Record of a Demon's Cultivation - Chapter 100: The Cold Moon Blade

Chapter 100: The Cold Moon Blade

Translator: Cinder Translations

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After a moment, the two giant pythons were eventually defeated, their blood staining the pond red.

However, the two Profound Yin Sect cultivators had expended a lot of their spiritual energy. The female cultivator, who was slightly weaker, had been struck by a water column from one of the pythons, causing her chest to deflate and her ribs to be shattered.

The female cultivator took a healing pill and began to meditate on the spot.

The male cultivator started to clean up the battlefield, collecting the Wind Spirit Flowers and the corpses of the pythons.

“Who’s there!”

The male cultivator suddenly roared towards the bushes where Wu Xiu was hiding.

He raised his hand, and a fierce ghost rushed towards the bushes.

Wu Xiu was quite frustrated. Despite his careful hiding and trying to conceal his presence, a falling dead bird had hit him on the head, revealing his position.

Seeing the fierce ghost charging at him, Wu Xiu had no choice but to face it.

He activated a talisman, and a long, pitch-black blade materialized out of thin air. The blade was surging with murderous aura as it slashed down at the fierce ghost.

This was a mid-grade talisman, the Ghost-Slaying Talisman.

The fierce ghost clapped its hands, and intense ghostly energy surged from its hands.

The long blade shattered, and the fierce ghost’s hands were injured by the blade, scattering its yin energy.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Ghost-Slaying Talisman held off the fierce ghost, Wu Xiu tried to flee.

However, the Profound Yin Sect male cultivator approached, wielding a steel spear aimed at Wu Xiu’s back.

Wu Xiu had to abandon his escape and turn to fight.

After a few breaths, Wu Xiu, weakened by the pythons’ attack and with his strength greatly diminished, was defeated. Just as the steel spear was about to pierce his chest, the male cultivator fell dead without warning.

A broken blade was embedded in the back of his head.

The broken blade was something Song Wen had bought from a street stall half a year ago.

At that time, with his spiritual sense developed, he could immediately recognize the blade’s exceptional quality.

The blade, one inch wide and one foot long, had been a spirit tool, only cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage could activate it.

Though broken, the blade could still be activated after Song Wen refined it, and its material and grade were superior to high-grade magical tools.

After Song Wen’s refining, the once gray broken blade now shone like a mirror, radiating cold light.

With his spiritual sense, Song Wen controlled the blade effortlessly, directing it precisely and with ease.

This was far superior to how typical Qi Refining cultivators used mental power to control magical tools. His control was detailed and precise.

He named the blade Cold Moon Blade!

This was his first time using the Cold Moon Blade to kill an enemy, and it worked quite well.

Wu Xiu was initially pleased to see the Profound Yin Sect male cultivator suddenly dead, but his face changed to one of horror as he saw Song Wen emerge from the bushes.

Given his injuries, Wu Xiu knew he was no match for Song Wen, even though Song Wen was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Moreover, Song Wen appeared right after the Profound Yin Sect male cultivator died.

It was hard not to suspect that Song Wen had killed the male cultivator. Although it was surprising that a fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator could kill a seventh-level one, the evidence was clear.

“It’s you, Ji Yin!” Wu Xiu said, panic-stricken.

Song Wen did not reply but moved with a mental command, sending a flash of cold light that decapitated the escaping female Profound Yin Sect cultivator.

Immediately, Song Wen’s figure became a blur as he reached out for Wu Xiu’s head.

“Ji Yin, spare me! It was my mistake, I was reckless and ignorant…”

Before Wu Xiu could finish his plea, his head exploded!

Song Wen shook the blood from his hands, feeling satisfied to have eliminated another enemy personally.

After devouring the souls and blood of the three corpses, Song Wen also consumed the blood and souls of the two giant pythons.

This wasn’t Song Wen’s first time devouring the blood and souls of beasts. Out of curiosity, he had once bought beast corpses and souls for this purpose.

He found that although beasts were often large, the condensed blood he obtained from them was significantly inferior to that of cultivators of the same level, amounting to only about thirty to forty percent.

The same applied to beast souls. They were far less effective at enhancing spiritual power compared to souls of cultivators at the same level.

This had always left him less interested in beast corpses; he found cultivator corpses to be more valuable.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Song Wen recalled the foolish Black Gu still hunting birds and left the island in the lake.

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Before a small hill.

A young female cultivator, with disheveled breath, blood at her mouth, and looking grievously injured and pitiful, was collapsed on the ground.

Wu Sui watched this scene from a distance, a wicked smile on his face.

“The Red Blood Sect disciples are truly foolish, resorting to such old-fashioned beauty traps.”

Knowing it was a trap, Wu Sui still did not retreat but walked straight towards the young female cultivator.

“Miss, it seems you’re seriously injured. Do you need me to help heal you?”

As he spoke, Wu Sui’s gaze lingered on the woman’s alluring figure, his desire evident in his eyes.

“Thank you, Senior Brother from the Corpse Demon Sect. May I ask your esteemed name? Cough, cough…”

The woman’s delicate voice was tinged with weakness. As she spoke, she couldn’t help but cough several times, more blood spilling from her mouth as if she might faint at any moment.

“My name is Wu Sui. I can save you, but first, I need to deal with those two little mice.”

Wu Sui’s demeanor suddenly changed from flirtatious to cold and murderous, his aura brimming with killing intent.

A black chain extended from Wu Sui’s hand, rapidly elongating like a giant snake, writhing and coiling in the air.

The chain lashed out towards a dense tree crown several dozen meters away.

After a few screams and cries, the chain began to retract.

At the end of the chain were the bodies of two Red Blood Sect male cultivators, pierced through their chests. The chain dragged the corpses and threw them before the young woman.

The young woman was horrified, her voice now filled with panic and fear.

“You… you actually killed Brother Zhang and Brother Chen.”

“The two little mice were insignificant,” Wu Sui said, returning to his earlier flirtatious demeanor, his smile bright as he looked at the young woman.

“Miss, I wonder where you’re injured and how you’d like me to treat you?”

Wu Sui’s gaze was fixed on the woman’s ample bosom.

Feeling Wu Sui’s intense gaze, the young woman’s panic gradually subsided as she saw a glimmer of hope for survival.

Realizing she had angered a dangerous person, she gritted her teeth, tore off her outer garment, and exposed her white chest.

“Senior Brother can treat me however you wish.”

Wu Sui’s face showed a playful smile.

“Oh, is that so? However, I’m not skilled at healing; I’m better at killing!”

In the young woman’s disbelieving gaze, the black chain suddenly moved, piercing through her chest.

A large coffin appeared on the ground in front of Wu Sui.

He placed the three corpses from the chain into the coffin and then stored the coffin into his storage bag.

These were high-quality cultivation materials and could not be wasted.

Through the Black Gu, Song Wen, who had been observing from a distance, quickly made up his mind after seeing the scene.

He altered his aura to match his usual appearance and then ran towards Wu Sui.

When Wu Sui saw Song Wen suddenly appear, his eyes flashed with killing intent at first. However, noticing Song Wen’s attire as a Corpse Demon Sect disciple, he did not immediately attack.

At that moment, Song Wen called out in surprise.

“Senior Brother Wu Sui, it’s so great to see you!”

Wu Sui, with a cold gaze, looked at Song Wen without easing his guard.

“Who are you? How do you know me?”

Song Wen’s face was full of flattering smiles. “Senior Brother Wu Sui, I’m Ji Yin. Don’t you remember? I had the honor of meeting you in the Corpse Dissection Cave.”

(End of the Chapter)

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