Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1505: Turning Enemies

Translator: CinderTL

“Yu Bi, why did you ambush me?” Rong Luan demanded, her icy gaze piercing through the defensive barrier.

Yu Bi offered no response, focusing solely on manipulating the nine Corpse-Suppressing Nails.

Rong Luan remained unfazed.

As a mid-stage Great Ascension cultivator, she personally controlled the Rongqi Giant Flying Ship’s defensive formation. Not even a peak-stage Great Ascension cultivator could easily breach it, let alone Yu Bi.

“Could it be… is it true what that junior in the blood sea said? Do you intend to seize my spiritual power and cultivation?” Rong Luan pressed.

Boom, boom, boom…

After a series of thunderous explosions, Yu Bi’s nine Corpse-Suppressing Nails launched another assault, yet still failed to make any headway.

Yu Bi’s expression darkened considerably.

During a lull in the attacks, Rong Luan remarked, “It seems that’s indeed the case.”

The nine Corpse-Suppressing Nails had launched multiple waves of attacks, yet none had even shaken the ship’s defensive barrier. Undeterred, Yu Bi continued to manipulate the nails, relentlessly hammering against the barrier.

“So what if I am?” Yu Bi retorted. “Your lifespan is nearly exhausted anyway. You might as well fulfill my wishes.”

A flicker of anger flashed in Rong Luan’s clouded eyes.

“You old bastard! We’ve known each other for over twenty thousand years, and you dare scheme against me?”

“And what if I do?” Yu Bi admitted bluntly, then continued, “I’ve been plotting against you for millennia. I deliberately leaked information about the Devouring Soul Array’s longevity extension to you, intending to use you to cultivate a ‘human-shaped great medicine’ for me. You didn’t disappoint me, nurturing Rong Shao into a body integration peak cultivator of the Longevity Technique, just one step away from advancing to Great Ascension. Alas, my lifespan is nearing its end. This body likely won’t even last another Sexagenary Cycle, so I couldn’t wait for his breakthrough. That’s why I’ve come to visit your Rong Clan.”

“Yu Bi, you truly are a master schemer,” Rong Luan said grimly, each word forced out of her throat.

But Rong Luan wasn’t the most enraged among them. The most violent reaction came from…

Rong Shao!

He froze in place, as if struck by an invisible bolt of heavenly thunder.

Though Gu Huang had long warned him, and he had already half-believed it, when Rong Luan—the woman he had regarded since childhood as his only blood relative in the world, and one of the few figures he revered and relied upon throughout his long cultivation journey—personally confessed the truth, the brutal reality pierced the deepest recesses of his divine soul like a venom-coated ice pick, carrying with it the chill of ten thousand years of frost.

Buzz—

His mind went blank, followed by a violent ringing. The blood in his veins turned bone-chillingly cold in an instant.

An indescribable nausea and dizziness seized him.

Rong Shao staggered violently, taking two unsteady steps backward and nearly collapsing.

His face was as pale as paper, and his gaze toward Rong Luan was a tangled mess of emotions: fury, grief, sorrow, shock…

“It was all a lie… everything was a lie! Grandmother… no, Rong Luan, what a venomous heart you possess! I am your own grandson by blood! Yet you secretly plotted against me since my youth.”

Rong Luan glanced at Rong Shao, her expression as calm and indifferent as ever.

“You are not my blood-related grandson. Throughout my life, including Huang Yangshu, I’ve had over a dozen dao companions, but I never had any children. You’re merely an ordinary orphan from the Rong Clan, one of many who lost their parents at a young age. In a clan as vast as ours, such orphans are commonplace.”

“Years ago, I adopted countless children from both within the Rong Clan and the outside world—tens of thousands in total—and raised them separately. When these children reached the age of ten, I selected the most exceptionally talented among them, over three hundred in all. Every one of these chosen ones cultivated the Longevity Technique. Yet, in the end, you were the only one who successfully advanced to the Body Integration Stage.”

“In truth, you should be grateful to me. Without me, you likely wouldn’t have lived this long.”

Upon hearing these words, Rong Shao’s face grew even paler, his expression one of utter disbelief.

He had always believed himself to be a unique and unparalleled genius.

Never could he have imagined that he was merely the one who had progressed the furthest among the many talents selected by Rong Luan—and also the most tragic.

Perhaps it would have been a blessing to have died sooner, ignorant of the truth.

“Rong Luan, why are you telling me all this?” Rong Shao’s voice was hoarse, trembling with a desperate fragility.

Rong Luan’s gaze remained calm, even carrying a hint of cold detachment, as if appraising an object.

“My lifespan is nearing its end. Soon, you will fulfill your purpose as the ‘human-shaped great medicine.’ I simply wanted you to understand why you must die.”

A bitter smile twisted Rong Shao’s face.

“Perhaps I shouldn’t have saved you just now.”

“But you did. Even if you hadn’t, you would still have become Yu Bi’s resource for longevity extension. This is your fate—the final, inevitable destiny of your Medicine Body, sealed the moment I chose you.”

As Rong Luan finished speaking, a surge of corpse qi erupted from her body, twisting and grotesque like gnarled branches in the night. Before Rong Shao could react, the qi coiled around him, invading his body.

Rong Shao instantly lost all power to resist, paralyzed by the corpse qi, frozen in place.

“Rong Luan, you truly are ruthless. Sacrificing your own grandson, whom you’ve nurtured for millennia, without a second thought!” Yu Bi’s mocking voice echoed through the ship.

Rong Luan turned her head, her gaze piercing through the Giant Flying Ship’s protective barrier to meet Yu Bi’s.

“Yu Bi, you’ve already lost. Your cultivation can’t advance, and your lifespan can’t be extended. Why don’t you crawl back to your cultivation cave and eke out your remaining decades in misery?”

“It’s too early to declare victory or defeat. You haven’t been able to pilot the Giant Flying Ship away, have you? That’s because my attacks, striking from all directions, have destabilized the ship’s control matrix, preventing you from maneuvering it through the air. The Rongqi Giant Flying Ship is derived from the Divine Blood Gate’s warships, with its core components unchanged. I understand this vessel far better than you ever will.”

With these words, Yu Bi lowered his gaze to Song Wen, who stood atop the crimson waves below, and continued.

“Little friend, I have a method to breach the Rongqi Giant Flying Ship’s defenses, but it requires some preparation time. Why don’t we cooperate? You stall the ship for a moment, giving me the opportunity to cast my spell. Once successful, Rong Shao and Rong Luan will be mine, while Huang Yangshu will be yours. What do you say, little friend?”

Song Wen listened, sensing the unmistakable scent of “bargaining with a tiger for its skin.”

Yet a faint smile curled at the corner of his lips as he replied, “I am honored by your esteem, Senior. However, you seem to overestimate my abilities. With my current strength, I doubt I can restrain this Giant Flying Ship.”

The two exchanged polite formalities—”little friend” from Yu Bi, “Senior” from Song Wen—creating an amicable atmosphere that belied their earlier insults of “old bastard” and “little beast.”

Previously, when Huang Yangshu controlled the Giant Flying Ship, Song Wen had managed to restrain it by leveraging the vastness and unfathomable depths of his blood sea. But now that Rong Luan piloted the ship, its speed and power had surged dramatically, far beyond his capacity to contain.

“No matter!” Yu Bi declared with unwavering confidence. “I can tell you the precise points to attack on the ship. Strike them simultaneously, and it will be immobilized, unable to move.”

“But… I fear you might discard me like a worn-out millstone afterward, Senior,” Song Wen said leisurely.

(End of the Chapter)