Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Granny Jin had managed to block the Lightning Strike with her skill, but her speed drastically slowed, and the distance between her and Song Wen quickly widened.

"Want to escape? Not so easy."

Granny Jin was unwilling to let Song Wen slip away so easily.

A cold gleam flashed in her eyes, and with a flicker of her body, she transformed into a streak of blue light and pursued Song Wen once again.

She had just chased for a few hundred steps when another Lightning Strike struck down.

Granny Jin had no choice but to gather her spiritual energy once more and fully defend herself.

This caused the speed she had just regained to sharply decrease again.

Watching Song Wen gradually disappear into the distance, already over a hundred paces away in the dark, Granny Jin's heart was filled with frustration. She cursed softly under her breath.

Although she was unwilling, she knew she couldn't catch up with Song Wen.

Reluctantly, Granny Jin turned around and headed in the direction of Fang City.

Seeing that his pursuer had stopped, Song Wen gradually slowed his pace.

He couldn't help but feel a bit of sentimentality in his heart.

Indeed, coveting others' things often leads to trouble.

Fortunately, the person Xing Xinxin had called was just a mid-Golden Core cultivator. If it had been a Nascent Soul cultivator, today might have been dangerous.

Suddenly, Song Wen realized that after reaching the Golden Core stage, his mentality had quietly shifted.

It seemed he was no longer as cautious as he used to be.

"In the future, I must not act recklessly like today."

Song Wen silently warned himself in his heart.

At the same time, he suddenly remembered something.

A yellow paper unexpectedly appeared in his hand.

The yellow paper was the fragment of the Corpse Curse Water, which was given to him by a little servant at the Myriad Treasures Pavilion in the Dark Star Black Market.

At the time, the servant had mentioned that the Myriad Treasures Pavilion was part of the Xing family's property.

The servant had also repeatedly mentioned the word "miss."

Additionally, Xing Xinxin did not cultivate the proper techniques of the Xing family but instead practiced the Corpse King Blood Refining Technique.

Considering these clues, Song Wen suspected that Xing Xinxin was the "miss" the servant had mentioned and was the actual controller of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

"Perhaps I should go to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion to investigate."

Song Wen removed his mask, disguised himself as a young cultivator in his teens, and flew on his sword towards the Black Market.

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"Granny Jin, how did it go? Did you capture that person?"

When Xing Xinxin saw Granny Jin return, she couldn't wait to ask.

Granny Jin shook her head.

"He escaped."

"What about the technique?"

"I couldn't get the technique either."

Xing Xinxin felt an immense sense of disappointment.

Granny Jin continued, "Miss, you misjudged him. He's not a corpse cultivator, but a righteous cultivator who specializes in thunder techniques."

Xing Xinxin frowned. "How is that possible? If he's a righteous cultivator, why would he repeatedly request corpse spiritual materials for transactions?"

Granny Jin replied, "I don't know. However, he escaped, and he may not give up easily. Miss, it's better to be extra cautious in the coming days. It's best to return to the family and continue your cultivation there."

"I understand, thank you for the reminder, Granny Jin."

Xing Xinxin responded casually.

The day before, she had returned to her family, and after requesting Granny Jin's help, she was called over by her father, Xing Gaohan, and scolded severely.

The reason was that she had gone crying to Xing Gaohan about being beaten up by Xing Chang.

This had already put Xing Xinxin in a very bad mood, and now that Granny Jin hadn't been able to bring back the technique, it had only made things worse, leaving her in an extremely foul mood.

Although she appeared respectful to Granny Jin on the surface, she was actually quite dissatisfied with her in her heart.

However, due to Granny Jin's cultivation level and the fact that she would need her help in the future, Xing Xinxin didn't show her displeasure.

Granny Jin didn't offer any further advice. She returned the thin veil artifact and a storage bag to Xing Xinxin.

Afterward, the two exchanged a few insignificant words.

Granny Jin then stood up and prepared to leave.

At this time, it was already the second hour of the day, and dawn was approaching. The black market would soon be closing.

