Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1391: The Old Acquaintance’s Smile

Translator: CinderTL

"The Nether Fox can actually fight across tiers, at least against the Void Demon Clan," Song Wen murmured to himself.

He suddenly recalled their battle in the Lower Realm, where the Nether Fox had shown no such overwhelming power.

Therefore, it was less that the Nether Fox could fight across tiers, and more that it possessed exceptional resistance to the Void Demons’ divine sense attacks.

"The Nether Fox holds a significant advantage in combat against our Void Demon Clan, and it can rapidly enhance its strength by devouring our bodies. Fortunately, their numbers are limited. Otherwise, the entire Primordial Qi Death Zone would have been overrun long ago, leaving no place for us Void Demons to survive," the Shadow Void’s voice suddenly echoed in Song Wen’s sea of consciousness.

"Heh!"

Song Wen chuckled lightly.

If there were more Nether Foxes, the Shadow Void would have no place to hide.

Yet the Primordial Qi Death Zone, the Shadow Void’s refuge, continued to expand, squeezing the living space of all native creatures in this realm, including the human race.

Hong Zhe had once mentioned that an ancient text in the Divine Blood Gate clearly stated the Primordial Qi Death Zone wasn’t originally part of the mystic realm, but had suddenly appeared a million years ago.

Thus, both the Primordial Qi Death Zone and the Shadow Void were pure, foreign invaders.

After the Nether Fox killed the great cat void fiend, Song Wen didn’t linger. He had the shadow void guide him as they continued their hunt for other void fiends.

Within the Primordial Qi Death Zone, the shadow void’s divine sense could cover a radius of ten thousand li. It could even detect the presence of other low-tier void fiends tens of thousands of li away, making Song Wen’s hunt for them remarkably easy.

Thanks to the Sea of Consciousness Black Hole, Song Wen was immune to the void fiends’ divine sense attacks, rendering their strongest weapon useless. Moreover, the Void Demon Clan’s physical bodies were generally fragile, making it relatively easy for Song Wen to hunt them down.

Seventh-tier void demons posed almost no threat to him.

For void fiends below the sixth-tier, Song Wen would capture them alive and store them in the black Spirit Beast Pouch as ’rations’ for the Nether Fox.

For sixth-tier void demons and above, Song Wen would kill them, then have the shadow void wrap them in its tentacles to etherealize their bodies before absorbing them into his sea of consciousness, where they would be devoured by the Sea of Consciousness Black Hole.

Of course, Song Wen had encountered eighth-tier void demons he couldn’t handle.

One such low-tier void demon, detected by the shadow void over fifty thousand li away, immediately prompted Song Wen to flee.

Half a month later...

Song Wen returned to the same cave, continuing his seclusion to refine his cultivation.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, another four years had passed.

On this day, the Nether Fox, which had been wandering outside all this time, suddenly appeared outside the cave.

It lay down on an earthen slope beside the cave and began frantically inhaling and exhaling the surrounding Primordial Qi.

Inside the cave, Song Wen was forced to stop his cultivation and open his eyes, a hint of surprise in his gaze.

"Is it about to advance?"

"It should be. Over these years, you’ve fed it many void fiends, allowing it to accumulate enough energy. The Nether Fox is preparing to break through the fifth-tier bottleneck in one go," the shadow void added.

After a moment’s hesitation, Song Wen rose to his feet and deactivated the formation within the cave.

His cultivation had stabilized during these ten years of seclusion, and his divine sense had advanced to the mid body integration stage a year prior. It was time to end his seclusion.

Stepping out of the cave, Song Wen saw a massive vortex of Primordial Qi swirling in the air, a result of the Nether Fox’s advancement, continuously pouring energy into its body.

"To break through the sixth-tier bottleneck, doesn’t the Nether Fox need to consume some heavenly material and earthly treasure? Is it really trying to force its way through like this?"

Watching the tiny figure at the base of the vortex, this thought suddenly flashed through Song Wen’s mind.

