Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 405: Fire Gangwood



Translator: Cinder Translations

The place Xing Chang chose to meet Song Wen was still the same small courtyard as yesterday.

The courtyard gate had already been repaired, and the bloodstains and wooden fragments outside had been thoroughly cleaned.

When Song Wen stepped into the courtyard, he finally understood why Xing Chang dared to return to the Listening Wind Pavilion.

Xing Chang wasn't alone this time-there was another person in the courtyard.

It was a woman of unparalleled beauty, whose appearance seemed untouched by the passage of time.

This was Xing Chang's mother-Shan Yue.

Shan Yue's attitude towards Song Wen's arrival was neither cold nor warm. She merely nodded slightly in acknowledgment, considering it as a greeting.

Although Song Wen had once saved her son's life, Shan Yue viewed herself as superior and saw little need to engage with him.

In Shan Yue's eyes, a rogue cultivator like Song Wen was no different from a lowly commoner in the mortal world-a mere peasant beneath her lofty status.

As for the favor Song Wen had done in saving her son, Shan Yue believed she had already repaid it by expressing her gratitude in person.

To a woman of her status-even as a concubine of the Xing Clan patriarch-offering thanks to someone of Song Wen's standing was an act of immense generosity.

In her mind, the debt of gratitude had long been settled.

As for Song Wen teaching Xing Chang thunder techniques, that was a service paid for in spirit stones. Song Wen was obligated to fulfill his duty and teach her son diligently.

Xing Chang was deeply invested in the upcoming Spellcraft Gathering in three years. After parting ways with Song Wen yesterday, he had practiced Thunder Palm intensely.

Today, as he released the Thunder Palm again, it was noticeably more refined.

When the thunder spell exploded mid-air, Bai Man appeared outside the courtyard once

more.

"Xing Chang, do you really think I, Bai Man, am made of clay? Coming here to provoke me again and again—aren't you afraid I'll report this to the First Young Master?"

Bai Man's furious voice echoed outside the courtyard.

Creak!

The courtyard gate opened without a breeze.

Shan Yue stood up from the stone bench and strode outside with an air of authority.

"My son is simply practicing thunder techniques here in the Listening Wind Pavilion. He hasn't disrupted any of your business. Yet you're shouting and making a scene. Do you really think my son and I are pushovers?"

Though Shan Yue's cultivation level wasn't high, her imposing presence was undeniable.

Even though Bai Man was a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator and two minor realms above Shan Yue, she felt utterly overshadowed.

Hearing Shan Yue's words, Bai Man's heart tightened. Earlier, she had sensed three people in the courtyard: Song Wen, Xing Chang, and an unknown woman.

She had never imagined this woman would be none other than Xing Chang's mother-Shan Yue, one of Xing Gaohan's most beloved concubines.

For someone like Shan Yue to lower herself and personally involve herself in the disputes of the younger generation was entirely unexpected.

Even if Xing Li Ren himself were present today, he would still have to show Shan Yue the respect she deserved.

"Lady... Lady Xing..." Bai Man stammered, unsure how to handle the situation.

Shan Yue spoke sharply: "A mere manager of the Listening Wind Pavilion dares to raise her voice at me? Have you forgotten the name that this Fang City bears?"

Bai Man's face turned pale, her expression betraying her panic.

"Lady Xing, the Listening Wind Pavilion does have its rules. Spells aren't permitted here, as they may disturb the other guests."

"Rules?" Shan Yue sneered.

"Who are you to talk to me about rules? Let me tell you, no one can stop my son from practicing thunder techniques here today-not even Xing Li Ren himself!"

Shan Yue's arrogant and unreasonable demeanor left Bai Man fuming with rage but helpless to retaliate. She didn't even dare to argue further.

Bai Man turned to leave, intending to report the matter to Xing Li Ren and let him decide.

However, just as she turned to go, she heard Shan Yue's mocking voice behind her.

"What's this? Realizing you're in the wrong, you're trying to leave now? A mere dog raised by the Xing family dares to bark in front of its master?"

Amidst Shan Yue's humiliating words, Bai Man's figure disappeared from sight.

Shan Yue, like a triumphant general, radiated an aura of dominance.

Her eyes gleamed with pride and satisfaction as she raised her long, snow-white neck and walked to the stone table, sitting down gracefully.

"Long'er, continue practicing. From now on, no one will come to disturb you."

Xing Chang, having been humbled by Bai Man yesterday, was overjoyed by his mother's scolding of Bai Man today.

"Mother, don't worry. I'll continue to practice the thunder techniques. I'll certainly shine at the Spellcraft Gathering and bring glory to you."

Song Wen stood quietly by, observing this odd pair of mother and son, silently sighing in

disbelief.

Indeed, like mother, like son.

"Wei Ding, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and teach my son the thunder techniques. If he doesn't place well at the Spellcraft Gathering, it will be your incompetence,

your failure to teach him properly."

Suddenly, Shan Yue spoke imperiously to Song Wen.

"Yes, Lady Xing."

Two hours later, Xing Chang finished his practice.

As Xing Chang and Shan Yue were about to leave, Shan Yue tossed a cloth bag to Song Wen.

"This is a reward for you. Keep doing well for my son, and there will be more for you in the

future."

With that, Shan Yue and Xing Chang boarded a flying ship, heading toward the sky.

Song Wen weighed the cloth bag in his hands.

Just a mere hundred low-grade spirit stones!

But when Shan Yue tossed this bag of stones, she did so with an air of arrogance, as though

she were bestowing a hundred top-grade spirit stones upon him.

TLN: I'm itching to see this arrogant b#tch mutilated...

The next day.

Song Wen expected that Xing Chang would continue to have him teach the thunder

techniques, but he received no communication from him.@@novelbin@@

He was content with the peace and quiet.

That night.

Song Wen arrived at the Dark Star Black Market and, after entering the back courtyard of the

Myriad Treasures Pavilion, met with the elderly man Tian Zhou and a bearded giant.

The bearded giant had a strong and solid aura, a cultivator of the Golden Core stage.

Tian Zhou introduced them to each other.

The bearded giant's name was Wei Zhengzhi, a third-tier artifact refiner.

"Greetings, Senior Wei," Song Wen greeted with a clasped fist.

Wei Zhengzhi replied, "I heard from Tian Zhou that you wish to forge a magic weapon?"

Song Wen nodded, "Indeed, but the magic weapon is not for me. My master instructed me to

handle this matter."

Song Wen emphasized that he was doing this for someone else, intending to make Tian Zhou and Wei Zhengzhi believe that he had a Golden Core cultivator behind him. He wanted to ensure that neither of them would entertain any ill thoughts or plot against him.

After all, hidden enemies were the most mysterious and dangerous, and they were the ones to

be most feared.

Wei Zhengzhi said, "No need for unnecessary words. Just tell me your specific requirements

for the magic weapon."

Song Wen stretched his hand into the air, and two small trees appeared in his palm.

The small trees were about half a zhang in height, dark red all over, translucent like jade, with

fine fish-scale patterns covering the trunks.

These were the two Fire Lin Woods Song Wen had obtained in the Canglan Secret Realm.

Before Song Wen could speak, he heard Wei Zhengzhi exclaim in surprise.

"Fire Gangwood!"

This was the term used by cultivators from the Chaotic Sea to refer to Fire Lin Wood.

(End of the Chapter)

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