Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 428 - The Mystery of Corpse King Blood Refinement Art

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Shan Yue knelt beside Xing Xinxin's corpse, her gaze dull and lifeless.

Her chest heaved violently, and her breaths came in ragged gasps, like the wheezing of a worn-out bellows.

"Ugh..."

A sudden wave of intense nausea and discomfort surged through her.

Shan Yue vomited a torrent of foul substances.

Even after emptying the contents of her stomach, the queasiness in her heart refused to subside.

Abruptly, she sensed a surge of soul energy emanating from Xing Xinxin's corpse. The energy invaded her body and rooted itself in her sea of consciousness.

This soul energy clung to her like an incurable infection, impossible to dispel.

It was a soul imprint left by a Xing family expert to protect their talented junior.

Shan Yue's expression changed drastically.

Earlier, overwhelmed by the terror of taking a life for the first time, she had completely forgotten about the existence of the soul imprint.

Her eyes burned with hatred as she glared fiercely at Song Wen.

She assumed this was all part of Song Wen's deliberate scheme to frame her.

Seeing her reaction, Song Wen smiled calmly. "Madam, there's no need to panic. It's merely a soul imprint, nothing more."

He stepped forward and placed a hand on her head.

"Relax your mind and open your sea of consciousness. I'll help you remove the imprint."

At a loss for what to do, Shan Yue could only obey his instructions.

She felt a vast soul force invade her sea of consciousness. It moved through it in a sweeping motion, forcibly removing the soul imprint.

Relief washed over Shan Yue, but at the same time, she was secretly astounded by Song Wen's methods.

Song Wen then cast a Soul Binding Technique on Xing Xinxin's corpse, sealing her soul within.

"Madam Xing, I'll take my leave now. We'll meet again someday."

With that, he used his power to drag Xing Xinxin's corpse out of the cave.

Shan Yue closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to calm the turmoil within her.

When she reopened her eyes, the confusion and helplessness from before were gone, replaced by determination and resolve.

Shan Yue approached Xing Chang and placed a healing pill into his mouth.

Then, she channeled her spiritual energy into him to help refine the pill's effects.

Moments later, Xing Chang slowly regained consciousness.

His eyes fluttered open, revealing Shan Yue's worried face.

"Mother, why are you here?" Xing Chang's voice was weak.

Then, his expression suddenly tensed.

"Where's Wei Ding? He was trying to kill me!"

Shan Yue gently stroked his hair and said softly, "Wei Ding is gone. You don't need to worry anymore. How are you feeling now?"

Hearing this, Xing Chang's eyes brightened. "Wei Ding is gone? That's great!"

He exhaled in relief, and the tension on his face melted away.

However, as his awareness gradually returned, Xing Chang became acutely aware of the searing pain throughout his body.

He tried to move but discovered he was covered in wounds. Even the slightest movement tugged at his injuries, causing excruciating pain.

"Ah... Mother, it hurts so much!"

Seeing this, Shan Yue's heart ached. She comforted him in a gentle voice, "They're just external injuries. With two healing pills, you'll recover completely."

Xing Chang nervously stared at his horrifying wounds. Having never been so gravely injured before, the pain and fear overwhelmed his rationality.

"Mother, I'm hurt so badly. Will I die here?"

His voice trembled as he spoke.

Fear and anxiety were written all over Xing Chang's face, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Seeing her son's weakness, Shan Yue's hand, which had been stroking his hair, abruptly stopped.

At that moment, she couldn't help but question whether her past teachings to Xing Chang had been correct.

After regaining consciousness, Xing Chang hadn't asked her a single question about how she had saved him from Wei Ding or what price she had paid for it.

Instead, all he cared about were his non-lethal external injuries.

Shan Yue realized the fragility and incompetence of Xing Chang's character.

Compared to the cunning and ruthless Wei Ding, Xing Chang was nothing more than a spoiled child.

Disappointment and helplessness filled Shan Yue's gaze as she looked at her son.

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After distancing himself several thousand miles from the rift, Song Wen found a secluded spot. Before devouring Xing Xinxin's soul, he decided to attempt another soul search.

This was the first time Song Wen had ever conducted a soul search on the same person twice.

The second soul search yielded very little information, but one critical detail stood out:

The Corpse King's Blood Refinement Art that Xing Xinxin had practiced, along with the incomplete Corpse Curse Water Manual, originated from Wu Ji Island's sinister elder, Yin Shuo.

It seemed Yin Shuo had deliberately lured her into cultivating the incomplete Corpse King's Blood Refinement Art, hiding some unspeakable secret behind it.

After completing the soul search, Song Wen began devouring her essence blood.

Unexpectedly, the process didn't go as anticipated.

A surge of pure spiritual energy flowed into his body along with the essence blood.

This spiritual energy, being fundamentally compatible with his own power, was seamlessly refined and absorbed into his dantian.

Song Wen could clearly feel a noticeable improvement in his cultivation level.

Without relying on any elixirs, the growth in his power equaled several years of arduous cultivation.

After a moment of surprise, Song Wen recalled that he had experienced a similar situation once before.

Years ago, when he killed Shi Shou and devoured his essence blood, he had also absorbed some of Shi Shou's spiritual energy.

"Could this be related to the Corpse King's Blood Refinement Art?" Song Wen speculated.

Both Shi Shou and Xing Xinxin shared the commonality of practicing the Corpse King's Blood Refinement Art and had reached the Foundation Establishment stage in their cultivation.

"Does this mean that if I devour the essence blood of others who practice the Corpse King's Blood Refinement Art, I can rapidly improve my cultivation?"

A spark of excitement flashed across Song Wen's face.

In the lawless sea region, the place with the highest concentration of cultivators practicing the Corpse King's Blood Refinement Art was undoubtedly Wu Ji Island.

"It seems I need to make a trip to Wu Ji Island!"

After incinerating Xing Xinxin's corpse into ashes and scattering them to the wind, Song Wen retrieved her storage ring.

The storage ring contained numerous treasures of immense value.

Among them were 50 high-grade spirit stones, 3 pieces of Xuan Yin Stone, and 100 Sand Crystals.

These were items she had originally planned to use in a second trade with Song Wen, intending to exchange them for the Golden Core-level techniques of the Corpse King's Blood Refinement Art .

The most valuable item in the storage ring, however, was a veil-like magical artifact.

This mid-tier magical treasure lacked any offensive or defensive capabilities. Its sole function was to conceal one's aura.

Xing Xinxin had relied on this treasure to mask her corpse energy, even from Xing Gaohan. Its effectiveness was self-evident.

However, to Song Wen, this item was of little practical use.

After storing Xing Xinxin's ring, Song Wen turned to Xing Chang's storage ring. Aside from some spirit stones, its contents were of little value to him.

He then retrieved two jade slips he had obtained from Shan Yue and began studying the techniques inscribed within them.

After several hours of meticulous study, Song Wen put the jade slips away.

He had gained a preliminary understanding of the first and second layers of the Focused Spirit Stab technique.

The Focused Spirit Stab involved condensing a cultivator's spiritual sense into a sharp, invisible blade, which could then be used to attack an opponent's sea of consciousness.

If the spiritual blade struck its target, it would not only damage the sea of consciousness but could also directly assault and injure the opponent's soul, leaving their spirit gravely wounded.

(End of the Chapter)

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