Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 437 - Mysterious Elder

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Xing Li Ren stared at the approaching flying sword, his eyes glinting with intent as he let out a low growl.

"Form a shield!"

The ice mirror stopped emitting ice spikes, and the cold air surged like a tidal wave, madly rushing out.

In an instant, a massive ice shield, several feet thick, materialized out of thin air.

Clang—

A deafening sound of metal striking metal rang out as the longsword struck the ice shield.

Ice crystals flew in all directions!

Cracks appeared on the ice shield, spreading in a spiderweb pattern, yet it didn't shatter.

The longsword did not bounce off the ice shield. Instead, under the sheep-headed person's control, it continued to inch its way deeper into the shield.

Xing Li Ren poured all his internal energy into the ice mirror, trying to reinforce the shield.

The cracks on the ice shield began to visibly repair themselves at a rapid pace, almost as if the shield was trying to entrap the longsword in ice.

"I'll see how long you can hold on!" the sheep-headed person sneered.

Seeing this, the sheep-headed person abruptly changed the sword technique.

The flying sword suddenly began to spin at high speed, continuously drilling into the ice shield.

It had become a battle of strength, each side competing to see who had more powerful spiritual energy.

Xing Li Ren began to feel the pressure, realizing that his opponent's cultivation was higher by an entire small realm.

"Gan Hong, help me!" Xing Li Ren, in a dire situation, said in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Gan Hong raised his hand and a three-foot-long knife appeared before him.

The knife gleamed brightly, cutting through the air as it shot straight toward the sheep-headed person.

The horse-headed person standing beside the sheep-headed person suddenly took a step forward.

"Don't even think about interrupting our duel!" the horse-headed person shouted in a deep voice, and a small silver bell appeared in his hand.

He lightly tossed the bell into the air above his head.

The bell instantly expanded in the wind, growing to the size of a ten-foot-diameter giant bell.

The giant bell shone brightly, casting a silver light. In the flickering light, a phantom of the bell materialized, enveloping the three of them in protection.

The long knife struck the bell phantom.

The bell phantom trembled slightly before returning to its original state.

The long knife, however, was sent flying back with a powerful recoil.

Seeing this, Xing Li Ren's heart tightened. It was clear that Gan Hong couldn't break through the bell phantom in a short time.

His gaze shifted to the nine alchemists standing nearby.

Five of them were rogue alchemists he had invited through various means, whether by coercion or inducement.

The other four were from the Jing family.

The five rogue alchemists were all third-tier alchemists, Golden Core cultivators, but they were considered weaker among their peers, with the highest cultivation being mid-Golden Core.

These five had clearly noticed the extraordinary strength of the sheep-headed person.

Their relationship with Xing Li Ren was purely based on mutual interests, and they had no intention of risking their lives for him against the sheep-headed person.

With unspoken understanding, the five backed off several feet, positioning themselves behind Xing Li Ren, ready to retreat at a moment's notice.

Therefore, Xing Li Ren could only place his hope on the people from the Jing family.

His gaze turned to a middle-aged man from the Jing family, and with a tone full of pleading, he said,

"Uncle, please help me and drive away the enemy."

Xing Li Ren's uncle, Jing Lie, was a peak Golden Core cultivator.

With his help, along with the other three cultivators from the Jing family, driving off the three attackers would be an easy task.

Jing Lie looked at the struggling Xing Li Ren but didn't immediately offer help. Instead, with a smiling expression, he said,

"Li Ren, my dear nephew, the agreement we made long ago did not involve helping you fend off external threats. Moreover, one of their side's cultivators is a peak Golden Core, whose strength cannot be underestimated."

Jing Lie's expression almost seemed to say, 'Seize the opportunity while the fire is burning.'

While Xing Li Ren desperately fought against the flying sword from the sheep-headed person, he couldn't help but ask in a tone filled with annoyance,

"I wonder what my uncle requires before he's willing to make a move?"

