Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 414 - The Man of Justice

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Looking at the silver corpse in the blood coffin, Song Wen suddenly noticed that the high-quality corpse-raising coffin, which he had acquired from Wu Ren, seemed to be somewhat inadequate for the silver corpse, which had already reached the mid-stage of the third rank.

"It seems I need to find a better corpse-raising coffin."

Song Wen put away the coffin and left the cave, heading toward the southern city.

In Fang City, demonic cultivators were not rare. There were also many shops selling demonic materials and magical treasures.

Song Wen visited several shops and finally purchased a top-grade magical artifact, a corpse-raising coffin, for 120,000 spiritual stones.

He had originally intended to buy a magical treasure-grade corpse-raising coffin, but these coffins were far more expensive than ordinary attack-type magical treasures.

Even a low-grade magical artifact corpse-raising coffin cost 60 to 70 top-grade spiritual stones.

Considering that the top-grade magical artifact coffin would suffice for now, and with his not-so-wealthy purse, Song Wen had no choice but to settle for second best.

Song Wen noticed that there were more cultivators coming and going in the city. @@novelbin@@

Around the southern part of the city, construction had started, with houses being built in preparation for the upcoming spiritual conference.

The Xing family was organizing the event, and all the participating cultivators were guests. The Xing family was preparing safe and comfortable accommodations for them.

Two weeks later.

While cultivating, Song Wen felt a tremor from a communication jade slip in his storage ring.

Taking it out, he saw it was a message from Xing Chang, whom he hadn't heard from in over a year.

"Wei Ding, come quickly to Qingfeng Tower. This Young Master's lightning technique is complete, and he wants you to witness its true power."

The tone was full of arrogance and self-pride.

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Qingfeng Tower had thirteen floors, with the thirteenth being the top floor.

Xing Chang stood by the window, hands behind his back, gazing arrogantly at the cultivators below.

"Wei Ding, This Young Master has mastered the second-level lightning techniques, including the Thunder Spear and Thunder Strike. In the upcoming spiritual conference in a year and a half, this Young Master will surely shine."

Xing Chang spoke to Song Wen, who had just arrived.

"Congratulations to Young Master for mastering the lightning techniques," Song Wen said.

Although Xing Chang was a fool, Song Wen had to admit that his talent for lightning techniques was indeed extraordinary.

"Mm." Xing Chang nodded proudly.

"Young Master, in the past year, have you had any great masters guide your training?" Song Wen asked.

Xing Chang smiled proudly. "After my mother scolded Bai Man, she went crying to my elder brother, trying to get him to punish me. But the relationship between my elder brother and me is not something an outsider can stir up. Instead of punishing me, my elder brother sent a great lightning master to guide me in my lightning cultivation."

"But I also promised my elder brother not to go to the Wind Listening Pavilion anymore, so this time I chose Qingfeng Tower to meet you."

Song Wen secretly muttered to himself.

It wasn't that Xing Chang had such a deep relationship with Xing Li Ren, but rather that Xing Li Ren was also afraid of his troublesome mother, and didn't want the Wind Listening Pavilion's business to be affected, so he had no choice but to compromise.

Knowing how things worked, Song Wen realized that while Xing Chang was indeed a fool, there were reasons behind his actions.

Suddenly, a flicker of lightning appeared in Xing Chang's palm.

His face was filled with excitement, as if he had just learned a powerful technique and couldn't wait to demonstrate it.

"Wei Ding, let's head to the outskirts of the city. This Young Master wants you to witness my lightning techniques."

"Didn't your mother forbid you from leaving Fang City?" Song Wen asked.

"We won't go far. We'll stay on the edge of the southern city, and my mother won't know," Xing Chang replied.

With that, he soared into the air and headed southwest of Fang City.

The southwest part of the city was a poor slum, with low, dilapidated houses and populated by lower-level cultivators in the Qi Refining early stages.

Xing Chang stood in mid-air, with the southern city's outskirts and wilderness below him, scattered with a few trees.

As Xing Chang formed hand seals for his lightning techniques, the winds began to stir, and the clouds started to swirl in the sky.

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning, the size of a calf's leg, fell from the sky.

The lightning struck a large tree, instantly splitting it into four or five pieces.

Its branches and leaves scattered into the air, and even the ground was affected by the residual power of the lightning, creating a crater.

Many scattered cultivators in the area witnessed this scene and fled in panic, like startled birds.

"Hahaha..."

Seeing the panicked escape of the cultivators, Xing Chang laughed arrogantly.

"These lowly scattered cultivators are nothing more than ants. They are weak and ignorant."

"Hehe... maybe I can use a few ants to test this Young Master's lightning techniques."

A twisted, sinister smile appeared on Xing Chang's face.

He quickly changed the hand seals, and three thunder spears appeared in the air.

The thunder spears he conjured were far weaker than Song Wen's—barely half a meter long.

But for the scattered cultivators below, it was still an overwhelming force they couldn't resist.

The three thunder spears shot down like arrows from a bow.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Three thunderous explosions rang out.

The thunder spears pierced the ground, making it tremble.

Three fleeing cultivators, who couldn't escape in time, were struck by the spears and exploded into pieces.

The shredded flesh was then roasted by the rampant lightning, turning black and carbonized, before being blown away as ash in the air.

Xing Chang became more and more excited.

"Wei Ding, how do you think This Young Master's lightning techniques compare? Hahaha..."

"Young Master Xing's lightning techniques are indeed incredibly powerful," Song Wen praised.

Xing Chang continued to manipulate his lightning techniques, sending more thunder spears down one after another.

In his mind, he had transformed into a god of thunder, punishing the ignorant commoners and purifying the dirty world.

In his excitement, Xing Chang raised his hand and launched several more lightning spears in all directions.

"Hahaha... Wei Ding, look at how funny these low-level cultivators look as they run away."

"Young Master Xing, we should leave this place," Song Wen suggested.

The sounds of Xing Chang's lightning techniques and the slaughter of low-level cultivators were attracting a lot of attention from the cultivators in the southern city, but no one came to stop him.

Even the guards maintaining order in the southern city never appeared. It was as if Xing Chang wasn't killing cultivators, but rather demons or wild beasts.

Song Wen didn't like the feeling of being watched by so many people and wanted to leave.

Xing Chang seemed to have had his fun and said reluctantly.

"Fine, let's go!"

Just then, a loud shout came from a distance.

"Who dares to recklessly use lightning techniques on the outskirts of the city?"

Xing Chang, who was about to leave, stopped upon hearing the voice.

"Ha! In Fang City, someone dares to meddle in this Young Master's affairs? I'm about to see who this righteous person is!"

(End of the Chapter)

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