Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1513: Encountering Familiar Faces from the Lower Realm Again?

Translator: CinderTL

Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, everything remained calm and peaceful. The scenarios Song Wen had feared—Rong Luan or Yu Bi tracking them down using Rong Shao’s soul lamp—never materialized.

On this particular day, Rong Shao finally emerged from his seclusion, stepping out of the mountain cave.

He immediately saw Song Wen flying toward him.

“Fellow Daoist, how has your recovery progressed? Have you successfully mastered the Myriad Transformations Curse?” Song Wen asked.

“I comprehended the Myriad Transformations Curse in just two days. The remaining time was spent healing my injuries. I apologize for keeping you waiting so long,” Rong Shao replied.

“Fellow Daoist Rong Shao, you’re being too modest,” Song Wen said. “Shall we depart for the Northern Region immediately?”

“As you wish, Fellow Daoist.”

With that, Rong Shao summoned a Giant Flying Ship.

“Fellow Daoist Gu Huang, please board the ship.”

Song Wen didn’t hesitate and flashed onto the deck.

Rong Shao followed suit.

The ship pierced through the air, hurtling northward at full speed.

Two days later.

“Fellow Daoist Rong Shao, we should be approaching Wuyan City soon. Let’s stop outside the city,” Song Wen said as he emerged from the ship tower and addressed Rong Shao on the deck.

The journey to the Northern Territory Lin Clan was long, requiring several months of travel.

Bored by the monotony of the journey, Song Wen planned to use this opportunity to refine the over 8,000 kilograms of Qianyuan Burning Star Iron he had obtained from Yu Bi and integrate it into his Blood Sea Seal.

However, he still lacked certain auxiliary spiritual objects.

Wuyan City was a sizable settlement, considered a mid-to-large city within the Yu Territory. Acquiring these relatively common auxiliary spiritual objects should pose no difficulty there.

Rong Shao readily agreed, nodding in assent.

Due to his unique status, he dared not enter cities lightly. Throughout their journey, he had deliberately bypassed every city and market they encountered.

Accordingly, Rong Shao began gradually slowing the Giant Flying Ship when they were still over 100,000 kilometers from Wuyan City.

Before the ship had fully come to a halt, Song Wen transformed into a fleeting shadow and darted off the deck.

However, he had long since instructed Shadow Void to leave a divine sense imprint on the ship.

Though Rong Shao appeared grateful and genuinely eager to join him in venturing into the Fallen Demon Valley, Song Wen maintained a necessary level of caution.

Having flown over two thousand miles, Song Wen’s expression suddenly shifted, a peculiar glint flashing across his face.

Directly ahead, a familiar figure was rapidly approaching.

It was Zhu Mei!

What was this?

A case of enemies crossing paths?

Or… a destined reunion?

A faint smile curled Song Wen’s lips as he straightened his posture and actively moved to intercept her.

Zhu Mei remained unaware of Song Wen’s presence, continuing to fly in her predetermined direction.

By the time she noticed him, the distance between them had narrowed to a mere few hundred miles.

Moreover, Song Wen’s speed was so astonishingly swift that neither her eyes nor her divine sense could lock onto him, making it impossible to discern his identity.

Zhu Mei’s heart jolted with alarm. Instinctively, she halted her escape light, hovering in place.

Her breathing quickened slightly, the warm exhalation stirring the thin veil that veiled her face, revealing glimpses of her fair jawline.

Her gaze sharpened with vigilance as she fixed her eyes on the approaching figure, her slender fingers unconsciously clenching into a tight fist.

Good thing my veil conceals my face. This person probably isn’t after my beauty.

No, that’s wrong. He’s clearly heading straight for me. If he harbors ill intentions, I’ll be in grave danger!

Perhaps I should remove my veil and reveal my peerless beauty. If he truly harbors ill intentions, my beauty might stir his pity and spare my life.

But… what if the person is a woman? My exceptional appearance might backfire.

Should I remove the veil or not?

Zhu Mei’s mind was in utter turmoil.