Jing Lie said, "The third level of the Focused Spirit Stab technique."

Xing Li Ren replied, "Impossible, in the Xing family, only Nascent Soul cultivators are allowed to access the third level of the technique."

Jing Lie smiled and said, "I'm not asking you to use the technique right now. I believe that one day you will reach the Nascent Soul stage. When that time comes, it won't be too late to fulfill your promise."

After waiting for two breaths, seeing that Xing Li Ren didn't speak, Jing Lie added,

"Dear nephew, you must make a decision quickly. Your Cold Light Mirror won't last much longer."

Xing Li Ren looked at the ice shield, less than a yard thick, his expression growing anxious.

Jing Lie's reluctance to help was within Xing Li Ren's expectations.

Why hadn't there been any response from Fang City after they had been fighting for several dozen breaths?

This location was only a little more than a thousand miles from Fang City, and the battle between him and the sheep-headed person had caused an uproar, with intense fluctuations in spiritual energy.

Normally, people from the Xing family in Fang City should have sensed something unusual here by now.

Yet, up until now, no Nascent Soul cultivators from the Xing family had appeared.

This left Xing Li Ren deeply confused.

Just as he was hesitating whether to agree to Jing Lie, the ice shield suddenly shattered.

The flying sword, undeterred, continued to pierce toward Xing Li Ren.

Clang!

A long, sharp sound echoed through the air.

The flying sword suddenly pierced the Cold Light Mirror.

Unable to withstand the immense impact of the flying sword, the Cold Light Mirror was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into Xing Li Ren.

Xing Li Ren was thrown backward, spitting a mouthful of blood into the air.

The flying sword relentlessly pursued him, aiming for his chest.

Just as Xing Li Ren was about to use his last-ditch survival technique, a grey-robed old man behind Jing Lie flicked his finger, sending a burst of spiritual energy toward the sword.

Ding!

The energy struck the tip of the sword.

The flying sword immediately lost its accuracy and brushed past Xing Li Ren's body.

The old man's actions were extremely subtle, and the spiritual fluctuations were so weak that the others didn't even notice who had acted.

Only after a brief pause did Jing Lie realize what had happened.

He suddenly leaped forward, positioning himself in front of Xing Li Ren.

"Foul thief, I, Jing Lie, am here, and I will never allow you to harm my nephew, Li Ren, not even a little!" Jing Lie shouted angrily at the three figures in the air.

This action effectively acknowledged that it was he who had helped save Xing Li Ren.

This also diverted attention from the true person who had intervened, the old man.

Jing Lie then produced a massive flag, about ten feet high.

The flag depicted a blue-scaled flood dragon.

Jing Lie swung the flag, and in an instant, a fierce wind began to howl, rising into a violent storm.

A hurricane, dozens of yards high, suddenly appeared, like a prehistoric beast unleashed from the heavens.

The wind howled like a blade, cutting through the air, creating sharp, piercing sounds.

Sand and rocks flew, and even trees were uprooted.

Everything caught in the hurricane was torn apart into dust within moments.

The sheep-headed person looked at the roaring hurricane, her eyes narrowing in caution.

She raised her hand to summon the flying sword, and a black flag appeared in her grasp.

The flag fluttered, and massive water columns appeared out of nowhere, as if the Milky Way had poured down, crashing into the hurricane.

The wind roared.

The water columns rumbled!

The two forces clashed, releasing thunderous sounds that echoed across the sky.

The water columns were violently torn apart by the hurricane, disintegrating into countless droplets, which fell like a dense rain.

These droplets merged into the hurricane, causing it to become bloated and sluggish, its speed drastically decreasing, as if a wild beast had been bogged down in mud, its movements slow and unsteady.

Once the water droplets exceeded the hurricane's limit, the storm suddenly collapsed.

TL/N: Wait, is she who I think she is...?

(End of the Chapter)

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