Record of a Demon's Cultivation-Chapter 451: Jing Wuming’s Support

Translator: Cinder Translations

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The two figures, one tall and one short, were none other than the great demon, Yuan Hao, and the Wind Eagle.

"Because of the internal discord among the human race, we demons have the opportunity to strike," the fully transformed Wind Eagle replied coldly, his face stern and eyes sharp.

"Let's go. We must reclaim the body of the Holy Demon," Yuan Hao said.

The Wind Eagle stopped him, speaking up. "Your size is too large; it might hinder your movement."

Yuan Hao replied, "This is just a minor form."

As soon as he finished speaking, his form began to shrink rapidly, and in a moment, he was reduced to a figure of seven feet.

As his body changed, his large cloak fell to the ground, no longer supported by his now smaller form.

Once done, Yuan Hao stepped through the bronze door.

The Wind Eagle glanced at the cloak that had fallen to the ground and shook his head, seemingly a little helpless, but also mocking.

He raised his hand and collected the cloak before following behind Yuan Hao, disappearing into the bronze door.

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After passing through the bronze door, Xing Wenyao found the scene before him quickly blurring. After a brief moment of disorientation, he arrived in a small, pitch-black underground cavern.

The cavern was small, only about ten paces in diameter. TL/N: 25 to 30 feet (7.5 to 9 meters)

Around the cavern, there were eight mountain caves, each about ten feet high. Every entrance looked almost identical, with no obvious differences.

The ghostly mist here was extremely thick. Xing Wenyao released his spiritual sense, only to find that with his mid-Nascent Soul cultivation, he could only sense up to a yard around him.

For a Nascent Soul cultivator, a yard's range of perception was nearly useless, even less effective than his tactile senses.

"Where is this place? I wonder if we are still within the mountain?" Xing Wenyao asked, speaking to Xing Gaohan, who had come in with him.

Xing Gaohan responded, "We're probably no longer inside the mountain but deep in some underground area of the secret realm."

"Grrr..."

The Nether Fox suddenly let out a few low growls.

Then, it ran towards one of the mountain caves.

"Let's go! Follow it," Xing Gaohan whispered.

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The caves were intricate, often leading to crossroads after just a few dozen feet.

The cave was pitch black, and with their spiritual sense limited, without the Nether Fox to guide them, even two Nascent Soul cultivators would have difficulty tracking Jing Wuming.

The three of them proceeded cautiously, moving slowly.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Xing Gaohan shouted.

A blast of energy shot from his hand, pulling the Nether Fox back a couple of yards.

At the same time, a sudden flash occurred at the center of Xing Gaohan's forehead, and nine short blades swiftly shot out.

The blades, around three inches long, flew through the air, piercing the ghostly mist ahead.

"Zzz—"

A shrill, ear-piercing screech rang out, sending a chill down their spines.

The sound was like an arrow piercing through their eardrums, going straight to their minds.

The Xing family had explored this secret realm several times, so they were naturally prepared for the spiritual attacks from vengeful spirits.

Both Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao's foreheads suddenly glowed with a bead.

The beads were the size of pigeon eggs, radiating a blue light that firmly shielded their heads, protecting them from the spiritual attacks of the vengeful spirit.

Xing Wenyao acted quickly, swiftly returning the Nether Fox to his spirit beast pouch to prevent it from being killed by the vengeful spirit's spiritual attack.

"No doubt, it's a late-stage Fourth Rank vengeful spirit," Xing Gaohan said.

The vengeful spirit withstood his full-force "Focused Spirit Stab" without dying, indicating it was at least a late-stage Fourth Rank being.

Xing Gaohan quickly formed hand seals, and bolts of lightning began to gather around him.

As he cast his spell, Xing Wenyao's forehead also released nine spiritual blades of sharp mental force.

These blades were slightly smaller than those summoned by Xing Gaohan.

The blades pierced through the ghostly mist ahead, and the vengeful spirit's wailing immediately weakened.

Without giving the vengeful spirit any time to recover, five bolts of silver lightning, about the width of a bowl, shot out from Xing Gaohan's body.

"Boom, boom..."

Five thunderclaps exploded a few yards ahead.

The lightning surged like wild stallions, rampaging through the pitch-black ghostly mist. Wherever the lightning passed, the mist quickly dissipated.

A vengeful spirit, humanoid in shape but with several tentacles, struggled in the lightning.

The vengeful spirit's form gradually became blurry, and under their consecutive attacks, it finally turned into a wisp of smoke, vanishing into the endless darkness.

"We've only just entered this maze, and we've already encountered a late-stage Fourth Rank vengeful spirit. It looks like there are many more spirits like this here. We must remain cautious," Xing Gaohan advised.

Xing Wenyao nodded without speaking and released the Nether Fox again.

Perhaps due to the previous battle scattering Jing Wuming's lingering aura, the Nether Fox suddenly lost its sense of direction at the next intersection.

It stopped and began scanning the various tunnels, its deep eyes glinting with sharp light in the dark.

After a moment, the Nether Fox successfully detected Jing Wuming's scent again and ran toward a tunnel on the left.

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao followed closely behind.

As they continued, the two began to sense something was off.

Despite weaving through the maze and taking many turns, the Nether Fox had not encountered a single dead-end.

It was as if Jing Wuming ahead of them knew the maze like the back of his hand.

He clearly knew where he was headed and how to get there, never pausing or losing direction.

A look of surprise and doubt appeared on Xing Wenyao's face.

"How is this possible? How is he determining the direction? And how does he know the location of the exit?" he asked.

Xing Gaohan furrowed his brow, deep in thought.

After a while, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes as if he had thought of something.

"Do you remember Ancestor Xing Ci?"

Xing Wenyao turned to look at Xing Gaohan, puzzled.

"Ancestor Xing Ci! You mean...?"

Xing Ci was a former Nascent Soul cultivator of the Xing family.

Thirty years ago, after exploring this secret realm, Xing Ci, for some unknown reason, didn't immediately return to the Xing family but instead left the clan to travel.

Then, for some inexplicable reason, Xing Ci died outside the clan.

How did Xing Ci die? Who was responsible for his death?

The Xing family had never figured it out.

Xing Gaohan nodded, his expression turning unusually serious.

"Ancestor Xing Ci's death is likely tied to the Jing family. It's highly possible that the Jing family obtained some important information from Xing Ci that we still don't know about."

Xing Wenyao's face changed, "Does that mean Jing Wuming might get to the Soul-destroying Demon Pill first?"

Xing Gaohan said, "Don't panic. The Soul-destroying Demon Pill is not that easy to obtain. Let Jing Wuming lead us, and we'll follow him out of the maze."

Hearing this, Xing Wenyao felt a little more at ease, though he still couldn't hide his concerns.

The Xing family had spent over a thousand years exploring this secret realm, and the treasure was almost within reach. They couldn't afford to falter now.

The pace of their steps quickened as they pressed on.

(End of the Chapter)

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