repeated the process, collecting the blood essence of the mother Zhenhou.

At that moment, the two giant swords began to crumble, and the surrounding barrier slowly dissipated.

In the corner of his eye, Song Wen saw nine flying swords emerge from the dissipating barrier and drift toward Ying Wu in the sky.

He knew this meant Ying Wu had ceased operating the sword formation.

Three more Blood-colored Tentacles erupted from Song Wen’s body, drawing the corpses of the male and female Zhenhou, as well as the little Zhenhou, before him.

The male and female Zhenhou were seventh-tier thunder-attribute demon beasts, their bones hardened by years of lightning trials—ideal materials for refining Spirit Treasures.

Their spines could be forged into flying swords, their tails into whips, their wings into thunder wings, and their ribs into daggers...

In short, every part of their bodies held immense value.

As for the little Zhenhou, Song Wen did not collect its blood essence.

The blood essence of a mere fourth-tier demonic beast was too thin in spiritual essence to be used for inscribing the Imperial Thunder God’s Sacrifice Platform.

Song Wen planned to seize its Thunder Art Talent instead.

Thunder Art Talent was elusive and unpredictable.

This didn’t mean that greater strength correlated with greater talent.

Therefore, Song Wen didn’t need to seek out powerful cultivators or demonic beasts to seize the Thunder Art Talent. Instead, creatures like the little Zhenhou—weak in strength but possessing a Divine Beast Bloodline—were the ideal targets for plunder.

When Song Wen produced the Spirit Beast Pouch and prepared to capture the little Zhenhou, the creature showed strong resistance.

Panic, fear, and timidity...

But not a trace of anger.

Even with its parents’ corpses lying before its eyes.

Even knowing they had died saving it.

Naturally, Song Wen cared nothing for a demonic beast’s emotions. He simply stuffed it into the Spirit Beast Pouch.

Then, dragging the two Zhenhou corpses, he flew toward Yingwu.

"Fellow Daoist Yingwu, thank you for your assistance this time. Please accept these two Zhenhou corpses as a token of my gratitude," Song Wen said with a wide smile.

Ying Wu remained silent, her eyes fixed on the sky above. Then, she broke through the Blackwater and soared upward.

Song Wen, puzzled, followed closely behind.

They burst through the churning waves and into the air. Ying Wu continued to gaze upward.

Curious, Song Wen looked up and saw:

Amidst the thunder-lit, dark clouds, a spirit beast of pure golden hue darted through the air, treating the lightning as if it were nothing.

The creature was serpent-like in form, no thicker than an inch across its body and no longer than four feet in length. Yet, two deer-like antlers crowned its head, and four clawed feet dangled beneath its belly.

"Could this... could this be the legendary divine beast—the True Dragon?" Song Wen asked, his face filled with disbelief.

"But how can a True Dragon be this small? And it doesn’t seem to possess any cultivation at all?"

Ying Wu didn’t answer, her gaze also fixed on the golden spirit beast in astonishment.

After about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the creature seemed to tire and turned westward.

"Let’s go! Follow it!" Ying Wu whispered, then dashed off.

Song Wen hesitated, not immediately following.

To him, Yingwu’s actions seemed reckless.

Though this spirit beast appeared to possess no cultivation, what if a powerful demon beast stood behind it? Or what if the beast itself was incredibly strong, merely transforming its form and concealing its aura? Rushing after it would be courting death.

Yingwu’s reaction to the mystical beast was like—

A starving dog spotting feces, a hungry wolf seeing meat, a starving man seeing a widow...

Song Wen glanced at the corpses of the two demon beasts beside him, gritted his teeth, and finally followed.

But he trailed far behind Yingwu.

As they ventured deeper, Song Wen was astonished to find the surrounding lightning growing sparser, until it vanished completely.

He looked up at the sky, where pitch-black clouds, thick as an abyss, were riddled with thunderlight, making the dark mass glow.

The mid-air where they hovered was dimly illuminated, yet not a single thunderbolt fell.

In the heart of the Abyss of Extinction, there was a region devoid of lightning.

Moreover, their divine sense was severely suppressed, allowing them to perceive only a few miles around.

Song Wen’s heart fluttered with unease, the feeling rapidly spreading through his entire body.

The more abnormal things became, the more dangerous they were.

He increased his escape speed, catching up to Ying Wu.

"Fellow Daoist Yingwu, we should turn back."

Ying Wu shook her head, not even glancing at Song Wen, her gaze fixed on the amber spirit beast in the clouds.

"I have a premonition that as long as one’s strength hasn’t reached the eighth-tier or Great Ascension cultivation, this area is safe."

Song Wen stared in astonishment.

Could such an ethereal intuition be trusted?

You must be deluded by that amber spirit beast!

"I don’t know when it started, but I’ve had this special sense. I can detect approaching dangers or ill-intentioned individuals. This sense has never been wrong!" Ying Wu continued.

Song Wen remained skeptical.

But then, he suddenly remembered: before entering the Abyss of Extinction, he had gathered extensive intelligence about the area, yet none of it mentioned any eighth-tier demon beasts.

Perhaps there were simply no eighth-tier demon beasts in the Abyss of Extinction.

Of course, it was also possible that they had once existed, only to be eradicated by some powerful entity.

Could her intuition actually be true?

As Song Wen gazed at Ying Wu’s determined back ahead, his pupils suddenly constricted.

This ability of Ying Wu’s was utterly unheard of!

Even the most miraculous secret arts in the world probably couldn’t cultivate such a power.

Ying Wu paid no attention to Song Wen’s shock and continued flying forward.

But after flying another dozen miles or so, she suddenly stopped.

"Ji Yin, quickly look! What is that?" Ying Wu’s voice was a mix of shock and delight.

Hearing her, Song Wen hurried to her side. In the dim light of the thunderlight filtering through the dark clouds above, he could vaguely make out a reef exposed above the water, about twenty to thirty miles ahead.

On the reef lay a pale blue-green ox.

The ox had no horns on its head.

Even more bizarrely, it had only one leg, growing from the center of its abdomen.

(End of the Chapter)

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