Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1392: Wise Master, Worthy Disciple

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Translator: CinderTL

Song Wen, his face weary, rubbed his aching lower back as he gazed at Lan Chen, with whom he had been intimately entwined for half a month. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

"Lan Chen, I need to return to my cultivation cave."

On the bed, Lan Chen lay sprawled, her black hair disheveled. Her entire body felt as if it had been taken apart, leaving her utterly drained.

Upon hearing Song Wen’s words, a green medicinal pill suddenly appeared in her hand. She popped it into her mouth.

After half the time it takes a tea to brew, she had refined the pill. Her limp, clay-like body sprang back to life, and she sat up.

Song Wen’s brow twitched, and he instinctively took half a step back.

She can just take a recovery pill, but I don’t have anything that works that quickly.

Besides...

After so long, things can get stale.

People always need a little novelty.

Lan Chen padded barefoot to the floor and stretched lazily, her slender waist arching like a willow and her chest rising and falling.

She retrieved several new robes and slipped them on.

Her old clothes, of course, had been torn to shreds.

She had torn them herself.

"Then I’ll return to the Spirit Jade Palace," she said.

After tidying her clothes and smoothing her hair, she turned and walked away.

"Next time, don’t make me wait thirteen years. Remember to visit often."

Her voice echoed in the air, but Lan Chen had already vanished without a trace.

"Phew!"

Song Wen exhaled a long, turbid breath. He flipped his hand and produced a Communication Jade Slip, beginning to send a message.

Fellow Daoist Bai Wei, it’s been years. I hope you are well?

Bai Wei replied swiftly.

All is well. Ji Yin, how have you been?

Bai Wei’s tone carried an inexplicable hint of joy, tinged with a touch of bashfulness.

[ Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist. I’ve been in seclusion cultivating for these past years without any setbacks, ] Song Wen replied.

[ That’s good to hear... ] Bai Wei said.

[ Fellow Daoist Bai Wei, if I may be so bold, I have a request. Could you please assist me in inscribing a formation? ] Song Wen sent a message.

Song Wen had already gathered all the spiritual materials needed to construct the Imperial Thunder God’s Sacrifice Platform. However, the platform required the etching of formation patterns.

Having absolutely no skill in etching formation patterns, he had no choice but to ask Bai Wei for help.

He had come to Great Tan City specifically for this purpose, but Lan Chen had delayed him for half a month.

[ It’s a trivial matter. As long as it’s not an eighth-tier formation, I can certainly engrave it, ] Bai Wei replied.

[ I would be most grateful. With your expertise, Fellow Daoist, it will surely be flawless, ] Song Wen said.

In truth, he wasn’t sure of the tier of formation patterns required for the Imperial Thunder God’s Sacrifice Platform. However, since the Divine Blood Gate had successfully deployed this formation in the Lower Realm, it was unlikely to be overly complex or profound.

Moreover, Bai Wei was the most skilled formation master among all the people Song Wen knew. If even she couldn’t engrave it, he would have to temporarily set the matter aside.

"Where are you? I’ll come find you," Bai Wei said.

Song Wen immediately sent her the name of the inn and the courtyard gate number.

He closed his eyes and took a moment to regulate his breathing, the weariness on his face gradually fading. He straightened his robes, restoring his aloof and dignified demeanor as a transcendent expert.

His nose twitched slightly as he detected a lewd aroma.

Song Wen formed a sword finger, spiritual light flickering at his fingertips.

A biting, clear breeze erupted from his fingertips.

In an instant, all the carved wooden windows and doors flew open, and the silk curtains billowed wildly.

The lewd scent was swept away by the breeze, soaring through the window grilles toward the Nine Heavens.

The room instantly became fresh and clean.

Song Wen stepped out into the courtyard, retrieved a copper kettle, and conjured a pot of pure water within it.

Pressing his hand against the kettle, he watched its temperature rise visibly. The metal turned crimson, and the water within began to boil.

He opened a Jade Box and took out dozens of emerald-green leaves, tossing them into the kettle.

Immediately, a rich fragrance and Spiritual Qi wafted from the white steam rising from the kettle.

Song Wen placed the kettle on the stone table in the courtyard and set out two teacups.

Just as he finished, a rhythmic knocking sounded at the courtyard gate.

Song Wen floated to the courtyard gate, opened it, and saw Bai Wei standing outside, with...

Lan Chen behind her!

Lan Chen, who had left Song Wen’s place less than fifteen minutes earlier, had somehow returned.

Noticing the surprise in Song Wen’s eyes, Bai Wei spoke first.

"I happened to encounter Lan Chen returning to the sect as I was coming here. She told me she hadn’t seen you in over a decade, so I brought her along—after all, she’s your old friend."

"Does Senior Ji Yin not wish to see this junior?" Lan Chen asked, her expression darkening, as if slightly wronged. "In that case, I shall take my leave."

Song Wen’s lips twitched several times, and he forced the words out through his throat.

"Fellow Daoist Lan Chen, you misunderstand. After so many years of friendship, how could I not welcome you? It was merely a sudden reunion that caught me off guard. Please don’t take it to heart, Fellow Daoist Lan Chen."

With that, Song Wen retreated a few steps.

"Please, both of you, come in."

The two women entered the small courtyard.

At Song Wen’s invitation, Bai Wei sat down at the stone table in the courtyard.

As for Lan Chen, she was now Bai Wei’s registered disciple and stood behind her, observing the proper etiquette.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Bai Wei took a sip of clear tea, placed the teacup back on the stone table, and said softly:

"Ji Yin, Lan Chen has a steady temperament and handles matters with meticulous care. She gets along remarkably well with me and my disciples. Her talent is exceptional, and she cultivates diligently. I’ve already accepted her as a registered disciple and plan to make her a personal disciple soon. You asked me to look after her back then—you certainly sent me a fine apprentice."

As she spoke, Bai Wei turned to glance at Lan Chen standing behind her, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

"You flatter me, Master," Lan Chen said, gazing up at Bai Wei with deep gratitude.

"Without your grace, how could this junior have found a foothold in the Spirit Jade Palace? My Senior Sisters have also shown me great kindness. In my early years, I wandered the Immortal Cultivation World without a home or support. It was only after joining the Spirit Jade Palace and becoming a member of Azure Mist Peak under your tutelage that I finally experienced the warmth of human connection—as if I had found a shelter from the storm."

"My Senior Sisters treat me like family, and you, Master, have shared your knowledge without reservation. For such profound kindness, this junior can only repay you with a heart full of gratitude. I will engrave it in my soul, cultivate diligently, and strive to live up to your expectations and those of my Senior Sisters."

"Of course..."

Lan Chen turned to Song Wen.

"I must also thank Senior Ji Yin. Without you, I would never have had the opportunity to meet Master, let alone become her disciple."

Song Wen’s brow twitched involuntarily, and he cleared his throat.

"Two fortunate souls—one with a wise master, the other with a worthy apprentice. Truly a cause for celebration."

(End of the Chapter)

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