Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1529: If You Don't Know How to Enjoy Life, There's No Point in Cultivating Immortality

"No matter what, we have to try," Song Wen said.

"What's your plan next, fellow Daoist?" Rong Shao asked.

"Destroy the Myriad Sun Sect and abduct Jiang Ling'er," Song Wen replied.

"The Myriad Sun Sect isn't some small sect. Even setting aside the Lin Clan, they have four Body Integration Stage cultivators guarding the sect, not to mention their sect protection array. With just the two of us, it'll be difficult to destroy them," Rong Shao warned.

"I can destroy the Myriad Sun Sect alone, without your help. From now on, we'll split up. Fellow Daoist, you try to contact Kong Ling and get his Communication Jade Slip. I'll go to the Myriad Sun Sect alone," Song Wen said.

"Fellow Daoist Gu Huang, I'm not underestimating you, but don't be overconfident. The Myriad Sun Sect has the backing of the Lin Clan and a history stretching back tens of thousands of years. They shouldn't be taken lightly," Rong Shao cautioned.

"Rest assured, I have my own plans. I could escape intact from both Rong Luan and Yu Bi, two Great Ascension Stage cultivators. Why would I fear a mere Myriad Sun Sect?" Song Wen countered.

"Very well," Rong Shao nodded slightly. "As you say."

After further discussion, the two parted ways to carry out their respective tasks.

The Myriad Sun Sect was tens of millions of li from Tianshan City. Not wanting to waste time, Song Wen flew at full speed.

However, the vast distance was also an advantage for Song Wen.

At least he didn't have to worry about the Lin Clan's Great Ascension Stage cultivators interfering the moment he clashed with the Myriad Sun Sect.

The next day, at the hour of wei (1-3 PM), Song Wen, disguised as a late-stage void refinement cultivator, stood in the air outside the Myriad Sun Sect's mountain gate. Behind him stood a masked guard, a disguise of his Cosmic Transformation Incarnation.

Despite its name, the Myriad Sun Sect primarily cultivated the Ghost Dao. The entire sect reeked of ghost qi, and within a radius of ten thousand li, Yin Energy howled. The surrounding forests were withered and twisted, their branches resembling countless struggling Fierce Ghosts.

"Who are you? Why have you come to the Myriad Sun Sect?" the sect guards outside the mountain gate demanded.

"This young master is Gu Huang, from Azure Wutong Province. I wish to see your sect leader. Here is my visiting card. Present it immediately."

With that, Song Wen tossed out a palm-sized jade token. The token was inscribed with a special restriction: upon reading its contents, it would turn to dust after a moment. This was a simple method to prevent outsiders from peeking at its contents. The information within the token was trivial and harmless even if leaked, but anyone who attempted to do so would expose their malicious intentions.

The guard who spoke to Song Wen was a mid-void refinement stage male cultivator.

After taking the jade token, he scrutinized Song Wen for a moment, then his gaze shifted to the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation behind him.

In his eyes, the Incarnation's aura was unfathomably deep, at least that of a Body Integration Stage cultivator, and moreover, a corpse cultivator.

Gu Huang was merely at the Void Refinement Stage, yet he was accompanied by a Body Integration Stage cultivator for protection. This clearly indicated he had significant backing. Moreover, Gu Huang referred to himself as "young master." Only someone from a major power would maintain such arrogance after reaching the Void Refinement Stage.

"Then please wait here, fellow daoist," the guard said.

He clasped the jade token, turned, and entered the mountain gate.

About the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the guard returned.

Before him stood an old man in black robes.

The old man's face was withered and his figure gaunt, bearing a striking resemblance to the dead branches and withered trees scattered across the mountains near the Myriad Sun Sect.

This was none other than the sect leader of the Myriad Sun Sect, Old Jian.

"Little friend Gu Huang, it is a great joy to welcome you from afar. Please enter the sect swiftly. I will ensure you are properly hosted."

Song Wen clasped his hands in a formal greeting, but his face remained arrogant.

"Greetings, Senior Old Jian. I am honored by your invitation and shall gladly comply."

Old Jian's lips stretched into a smile that was more of a grimace, his withered face resembling the gnarled bark of a dead tree, contorted into a Fierce Ghost's roar.

He turned to the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation and asked, "May I inquire as to this fellow daoist's name?"

The Cosmic Transformation Incarnation remained silent, as if he hadn't heard. It was Song Wen who spoke up.

"This is an old servant of mine. I habitually call him 'Dumb Slave'."

Dumb Slave?

A flicker of shock crossed Old Jian's cloudy eyes. What kind of background dares to enslave a Body Integration Stage cultivator?

"Ah, Fellow Daoist Dumb Slave. My apologies. Little Friend Gu Huang, Fellow Daoist Dumb Slave, please enter the sect quickly."

As Old Jian finished speaking, the barrier at the mountain gate dissolved, leaving the path clear.

Under Old Jian's guidance, Song Wen entered the mountain gate and flew past dozens of peaks radiating dense ghost qi, finally arriving at a Stone Hall built from black stones.

After entering the Stone Hall, they found it completely empty. The furnishings were spartan: only two rows of wide stone chairs facing each other.

A low table stood before each chair.

The moment the two men sat down, several maids filed into the hall, each carrying a tray.

On the trays were pots of spirit fruit wine.

They filled the low tables before the men with delicacies and exquisite dishes, then turned and left.

Each maid was graceful and beautiful, clad in a thin, cicada-wing-like gauze that revealed and concealed her snow-white skin. Their movements stirred waves of fragrant air.

Song Wen's gaze lingered openly on their alluring curves until the last tempting back had vanished through the hall door. Only then did he reluctantly withdraw his gaze.

A knowing smile spread across his face as he addressed Old Jian:

"The world says you, Senior Old Jian, know beauty and appreciate it. Today, I see the rumors are true."

Old Jian's fierce-ghost-like smile deepened.

"Little friend, you share this interest? If you do, once our business is settled, feel free to select a few you fancy and take them to your chambers."

"For us cultivators, seeking immortality is an act of defiance against Heaven's will. We spend our days exhausting our minds and treading with utmost caution, terrified of making a misstep that would plunge us into eternal damnation. If we can't even enjoy ourselves, what's the point of cultivating immortality?" Song Wen said.

"Indeed, indeed! Little friend, your words resonate deeply with me."

As he spoke, Old Jian's tone shifted abruptly. A faint glow flickered in his sunken eye sockets as he asked casually, "The invitation stated that you are a core disciple of the Divine Blood Gate. Is this true?"

"Of course," Song Wen replied.

"Do you have any proof of this?" Old Jian pressed.

Song Wen raised his hand and tossed a jade slip.

Inside the slip was the formation method for the fourth-tier Devouring Soul Array.

Old Jian examined the slip, his excitement growing. He suddenly stood up, his weathered face flushing crimson.

"This method of extending longevity is truly miraculous and profound! I wonder who created it? Still, this array only extends lifespan by three Sexagenary Cycles. For someone as old as me, it's practically useless."

The excitement on Old Jian's face gradually faded, replaced by regret and resentment.

"Senior, you underestimate its power. This is merely a fourth-tier array. This young master possesses higher-tier Devouring Soul Arrays." Song Wen said with a smile.

Old Jian's eyes gradually deepened into abyssal darkness as he stared fixedly at Song Wen. But upon noticing the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation standing behind Song Wen, his eyes clouded over once more.