Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1519: Yan Yuyan's Revenge

A hundred li west of Wuyan City, outside the Wei Clan's mountain gate, Song Wen and Yan Yuyan appeared before the gate.

What immediately caught the eye was Yan Yuyan's return to her signature crimson gown, as fiery and intense as ever.

Her brow carried the unyielding sharpness of one who had weathered countless battles, while her eyes shone with unwavering resolve, like a drawn sword. This fierce, heroic aura perfectly complemented her striking red attire, evoking the image of a Fire Phoenix reborn from Nirvana, utterly devoid of the disheveled desperation she had shown during her escape.

"Wei Tiancheng, come out and face this young master!" Song Wen roared.

Having learned their lesson from their previous encounter, the Wei Clan guards at the gate dared not disobey. One of them immediately turned and hurried inside.

Meanwhile, the Wei Clan members entering and exiting the gate scattered, none daring to approach and provoke the pair.

In an instant, the once bustling gate area transformed into a vacuum, leaving only Song Wen, Yan Yuyan, and a dozen guards standing their ground.

Within mere moments, Wei Tiancheng emerged from the gate in a flurry, hovering a hundred zhang before Song Wen.

His gaze lingered briefly on Yan Yuyan before he spoke.

"Young Master Feng Xin, this must be the ascended one? Now that you've found her, what brings you to our Wei Clan again?"

"I'm here to avenge her," Song Wen said calmly.

"Avenge her?" Wei Tiancheng's expression darkened. "How does the young master intend to do that?"

"Hand over everyone involved in this matter, and I'll spare your Wei Clan. Whether they participated in the pursuit, issued the orders from behind the scenes, or relayed messages, not a single one can be spared!" Song Wen declared.

A flash of anger flickered in Wei Tiancheng's eyes. Suppressing his rage, he forced the words through gritted teeth:

"Young Master Feng Xin, you're pushing things too far! This woman killed Wei Ziming, the Wei Clan's direct descendant, first. Our clan's actions to capture her were entirely justified. Yet now you demand we hand over everyone involved to face your judgment? This would utterly humiliate the Wei Clan and make it impossible for us to maintain our standing in the Yu Territory!"

"Clan Head Wei, you seem to have misunderstood something. I'm not negotiating with you; I'm giving you an order. Hand over the culprits, or... the Wei Clan will be erased from existence. The choice is yours. I won't waste any more words. Consider your answer carefully before replying." Song Wen's expression remained unchanged, as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

Wei Tiancheng's face instantly darkened, his expression turning ashen with rage. As the patriarch of the Wei Clan, he had never been so brazenly threatened and humiliated by a mere junior.

Just as he was about to explode, two slightly aged figures swept out from the mountain gate and appeared beside him.

"Wei Tiancheng, don't act rashly!"

"This man is a core disciple of the Divine Blood Gate. We can't afford to provoke them; we must endure!"

These words were transmitted through divine sense.

Although the three opponents' divine sense realms were all inferior to Song Wen's, and the strongest among them was only at the Late Body Integration Stage, Song Wen couldn't eavesdrop undetected, even at the same cultivation level. However, he couldn't escape the shadow void's surveillance.

Song Wen immediately understood their stance, a cold smirk involuntarily curling at the corner of his lips.

"Young Master Feng Xin, this old one, Wei Wuren, greets you. Please quell your anger. The Wei Clan will hand over all those you seek without delay," the elder at the Late Body Integration Stage said.

"Then hurry up and hand them over! This young master is busy and has no time to waste on you," Song Wen replied, his tone arrogant and disdainful.

In his heart, a cold smile also surfaced.

The Wei Clan had a total of five Body Integration Stage cultivators. With three already present, luring out the remaining two would allow him to strike.

With this thought, Song Wen glanced at the transparent barrier guarding the mountain gate.

If not for the Wei Clan's Clan Protection Formation, why would I need to go through all this trouble?

Wei Wuren began issuing orders to the guards, clearly instructing them to deliver messages.

Beside him, Wei Tiancheng stood in stony silence, veins bulging on his forehead, fists clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palms, drawing blood he didn't even seem to notice.

Moments later, people began emerging from the mountain gate, some forcibly dragged out, others reluctantly stepping forward on their own.

Within fifteen minutes, over a hundred individuals had gathered before the gate, their cultivation levels ranging from golden core to Void Refinement.

Among them were two Void Refinement Stage cultivators and thirty-two Divine Transformation Stage cultivators.

"Young Master Feng Xin, all the people you requested are here. They are at your disposal," Wei Wuren said.

"Rumor has it that the Wei Clan mobilized its entire force to hunt down the ascended one. How come there are so few here? Wei Wuren, are you trying to deceive this young master?" Song Wen demanded.

"Young Master, please understand, only these individuals participated. The rumors are baseless. If the Wei Clan had truly mobilized its full strength, how could we have failed to capture a mere newly ascended one?" Wei Wuren countered.

While Song Wen haggled with Wei Wuren, the hundred-odd cultivators who had participated in the pursuit of Yan Yuyan finally understood why they had been summoned.

Their families had abandoned them, making them scapegoats—disposable pawns sacrificed to protect the clan's reputation.

"Supreme Elder Wuren, we beg you for mercy! Don't abandon us! We were merely following orders; we committed no crime!"

"Supreme Elder, we have risked our lives for the clan! Even if we have no merit, we have toiled tirelessly! Please, don't discard us!"

The mountain gate erupted with desperate pleas and resentful roars, shattering the solemn atmosphere into chaos and despair.

Some tried to flee, but Wei Wuren's oppressive aura pinned them to the ground. Others collapsed, their faces ashen. Still others stared at Wei Wuren and Wei Tiancheng with a desperate, crazed look in their eyes.

Wei Tiancheng's clenched fists trembled violently, his fingernails digging into his palms.

The wrinkles on Wei Wuren's face deepened.

"Silence! The clan has nurtured you, providing you with cultivation resources, techniques, and secret arts. Now is the time to repay that debt! Cease your clamoring!"

The words struck like a final death knell, shattering the last vestiges of hope in the hearts of the hundred-odd people.

A deathly silence of despair rapidly spread through the crowd.

Song Wen watched coldly, the icy smirk at the corner of his lips growing even more chilling.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, kill them. All their storage rings are yours as compensation for their pursuit of you."

"I'm to do it?" Yan Yuyan asked, surprised.

Hadn't Ji Yin said he would slaughter them all?

The Wei Clan had already handed over the prisoners. Why wouldn't he do it himself?

Seeing Song Wen's resolute expression and his apparent unwillingness to explain, Yan Yuyan hesitated no longer. She summoned the Condensing Mist Sword.

"Very well. Thank you, Senior Ji Yin, for this opportunity."

The Condensing Mist Sword transformed into a streak of light, hurtling toward the hundred-odd people.

Yan Yuyan appeared valiant and heroic on the surface, but in truth, she hadn't fully recovered her spiritual power or healed her injuries. Her strength was merely a facade, and the Condensing Mist Sword could only unleash a fraction of its true power.

Yet even this weakened Condensing Mist Sword plunged the hundred people into utter terror and despair, forcing them to endure the agony of impending death.