Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1455: Driving the Tiger to Devour the Wolf

Translator: CinderTL

During his time with the Willow Serpent Clan, Yuanrong had narrowly escaped Venerable Bi Wu’s divine sense using a teleportation talisman.

He fled desperately, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the clan.

Yet, after fleeing hundreds of thousands of miles, Venerable Bi Wu caught up again.

At this life-or-death moment, he was forced to fight desperately.

First, he activated a mystic treasure called the Profound Yin Mirror.

Tens of thousands of vengeful spirits surged from the mirror’s surface, swirling with monstrous ghost qi that instantly enveloped a thousand-mile radius, engulfing both him and Venerable Bi Wu.

These mere spirits and ghost qi posed no real threat to Venerable Bi Wu, but they could disrupt her divine sense.

Seizing the opportunity, Yuanrong crushed three Blood Crystals.

These crimson gems had been condensed over a century using his own blood essence.

The moment the crystals shattered, three hundred illusory clones materialized and scattered in all directions.

Each clone carried a trace of his original essence, making it difficult even for a Tribulation Crossing Stage divine sense to instantly discern the real from the false.

This secret art, known as Blood Shadow Thousand Illusions, was a top-tier escape technique he had obtained from the Divine Blood Gate. When mastered, it could create a thousand illusory clones.

However, this required an immense amount of blood essence—more than ten times his own.

As is widely known, excessive depletion of a cultivator’s blood essence can severely weaken their physical body, potentially damaging their foundation and shortening their lifespan.

When cultivating this secret art, Yuanrong could only draw upon his own blood essence in small, intermittent amounts. This painstaking process took a full century, during which he condensed three Blood Crystals, each corresponding to three hundred illusory clones.

Though this was still far from the thousand clones he ultimately sought, Yuanrong was already quite satisfied. After all, three hundred indistinguishable true and false illusory clones, fleeing in different directions, would challenge even a Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivator to discern their true nature.

As Yuanrong had predicted, when he unleashed the Blood Shadow Thousand Illusions, it successfully deceived Venerable Bi Wu, buying him precious time to escape.

However, this secret art was not only difficult to cultivate but also carried a heavy price to cast. Yuanrong not only depleted most of his spiritual power but also caused his Qi and Blood to surge wildly, forcing him to spit up several mouthfuls of blood, which stained his front crimson.

When he noticed King Lu Yao was hunting Ji Yin, his first instinct was to avoid confrontation. Yet, to prevent revealing his presence or leaving any trace of his aura, he cast the Hidden Dragon Art. This spell completely concealed his presence, allowing him to flee across the plains without using any spiritual power, relying solely on his physical strength. He darted across the tips of the wild grass, his speed insufficient to immediately distance himself from his pursuers.

Just then, Ji Yin suddenly unleashed a life-substitution art.

The Substitute Puppet used in the spell was a Second-Tier Corpse Puppet.

This was identical to the life-substitution art used by Gou Jun, who had murdered Jian Xiao.

Seeing the rapidly approaching "Ji Yin," Yuanrong’s eyes instantly turned crimson, blazing with palpable fury.

"Ji Yin! So you are Gou Jun!"

A roar that shook the heavens and earth erupted from Yuanrong’s throat.

He immediately summoned a flying sword and slashed it at Song Wen.

Song Wen had deliberately exposed the life-substitution art to enrage Yuanrong, ensuring the man wouldn’t stand by and watch him die.

He had long anticipated Yuanrong’s reaction and had a Minor Teleportation Talisman ready in his left hand.

Activating the talisman, he instantly teleported three hundred li away, evading the flying sword’s lethal strike.

Yuanrong was momentarily stunned that his seemingly certain kill had been so casually dodged by "Gou Jun."

Based on intelligence gathered, Gou Jun appeared to possess an inexhaustible supply of Substitute Puppets. Yuanrong had expected this sword strike to at least exhaust one, but instead, he had evaded it with a Minor Teleportation Talisman.

