Record of a Demon's Cultivation - Chapter 109: The Furious Golden Core Elder

Chapter 109: The Furious Golden Core Elder

Translator: Cinder Translations

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“Good!”

Wu Sui’s spirits lifted, and he exclaimed loudly.

“Ji Yin, you truly are a generous and trustworthy person. I will give the Heavenly Spirit Fruits to you right away.”

As he spoke, Wu Sui quickly moved towards the pile of clothes.

Ying Ni, enduring intense pain, shouted with a mixture of anger and frustration.

“Ji Yin, how could you be so foolish as to believe Wu Sui’s lies so easily? How did someone as naive as you manage to advance to the ninth level of Qi Refining in the Corpse Demon Sect?”

Song Wen seemed to snap out of his daze from Ying Ni’s words. As Wu Sui was still about twenty meters from where the storage ring was thrown, he suddenly shouted.

“Senior Brother Wu Sui, stop!”

Song Wen’s sudden shout made Wu Sui halt in his tracks.

He looked eagerly at the storage ring not far ahead but forced himself to maintain a smile, addressing Song Wen.

“Ji Yin, what is it?”

Song Wen said, “Sister Ying Ni has a point. Since I’ve thrown away the storage ring, shouldn’t Senior Brother show some goodwill and temporarily deactivate your spiritual shield?”

Wu Sui glanced at Song Wen and then back at the storage ring.

Next to the storage ring was a corpse storage bag containing a corpse puppet made from the body of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Wu Sui’s gaze darted between Song Wen, the storage ring, and the corpse storage bag.

After a moment, he seemed to make up his mind.

“Alright, I agree to your terms!”

He was fifty meters away from Song Wen. At such a distance, even if Song Wen had a hidden card, there was enough time for Wu Sui to use his remaining power to form another spiritual shield.

With that, the green shield around Wu Sui disappeared.

Wu Sui’s eyes remained fixed on Song Wen, wary of any sudden attack.

To his surprise and delight, Song Wen did not use the opportunity to strike. Instead, he watched as Wu Sui approached the pile of clothes step by step.

Closer!

Ten meters!

Eight meters!

Five meters!

Wu Sui’s excitement grew; the corpse storage bag was right in front of him.

When he was within three meters, Wu Sui suddenly leaped and grabbed the corpse storage bag on the ground.

“Roar!”

The pseudo-second-level corpse puppet, made from the body of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, suddenly appeared.

The corpse puppet moved with lightning speed, filled with murderous intent, and charged straight at Song Wen.

At this moment, Wu Sui’s face was filled with derision and malice.

“Ji Yin, die!”

Ying Ni’s eyes turned dead and hopeless again. She had hoped that if Song Wen won, she might have a slim chance of survival.

However, the favorable situation was ruined by this fool, Ji Yin, who had effectively sealed their fate.

How could someone from the demonic sect be so gullible!

Facing the corpse puppet brimming with death aura and murderous intent, Song Wen looked panicked, his face full of fear and anxiety.

Seeing the corpse puppet closing in, Song Wen quickly took out a corpse puppet from his waist storage bag.

A ninth-level Qi Refining corpse puppet leaped out and positioned itself in front of Song Wen.

Song Wen himself turned and fled towards the cave entrance!

“Run? Ji Yin, do you think you can escape?”

“Hahaha…”

“Don’t be foolish enough to think that an ordinary ninth-level Qi Refining corpse puppet can stop my corpse puppet. You won’t escape my grasp!”

Wu Sui’s triumphant laughter echoed throughout the cave.

As if to prove Wu Sui’s words right, as soon as the two corpse puppets clashed, the ninth-level Qi Refining corpse puppet had no chance to resist. It was seized by the pseudo-second-level corpse puppet, which grabbed its neck and waist, lifting it effortlessly.

The pseudo-second-level corpse puppet suddenly exerted force, tearing the ninth-level Qi Refining corpse puppet apart.

The pseudo-second-level corpse puppet casually threw the remains aside, then took a few steps to catch up with Song Wen.

With a single palm strike, it aimed at the back of Song Wen’s head.

“Bang!”

Song Wen’s head exploded like a watermelon falling from a great height, scattering bits everywhere.

Wu Sui’s face was full of arrogant delight.

A mere Ji Yin, an outer sect disciple, dared to oppose him—he was simply asking for death.

“Pfft!”

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh and bone came from behind Wu Sui.

A dry, dark claw, gleaming with cold light, pierced through his back and out of his chest.

On the claw, the deathly aura of the corpse was like countless sharp blades, ravaging his insides and turning his organs into a pulp.

Turning around, Wu Sui saw that it was Ji Yin, who should have been dead!

Wasn’t Ji Yin supposed to be dead?

Hadn’t his head been smashed by a corpse puppet?

Why was he suddenly appearing behind him?

With endless doubts, Wu Sui’s breath faded.

The blood and soul essence inside Wu Sui quickly gathered toward Song Wen, along with a trace of divine consciousness.

“You little brat, daring to kill my direct descendant, I will make you suffer beyond death!”

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At the same time.

In a cave near the summit of Corpse Demon Mountain.

An old man suddenly opened his eyes, which seemed to contain a seething sea of corpses and blood.

Two beams of intense light shot from his eyes, seemingly able to cross thousands of miles, aimed at the Withered Blood Secret Realm miles away.

“Su’er is dead!”

“No matter who the murderer is, I will tear you to pieces!”

The voice, filled with deep hatred, echoed through the cave.

Moments later, Wu Ren’s expression changed slightly, disbelief written all over his face.

“The soul fragment I left in Su’er—how could it suddenly disappear!”

“Su’er should be in the Withered Blood Secret Realm with the power and pseudo-second-level corpse puppet I gave him. Who could possibly kill him?”

After a moment’s thought, Wu Ren stood up and flew toward the Withered Blood Secret Realm.

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Song Wen sensed the divine consciousness he had absorbed and sighed in his heart.

People like Wu Sui, with such a deep background, truly had too many trump cards.

Even after death, they could still pose a deadly threat.

However, having encountered him, Wu Sui still met his end.

That divine consciousness had been absorbed into his sea of consciousness, becoming nourishment for it.

Previously, the head smashed by the pseudo-second-level corpse puppet was a decoy.

To make it more convincing, Song Wen had given the decoy a simple disguise to make it look somewhat like him.

This completely fooled Wu Sui, who believed the decoy killed by the pseudo-second-level corpse puppet was Song Wen’s real body.

Song Wen absorbed Wu Sui’s blood and soul essence, then walked over to Ying Ni.

Ying Ni was gravely injured and had not received timely treatment; her condition was critical, nearing the point of death.

Seeing Song Wen arrive, Ying Ni’s eyes sparkled with a desire to live.

She used her remaining strength to prop herself up, pleading.

“Junior Brother Ji Yin, save me, and I will swear an oath to serve you as my master, obeying all your commands.”

Song Wen’s gaze swept over her, taking in her stunning face, her tall and graceful figure, and the large gaping wound on her side.

Ying Ni knew too many of his secrets; for her own safety, she had to die.

Moreover, Ying Ni was already a cripple. Even if she genuinely wanted to become his servant, what use would a cripple be?

(End of the Chapter)

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