Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 322: Weakness can be bullied



Translator: Cinder Translations

Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, Song Wen stepped forward and walked toward an empty mat.

Seeing this, some people's faces showed mockery, as if they were laughing at Song Wen's overestimation of himself.

Others wore pensive expressions, their spiritual sense constantly scanning Song Wen, seemingly trying to deduce if he was hiding his true strength and wanting to uncover his real cultivation level.

A few were indifferent, glancing at Song Wen a couple of times before losing interest.

Rong Jingyun looked surprised, as if taken aback that 'Wu Sheng,' a mere mid-foundation cultivator, dared to covet the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid.

She stared at Song Wen, her lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something but ultimately fell silent.

Rong Jingyun shook her head, turned away, and ceased to pay attention to Song Wen.

The Canglan Secret Realm opened once every fifty years, and each time it opened, it would produce a batch of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid.

This grand hall was the place where the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid was gathered.

On the fifth day after the secret realm opened, Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid would condense in the stone bowls at noon.

Occupying a stone mat essentially announced that the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid condensing in the stone bowl before that mat belonged to the person occupying it.

The secret realm had already been open for more than forty hours, and there was just over a day until the appearance of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid.

Cultivators with ambitions for the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid had basically all come to the grand hall.

However, in the remaining day, more cultivators were bound to arrive.

This is why late foundation cultivators would rather share a stone mat with someone else than occupy an empty one.

They knew that even if they occupied it now, they wouldn't be able to hold it; it wasn't worth the trouble.

For this reason, when these people saw Song Wen, a mid-foundation cultivator, dare to occupy a stone mat alone, they showed expressions of mockery.

In most people's eyes, this was almost akin to seeking death.

They were all waiting to see what would happen to Song Wen.

What these onlookers didn't expect was that as more than ten hours passed, with less than three hours remaining until the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid materialized, no other cultivators appeared.

This made many unable to suppress their greed, eager to occupy the vacant stone mat and seize Song Wen's mat.

At that moment, three figures rushed in, covered in dust.

It was Feng Qi and his companions.

Feng Qi noticed that there was still one mat available, and without a second thought, he dashed over and claimed it.

His stone mat was directly adjacent to Song Wen's, just a short distance away.

Feng Qi observed that the person on the neighboring stone mat was Song Wen, who was alone, and he couldn't help but feel a bit surprised.

However, he didn't say anything further, merely casting a casual glance at Song Wen.

Behind him, Leng Tianlu and the masked man noticed that Song Wen occupied a stone mat alone, and both showed unfriendly expressions.

Leng Tianlu glared at Song Wen fiercely but didn't make any extreme moves; instead, he moved to stand behind Feng Qi.

The masked man's hatred was even more intense than Leng Tianlu's, and he headed straight toward Song Wen.

"A mere mid-foundation cultivator, who gave you the courage to occupy a mat all by yourself?" the masked man said to Song Wen.

The commotion quickly drew the attention of everyone in the grand hall.

The masked man asked a question that most cultivators inside wanted to know.

Song Wen's face changed in surprise, appearing fearful.

He hurriedly leaped off the stone mat and distanced himself, as if trying to avoid a calamity.

"I just saw this mat was empty, so I occupied it. If you want it, take it," he said.

Song Wen's reaction left everyone in the hall stunned.

Many among them had thought that Song Wen had some hidden trump card that could match

a peak foundation cultivator or perhaps had a powerful backing.

They didn't expect him to be merely looking for a chance to pick up a bargain.

Moreover, Song Wen's performance was too cowardly, almost humiliating for a cultivator.

The masked man merely asked a question, hadn't even taken any action, and yet Song Wen was already willing to hand over the stone mat-he had lost all dignity.

Everyone's gaze toward Song Wen was filled with obvious contempt.

The masked man looked at the now-empty mat and was momentarily taken aback.

However, he did not immediately occupy the stone mat; instead, he fixed his gaze on Song Wen with an unwavering intent to kill.

His eyes glared like blades, as if wishing to cut Song Wen into a thousand pieces.

Suddenly, he felt a powerful gust of wind sweeping toward him.

The strong wind posed no threat and did not harm him in the slightest.

The masked man turned his head and discovered that the strong wind came from Feng Qi.

Feng Qi slightly shook his head at the masked man.

It was a signal for him not to act recklessly.

Reluctantly, the masked man retracted his killing intent.

Then, with a swift movement, he sat down on a mat.

The other cultivators in the grand hall shifted their attention from Song Wen to the masked

man.

Only he and Ji Ruxue, both late foundation cultivators, occupied a stone mat alone.

Choose the soft targets!

In the grand hall, cultivators eager to compete for more Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid

naturally set their sights on Ji Ruxue and the masked man.

Many began to stir with anticipation.

Especially the four members of the Lei family who were sharing a mat and the six bandit

cultivators.

The six bandits comprised four men and two women.

The two women were from the He Huan Sect.

The four male cultivators were from the Profound Heaven Sword Sect. Perhaps out of consideration for Ji Ruxue being from the same sect or for other reasons, they didn't show any

ill intentions toward her, instead eyeing the masked man with malice.

Strangely enough, many were interested, but no one took real action.

When Song Wen first occupied the mat, it was still early, so their choice to observe was

reasonable.

At this moment, with less than three hours remaining until the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid would condense, still no one acted impulsively against the masked man.

The reason was that, up to now, no battles had broken out in the grand hall.

Everyone was unwilling to stick their necks out.

Time flowed slowly in the oppressive and tense atmosphere.

Before long, with less than half an hour remaining until the appearance of the Ten-

Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid, no one else had entered the grand hall during that time.

This meant that cultivators with ambitions for the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid were essentially those already inside the grand hall.

Other cultivators who had entered the secret realm either had little interest in the Ten-

Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid or knew they were not strong enough and didn't want to wade into the murky waters.

Inside the grand hall, those wanting to obtain more Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid

glanced back and forth at Ji Ruxue and the masked man, their murderous intent growing

stronger.

One of the six bandits could no longer hold his composure.

This person had dark skin and a stocky build; he looked less like a cultivator and more like a

rural farmer.

He was a disciple of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect and a sword cultivator.

The farmer summoned a flying sword, and the sword was infused with a chilling sword intent.

A sinister killing intent suddenly filled the entire grand hall.

This killing intent rushed straight toward the masked man.

"Hand over the stone mat, or die!" the farmer shouted harshly.

The sudden turn of events immediately drew everyone's attention.

Once again, the masked man became the focus of everyone's gaze.

However, earlier, he had been the one threatening others.

Now, he was being threatened.

The masked man's expression darkened.

All of them were late foundation cultivators; where did this person find the confidence to act

so arrogantly?

The masked man stood up and patted his spirit beast pouch at his waist.

"Awoo!"

A giant wolf, over ten feet long, suddenly appeared before him.

The giant wolf was muscular and robust, its limbs thick and powerful, as if forged from iron.

Its sharp fangs resembled deadly short blades.

Its claws were razor-sharp, as if crafted from fine steel.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

This was clearly a late-stage second-tier spirit beast.

(End of the Chapter)

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