Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1395: Formation’s Initial Completion

Translator: CinderTL

One month later.

Having waited in vain for Song Wen, Bai Wei finally left the pavilion and came to the outside of his pavilion.

"Ji Yin, are you free?"

Her voice fell, and the surroundings fell back into deathly silence.

In the pitch-dark valley floor, not a sound stirred.

After a moment of silence, a creaking sound came from the door as Song Wen emerged.

"Fellow Daoist Bai Wei, is there something important you need?" Song Wen asked, his expression puzzled.

Bai Wei’s face darkened, her expression filled with resentment.

"A month ago, you said you’d be back soon."

Song Wen’s face paled. "Has it already been a full month?"

He hurried forward, closing the distance between them in a few strides, and reached out to embrace her waist.

"I’m truly sorry. After returning to my room, I suddenly felt inspired to meditate briefly. I never expected this meditation to last a full month, causing you to wait so long. It is entirely my fault."

Bai Wei shifted her stance, sidestepping two feet to evade Song Wen’s outstretched hand.

"I’ve come to you today on important matters. I’ve completed my deductions for the formation and can begin setting it up."

"So quickly!"

A flicker of joy flashed in Song Wen’s eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, changing his tone.

"No rush, no rush. After I’ve made amends, we can discuss the formation."

After a month of rest and recuperation, he felt as vigorous as a dragon and as fierce as a tiger. With such a beauty before him, he naturally wanted to get closer.

"How do you intend to make amends?" Bai Wei asked.

"Heh heh."

Song Wen’s gaze swept over Bai Wei’s delicate curves, like a burly man sizing up a lamb ready for slaughter.

He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

"Ah!" Bai Wei cried out in a delicate voice. "What are you doing?"

"A moment of spring night should not be wasted on such a beautiful evening."

A black shadow flashed, and the two vanished from their spot.

Clang!

The door to Song Wen’s pavilion slammed shut.

Ten days later.

Song Wen’s face was weary, his lower back aching.

He rolled out of bed and walked to the wooden table nearby.

Bai Wei, her cheeks flushed, followed behind him and draped an outer robe over his shoulders.

"Ji Yin, why are there so many jade fragments here?" she asked, surveying the scattered pieces of jade on the floor.

"I’ve recently learned a minor spell that requires jade. These are the failures from my practice sessions."

Without even glancing at the jade, Song Wen walked to the table and sat down, beginning to prepare Spirit Tea.

These jade fragments were the result of his attempts to carve an Imperial Thunder God’s Sacrifice Platform.

The platform itself was to be carved from a single block of Shining Goldstone, a spiritual material commonly used in crafting metal-attribute mystic treasures.

However, the platform required a complete, unblemished block of Shining Goldstone—three feet tall and ten feet long.

Such a massive and flawless block of Shining Goldstone was exceedingly rare.

Thus, Song Wen had been practicing with ordinary jade.

The difficulty in carving the platform lay in the runes that adorned its surface. They had to be drawn in a single, unbroken stroke, with no room for error.

Over the past month, Song Wen had attempted the carving five times.

Each time, the process had proceeded smoothly from beginning to end. But at the final stroke of the last rune, an inexplicable force would suddenly manifest out of thin air.

Then, the Jade Altar shattered with a thunderous crash.

Bai Wei, not suspecting anything, didn’t pay much attention to the jade. She put on an inner garment and sat down opposite Song Wen.

"When do you plan to begin inscribing the formation?" she asked.

Song Wen flipped his hand and produced a storage pouch, which he handed to her. "All the spiritual materials are prepared and stored within this pouch. Once you’ve recovered your mental clarity, you may begin."

"Though I am somewhat fatigued, it is merely physical. A brief period of rest will suffice to restore me," Bai Wei replied.

Song Wen shook his head slightly, feeling a pang of injustice.

