Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1524: Releasing the Ferocious Aura

The sky was as clear as a washed sapphire.

A Giant Flying Ship, dozens of meters long, hovered in mid-air.

"Fellow Daoist Gu Huang, who is this?" Rong Shao asked, seeing Song Wen board the ship with Yan Yuyan.

"This is Yan Yuyan, an old acquaintance," Song Wen replied indifferently.

Rong Shao's brow furrowed without warning.

He keenly sensed that beneath Song Wen's seemingly calm and detached demeanor lay an indescribable ferocity. Yet this ferocious aura wasn't directed at anyone around them. Instead, it resembled the desperate, frenzied release of a wounded beast cornered in its final moments—a mixture of anguish and madness.

At that moment, Song Wen continued, "I'd be grateful if you could keep an eye on her for me, Fellow Daoist."

"Also, set course for the Northern Territory Lin Clan."

After speaking, Song Wen strode directly toward Zhu Mei, who stood on the deck not far away.

Ever since Song Wen and Yan Yuyan appeared, Zhu Mei's gaze had been scrutinizing Yan Yuyan. There was a unique aura about her—sharp and deadly, yet ethereal and transcendent. Few women in the world possessed such an aura.

Having grown up in a brothel and honed her skills in portraying the myriad facets of women, Zhu Mei found that no matter how she tried to imitate Yan Yuyan's aura, it remained beyond her grasp.

She was a sword dao cultivator, honed through countless battles.

A thought flashed through Zhu Mei's mind:

Could Gu Huang have taken a liking to this woman?

A hint of resentment stirred in her heart.

She knew all too well that Gu Huang kept her by his side solely for carnal matters. She didn't resent this; in fact, she willingly embraced it. She didn't delude herself into thinking he would develop genuine feelings for her, but she could still trade her favors for benefits.

For instance, she desperately wanted to escape the territory controlled by the Rong Clan. Gu Huang and Rong Shao were heading to the Northern Territory Lin Clan. This meant that if she could stay with Gu Huang and not be cast aside along the way, she could achieve her goal.

Moreover, if she served Gu Huang well, she might also gain other advantages, such as spirit stones and Spirit Herbs.

However, since their reunion, Gu Huang hadn't touched her even once, giving her no reason to make any requests.

Just then, Gu Huang appeared with an ethereal woman, filling her with a sense of urgency.

If Gu Huang truly fancied that woman, would Zhu Mei have any chance of getting close to him?

Just as Zhu Mei was growing anxious and uncertain, Song Wen had already approached her.

"Follow me."

The anxiety in Zhu Mei's heart vanished like smoke.

She saw it clearly: the moment Gu Huang drew near, a wild, beast-like impulse flickered in his eyes.

This impulse held no trace of desire, only a suppressed urge that demanded release.

Zhu Mei's lips curved into a slight smile.

She didn't care why Gu Huang had sought her out, as long as he had.

This meant she still had some value.

Song Wen rose into the air and soared toward the top floor of the ship tower.

Neither Zhu Mei nor Rong Shao had misjudged: the thought of Zhou Siyi's death, especially since it was her own fault, stirred an inexplicable restlessness in Song Wen's heart.

This feeling made him deeply uncomfortable.

In the Immortal Cultivation World, only a mind that remained calm and rational could go far.

Killing members of the Wei Clan had eased his mood slightly, but he still needed some outlet.

Thus, he turned to Zhu Mei.

At that moment, no one was more suitable than her.

One month later.

The tightly shut door at the top of the ship tower finally opened.

Zhu Mei emerged from the room, but instead of leaving, she stood by the railing outside.

A lingering flush still colored her face, and her steps were slightly awkward. Faint bruises marked the pale skin of her exposed neck, yet her eyes held a hint of satisfaction, clearly having obtained what she desired.

Song Wen followed her out of the room, brushing past her and landing on the deck.

Only Rong Shao stood on the deck; Yan Yuyan was nowhere in sight.

"Fellow Daoist Rong Shao, how much longer until we reach the Lin Clan?"

Rong Shao studied Song Wen intently, noticing that the man's previous aura of hostility had vanished, replaced by the calm detachment of a still pond.

"About a month more," Rong Shao replied.

"Then I'll trouble you to continue steering the Giant Flying Ship," Song Wen said.

"It's nothing," Rong Shao added. "By the way, that little friend Yan Yuyan is in a room on the lower floor of the ship tower."

Song Wen nodded and flew down to the first floor.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, could you open the door for a chat?"

With a creak, the door swung open.

Yan Yuyan stood at the threshold, smiling. "Senior Gu Huang, please come in."

Song Wen stepped inside without hesitation.

After closing the door, Yan Yuyan led Song Wen to a wooden table and gestured for him to sit. She remained standing beside him, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured Song Wen a cup of tea.

"Senior, please enjoy your tea."

"You sit as well. There's no need for such formality between us," Song Wen said.

"Thank you, Senior," Yan Yuyan replied, then sat across from him. "Senior, Zhou..."

Before she could finish, Song Wen shook his head.

Immediately, a concentrated mass of corpse qi surged from his body, rapidly coalescing into a barrier that enveloped the entire room.

The rooms in the ship tower had their own restriction formations to prevent eavesdropping. However, since the Giant Flying Ship belonged to Rong Shao, it was wise to take precautions against any potential means of surveillance he might possess.

Seeing that Song Wen had erected a barrier against divine sense, Yan Yuyan continued.

"I hope you will accept my condolences for the passing of Fellow Daoist Zhou Siyi."

After Yan Yuyan informed Ji Yin of Zhou Siyi's death, the latter had shown a brief flash of anger before regaining his composure. Yan Yuyan had assumed he had put the matter behind him.

However, after the incidents involving the Wei Clan and Zhu Mei, she realized that Ji Yin had merely buried his grief deep within his heart.

That was why she had offered her words of comfort.

Song Wen's gaze was as unfathomable as an abyss, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

"When fate arises, we gather; when it fades, we disperse. The ebb and flow of fate are beyond our control. Life and death are but a cycle in the grand cycle of heaven and earth. As cultivators, we should learn to see them with detachment."

"It's good that you can take it in stride, Senior," Yan Yuyan said with a radiant smile.

"By the way, I saw your master and Fellow Daoist Lan Chen in the mystic realm," Song Wen interjected, changing the subject.

Yan Yuyan's eyes lit up, and she eagerly pressed for details. "You met my master and Senior Lan Chen? Where are they?"

"They are in the Southern Nether Continent, while we are currently in the Yu Territory. Several states lie between the two, and the journey is long and perilous. With your current cultivation level, it would be difficult to travel safely. However, they have both joined powerful sects, so they are safe and sound. There's no need for you to worry excessively," Song Wen said.