Record of a Demon's Cultivation-Chapter 594: The River’s Course Changes

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Pang Kun did not rush into the deep pool recklessly.

The rumor of a treasure hidden in the depths was, after all, just a piece of gossip circulating in the marketplace. Whether it was true or not was still uncertain.

The only certainty was that the deep pool concealed unknown dangers.

Pang Kun turned to a late-stage Foundation Establishment female cultivator behind him and said,

"You go to the bottom of the cold pool and investigate the situation. Remember, do not venture too deep into the underwater cave."

"Yes." The female cultivator responded without hesitation.

Pang Kun waved his hand, and a chain wrapped around the female cultivator's waist.

She then dived into the deep pool.

Pang Kun kept his spiritual sense locked onto her until she entered the underwater cave, advanced a certain distance, and reached an area beyond the submerged section.

Inside the cave, a thick aura of corpse miasma permeated the air, severely interfering with Pang Kun's spiritual sense, causing him to lose track of the female cultivator.

Suddenly—

A powerful force was transmitted through the chain, as if something was trying to drag Pang Kun into the deep pool as well.

His expression darkened.

"Who dares to act so recklessly in front of me!"

As he spoke, Pang Kun urgently activated his mana, stabilizing himself while forcefully pulling back the chain.

Clang...

The chain emitted a sorrowful wail as if it were about to snap at any moment.

Under Pang Kun's full exertion, the chain gradually retracted.

Suddenly, the force on the other end vanished, as if the entity wrestling with him had admitted defeat and let go.

Caught off guard, Pang Kun lost his balance and staggered backward.

When he regained his footing, the chain was fully retracted—but the female cultivator was gone.

Only a few strands of pale, water-washed flesh clung to the chain.

Pang Kun's expression turned as dark as storm clouds before a tempest.

His eyes flashed with a cold glint, revealing uncontrollable fury.

"How bold! Someone actually dared to lay hands on a disciple of my Wu Ji Island. Truly courting death. I will see for myself what exactly is causing this chaos!"

With that, Pang Kun leaped into the deep pool.

His previous struggle had revealed that the opponent's strength was inferior to his, giving him the confidence to enter.

After diving for more than ten miles, he reached the bottom of the pool and saw the cave.

Rather than a simple cave, it was actually an underground river, with water from an overhead waterfall flowing through it.

Pang Kun entered the underground river and traveled a few more miles. The turbulent waters gradually calmed as they drained through hidden fissures.

Surfacing, he found himself in a cavern spanning several acres.

The air was thick with corpse miasma, nearly as potent as that of the infamous Cold Corpse Valley.

Pang Kun extended his spiritual sense to its full range but could only probe a one-mile radius.

Several tunnels extended from the depths of the cavern in different directions.

His gaze swept over each tunnel, searching for any trace of the missing cultivators.

Eventually, he locked onto one tunnel where faint traces of fresh blood remained on the ground—the blood of the female cultivator from earlier.

He swiftly entered the passage, moving cautiously.

Rounding a bend, a dark shadow suddenly lunged at him.

Pang Kun's expression shifted in shock. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was a peak third-rank zombie.

Reacting swiftly, he summoned a shield to block the attack.

At the same time, he frowned in confusion. Since when did zombies develop such intelligence?

It actually knows how to ambush from the shadows!

"No, this isn't a normal zombie—it's a corpse puppet under a cultivator's control!"

As soon as the thought crossed Pang Kun's mind, the corpse puppet had already closed in.

Its razor-sharp claws swept toward him, releasing a chilling burst of corpse miasma.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion echoed through the underground tunnel.

The claws clashed against the shield, producing an ear-splitting roar.

The force of the impact nearly knocked the shield from Pang Kun's grasp, but he gritted his teeth, pouring mana into it to stabilize his defense.

At the same time, he willed two of his own corpse puppets into action.

One was a late-stage third-rank, the other a mid-stage third-rank.

Immediately, a battle erupted.

Despite having two against one, Pang Kun's corpse puppets were still being pushed back by the peak third-rank corpse puppet.

Seeing this, Pang Kun drew a flying sword and joined the fray, aiming to disrupt the opponent's attacks.

But just as he was fully focused on the fight—

Three razor-sharp blades shot out from the darkness!

Before Pang Kun could react, one of the blades pierced directly into his forehead!

"Ah!"

With a shrill scream, he collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

The soul-targeting attack contained immense spiritual power, exceeding the limits of his divine sea's endurance. His sea of consciousness was thrown into chaos, and his soul suffered a devastating blow.

A figure emerged from the shadows—Song Wen.

His face held a slight look of surprise, as if he hadn't expected his Focused Spirit Stab technique to incapacitate Pang Kun so easily.

"It seems my spiritual power, though not yet at the Nascent Soul stage, is already superior to most peak Golden Core cultivators."

As Song Wen mused to himself, he approached Pang Kun's fallen body and performed a soul search.

Through Pang Kun's memories, he discovered that two of the Foundation Establishment cultivators accompanying him practiced the Corpse King Blood Refining Technique.

Without hesitation, Song Wen killed Pang Kun and began absorbing his blood essence and soul.

A surge of boundless qi flooded into Song Wen's body, causing his cultivation to skyrocket instantly.

After completely devouring Pang Kun's cultivation, he incinerated the corpse, took his storage ring and two corpse puppets, and then proceeded deeper into the tunnel.

He did not pursue the remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators—doing so would expose his true intentions.

Wu Ji Island would quickly realize that someone was specifically targeting practitioners of the Corpse King Blood Refining Technique.

In reality, aside from Pang Kun, the others who had entered the deep pool cave—including Yin Pan—were not dead. They had only been knocked unconscious by Song Wen.

His reasoning was simple: avoiding the deaths of too many Wu Ji Island disciples would prevent drawing the attention of the two Nascent Soul cultivators on the island. If these people weren't dead, Wu Ji Island would merely assume they were trapped by a restriction or a dangerous area while searching for treasures.

With this approach, the ones sent to investigate would only be people like Pang Kun—not experts like Yin Shuo or Ye Hua.

Deep in the underground cave, Song Wen twisted and turned through numerous tunnels, traveling dozens of miles before reaching a vertical shaft he had prepared beforehand, allowing him to emerge above ground.

He glanced back toward Flying Cloud Ridge, left behind a Shadow Gu, and then headed toward the market outside Cold Corpse Valley.

About two hours later, another flying ship arrived over Flying Cloud Ridge.

Five figures descended from the ship.

All five were Golden Core stage cultivators, and the leader was none other than Zhu Yin.

Zhu Yin stared at the deep pool for a moment before speaking in a deep voice.

"Drain the river. Empty the pool."

At her command, the four Golden Core cultivators behind her immediately sprang into action.

A male and female cultivator headed upstream, about ten miles from the waterfall, where a narrow mountain stream flowed.

The male cultivator raised his flying sword, infused it with qi, and slashed at the towering cliffs on both sides of the stream.

As sword energy crisscrossed, rocks shattered.

Countless boulders tumbled from the cliffs, falling into the river below.

As more and more rocks collapsed, the river gradually became blocked. Water began accumulating at the blockage site, forming a natural dam.

Meanwhile, the female cultivator flew several miles further upstream, to a narrow pass between two mountains.

She controlled her flying sword, unleashing a storm of sword energy that danced like silver serpents, shattering the rocky pass and lowering it by dozens of feet, connecting it with the riverbed.

The trapped river water immediately found an outlet, rushing toward the narrow pass and flooding into the lower valleys. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

(End of the Chapter)

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