He had once indulged in a wild, unrestrained period with Lan Chen, spending nearly half of each month in passionate abandon. The remaining days were spent hoarding food and supplies, while Lan Chen only needed to meditate briefly to regain her vigor.

This reminded him of the old saying—

Only the ox dies from overwork, never the...

With a flick of his finger, Song Wen sent a gust of wind swirling the scattered jade fragments into a corner of the canyon outside the pavilion.

"Then please proceed with inscribing the formation after you’ve recovered, Fellow Daoist Bai Wei. I will wait outside the pavilion to avoid disturbing you."

"Agreed!" Bai Wei nodded.

Song Wen soared out of the pavilion.

He closed the door and activated the defensive formation to prevent any disturbances from disturbing Bai Wei.

Then, he ascended to the pavilion’s roof and settled into a seated position atop the ridge.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

The door of the pavilion swung open from within.

Bai Wei emerged.

Hearing the noise, Song Wen swiftly landed before her.

"Ji Yin, I’ve fulfilled my promise. The formation is complete."

"Truly?" Song Wen’s eyes lit up. "May I see it?"

"Of course."

Bai Wei smiled and turned back toward the room. Song Wen followed closely.

The formation covered an area about ten zhang wide. To facilitate the carving, Bai Wei had moved some furniture and demolished a wall.

As Song Wen gazed at the intricate patterns on the floor, his brow furrowed. Outwardly, the patterns appeared correct, but he remained uncertain of their efficacy.

"The formation patterns were drawn precisely according to the records in the jade slip you provided, without any errors. However, this is the first time I’ve seen such a formation. Its success can only be verified after activation," Bai Wei explained.

"With your mastery of formations, Fellow Daoist Bai Wei, I trust there are no issues," Song Wen said, looking up at her. "Thank you for your efforts. I’m unsure how to properly express my gratitude..."

"Among fellow daoists, such formalities are unnecessary," Bai Wei replied, her cheeks flushing crimson.

Song Wen sighed inwardly, his lower back growing weak.

He suddenly remembered the days when Lan Chen had drained him of his marrow and blood.

Seven days later.

Song Wen lay utterly exhausted on the bed, unable to move.

Bai Wei rested in his arms, tugging at the black hair trapped beneath him.

She reached out and waved her hand in the air. A storage pouch materialized from nowhere and landed on Song Wen’s chest.

"Here are the remaining spiritual materials from the formation. You should have prepared three sets, but I only used one. I’m returning the rest to you; you might need them later."

Bai Wei hadn’t asked about the formation’s purpose throughout. Too lazy to explain, Song Wen simply picked up the pouch and casually placed it beside his pillow.

"Ji Yin, remember the formation the Azure Flame Sect in Crimson Cloud Province discovered? The one that leads to the Western Rong Continent?" Bai Wei asked.

The normally sage-like, detached Song Wen’s eyes lit up with interest. He turned his head to look into Bai Wei’s eyes, which were close enough to touch.

"What about it?"

"The formation is nearing completion. High-tier cultivators from the major sects of the Southern Nether Continent and Crimson Cloud Province, especially the Great Ascension Stage Ancestors, are all intensely interested in what lies beyond the formation. They fantasize about finding treasures on the Western Rong Continent that can help them break through their cultivation bottlenecks, particularly heavenly materials and earthly treasures needed to advance to the Tribulation Crossing Stage. But..."

Bai Wei suddenly changed her tone.

"We know nothing about the situation beyond the formation. No one can even be certain if the formation truly leads to the Western Rong Continent. Therefore, the Great Ascension Stage Ancestors plan to dispatch a group of cultivators to scout ahead. Once they’ve assessed the reality of the situation, further plans will be made."

"Most of the world’s dangers arise from the unknown, and this first group of scouts is destined for extreme peril. The major sects wish to recruit some rogue cultivators to avoid losing too many of their own disciples in the first wave, which could severely damage the foundations of their sects."

(End of the Chapter)

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