Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 450 - Calculations

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"Xing Gaohan, I'm not the only outsider entering this secret realm. Why are you only targeting me?"

Yin Shuo spoke these words while looking at Jing Wuming, his implied meaning clear as day.

Xing Gaohan shifted his gaze, now focusing on Jing Wuming.

"Ancestor of the Jing family, how did you come to know of the existence of this secret realm?"

Jing Wuming replied, "There's no wall in this world that doesn't let the wind through! Your Xing family has monopolized this secret realm for over a thousand years, you should be satisfied."

"Hmph!" Xing Gaohan snorted coldly.

"Our Xing family has invested countless effort and resources into this secret realm, yet the returns have been minimal. Just when we were about to break the formation of the core hall, you conveniently enter to take advantage of it. Is there any fairness in this world?"

Jing Wuming smiled and said, "Brother Xing, our two families, Xing and Jing, have had intermarriage for a long time, we are like one family. My niece is still your legitimate wife. If there are treasures in the hall, the Xing family can take them first, but just leave some for my Jing family. Furthermore, two great fourth-order demons have also entered the secret realm. Yin Shuo and I can help you fight the demons together."

"The matter of the demons is only what Yin Shuo says. Whether it is true or not, who can say for sure?"

Xing Gaohan's icy gaze swept over the two of them before he turned away, staring intently at the bronze door, falling into silence.

In the hall, the four people—Xing Gaohan, Yin Shuo, and Jing Wuming—were all late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, while Xing Wenyao was a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

In terms of combat power, the two members of the Xing family had the advantage.

However, to prevent being defeated one by one, Jing Wuming and Yin Shuo had formed a subtle alliance.

This was precisely why the three sides hadn't erupted into open conflict, instead maintaining a delicate balance.

Suddenly.

A glowing green light erupted from the bronze door.

Xing Wenyao's eyes locked onto the door, his expression serious.

His hand seals grew increasingly urgent, and all that could be seen were afterimages of his fingers as they traced through the air.

Nine small flags suddenly flew out, resembling nine sharp arrows shooting towards the bronze door.

"The formation is about to break, retreat quickly!"

Xing Wenyao shouted loudly.

Immediately, his figure shot upward, retreating rapidly.

A transparent light curtain on the bronze door blocked the nine small flags.

The flags emitted blinding green light, which slashed like countless sharp green blades, sweeping at the light curtain.

A dazzling green light suddenly exploded from the bronze door, resembling the rising sun.

Following this, a powerful wave of energy spread out in all directions, and the nine flags were blasted away.

Without needing Xing Wenyao's reminder, Xing Gaohan, Yin Shuo, and Jing Wuming had already noticed the abnormality of the bronze door and quickly withdrew.

Only Xing Wenyao, who was breaking the formation, was the last to leave. His figure spun rapidly through the air, flying hundreds of meters away before dissipating the shock and stabilizing his body.

At that moment, the entire hall, and even the mountain peak, began to shake violently.

Countless stones detached from the mountain and rolled down.

When the light faded, the long-closed bronze door finally opened a small gap, revealing the dark interior.

Dark, ink-like ghostly mist began to seep out through the crack in the door.

The mist was thick and dense, almost tangible as if it could condense into liquid.

The four of them stared at the bronze door, none of them daring to charge in recklessly.

However, their reactions were all different.

Jing Wuming looked at the ghostly mist seeping out from the bronze door and couldn't help but gasp in awe.

"The ghostly mist inside this door is so dense! It's probably not much different from the deepest parts of the Misty Ghost Realm."

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao both furrowed their brows, their expressions grave. It seemed they had never expected the mist behind the door to be so thick and impenetrable, leaving them a little caught off guard.

"This ghostly mist is too dense; the magic tools we've prepared might not last long," Xing Wenyao said, his brow furrowed deeply.

"Even so, we must go in. The Xing family has prepared for this secret realm for over a thousand years. How can we retreat now?"

Xing Gaohan's face was as cold as water, his brow furrowed with evident concern.

In contrast to the caution of the other three, Yin Shuo wore a smile, appearing unconcerned.

He had obtained many ancient texts, some detailing this hall, and he was confident that his knowledge of this hall wasn't any less than that of the Xing family.

Moreover, the "Corpse King Blood Refining Technique" he cultivated made him highly resistant to ghostly mist, and with his Nascent Soul cultivation, the mist inside the hall posed little threat to him.

"Three of you, if you're not going in, don't blame me for getting ahead," Yin Shuo said, eyeing the three cautiously, before slowly walking towards the bronze door.

When he reached the bronze door and saw that Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao had no intention of moving, he pushed the door open with a single motion and stepped inside.

Jing Wuming had an oil lamp hovering in front of him, the flickering flame inside emitting a soft yellow light.

This yellow light acted as a barrier, dispersing the surrounding ghostly mist.

"Since you two are hesitating, I, Jing, will go first and scout the way for you."

Jing Wuming, no longer cautious like when the door first opened, turned into a streak of light and swiftly passed through the bronze door, disappearing into the darkness beyond.

He was in such a hurry to leave because once Yin Shuo was gone, he would be left isolated. If the two from the Xing family suddenly attacked, he was no match for them.

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao exchanged glances, a smile on their faces, as if mocking Yin Shuo and Jing Wuming's foolishness.

The Xing family had entered this secret realm several times and had obtained numerous ancient texts and jade slips. How could they be completely unaware of what lay behind the bronze door?

Xing Gaohan said, "Yin Shuo practices the 'Corpse King Blood Refining Technique' and is immune to the ghostly mist's invasion. With the many ancient texts left by the Hall of the Nether Gods, he should be able to find the exit of the maze."

Xing Wenyao nodded and then asked, "What about Jing Wuming?"

Xing Gaohan's eyes flickered with murderous intent. "He is at the late Nascent Soul stage, and if he wants to leave the outside world, even if we work together, we can't stop him. But once he enters the maze behind the bronze door, he'll have no place to escape. Since he's seeking death, let's help him fulfill his wish."

Xing Wenyao lightly patted the spirit beast pouch at his waist, and a two-tailed nether fox immediately leapt out.

Xing Gaohan released a breath of energy into the fox's mouth and nose.

This breath was unmistakably Jing Wuming's, though it was unclear when he had obtained it.

The nether fox sniffed the air, then suddenly turned and leapt towards the bronze door.

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao quickly followed.

Just as the two and the beast left, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared outside the bronze door.

"The human race is truly born to be lowly. Even within their own ranks, deceit and conflict are ever-present. The human race is unworthy of ruling this sea. They only deserve to be our food."

The speaker was cloaked in a wide black robe, standing over two meters tall.

(End of the Chapter)

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