Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1459: King Lu Yao’s Unseeing Eyes

Translator: CinderTL

Given Song Wen’s cautious nature, he had naturally maintained a wary guard against King Lu Yao.

However, the distance between them was too close, and Song Wen was fully focused on controlling the Haotian Divine Thunder, his mind entirely absorbed in the spell. In a moment of inattention, he was ensnared by a wisp of demon essence, his body flung uncontrollably toward the flying sword aimed directly at King Lu Yao.

Song Wen’s heart sank.

Just moments ago, King Lu Yao had sworn to make him her cherished consort. Yet now, faced with mortal danger, she had unhesitatingly thrust him forward, using his flesh and blood to shield herself from the lethal blade.

This world is indeed filled with selfish, self-serving fools.

Of course, that included Song Wen himself.

Perhaps King Lu Yao had never truly intended to keep him as her "golden cage" pet. Her words had merely been a ploy to keep him compliant.

Song Wen had used her to strike at Yuanrong; hadn’t he, in turn, she used him to strike at Yuanrong?

Moreover, she had planned to make Song Wen serve her willingly after Yuanrong’s demise, and once she tired of him, she would offer him to Venerable Bi Wu as a reward for her own merits.

Song Wen stood no chance against the flying sword, instantly being shredded into dust.

When he reappeared, he was already five thousand miles away.

By then, the dark golden lightning that had enveloped Yuanrong had vanished.

Yuanrong’s body was charred black, most of his flesh carbonized, yet his eyes burned with manic excitement.

"Hahaha... Ji Yin, King Lu Yao, you can’t escape! Prepare to die!"

King Lu Yao’s heart jolted with alarm, a chilling unease gripping her.

Scanning the horizon, she finally realized Yuanrong had secretly dispersed the Nine Black Flying Swords, forming an encirclement that sealed off an area ten thousand miles in radius.

She immediately understood: Yuanrong’s earlier actions had been nothing more than a ruse to lull her into complacency.

Whether transforming into a golden sun to fight desperately or launching a flying sword assault while she was weakened, all had been mere cover for the Nine Black Flying Swords.

"King Lu Yao, even on the brink of death, you still dare to flirt? You truly have no sense of self-preservation."

"Ji Yin, though you schemed relentlessly and lured that fool King Lu Yao into this trap, before absolute power, all your plots and schemes are meaningless."

Yuanrong, radiating an air of absolute confidence, cackled maniacally as his hands moved in a blur, continuously forming sword incantations.

The Nine Black Flying Swords spun rapidly, each unleashing torrents of Sword Qi.

As the Sword Qi crisscrossed the sky, a Great Sword Dao Formation gradually materialized, enveloping an area spanning ten thousand li.

Song Wen curled his lip in disdain.

Yuanrong wasn’t entirely wrong. Song Wen’s original plan to trap and kill both Yuanrong and King Lu Yao had indeed failed.

However, Yuanrong had also miscalculated something else—he believed Song Wen was a trapped beast with no escape.

The teleportation talisman, hidden within the sleeve of Song Wen’s right hand for so long, suddenly shattered.

A silver light erupted, engulfing Song Wen.

Under the silver glow, Song Wen’s figure gradually faded into nothingness. Just before the formation fully materialized, he vanished without a trace.

"Teleportation talisman!"

Yuanrong’s face twisted into a demonic grimace, his eyes burning crimson with fury, as if about to erupt in flames.

He had risked severe injury to seize this sliver of victory, finally trapping Gou Jun within the formation, only for his prey to slip away with such effortless ease, like a cicada shedding its shell.

He suddenly recalled the teleportation talisman he had given Shangguan Ren back at the Azure Jade Fox Clan.

Shangguan Ren had never returned after embarking on a mission with Gou Jun.

It was clear that Shangguan Ren had also died at Gou Jun’s hands.

The reason Yuanrong and Daoist Monarch Yongcheng had been ambushed by several eighth-tier Azure Jade Foxes was likely Gou Jun’s doing as well.

Even then, Gou Jun had already harbored the malicious intent to eliminate both Yuanrong and Daoist Monarch Yongcheng!

