Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 317: Fire Lin Wood



Translator: Cinder Translations

Seeing the skeletal phantom charging at him with a raised knife, Song Wen felt a bit startled.

He had anticipated that the people from the Mixed Yuan Temple would not help others without reason.

He feigned a deeply poisoned appearance, making himself look like a piece of meat on the chopping block, ready to be slaughtered. The other party clearly wanted to take the opportunity to ambush him and reap some benefits.

However, the fact that the opponent could summon a skeletal ghost was somewhat unexpected for Song Wen.

The monks from the Mixed Yuan Temple were openly practicing evil Buddhist secret methods, without even pretending to maintain a facade of righteousness!

A thought crossed Song Wen's mind, and the phantom of a python flew out from the Turtle- Snake Shield, opening its bloody maw and revealing sharp fangs as it lunged at the skeletal ghost.

At that moment, Song Wen suddenly exerted force with his legs and dashed sideways, racing toward the passageway at high speed.

The monk was taken aback.

He had thought that a skeletal ghost would be enough to deal with a heavily injured mid- stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, but he didn't expect the opponent to evade the attack.

Then he realized.

Their side had clearly been deceived; the other party wasn't poisoned or injured at all.

They were being used as pawns in a game of wolf-driving the tiger away.

The monk's anger surged at this realization.

He hurriedly manipulated the prayer beads, and three more skeletal ghosts appeared, wielding long knives as they chased after Song Wen.

Song Wen remained indifferent.

He formed several thunder techniques with his hands.

Thunder Spear Technique!

Three ten-foot-long thunder spears rapidly coalesced.

Silver lightning flickered across them, targeting the three skeletal ghosts.

Ordinary ghostly beings were most afraid of thunder techniques.

However, these three skeletal ghosts, refined by the monks of the Mixed Yuan Temple, were slightly different.

A pale white glow surged around them.

This pale glow embodied both the radiant brilliance of Buddhism and the sinister, mysterious aura of the ghostly path.

The three ghosts raised their long knives and struck forcefully at the thunder spears.

In an instant, a deafening explosion erupted.

Silver lightning surged toward the three ghostly beings.

The three skeletal ghosts froze in place, countless tiny electric sparks swirling around their bodies.

The pale glow around them rapidly dimmed.

Before long, it faded entirely, exposing the souls of the ghosts.

However, at that moment, the power of the thunder spears diminished significantly, dissipating without a trace after consuming some of the ghostly energy from the skeletal

beings.

"Thunder technique!"

The monk looked at Song Wen's receding figure, somewhat astonished.

Before long, Song Wen had slipped out of his perception range, and the monk turned, feeling quite displeased, to assist his two companions.

"Rodents! How dare you disguise yourselves as monks from my Mixed Yuan Temple and act violently! You shall die!"

The giant monk swung his golden fist at the bald-headed robber.

The bald-headed robber's face changed dramatically.

They were indeed fake monks, but now they had encountered a real one.

The five male robbers among the group immediately summoned flying swords, slicing toward

the giant monk.

The two female robbers each pulled out a pink jade ruyi.

TL: A ruyi () is a traditional Chinese ceremonial scepter. Ruyi typically have a curved or "S"-shaped handle with an ornamental head, which can resemble a cloud, a fungus (such as lingzhi, a symbol of immortality), or a lotus. They are often made from precious materials such as jade, gold, or ivory, and are commonly used in art and religious symbolism.

Holding the jade ruyi, they slowly waved it through the air.

A mist of pink energy flowed out, mixed with vibrant flower petals.

Suddenly, the cassock above the giant monk began to spin rapidly, and the golden light intensified.

The five flying swords could not strike the giant monk and were instead blocked by the golden

light.

They made five crisp sounds of metal clashing.

Although the flying swords failed to injure the giant monk, the immense impact greatly

reduced his speed.

At that moment, the pink mist, mixed with flower petals, floated over.

Surprisingly, the mist passed directly through the golden light and surged into the giant

monk's body.

The giant monk's figure suddenly wavered, becoming unsteady.

A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Seizing this opportunity, the seven robbers quickly retreated backward.

"Where do you think you're running?"

The short monk suddenly launched a lightning strike, the Demon-Suppressing Pestle shooting out like a hunting viper, aiming straight for the bald-headed robber among them.

The bald-headed robber's soul nearly fled his body.

He redirected his flying sword, swinging it toward the Demon-Suppressing Pestle.

"Everyone, help me!"

At the same time, he did not forget to call for assistance from the other six robbers.

However, the response he received was:

No response at all!

The other six robbers did not look back and continued to flee deeper into the passageway.

The bald-headed robber, weaker than his opponent, was forced to act in a panic and could not

unleash his true strength.

How could he possibly match the monk?

The flying sword was easily knocked away by the Demon-Suppressing Pestle.

With relentless momentum, the Demon-Suppressing Pestle continued to strike toward the

bald-headed robber.

The bald-headed robber could only urge his spiritual power, forming a protective shield.

"Clang!"

The Demon-Suppressing Pestle collided with the spiritual shield.

The shield shattered in response.

The Demon-Suppressing Pestle plunged directly into the bald-headed robber's chest.

In an instant, he exploded into pieces, blood splattering everywhere.

The other six robbers seized the opportunity to escape a hundred meters away, out of the

monk's perception range.

In this secret realm, the spiritual senses of the cultivators were suppressed, making it difficult

for them to execute many techniques, but it also significantly increased their chances of

escaping.

As long as they got a hundred meters away, they could avoid their opponent's perception,

making it much easier to flee.

The giant monk shook his head vigorously, the confusion in his eyes gradually fading as he

regained clarity.

Just a moment ago, he had accidentally fallen for a trick, which had infuriated him.

"It was those scoundrels from the He Huan Sect who colluded with the scum from the

Profound Heaven Sword Sect. How dare they harm this monk? Today, none of you will escape!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, preparing to chase after them.

The monk at the back suddenly shouted.

"Jie Wu, don't be reckless! The He Huan Sect is skilled in spiritual attacks that specifically

harm the soul. Although your physical strength is unmatched, you don't cultivate your soul,

making it easy for them to take advantage of you."

The giant man named Jie Wu turned his head.

"Jie Hui, are we just going to let them go?"

Jie Wu's face showed unwillingness, but he stopped, adhering to Jie Hui's words.

"They're just a few robbers. What benefit do we gain from killing them? We should hurry to

where the 'Fire Lin Wood' is located. If someone else gets there first, it would be a loss." Jie Hui said.

At this moment, the short monk interjected.

"Jie Wu, your head is filled with nothing but muscle; you have no brain left. Just listen to Jie

Hui's arrangements."

Jie Wu lowered his head, looking down at the short monk in front of him.

"Jie Se, you only have women on your mind and are not qualified to judge me."

Jie Se was short, barely reaching Jie Wu's knees. He looked up and chuckled wickedly.

"Jie Wu, who did you learn from? Being so refined and even calling yourself 'I'? It seems youn/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

still have some sense left."

"Jie Se, you're seeking death!"

Jie Wu roared, raising his giant palm, ready to strike down.

"Enough."

Jie Hui shouted sharply.

"Don't you see where we are? You dare to argue like this in the temple?"

Jie Wu awkwardly retracted his hand, looking a bit aggrieved as he grumbled.

"It was Jie Se who provoked me first."

Jie Hui turned to Jie Se, his gaze sharp.

"Jie Se, do not provoke Jie Wu. This secret realm is fraught with dangers; there are many

experts from various sects, and their methods are treacherous. Caution is the priority."

(End of the Chapter)

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