"Gou Jun! No matter how many life-saving tricks you have, you will die today! I will use your flesh and blood, your divine soul, to appease the spirit of Jian Xiao!"

Yuanrong’s once handsome face was now twisted into a monstrous, terrifying expression.

The flying sword he had summoned traced an arc through the air, hurtling back toward Song Wen.

Simultaneously, nine pitch-black flying swords materialized before Yuanrong.

The nine dark blades dispersed, streaking in eight different directions, clearly intending to form a sword formation. Their goal was to trap and kill Song Wen, preventing him from escaping through life-substitution arts or Minor Teleportation Talismans.

"Yuanrong, you’re nothing more than a stray dog, yet you dare to speak so boldly. Ji Yin, this king will capture him alive and drag him back to the clan. As for you, I will take your head as a trophy."

King Lu Yao’s voice suddenly rang out.

She had expected Yuanrong to attack her in order to save ’Ji Yin’.

What she never anticipated was Yuanrong suddenly turning on ’Ji Yin’ himself, even addressing him as ’Gou Jun’.

Clearly, the two had a long-standing feud.

She should have remained a detached observer of this dog-eat-dog drama.

However, Yuanrong’s desire to kill ’Ji Yin’ ran counter to her interests.

More importantly, the trajectories of the nine black flying swords seemed to be converging on her as well.

Since a confrontation with Yuanrong was inevitable, she might as well strike first while he was distracted by ’Ji Yin’, gaining the element of surprise.

King Lu Yao once again summoned the stone statue entwined with two intertwined Willow Serpents.

As her demon essence flowed into the stone statue, it erupted in a crimson glow, coalescing into nine beams of blood-red light that shot toward the nine flying swords.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The resounding clash of metal against metal echoed through the air.

The nine blood-red beams struck the nine black flying swords sequentially, sending them flying in various directions.

Yuanrong’s plan to deploy a sword formation had naturally failed.

Meanwhile, Song Wen offered no resistance to the incoming flying swords, allowing them to sever his head.

When he reappeared, he was over five thousand li to the west. Without pausing, he flapped his wings and transformed into a streak of thunderlight, fleeing at lightning speed.

"Gou Jun, you can’t escape!" Yuanrong roared, his fingers forming a sword incantation. The flying swords immediately veered, streaking toward Song Wen.

Simultaneously, Yuanrong surged forward in pursuit.

King Lu Yao, ignored by Yuanrong, felt deeply insulted and flew into a rage.

"Yuanrong, don’t run! I’ll kill you first, then capture Ji Yin."

The stone statue conjured another blood-red beam, aiming it at Yuanrong.

"Get lost!" Yuanrong roared, not even glancing back.

The nine black flying swords rallied, some slashing at the blood-red beam, others streaking toward King Lu Yao.

Under the assault of the four flying swords, the blood-red light abruptly scattered.

A layer of snake scales drifted from King Lu Yao’s body. These scales multiplied and coalesced into a spherical protective shield, enveloping her and deflecting the onslaught of the remaining five black flying swords.

This snake-scale shield was the source of her confidence in facing Yuanrong without retreating.

Though seemingly formed from a single layer of scales, the shield was actually forged from the scales of three deceased eighth-tier Willow Serpents. Such a defense was absolutely impenetrable for any mid-stage eighth-tier demon beast.

Yuanrong, with only mid-stage Great Ascension cultivation and in poor condition, stood no chance of breaking through it.

With a wave of her hand, King Lu Yao hurled the stone statue directly at Yuanrong.

The statue shot through the air, rapidly expanding as it hurtled forward. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a thousand-zhang colossus, blotting out the sun and casting an abyss-like shadow that engulfed Yuanrong.

Sensing the terrifying pressure behind him, Yuanrong whirled around, his expression suddenly grave.

He hastily summoned the nine black flying swords, converging them behind him.

The nine blades circled in the air, their edges vibrating with ear-splitting resonance.

Sword Qi erupted, weaving into a dense, impenetrable barrier.

(End of the Chapter)

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