How dare a mere Early Body Integration Stage cultivator, an insignificant ant, plot against two Great Ascension Stage cultivators simultaneously? Such audacity was truly reckless and outrageous.

This man must be eliminated, or he would undoubtedly become an endless source of future troubles.

Old grudges and fresh hatred surged through Yuanrong’s mind like molten lava.

His charred flesh trembled violently with rage, carbonized fragments crumbling and falling to the ground.

"Gou—Jun—! I, Yuanrong, swear I will not rest until you are dead!"

A hoarse, inhuman roar erupted from Yuanrong’s throat.

His boundless hatred and resentment transformed into a storm of Sword Qi that filled the sword formation.

The Sword Qi coalesced into a wrathful dragon, surging toward King Lu Yao.

"No!"

King Lu Yao’s voice was filled with equal despair.

She couldn’t understand how Yuanrong, in his weakened state, and Ji Yin, the weakest among them, had managed to turn the tables.

But why... why was she the one who ultimately succumbed to despair?!

After some effort, Yuanrong finally defeated King Lu Yao. He swallowed medicinal pills to heal his injuries and replenish his spiritual power, but without pausing to meditate, he transformed into a swift, dazzling streak of light and pursued Song Wen, who had fled westward.

His spiritual power was severely depleted, his blood essence drained, and his physical body critically wounded. If he didn’t immediately retreat to seclusion to heal, it could permanently damage the foundation of his cultivation. Moreover, continuing to hunt Gou Jun might lead to unforeseen dangers that he was in no condition to handle.

Yet, at that moment, Yuanrong cared nothing for these consequences. A single thought, like a maggot clinging to bone, drove him to stop at nothing:

Catch Gou Jun and tear him to pieces.

Yuanrong raced onward for hundreds of thousands of miles, suddenly realizing he had reached the edge of the Cloudfall Plains. Ahead lay a vast mountain range, its peaks rising in endless succession.

He pressed deeper into the mountains, traveling tens of thousands of miles, until a wide, surging river appeared before him.

Yuanrong hovered above the roaring river.

Nine black flying swords suddenly shot forth, slashing down at the river’s surface.

The river’s flow was instantly severed into multiple segments, and the spray of water erupted skyward.

The aura of "Gou Jun" vanished at this point.

Clearly, "Gou Jun" had escaped by diving into the river.

The cascading water droplets rained down, soaking Yuanrong’s pitch-black form.

He glanced upstream, then downstream, his furious expression gradually receding, replaced by his usual cold indifference.

Once calm, Yuanrong understood:

Blind rage would accomplish nothing, only allowing "Gou Jun" to escape unpunished.

He flipped his hand and retrieved a jade talisman. With a slight squeeze, the talisman shattered.

Instantly, a white sword shadow materialized and shot skyward.

As the sword shadow hurtled upward, it rapidly expanded.

By the time it reached the upper atmosphere, it had grown to tens of kilometers in length.

Fifty thousand miles away, halfway up a towering mountain, Song Wen had just burrowed into a muddy cave occupied by wild beasts when he noticed the sword shadow appearing high in the sky.

The sword shadow was a blazing white, as solid and condensed as a physical blade, yet it radiated no outward aura of power, making it all the more striking. Even at such a vast distance, it remained clearly visible.

Is this Yuanrong’s warning jade talisman?

Why would he activate it?

This place is so close to the Cloudfall Plains. Isn’t he afraid of attracting the Willow Serpent Clan’s experts? Or even Venerable Bi Wu herself?

And who is he signaling?

As Song Wen’s thoughts raced, the mud had already covered his body. He suppressed every trace of his aura, lying motionless beneath the earth.

It’s worth noting that he hadn’t escaped by diving into the river. The disappearance of his aura above the river was merely a ruse to mislead Yuanrong.

After reaching the river, he had indeed entered the water, but instead of swimming underwater, he had activated the Stone Statue of a Nun with his blood essence.

Using the statue’s mystical properties to conceal his aura, he had slipped away from the river’s surface and arrived at his current hiding place.

(End of the Chapter)

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