As Granny Jin stepped out of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, a Foundation Establishment cultivator in his teens brushed past her and entered the building.

"Excuse me, does your shop have Dragon Pattern Grass?"

This was the young cultivator asking the little servant.

Granny Jin didn't pay any attention to this. Her figure transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Song Wen noticed Granny Jin's departure and couldn't help but reveal a barely perceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.

Earlier, he had only been guessing, but now he was sure that Xing Xinxin was definitely inside the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

"Our shop has Dragon Pattern Grass. How many years of herb age would the senior like?"

The servant's words pulled Song Wen's attention back.

"What is the oldest age you have?" Song Wen asked.

"We have Dragon Pattern Grass with a maximum of five hundred years of herb age, although it's a bit expensive," the servant replied.

Song Wen raised an eyebrow in surprise. He didn't expect the Myriad Treasures Pavilion to have Dragon Pattern Grass of such a high age.

Dragon Pattern Grass can enhance the bloodlines of demonic beasts.

In the year since arriving in Fang City, Song Wen had tried several methods, but none had shown signs of advancing his Sacred Gu.

Thus, he thought of using Dragon Pattern Grass to enhance the Sacred Gu's bloodline, thus promoting its evolution.

"How much is the five hundred-year-old Dragon Pattern Grass?" Song Wen asked.

"Two thousand spirit stones per plant."

Dragon Pattern Grass was only a level-5 spiritual herb, and it could only be consumed by demonic beasts. Although it was five hundred years old, the price was still quite high.

"How about one thousand spirit stones?" Song Wen inquired.

The servant apologized, "Senior, I'm sorry. This price was set by the owner, and we do not negotiate."

Song Wen nodded. "How many five-hundred-year-old Dragon Pattern Grass plants do you have in stock?"

The servant's eyes brightened. It seemed he had encountered a major customer.

"We have eight plants, senior."

Song Wen shook his head. "Only eight? That's a bit too few."

"How many Dragon Pattern Grass plants does senior need? I can ask the manager to arrange for more from other places," the servant asked.

"Fifty plants," Song Wen said.

The servant's expression immediately brightened. Fifty plants of five-hundred-year-old Dragon Pattern Grass was worth a hundred thousand spirit stones.

Making this deal would earn him quite a reward.

"Senior, please follow me to the tea room in the back courtyard to rest for a moment. The Dragon Pattern Grass will be brought here in less than a quarter of an hour."

Song Wen naturally agreed.

Under the servant's lead, they quickly reached the back courtyard.

The back courtyard was surrounded by rooms on three sides, with a neat layout.

There were artificial hills and green trees in the courtyard, making it a tranquil environment.

The servant led Song Wen into a tea room on the west side, brewed him some spiritual tea, and reminded him not to wander around before leaving.

Song Wen picked up the tea and leisurely sipped it.

To avoid alarming anyone, he refrained from carelessly using his spiritual sense to scan the courtyard.

A small bug, the size of a sesame seed, quietly crawled out of the tea room.

Half an incense later, the Sacred Gu returned.

From the Sacred Gu, Song Wen learned the general situation in the back courtyard.

The tea rooms on the east and west sides had no abnormalities inside.

The row of buildings on the north side had formations and restrictions, preventing any probes from detecting movements within.

Song Wen released the Sacred Gu again, instructing it to hide within the artificial hill in the back courtyard.

Fifteen minutes later, the servant and a Foundation Establishment female cultivator appeared.

The servant introduced the female cultivator as the manager of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

"Daoist friend, we have fifty plants of Dragon Pattern Grass here. Please check them."

The female cultivator placed five large jade boxes on the wooden table beside Song Wen.

Song Wen opened the five jade boxes and checked each one.

Each box contained ten Dragon Pattern Grass plants, and all of them were five hundred years old.

Song Wen took out one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones and handed them to the female cultivator, then collected the five jade boxes.

"Welcome, Daoist friend. Please visit again next time."

As Song Wen stood up to leave, the female cultivator smiled and said.

Hearing this, Song Wen's lips curled into a strange smile. He nodded without speaking and continued walking toward the exit of the shop.

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