Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 471 - Ghost Cultivator

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Song Wen did not rush to open the corpse coffin, but instead carefully examined the entire tomb chamber.

Apart from the corpse coffin, there was nothing else in the chamber.

The ground was scattered with broken bones, which were severely damaged, as if the bodies had been torn apart violently.

Song Wen speculated that these bones might belong to the people who had come to explore the tomb with An Tong's father, who were unable to escape and were ultimately torn apart by the copper corpses.

Song Wen summoned the Cold Moon Blade, intending to slice the coffin open with one strike. But after a moment of thought, he put the blade away.

He was unsure of the situation inside the coffin regarding the Gui Yuan Qi. If he struck too hastily, it might scatter the Gui Yuan Qi, which would be counterproductive.

After a moment's consideration, Song Wen set up the Yin Yang Four Symbols Formation to envelop the stone platform that held the corpse coffin.

At that moment, relying on the formation, he created an area free of water.

Once everything was ready, the Silver Corpse moved forward and pried the coffin lid open slightly, allowing a faint stream of black energy to seep out.

This black energy was none other than the Gui Yuan Qi.

The Gui Yuan Qi blocked Song Wen's spiritual sense, preventing him from perceiving the situation inside the coffin.

"Boom!"

A loud sound came from within the coffin.

It seemed something inside had been awakened when the Silver Corpse opened the coffin.

The lid of the coffin suddenly flew up and crashed against the formation's barrier. The immense impact caused the lid to shatter into several pieces.

A large amount of Gui Yuan Qi poured out, quickly filling the area inside the formation's barrier.

A massive figure rose from the coffin.

The figure's body was decayed and rotting, its clothes in tatters, and it exuded a strong stench of death.

"Young one, why have you disturbed my eternal slumber..."

Before it could finish speaking, the Silver Corpse, standing beside the coffin, struck its head with a single palm.

"Bang!"

The blow did not hit the rotting corpse, blocked by the Gui Yuan Qi emanating from it.

"Young one, you dare to disregard me!"

The rotting corpse, enraged, suddenly lunged at the Silver Corpse.

The two corpses began to grapple fiercely within the formation.

The Silver Corpse was no match for the rotting corpse, and within moments, its arm was torn off.

However, during the struggle, Song Wen realized that the rotting corpse wasn't much stronger than the Silver Corpse in terms of actual power, though its physical body, reinforced by the Gui Yuan Qi, was far superior.

Song Wen manipulated the formation to create a gap and stepped inside.

At that moment, three two-inch long blades flickered between his brows and shot directly toward the rotting corpse.

Hidden within the rotting corpse's body was a ghostly spirit, and it was this spirit that allowed the corpse to speak.

Faced with the Silver Corpse's attack, the unyielding Gui Yuan Qi proved to be an impenetrable defense. However, before the Focused Spirit Stab technique, it had no power to resist.

The blades pierced straight through, directly impaling the rotting corpse's head, causing its movements to freeze suddenly.

Song Wen quickly retrieved the Silver Corpse and its severed arm.

The rotting corpse, enduring the pain of its soul being disturbed, spoke again.

"Young one, you actually possess the ability to attack with spiritual consciousness. However, your spiritual realm is too low, not enough to destroy my soul body. You are too arrogant to step into my formation—prepare to die!"

Before it finished speaking, the Gui Yuan Qi surged from its body and transformed into a deadly serpent, lunging at Song Wen.

Silver lightning flared, and a large thunder shield appeared in front of Song Wen.

The deadly serpent crashed into the shield with great force.

The death serpent seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, as it recoiled after a brief contact with the thunder shield.

"Thunder technique!"

The rotting corpse exclaimed in surprise, its tone filled with deep fear.

"Friend, we have no enmity. There's no need for a life-and-death struggle."

The Gui Yuan Qi it wielded was suppressed by the thunder technique, and it was trapped within the formation with no way to escape. It had no choice but to soften its stance and attempt to negotiate.

"That will change soon," Song Wen responded coldly.

The thunderlight around Song Wen's body flickered but did not strike. It only shimmered around him. He was worried that using the thunder technique would severely deplete the Gui Yuan Qi. Therefore, he kept it for defense.

Once again, three spiritual blades manifested at the center of his brow, their tips aimed directly at the rotting corpse.

"Friend, let's talk. If you wish to take something from me, I will give it to you," the rotting corpse quickly offered.

The three spiritual blades, which had been rushing toward the rotting corpse, suddenly halted mid-air.

"Oh? Is that so? If you're willing to hand over the Gui Yuan Qi, we can talk," Song Wen replied.

The rotting corpse hesitated for a moment before responding, "You want the Gui Yuan Qi!"

"It seems you're unwilling to part with it," Song Wen's voice carried a hint of murderous intent.

"Wait, wait. If you want the Gui Yuan Qi, I'll give it to you," the rotting corpse said quickly.

With that, the rotting corpse opened its mouth wide and vomited out a stone vial, which it had seemingly expelled from its stomach.

The vial was about the size of a fist, covered in golden patterns.

"Friend, the Gui Yuan Qi is yours..." it began to say, but before it could finish, the three spiritual blades that had been suspended in the air suddenly accelerated, stabbing directly into the rotting corpse's mind.

"Ah... You're not trustworthy."

Repeatedly struck by the spiritual blades, the rotting corpse's soul was gravely injured.

At that moment, the stone vial suddenly erupted in an explosion.

"Boom!" A deafening sound followed by a massive shockwave spread in all directions.

The barrier of the Zhengfan Four-Square Formation trembled violently.

While fending off the shockwave, Song Wen manipulated the formation to stabilize it.

Inwardly, he couldn't help but feel relieved, thankful that he hadn't trusted the rotting corpse.

If he had carelessly accepted the stone vial, the explosion at such close range would have left him no time to cast a defensive spell, and it could have seriously injured him.

Song Wen once again used the Focused Spirit Stab and aimed it at the rotting corpse.

The rotting corpse, being at the center of the explosion, bore the brunt of the impact. However, the Gui Yuan Qi helped block most of the shock, so the rotting corpse wasn't critically harmed.

Nevertheless, it was still thrown to the ground.

The Focused Spirit Stab pierced its soul continuously, and the rotting corpse grew weaker, with even the Gui Yuan Qi losing control and drifting aimlessly within the formation.

"Friend, don't kill me," the rotting corpse weakly pleaded.

"Spare my soul, and I can be of use to you. I was once a peak Golden Core cultivator, and I know many secret techniques. I can teach them all to you."

Song Wen sneered, "Teaching secret techniques is an excuse. You're trying to possess me, aren't you?"

"I've already taken a body once. I can't do it again," the rotting corpse responded.

Song Wen, intrigued, asked, "I'm curious, since your physical body has died, why has your soul not dissipated? How can you remain in this world?"

The rotting corpse replied, "I have a ghost cultivation technique that allows me to transform my soul into a ghost. But I feared that as a ghost, I'd be too weak. Before my lifespan ran out, I refined my own body into a corpse puppet and sought the Gui Yuan Qi to protect myself."

(End of the Chapter)

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