Both of his spirit beasts, the Nether Fox and the shadow void, possessed exceptional talent. It seemed that with sufficient accumulation, breaking through their bottlenecks would be effortless.

In contrast, Song Wen himself, and all the human cultivators he knew, seemed incapable of achieving such a feat.

As Ying Wu put it, they were truly favored by heaven and earth, blessed by destiny.

"Shadow void, maintain vigilance and alert me immediately if any powerful enemies appear," Song Wen ordered.

"Yes, Master," the shadow void replied.

The Nether Fox’s breakthrough went smoothly.

In less than half a year, it successfully advanced to the sixth tier.

During this period, only a few foolish void fiends dared to harass it, but all became nourishment for the Black Hole in Song Wen’s Sea of Consciousness.

As the Primordial Qi vortex in the heavens and earth gradually dissipated, the Nether Fox slowly suppressed its aura and leaped before Song Wen.

"Thank you for guarding me, Master."

Song Wen nodded slightly and said, "I plan to capture a few more void fiends before leaving the Primordial Qi Death Zone. Would you like to enter your Spirit Beast Pouch to cultivate, or...?"

"This subordinate will accompany Master in hunting void fiends. We will enter the Spirit Beast Pouch after leaving the Primordial Qi Death Zone," the Nether Fox interrupted before Song Wen could finish.

Three months later.

Great Tan City.

Inside a private courtyard house at an inn, Song Wen sat up in bed, a dull ache in his lower back.

Behind him, Lan Chen, completely naked, slithered up his back like a water snake, her slender arms wrapping around his chest.

Her red lips pressed close to his ear, her breath warm and fragrant.

"Ji Yin, I still..."

Song Wen suddenly rose, shaking Lan Chen off. He strode toward a nearby wooden table, changing the subject.

"Have the past thirteen years at the Spirit Jade Palace been smooth?"

As he spoke, he settled at the table, picked up the teapot, and began pouring Spirit Tea into a cup.

Lan Chen shot him a glare, a mixture of resentment and affection in her eyes.

"After thirteen years, you finally deigned to visit."

She also rose, but a slight wince crossed her face as if she had strained an injury.

She walked to the table, snatched the freshly filled cup from Song Wen, and drained it in one gulp.

"Thanks to Bai Wei’s protection, no one at the Spirit Jade Palace has dared to provoke me. Bai Wei and her disciples aren’t particularly cunning. With a little manipulation, I’ve had them showering me with praise and treating me with utmost respect. Three years ago, Bai Wei even took me as a registered disciple, promising to make me a true successor after a further period of observation."

"That’s excellent," Song Wen replied.

"By the way, have you been to Thousand Blades City recently? Have you seen Mo Yexue?" Lan Chen asked.

"No, I haven’t," Song Wen said.

He had visited Thousand Blades City several times, but he hadn’t met Mo Yexue. For one, his relationship with her wasn’t as close as Lan Chen’s. For another, he didn’t want to disturb her without good reason, which might make it seem like he had ulterior motives.

"I wonder how she’s doing now?" Lan Chen said, her voice tinged with wistfulness.

"Mo Yexue was able to ascend from the Lower Realm. She’s no ordinary person. And now that she’s joined the Myriad Swords Pavilion, I’m sure everything is going smoothly for her," Song Wen said.

"I hope you’re right."

Lan Chen withdrew her gaze, which had been drifting into the distance, and focused it on Song Wen. Her eyes gradually grew sultry and burning.

She looked like a woman living alone in a secluded mansion, parched with desire. She had finally waited for her husband to return, but their time together was too brief. She made no attempt to conceal her burning need.

She picked up the teapot, poured a full cup of tea, then squeezed into Song Wen’s lap and brought the teacup to his lips.

"My dear, I still want..."

Song Wen’s face stiffened. He rubbed his lower back.

"Didn’t you just say you were in pain?"

"I don’t care! I want..."

Suddenly, Lan Chen slid down and tucked herself beneath the wooden table.

"Hiss—"

(End of the Chapter)

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