Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1380: The Ferocity of the Ambush

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Translator: CinderTL

Song Wen’s eyes shifted behind the translucent soundproof barrier as he gazed at the surging river before him.

The rapids crashed against the riverbank rocks, sending up snow-white spray that shimmered with an eerie light under the sunlight.

His choice to conduct the transaction with Duan Huo on the riverbank downstream from the market was no accident.

For instance, several miles beneath where Song Wen stood flowed a hidden river, its course diverging from the surface stream.

Tens of thousands of miles downstream from this subterranean river lay a vast lake.

In the event of an emergency, these waterways could serve as escape routes.

Moreover, Song Wen had secretly planted a Cosmic Transformation Incarnation in the riverbed silt. This Incarnation could be activated during an escape, splitting into two entities: one fleeing along the surface river, the other along the hidden stream, thus dividing the pursuers’ attention.

True to his cautious nature, Song Wen hadn’t remained idle after parting ways with Duan Qingwan the previous day. He had come to the Duan Clan’s market to gather intelligence.

The only regret was his failure, despite considerable effort, to obtain a deployment map of the market’s defensive formation.

Had he secured this map, he could have chosen a transaction site outside the formation’s range, eliminating any risk of being trapped within the market’s defenses during a confrontation with Duan Huo.

"Senior Duan Huo, to be frank, Master did provide me with spirit stones to buy out the information, but not seven hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones—only five hundred thousand. Master instructed me to negotiate a lower price. Would Senior be willing to consider it?" Song Wen asked, feigning complete honesty.

The smile vanished from Duan Huo’s face, replaced by a skeptical glint in his eyes as he stared intently at Song Wen.

"Little friend, that’s not what you said earlier!"

"Previously, I didn’t mention this because I sensed Senior had no intention of lowering the price," Song Wen explained. "Instead, I invited you to meet Master directly."

"Who exactly is this person behind you?" Duan Huo demanded coldly.

Feng Xin had just claimed to lack the spirit stones for a buyout and insisted on consulting his "Master" before making a decision. This sudden change of heart naturally aroused Duan Huo’s suspicion.

"I must ask for Senior’s understanding," Song Wen replied. "I cannot reveal Master’s identity."

"Since you refuse to disclose even their identity, let’s end this here. There’s no need for further negotiation—I will not agree to a lower price, and I certainly won’t meet your Master!" Duan Huo declared.

With that, he turned to leave.

Song Wen, who had been hesitating moments before, quickly responded.

"My Master is Ancestor Yuanrong of the Myriad Swords Pavilion."

"Ancestor Yuanrong!"

A flicker of shock crossed Duan Huo’s eyes.

He had initially assumed that "Feng Xin" was backed by a mere Body Integration Stage cultivator, never imagining it could be Yuanrong himself.

Yuanrong certainly had reason to want Gou Jun dead. Ever since learning of Jian Xiao’s death and Gou Jun’s involvement, Yuanrong had placed a sky-high bounty on Gou Jun’s head, which remained in effect to this day.

"Senior, would you consider lowering the buyout price to five hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones out of respect for Ancestor Yuanrong? Alternatively, would you accompany this junior to meet Ancestor Yuanrong in person?"

Duan Huo stared at Song Wen with suspicion. He naturally wouldn’t take Song Wen’s words at face value. However, if they were true, Ancestor Yuanrong was not someone he could afford to offend.

The fact that the other party was willing to pay a million high-grade spirit stones for mere information was already an astronomical sum. Demanding more would only reveal his insatiable greed, provoking Ancestor Yuanrong’s wrath. In that case, death and the dissipation of his Dao would be the least of his worries; the entire Duan Clan would suffer alongside him.

"Little friend, are you truly acting on Ancestor Yuanrong’s behalf?" Duan Huo demanded.

"This matter can be easily verified with a simple inquiry. How would this junior dare deceive you, Senior?" Song Wen replied, producing a storage ring from his sleeve and offering it to Duan Huo.

"Senior, here are the remaining five hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones. Would you be willing to lower the price?"

Duan Huo cautiously accepted the storage ring, his expression immediately shifting to greater suspicion.

Inside the ring were indeed five hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones, bringing the total to one million when combined with the previous amount.

It was rare for an ordinary Body Integration Stage cultivator to possess such a vast sum of spirit stones at once.

This made Duan Huo believe Song Wen’s words even more.

There might truly be a Great Ascension Stage cultivator backing "Feng Xin." Whether it was Yuanrong remained uncertain, but with only a handful of Great Ascension Stage cultivators in the entire Southern Nether Continent, the Duan Clan couldn’t afford to provoke any of them. Whether it was Yuanrong or not became irrelevant.

As Duan Huo stared at the storage ring in his hand, lost in thought, he suddenly sensed a strange surge of divine sense emanating from "Feng Xin."

"A Body Integration Stage cultivator!"

Duan Huo’s eyes widened in shock.

The divine sense signature radiating from "Feng Xin" clearly indicated cultivation at the Early Body Integration Stage.

The fact that this person had disguised himself as a Void Refinement Stage cultivator to approach him meant he harbored malicious intentions.

Duan Huo instantly retreated.

Simultaneously, a long saber materialized before him, slashing directly at Song Wen’s face.

Faced with the blade inches from his face, Song Wen showed no sign of dodging.

The God-Slaying Thorn had been fully unleashed, condensing into nine transparent, razor-sharp blades that pierced Duan Huo’s forehead just before his longsword could strike Song Wen.

"Aaaah—!"

Duan Huo’s agonizing scream tore through the air.

His violently retreating body slammed into the slick, moss-covered rocks, sending him tumbling into the surging river below.

With Duan Huo’s control severed, the longsword lost its aim. Song Wen sidestepped it with mere inches to spare, the blade slicing harmlessly through the air behind him.

Everything happened so swiftly that Duan Qingwan couldn’t even grasp what had transpired.

She had only seen Duan Huo suddenly recoil, summon his natal magic treasure, and slash at ’Feng Xin’ as the soundproof barrier shattered.

But in the next instant, Duan Huo collapsed, his longsword missing its target and arcing wildly into the sky behind him.

Then she noticed that two blood-colored tentacles had sprouted from ’Feng Xin’s’ hands—one coiling toward her, the other reaching for Duan Huo, who was about to plunge into the river.

The tentacle struck with blinding speed, leaving Duan Qingwan no time to react before it coiled around her. A torrent of blood erupted from the tentacle, rapidly spreading across her body and encasing her completely within moments.

Instantly, Duan Qingwan’s vision was reduced to a crimson haze. Her five senses and divine sense were completely blocked, severing her connection to the outside world.

She channeled her spiritual power, desperately trying to break free.

However, the blood encasing her proved as impenetrable as a copper wall or iron fortress, far beyond the capabilities of a mere Divine Transformation Stage cultivator to breach.

The blood then seeped into her body through her orifices and skin, sealing her meridians and rendering her unable to mobilize even a trace of spiritual power.

Having subdued Duan Qingwan and Duan Huo, Song Wen observed that while many passersby had noticed the scene, there was no reaction from either the market or the Duan Clan. He realized his elaborate contingency plans were unnecessary.

With no need for his original plan to escape underwater, he retracted his Cosmic Transformation Incarnation from the riverbed. Then, he soared into the sky, dragging the two blood cocoons behind him, and swaggered away through the air.

(End of the Chapter)

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