Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1514: Raising a Grand Banner as a Tiger Skin

Translator: CinderTL

“Do you have any clues about the whereabouts of the ascended one?” Song Wen asked.

Zhu Mei shook her head.

“How could I possibly know? If I did, I would have reported it to the Wei Clan long ago. They’ve offered a reward of up to fifty thousand high-grade spirit stones—five thousand just for providing useful leads.”

She added quickly, “Senior, if you want to find her, you’ll have to ask the Wei Clan. They’re the most likely to know her whereabouts.”

Song Wen’s aura gradually sharpened.

If the ascended one might be Yan Yuyan, he needed to meet her.

Therefore, a visit to the Wei Clan was inevitable.

After sending Zhu Mei onto the Giant Flying Ship and giving Rong Shao a few instructions, Song Wen set off alone for Wuyan City.

As a medium-sized city, Wuyan City was under the Rong Clan’s patronage, and the Wei Clan had been appointed to govern it. Naturally, their strength was considerable, with five Body Integration Stage cultivators stationed there.

The Wei Clan’s headquarters lay a hundred miles outside Wuyan City, nestled among a cluster of mountains.

Song Wen, disguised as a mid-void refinement stage cultivator, made no attempt to conceal the overwhelming corpse qi radiating from his body as he approached the Wei Clan’s mountain gate.

The gate was an imposing plaque tower several hundred feet tall.

Beneath the tower’s entrance, Wei Clan cultivators continuously entered and exited, soaring through the air on their spiritual instruments.

The surging corpse qi emanating from Song Wen instantly drew the attention of many.

A late-stage void refinement guard captain flew forward to intercept him.

“Fellow Daoist, what brings you to our Wei Clan?” the captain asked, his tone polite but his eyes scrutinizing Song Wen from head to toe.

“Summon your Wei Clan Patriarch to meet this young master,” Song Wen commanded imperiously.

The captain’s brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes.

“May I ask your esteemed name and the purpose of your visit?”

“This young master is Feng Xin of the Divine Blood Gate. As for my business with your Patriarch, that is none of your concern. Simply summon him to meet me,” Song Wen declared haughtily.

“The Divine Blood Gate?” The captain eyed Song Wen skeptically. “Do you have any proof of your identity?”

Song Wen lightly stamped his foot.

In an instant, several crimson tentacles erupted from beneath Song Wen’s feet, writhing menacingly in mid-air.

The guard captain glanced at the tentacles, then at Song Wen’s inscrutable expression, his demeanor growing colder.

“Feng Xin, what is the meaning of this?” the captain asked, his tone a mix of confusion and veiled accusation.

The inscrutable expression on Song Wen’s face instantly froze.

“You don’t recognize this mystic treasure?”

“Why would I?” the guard captain retorted.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t recognize it. Summon your clan patriarch—he’ll know it immediately,” Song Wen said.

“If you wish to see our clan patriarch, you must first prove your identity. If you cannot provide proof, please leave. Otherwise…” The guard captain’s attitude turned distinctly colder, though he stopped short of outright hostility.

Despite the guard captain’s attempts at restraint, Song Wen had no patience for further exchanges.

One of the tentacles beneath his feet suddenly shot out like a striking viper, aiming with ruthless precision for the guard captain’s lower abdomen, targeting his dantian.

“You dare!” the guard captain roared, his voice a mix of shock and fury.

He clearly hadn’t anticipated that his opponent would dare to attack directly before the Wei Clan’s mountain gate—a display of unparalleled audacity.

Spiritual light surged around him as he retreated swiftly.

Simultaneously, a small bronze shield flew from his storage ring, expanding rapidly as it met the wind.

However, the crimson tentacle moved far faster than he had anticipated. Before the bronze shield could fully activate, the tentacle slammed into it, sending the shield flying.

The crimson tentacle, like a meteor chasing the moon, retained its full momentum.

Pfft!

The crimson tentacle pierced through the guard captain’s abdomen, exiting through his back.

The tentacle’s sharp tip bloomed like a grotesque, blood-red flower, its five jagged petals splitting open instantly.

Clamped within the flower’s center was a miniature figure—a perfect replica of the guard captain himself, his nascent soul.

From the flower’s core, a slender tentacle shot forth like a viper’s tongue, piercing directly through the nascent soul’s tiny body.

The nascent soul exploded violently, transforming into a torrent of Spiritual Qi that swept outward in all directions.

The guard captain lowered his gaze to the tentacle piercing his abdomen, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He jerked his head up, glaring furiously at Song Wen.

“You… you dare cripple my cultivation?”

“Dare to disrespect this young master? You brought this upon yourself,” Song Wen replied coldly.

The sudden commotion naturally drew the attention of those passing through the mountain gate, who stared in shock.

“You dare harm a member of the Wei Clan before our very gate? You have a death wish!”

Someone roared, and instantly over a dozen Wei Clan cultivators activated their mystic treasures, launching a coordinated assault on Song Wen. Ten of them were guards stationed at the gate; with their captain critically injured and his cultivation crippled, they couldn’t stand idly by.

Meanwhile, the remaining Wei Clan members either retreated into the mountain gate, sensing their own inadequacy, or fled into the sky.

The tentacles beneath Song Wen’s feet writhed, either erupting like frenzied pythons to meet the incoming barrage of mystic treasures, or transforming into crimson spears that pierced the attacking Wei Clan cultivators.

Two breaths later.

Over a dozen blood mists exploded one after another, reducing the attacking Wei Clan cultivators to minced meat. A nauseatingly thick stench of blood instantly permeated the air, staining the entire area before the Wei Clan’s mountain gate a horrifying crimson.

Yet Song Wen stood motionless, unmoved.

“You dare slaughter our men at the Wei Clan’s mountain gate? No matter who you are, the Wei Clan will never forgive you!” the guard captain roared in fury.

“Heh,” Song Wen chuckled lightly. “That’s not certain. When your patriarch arrives, he might even have to apologize to this young master.”

With that, Song Wen channeled spiritual power into his throat and declared loudly:

“This young master is Feng Xin, a core disciple of the Divine Blood Gate. Wei Clan Patriarch, come forth and pay your respects immediately!”

Song Wen’s voice boomed like thunder from the Nine Heavens, shaking countless trees below and echoing endlessly through the mountain forest.

Suddenly, a towering figure surged from within the mountain gate, halting ten zhang before Song Wen.

The newcomer surveyed the swirling blood mist and glanced at the guard captain impaled by tentacles, his face instantly hardening into a mask of frost.

“You possess remarkable audacity, daring to flaunt your power at the Wei Clan’s doorstep.”

A colossal wave of oppressive might erupted from his body, crashing down on Song Wen like a mountain.

Song Wen’s posture instantly hunched slightly, as if bearing the weight of ten thousand jun.

Yet his face remained haughty, his gaze toward the newcomer even tinged with disdain.

“Don’t think your Body Integration Stage cultivation will intimidate this young master. Whoever you are, immediately withdraw your oppressive aura! Otherwise, I’ll slaughter every member of the Wei Clan, leaving not a single dog or chicken alive!”

(End of the Chapter)

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