Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1394: Fleeing in Disarray

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Translator: CinderTL

"Fellow Daoist, you jest. If I were truly a lecherous man, my cultivation cave would be filled with beauties. Why would there be only this one woman?"

"She’s not some lover of mine. Quite the opposite, we have some past grievances. I spared her life because I needed someone to tend to my Spirit Field."

Before Song Wen had finished speaking, Guan Lin had already arrived before the two.

She bowed deeply, then cupped her fists.

"Greetings, Master. Greetings... Mistress."

She had used the title "Mistress" on Lan Chen before, which had made her heart bloom with joy and earned her many valuable rewards. Clearly, she was using the same tactic to curry favor with Bai Wei.

"Little Friend... you’ve misunderstood. Your Master and I are not dao companions," Bai Wei hurriedly explained.

Guan Lin’s expression panicked, turning to one of extreme fear. Her knees buckled, and she found herself kneeling in mid-air.

"Senior, please forgive me. This junior spoke out of turn. I beg you not to punish me."

"It’s nothing. Little Friend, there’s no need to panic," Bai Wei said.

"Thank you, Senior," Guan Lin replied.

"Guan Lin, you may withdraw now," Song Wen said.

"Yes, Master," Guan Lin replied, rising slowly and withdrawing.

"Fellow Daoist Bai Wei, your residence has been prepared. Though it may not rival your own cultivation cave, it is secluded and elegant. Would you care to inspect it? If anything displeases you, we can make adjustments," Song Wen offered.

"You’ve gone to great lengths, Fellow Daoist," Bai Wei replied.

Under Song Wen’s guidance, the two landed before a pavilion at the canyon’s base.

Numerous pavilions dotted the canyon floor, but only Song Wen and Guan Lin occupied one each; the rest remained vacant.

Earlier, Song Wen had instructed Guan Lin to clean and furnish one, complete with tables, chairs, a bed, and luminous gems for illumination. Though the canyon itself was shrouded in darkness, the pavilion shone as brightly as day.

Upon entering, Bai Wei surveyed the interior before speaking. "This place is excellent. I am quite satisfied."

"I’m glad you’re pleased, Fellow Daoist," Song Wen said with a smile. "Please proceed with your formation deduction here. I’ll be in the adjacent pavilion. Inform me of any needs you may have."

As Song Wen turned to leave, Bai Wei called out, "Ji Yin, wait a moment."

"Fellow Daoist Bai Wei, do you have any further needs? Please don’t hesitate to ask. If I can fulfill it, I will do so without fail," Song Wen said.

Bai Wei’s expression grew awkward, and her voice became hesitant.

"Why did that maid just call me... ’Mistress’?"

Song Wen froze, his raised foot hovering in mid-air.

His mind raced, and the images of healing Bai Wei and using the Imperial Thunder God’s Sacrifice Platform to devour others’ Thunder Art Talent flashed through his mind, intertwining rapidly.

"To be honest..."

Song Wen’s eyes shimmered, and his voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.

"When I was chatting with that maid, I casually mentioned an old friend from a prestigious sect. The moment I first saw her, her figure was etched into my heart. But back then, she was an unattainable senior expert. Moreover, I’ve always been poor at expressing myself, so I could only bury this affection deep within my heart."

"But as we spent more time together, that affection grew into an persistent thought that haunted me. Every time I woke from a dream at midnight, her image would linger in my mind, tossing and turning me."

"No one has ever entered this cultivation cave besides you, Fellow Daoist, let alone a woman. The maid must have guessed you were that old acquaintance..."

Song Wen’s eyes widened abruptly, and a pair of crimson lips suddenly loomed large in his vision, pressing against his own.

The kiss was warm and sweet.

Simultaneously, a clear, lingering fragrance invaded his mouth without resistance.

Then, a pair of delicate hands moved to his chest, tearing at his clothes.

Though Song Wen’s robes weren’t made of ordinary fabric, they couldn’t withstand the force of a Body Integration Stage cultivator.

Riiip!

Outer robe and inner lining shattered simultaneously, revealing his toned torso.

To receive without returning is impolite!

Song Wen reciprocated by tearing open her upper garment, his hands roaming over her body.

After a long moment, their lips parted.

Bai Wei’s cheeks were flushed crimson, her gaze hazy.

In a few quick movements, she removed her disguise, revealing her peerless beauty.

Then, she pulled off the cumbersome robes hanging from her waist and, embracing Song Wen, floated toward the nearby bed.

Bai Wei’s hands, like blooming magnolias, were slender and delicate, their fingers cool as morning dew. They wrapped around Song Wen’s lower back, soft as silk.

Yet, Song Wen felt a strange ache and tingling in his lower back.

To avoid repeating past mistakes and earning another review like the one he’d received from Ying Wu, Song Wen gritted his teeth and pressed onward.

Even if the path ahead was fraught with bloodshed and danger, he remained as steadfast as a pine tree, its roots clinging tightly to the rock crevices despite the wind and rain.

Though the waves ahead crashed and churned, he was like a flood dragon plunging into the sea, descending to the ocean depths to explore uncharted territories, undeterred by the surging currents.

Unwavering persistence, indomitable spirit!

Nine days later.

Song Wen withdrew his hand from beneath Bai Wei’s neck.

"Bai Wei, I still have some minor matters to attend to. Rest here while I handle them. I’ll be back shortly."

With that, he moved to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over to the floor.

The moment his feet touched the ground, a sudden ache and weakness radiated from his lower back, causing his movements to falter slightly.

Bai Wei lay languidly on the cloud-like bed, her hair disheveled, her face flushed with lingering warmth.

"Ji Yin, if you have urgent matters, attend to them. Don’t mind me."

"Very well. I’ll take my leave then."

Song Wen took another step, only to feel his feet sink into the soft floor.

"Sigh!"

With a helpless sigh, Song Wen slowly floated upward, rising two feet off the ground, and drifted toward the door.

Exiting Bai Wei’s pavilion, Song Wen immediately retreated into his own, activating a seventh-tier concealment formation to prevent anyone from spying on the scene within.

Bai Wei lay in bed for over half an hour, the blush finally fading from her cheeks.

She rose and spent another incense stick’s worth of time dressing and arranging her long black hair.

Then, she approached the wooden table, brewed a pot of Spirit Tea, and savored it slowly.

Her gaze, however, kept glancing toward the door, filled with anticipation.

After another half hour, the figure she awaited still hadn’t appeared. Undeterred, she took out a bronze mirror.

The mirror was as clear as a washed gem, reflecting her jade-like face in exquisite detail.

She spent over half an hour applying a light makeup.

Her eyebrows resembled distant mountains dusted with ink, her lips like cherry blossoms just beginning to bloom, her skin as white as snow, and her eyes like polished lacquer.

The woman in the mirror seemed like a celestial being from a painting.

As Bai Wei gazed at herself, her face suddenly lit up with a radiant smile, full of confidence and charm.

She put away the mirror and looked toward the door again, but still, no one appeared.

"He must have been delayed by something important," she thought.

She took out the mirror again, idly looking at herself from different angles.

Before she knew it, she had finished two pots of tea, and another two hours had passed.

Bored, Bai Wei finally took out the jade slip Song Wen had given her and began studying and deducing formation formations.

(End of the Chapter)

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