Record of a Demon's Cultivation-Chapter 420: Soul Severing Talisman

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Feeling the dry, rough palms of the Poison Old Ghost rubbing across her body and the continuous assault on her chest, Xing Xinxin felt the illusory poison that she had struggled so hard to suppress begin to stir once again.

Uncontrollable images began to appear in her consciousness, difficult to describe. Her eyes became dazed, and her mind began to descend into confusion.

The Poison Old Ghost suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth, aiming for Xing Xinxin's red lips.

His dry, hideous face, yellowed hair, and blackened teeth entered her vision.

The foul stench from his mouth surged into her nostrils.

"Ugh!" Xing Xinxin's stomach churned, and she felt an urge to vomit!

She forcibly suppressed the desire surging within her and fought to maintain control over her consciousness.

"Poof!"

Her hand, now turned into a sharp, dried-out claw, pierced the Poison Old Ghost's chest.

The Poison Old Ghost's pupils shrank, his desire vanished instantly, and his eyes filled with pain and disbelief.

He glanced at the claw piercing his chest, and his eyes gradually dimmed as he lost all signs of life.

He had spent his entire life using poison to kill countless cultivators and mortals, but in the end, he was slain by the illusory poison he had cultivated himself.

Xing Xinxin shoved the Poison Old Ghost's corpse off her, standing up.

She crushed the heart she had gripped in her hand onto the ground.

Afterward, she straightened her disheveled clothes, covering her exposed body.

On the side, Song Wen had a look of disappointment on his face.

He had initially expected to witness some form of drama, but before it even began, it had abruptly ended.

"You're so disappointed, aren't you? Seeing an innocent, fragile woman being defiled by a villain, shouldn't you stand up and offer help?" Xing Xinxin said sarcastically.

Song Wen sneered disdainfully and said coldly, "What innocent woman? Xing Xinxin is a ruthless and venomous woman."

Xing Xinxin glared at Song Wen with fury. "I don't have the techniques you're after. What are you going to do to me?"

"Naturally..."

Before Song Wen could finish, Xing Xinxin held up a yellow talisman in her hand.

The talisman shattered instantly.

A translucent blade of energy shot out, aimed directly at Song Wen's forehead.

The blade was formless and intangible!

It was invisible to the naked eye, detectable only by spiritual sense.

Spiritual sense attack!

Song Wen's expression turned cold. He had already expected that Xing Xinxin had some life-saving item, which was why he had not acted rashly.

However, he never anticipated that it would be a talisman, and one with a spiritual sense attack.

This spiritual blade contained a tremendous amount of spiritual power. Even any Golden Core cultivator would not dare to underestimate it.

Without a spiritual treasure to protect the sea of consciousness or defensive spells related to spiritual sense, most Golden Core cultivators would be heavily injured, if not killed.

Realizing it was a spiritual sense attack, Song Wen gave up on resistance.

Ordinary magical treasures and techniques could not stop spiritual sense attacks; they could only be endured by the sea of consciousness.

With his sea of consciousness being a black hole, Song Wen had no reason to fear spiritual sense attacks.

If even his sea of consciousness black hole couldn't block it, no treasure, no matter how powerful, would protect him.

Song Wen's figure flickered, and an intense pain erupted from his sea of consciousness.

Although the spiritual blade was devoured by his black hole, the immense soul power contained within far surpassed Song Wen's spiritual strength, causing violent impacts on his sea of consciousness.

Song Wen shook his head as if trying to drive out the pain in his mind.

But it was useless.

"Miss Xing, do you have any other tricks?" Song Wen gritted his teeth and said coldly.

Xing Xinxin's face stiffened, her expression full of fear and unease.

The yellow talisman was called the 'Soul Severing Talisman.' It was created by a Nascent Soul cultivator who had cultivated the third layer of the Focused Spirit Stab technique and sealed the power of a single strike into the talisman.

The crafting of this talisman was extremely difficult.

Moreover, the power it could unleash was far weaker than if the maker had struck personally.

Even so, the vast majority of Golden Core cultivators would find it nearly impossible to resist the power of the talisman.

As the daughter of Xing Gaohan, the strongest cultivator in the Xing family, Xing Xinxin was able to obtain one as a life-saving measure.

"How are you completely unharmed?" Xing Xinxin's face became flustered, and her voice trembled slightly.

Earlier, she had been confident in confronting Song Wen, relying on the Soul Severing Talisman as her trump card.

But now, the talisman had failed, and Song Wen had remained unscathed.

"If you honestly hand over the Focused Spirit Stab technique, I can make your death quick and give your soul a chance for reincarnation," Song Wen said.

Upon hearing that Song Wen didn't plan to let her leave alive, Xing Xinxin's face turned pale.

"I repeat, I never cultivated the Focused Spirit Stab technique. If you let me go, I will gladly offer you the full set of its techniques," she said.

"Let you go? Miss Xing, do you think I'm a fool? As for whether or not you've cultivated the Focused Spirit Stab, I'll find out soon enough."

Suddenly, Song Wen became a blur, and his sharp claw reached for Xing Xinxin's head.

"What are you trying to do?" Xing Xinxin was shocked, immediately activating her Corpse King Blood Refining Technique, turning into a thousand-year-old dry corpse in a last-ditch effort.

However, she was no match for Song Wen.

Whether it was her supreme spiritual treasure or her claw strike, Song Wen effortlessly blocked them.

Placing his palm on her head, Song Wen's immense spiritual force surged into Xing Xinxin's sea of consciousness, instantly consuming her awareness.

Xing Xinxin's resistance stopped as she fell into unconsciousness.

Moments later, the soul search ended.

What disappointed Song Wen was that, just as Xing Xinxin had said, she truly had never cultivated the Focused Spirit Stab.

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Her memories mostly revolved around cultivation and some matters concerning the Xing family.

The only thing that caught Song Wen's interest was the long-standing grudge between Xing Chang and Xing Xinxin.

Song Wen furrowed his brow and thought for a moment, then silently said to himself, "Perhaps I can use the hatred between Xing Chang and Xing Xinxin to my advantage! I'll draw Xing Chang here, and then..."

After removing Xing Xinxin's storage ring and confirming there were no tracking marks on it or her body, Song Wen took out a soul-binding rope, planning to tie her up.

But before he could act, Xing Xinxin suddenly woke up.

As Song Wen was about to knock her unconscious again, he noticed that her eyes were filled with confusion, as if she had lost all her memories and become somewhat dazed.

"Who are you?"

Xing Xinxin stared at Song Wen, her expression showing deep confusion and unease.

"Where is this?"

"Ah... scary bugs."

She glanced at the remains of a centipede.

Suddenly, Xing Xinxin jumped up, trembling all over.

"Did the soul-searching technique harm her soul?"

Song Wen frowned and muttered to himself.

(End of the Chapter)

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