Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1520: Humiliation

The snow-white Condensing Mist Sword pierced through the air, hurtling toward a Void Refinement Stage cultivator.

The cultivator instinctively tried to resist, but he was pinned to the ground by the overwhelming pressure emanating from Wei Wuren, utterly unable to move.

He desperately channeled his spiritual power, but it was futile. He couldn't break free from Wei Wuren's oppressive aura, nor could he even summon a mana shield.

The moment his spiritual power left his body, it was crushed by Wei Wuren's overwhelming force.

Under the cultivator's resentful and despairing gaze, the Condensing Mist Sword descended, aiming straight for his dantian.

Clang!

The sword pierced half an inch into his flesh before striking an impenetrable barrier, stopping dead in its tracks with a metallic clang.

A flicker of anxiety crossed Yan Yuyan's usually serene face.

The cultivator was trapped, unable to move, yet she couldn't kill him despite exerting her full power.

The absurdity of the situation stung her pride.

A rare sense of embarrassment rose within her, making her feel ashamed.

She glanced sideways at Song Wen.

Her own humiliation mattered little, but dragging Ji Yin into this disgrace weighed heavily on her conscience.

Ji Yin had treated the Wei Clan with arrogant disdain, while the Wei Clan responded with cautious deference, their reverence palpable, as if fearing that the slightest misstep could bring about their clan's annihilation.

This clearly demonstrated that Ji Yin's status must be exceptionally revered.

Could this be why Ji Yin had attained such formidable power despite ascending only three hundred years ago?

Yan Yuyan glanced at Song Wen with a hint of shame, but found his expression calm. Instead of reproach, he offered her a faint smile.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, there's no need to dwell on it. If one sword strike fails, simply try again."

Yan Yuyan's eye twitched slightly at his words.

The Condensing Mist Sword's failure to kill the man was clearly due to the mana shield circulating within his body.

If the first strike failed, no number of subsequent strikes would change the outcome.

Unless...

Someone intervened to seal the man's spiritual power, only then would success be possible.

However, since Ji Yin had instructed her to keep striking, she would comply.

The Condensing Mist Sword transformed into a snow-white blade of light, repeatedly slashing across the man's body, each strike leaving a fresh wound.

The man endured a torment akin to the ancient punishment of lingchi, his flesh carved away piece by piece, leaving him a bloody, mangled mess—a truly gruesome sight.

Yet, for a Void Refinement Stage cultivator, these injuries were merely superficial wounds, posing no threat to his life. They served only to inflict pain.

"Ah—just kill me already! Wei Wuren, Wei Tiancheng, you're Body Integration Stage cultivators, revered and supported by countless members of your clan. Is this how you protect your family? Standing by and watching outsiders slaughter your kin?"

"Feng Xin, enough!" Wei Tiancheng roared suddenly. "If you want to kill him, the Wei Clan has already delivered him to you. But you can't torture him. This is an insult to him, and an insult to the Wei Clan!"

Yan Yuyan was startled.

A violent aura erupted from Wei Tiancheng, making her feel as if she were being targeted by a primordial beast. She froze, afraid to move.

The Condensing Mist Sword hovered in mid-air, its blade dimmed, its power completely suppressed.

Song Wen stepped forward with a cold smile, subtly positioning himself between Yan Yuyan and the Wei Clan.

But before he could speak, Wei Wuren cut him off.

"Wei Tiancheng, shut up! It's just a few lives. As long as Young Master Feng Xin is satisfied, it's none of your concern! Step back!"

Wei Tiancheng fell silent.

Though he was the clan head, Wei Wuren was the Wei Clan's strongest member, his power and prestige far surpassing his own.

After rebuking Wei Tiancheng, Wei Wuren turned to Song Wen with a fawning smile.

"Young Master Feng Xin, please don't mind. Little Friend Yan, please continue. This beast hunted you down earlier and deserves to die. I'll shatter his spiritual power, ensuring you can kill him without lifting a finger."

With those words, Wei Wuren unleashed a burst of spiritual power that shattered the flow of mana within the Void Refinement Stage cultivator's body.

"Little Friend Yan, please finish him off," Wei Wuren said, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

Yan Yuyan was momentarily stunned.

The Wei Clan's Body Integration Stage cultivator was being so obsequious. Her curiosity about Ji Yin's true identity only deepened.

The Condensing Mist Sword flashed out again, effortlessly severing the Void Refinement Stage cultivator's life.

Soon, all hundred-plus individuals involved in the hunt for Yan Yuyan lay dead beneath the Condensing Mist Sword, their souls scattered and spirits vanished.

Their storage rings fell into Yan Yuyan's hands.

"Young Master Feng Xin, all those who hunted Little Friend Yan have been executed. Is Young Master Feng Xin satisfied now?" Wei Wuren asked.

"Those who commit wrongdoings must pay the price. Wei Wuren, do you think you can simply brush this aside with the lives of a few ants?" Song Wen sneered.

Wei Wuren's expression froze, clearly unprepared for such a response.

"Then how can we appease the young master's anger?" Wei Wuren asked.

Song Wen extended two fingers and said slowly, "Three million high-grade spirit stones."

"This..." Wei Wuren hesitated, clearly reluctant to agree immediately.

Although the Wei Clan possessed vast wealth, their large family consumed enormous quantities of spiritual materials daily, requiring massive amounts of spirit stones for procurement. Moreover, the clan rarely hoarded spirit stones, preferring to convert them into spiritual materials whenever possible.

Withdrawing three million high-grade spirit stones at once would likely drain the Wei Clan's treasury.

Of course, this didn't mean the clan couldn't raise such a sum. After all, the treasury was separate from individual resources. Even the five Body Integration Stage cultivators of the Wei Clan could collectively gather one or two million high-grade spirit stones.

At that moment, Wei Tiancheng roared again, "Feng Xin, don't push your luck! The Wei Clan has already lost two Void Refinement Stage cultivators and over thirty Divine Transformation Stage cultivators because of this matter. You're only at the Void Refinement Stage yourself—what more could you possibly want?"

"Wei Tiancheng!" Wei Wuren rebuked again. "Young Master Feng Xin is of esteemed status. How dare you speak to him so disrespectfully? Withdraw immediately and cease provoking his displeasure!"

Turning to Song Wen, he said, "Young Master Feng Xin, the Wei Clan will provide the three million high-grade spirit stones. However, we trust you will honor your word: once you receive these stones, you will cease pursuing this matter."

"Naturally," Song Wen replied.

"Excellent!" Wei Wuren said. "Please allow us a moment to gather the spirit stones. We will present them to you in full within fifteen minutes at most."

"Hold!"

Song Wen stopped Wei Wuren as he turned to leave. "I've heard the Wei Clan has five Body Integration Stage cultivators. Why have I only seen three of you? Where are the other two?"

"Young Master, the other two are currently in secluded cultivation," Wei Wuren replied. "Did you have a specific matter to discuss with them?"

"When you deliver the spirit stones, all five of you must appear and personally apologize to my friend here," Song Wen said, gesturing to Yan Yuyan beside him. "This will demonstrate the Wei Clan's sincerity."