In the end, she chose to maintain her disguise and left the thin veil in place.

By the time she clearly discerned the approaching figure, Song Wen was only a few miles away and gradually slowing down.

“Immortal Monarch Zhu Mei, long time no see,” Song Wen said with a smile.

“Xing Chang… no, Senior Gu Huang… this junior pays her respects,” Zhu Mei said, bowing respectfully. “In the past, this junior failed to recognize Mount Tai before her eyes and committed offenses. I humbly beg Senior’s forgiveness and ask that you not hold it against me.”

Song Wen stopped half a foot in front of Zhu Mei, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe.

Zhu Mei had not only concealed her face but also deliberately worn loose, thick robes to conceal her voluptuous figure, clearly wanting to avoid any attention drawn by her appearance.

“What brings you to Wuyan City?”

“This junior dares not return to Yijing City, nor even show her face in any city under the Rong Clan’s control. That’s why I’ve been traveling north, hoping to escape their influence.”

At that moment, Zhu Mei seemed to suddenly understand something.

A radiant, yet slightly shy smile bloomed on her face, her eyes shimmering like a starlit river. Her gaze toward Song Wen was filled with undisguised admiration and reverence, as if she were beholding a celestial being.

“This junior has been traveling without rest, fleeing all the way to Wuyan City. I had planned to rest outside the city for a few days, but then I unexpectedly encountered you, Senior. It is truly my honor. Would this junior be so fortunate as to follow you, Senior, and serve you day and night?”

A honey trap?

The thought flashed through Song Wen’s mind.

But… it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

The journey to the Northern Region was long and monotonous. Having a beautiful companion might make it more bearable.

After all, Zhu Mei had learned quite a lot from the elders of the Hundred Fragrances Pavilion.

And she knew… quite a variety of techniques.

Noble emperor, icy immortal maiden, gentle master…

“Come with me,” Song Wen said, turning toward the Giant Flying Ship.

“Yes, Senior!” Zhu Mei hurried to follow.

“By the way, didn’t you say you were heading north? Why were you rushing south just now?” Song Wen asked casually.

Zhu Mei explained, “Three days ago, a cultivator from the Lower Realm suddenly ascended near Wuyan City. The Wei Clan, upon learning of this, sent envoys to recruit him. But for some reason, a fierce conflict erupted, and a battle ensued. The Wei Clan not only failed to bring the cultivator back but also suffered casualties and retreated in disarray.”

“Having lost face, the Wei Clan has ordered a thorough investigation of the surrounding region and is now relentlessly searching for the ascended cultivator’s whereabouts. The atmosphere in Wuyan City has been tense these past two days, and fearing involvement, I decided to distance myself from the city to avoid trouble.”

The Wei Clan is a subordinate force of the Rong Clan, and Wuyan City serves as their core stronghold.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of interest flashed in Song Wen’s eyes.

“So, this ascended cultivator from the Lower Realm possesses both skill and considerable courage.”

Since the Wei Clan had sent someone to recruit her, at least a Divine Transformation Stage cultivator must have been dispatched. The fact that the ascended individual had severely injured such a cultivator proved her extraordinary strength and unparalleled courage.

“Rumor has it that the ascended individual is a woman, strikingly beautiful, and always clad in crimson robes.”

Zhu Mei paused, then added, “Oh, and she’s a sword cultivator. Her natal magic treasure is a snow-white, three-foot-long sword.”

Song Wen’s body stiffened slightly, freezing in place. He turned to Zhu Mei, disbelief flickering in his eyes.

“Are you certain?”

Crimson robes, sword cultivator, snow-white longsword, Lower Realm ascension…

These details coalesced in Song Wen’s mind, and a name suddenly surfaced: Yan Yuyan!

Caught under Song Wen’s piercing gaze, Zhu Mei felt as if thorns were pricking her back.

“This humble one hasn’t personally witnessed the ascended individual. These details are merely hearsay, but many have corroborated them. It’s unlikely to be false.”

(End of the Chapter)