Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 316: True Monk and False Monk



Translator: Cinder Translations

The ambush was launched from several hundred meters away, suddenly initiating a surprise attack.

This distance exceeded the perception range of the ambush, and the ambusher was unable to control the numerous needles as if they were extensions of their own limbs.

Some needles, during their flight, embedded themselves into the tunnel's rock walls.

However, the vast majority of the needles accurately shot toward Song Wen.

With a thought, Song Wen summoned the Turtle-Snake Shield.

As the Turtle-Snake Shield transformed into a size large enough to protect Song Wen, the needles were already upon him.

At the moment the needles made contact with the shield, they emitted a series of crisp ringing sounds, akin to plucking the strings of a zither.

All the needles were blocked by the shield and fell to the ground.

Song Wen raised his hand and waved out several streams of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy swept up the black needles, which flew like arrows released from a bow, heading into the dark tunnel behind Song Wen.

These black needles were evidently a spiritual tool of a certain cultivator, but at this moment, they were beyond the perception range of the ambusher, rendering them unable to control the needles.

To be cautious and avoid the possibility of the needles being recalled by the opponent, Song Wen simply threw them far away.

At that moment, Song Wen sensed a bald man entering his perception range.

This man wore a cassock, had a scar on his head, and was dressed like a monk.

Following closely behind him were four men and two women, a total of six people who also entered his perception range.

These seven individuals moved quickly, rapidly swooping toward Song Wen.

The bald man wore an expression of surprise.

"Eh! My Dragon Whisker Needles have all missed!"

Song Wen's expression turned cold.

How unlucky! Before he could find any spirit herbs, he encountered a group of robbers.

Just after entering the secret realm, these seven had begun ambushing other cultivators.

It was clear that they had premeditated their actions before entering the secret realm.

Their purpose for entering the secret realm was not to seek spirit herbs but to rob other cultivators.

There were a total of seven of them, all at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Without using the Silver Corpse and Ghost King, it would be difficult for Song Wen to deal with all seven.

This place was too close to the entrance of the tunnel, and other cultivators could pass by at any time, making it unsuitable to use the Silver Corpse and Ghost King, as there was a risk of exposure.

Leaving behind four Sacred Gus hidden in the crevices of the tunnel, Song Wen transformed into an afterimage and retreated.

After retreating for several dozen meters, the two Sacred Gus responsible for monitoring movements behind him sent back news.

There were also people coming from behind.

Three monks from the Mixed Yuan Temple approached with fierce strides, their expressions quite unfriendly.

One of the monks had several tiny holes punctured in his face.

His entire face had turned black, clearly indicating he was poisoned.

However, the holes weren't deep, and the toxins hadn't entered his body; he had forced them

out using his spiritual power.

"Which idiot threw poison needles!"

The poisoned monk gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.

The poison needles had been carelessly thrown by someone and were flying wildly

everywhere.

After turning a corner in the tunnel, he had inadvertently been struck by a few poison needles.

All three monks were at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Song Wen glanced at the seven robbers in front and then at the three monks behind, his

expression slightly astonished.

He found himself caught between the two groups.

After pondering for a moment, Song Wen took out a poisonous herb from his storage ring and

swallowed it.

In an instant, his skin turned pitch black, as if he were deeply poisoned.

He staggered toward the three monks.

"Be careful, fellow cultivators! There are robbers ahead, quickly escape!"

Song Wen appeared as a chivalrous figure, expressing concern for the safety of others as he

loudly warned them.

When the distance between the two sides was less than ten meters, they had already entered each other's perception range.

Song Wen's attitude suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily.

"So you are all in cahoots with the robbers! You Mixed Yuan Temple scoundrels, pretending to

be pious and virtuous while hiding your vile deeds, burning, killing, and plundering without

remorse."

Song Wen's curses left the three monks bewildered.

After entering the secret realm, they had been acting cautiously and hadn't committed any evil deeds. How did they earn the reputation of being "guilty of every crime"?

However, as the three monks saw Song Wen getting closer, they became increasingly vigilant.

A short monk raised his hand and waved, causing a cassock to fly out and hover above the three of them.

The cassock spun continuously, releasing streams of golden light that enveloped the three

monks.

Golden scriptures flowed ceaselessly above the golden light.

This cassock was evidently a defensive spiritual tool and was of very high grade.

Noticing that Song Wen was only at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, the three monks' guard relaxed considerably.

"Benefactor, this is our first meeting. Why are you cursing my Mixed Yuan Temple?" a monk

questioned sternly.

With only about twenty meters separating them, Song Wen came to a stop.

The Turtle-Snake Shield spun around him continuously.

"Humph! There are seven robbers behind me, led by a monk. Aside from you from the Mixed

Yuan Temple, is it possible there are other monks in this secret realm..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Wen suddenly collapsed onto the ground.

He gasped for breath, his face contorting in extreme pain.

It was as if he was too deeply poisoned to support himself.

The three monks exchanged glances, each seeing the confusion in the other's eyes.

Could it be that there were indeed monks from the Mixed Yuan Temple colluding with other cultivators to ambush others?

At that moment, the seven robbers from behind also closed in, entering the perception range

of the three monks within a hundred meters.

Upon seeing the bald-headed robber leading them, the three monks became furious.

"Hey, you little thief! How dare you disguise yourself as a monk from my Mixed Yuan Temple, burning, killing, and plundering, tarnishing our temple's reputation! Your crimes are unforgivable!"

The monk who had been struck by the poison needles formed several Buddha seals in front of

him.

"Arhat Golden Body!"

In an instant, golden light erupted from his body.

His physique visibly expanded at an alarming rate.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a giant man over ten feet tall, with bulging

muscles.

The giant took stable yet swift steps, charging toward the seven robbers.

The remaining two monks exchanged glances, a hint of helplessness on their faces as they

watched their comrade act so recklessly.

Although the three of them were peak Foundation Establishment cultivators and had no

reason to fear the seven, they recognized that there was no benefit to fighting over such a trivial matter, and it wasn't wise to escalate things.

However, since their companion had already acted, they couldn't just stand by and watch.

The short monk raised his hand.

The cassock above them suddenly flew out and hovered above the giant monk.

This enhanced the already dazzling golden light surrounding the giant, making him appearn/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

like a true Arhat descended to the mortal realm.

At the same time, the short monk wielded a demon-suppressing staff, following closely

behind the giant monk as they charged at the seven robbers.

The final monk held a string of prayer beads, chanting softly as he stepped forward at a

measured pace.

Although his movements were slow, with each step he crossed two or three yards, appearing

almost ghostly and very eerie.

After collapsing, Song Wen leaned against the rock wall of the tunnel.

He looked up as the giant monk and the short monk passed by him in succession.

Following them was the last monk, who approached with a calm demeanor and a compassionate expression, as if he were a revered monk.

As he walked past Song Wen, he suddenly turned his head.

His gaze turned sinister.

A bloodthirsty smile lingered at the corner of his mouth.

A compassionate high monk instantly transformed into a frenzied evil spirit.

He gently manipulated the prayer beads in his hand.

From the beads emerged a ghostly skull.

The skull wielded a long sword, which was rusty and worn, with a blade that appeared to have

endured countless battles and was steeped in the passage of time.

(End of the Chapter)

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