Record of a Demon's Cultivation-Chapter 588: Fellow Sect Members Turning on Each Other

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"But the entrance to the secret realm is guarded by Ancestor Lan Yin. How could they possibly deceive him?" Hu Gao said in disbelief.

Wen Lin sneered coldly, "Brother Hu Gao, don't forget the relationship between Ancestor Lan Yin and Zi Yun."

A trace of disbelief flashed in Hu Gao's eyes.

"Are you saying that Ancestor Lan Yin agreed to let them enter the secret realm?"

"Is there any other possibility?" Wen Lin replied.

Hu Gao looked at Song Wen, and the hostility in his eyes gradually faded.

"Since you entered the secret realm with Ancestor Lan Yin's approval, I won't ask further."

Upon hearing this, Song Wen quietly sighed in relief.

However, what Wen Lin said next caused Song Wen's expression to darken instantly.

"Brother Hu Gao, you are mistaken. Zi Yun was willing to cooperate with the demons, and she was able to convince Ancestor Lan Yin. Their scheme must be grand. Right now, all three of them are severely injured and their strength is greatly reduced. They no longer have the power to resist. Should we just let go of this opportunity?"

A sharp gleam appeared in Hu Gao's eyes, clearly moved by Wen Lin's words.

But then hesitation appeared on his face.

"But Ancestor Lan Yin is still guarding outside the secret realm. If we make a move against them, how will we explain ourselves to him?"

"As long as they disappear completely from this secret realm, Ancestor Lan Yin will only think that their plan failed and that they were killed by the demonic beasts inside the realm."

Wen Lin showed no hesitation in revealing her murderous intent towards Song Wen and the others.

She had already decided that Song Wen and his companions no longer posed any threat to her and Hu Gao.

A cold glint flashed in Hu Gao's eyes.

"Wen Lin is right. Zi Yun was killed by the demonic beasts. What does it have to do with us?"

After speaking, the two figures moved, turning into streams of light as they charged toward Song Wen.

Song Wen, being the only one of the three still standing, naturally became their first target.

Song Wen shook his head slightly, his gaze tinged with helplessness.

He had hoped to resolve the matter peacefully, but it seemed the two were bent on seeking their own demise.

TL/N: *Chef's Kiss*

"Ji Yin, don't hold back, kill them," came Zi Yun's voice from behind Song Wen.

The actions of Hu Gao and Wen Lin had already alerted Zhu Yin and Zi Yun, but neither of them made a move. They remained seated, showing no sign of standing up.

It was unclear whether they were too exhausted to resist Hu Gao and Wen Lin, or if they trusted Song Wen to easily handle the crisis.

"Arrogant fools, unaware of their imminent death."

Wen Lin sneered, and a flying sword suddenly appeared, aiming straight for Song Wen's forehead.

Although she had maintained a confident demeanor throughout, she had unknowingly fallen half a step behind Hu Gao.

Facing the rushing Hu Gao and Wen Lin, Song Wen's eyes revealed a cold killing intent.

His brow flickered, and two sharp, spiritual blades shot out, aiming directly at the center of their foreheads.

"Focused Spirit Stab!"

Both Hu Gao and Wen Lin were startled, clearly aware of the power of the "Focused Spirit Stab."

Hu Gao quickly summoned a jade pendant the size of a palm, which was a soul-defensive artifact.

Just as he was about to activate the pendant, he felt a strong wind approach from behind.

Wen Lin had suddenly appeared behind him and slapped him in the back.

Because Hu Gao had focused all his attention on defending against the "Focused Spirit Stab," and never expected Wen Lin to attack him, he was completely unprepared and took the full force of her slap.

The blow was so powerful that Hu Gao lost all control and was sent flying forward, straight into the path of the two spiritual blades.

Wen Lin's slap also disrupted the flow of Hu Gao's magic power, causing him to miss the chance to activate the jade pendant.

He could only watch in horror as the two blades pierced into his skull.

"Ah..."

It was as if countless needles were stabbing into Hu Gao's soul.

The excruciating pain from his soul made every cell in his body tremble in agony, causing him to involuntarily let out a shrill scream.

His body suddenly plummeted to the ground, crashing hard onto the solid surface.

At the same time, Wen Lin used the recoil from her palm strike to swiftly float backward.

"Want to escape? It's too late!" Song Wen sneered coldly.

Several blood-red tendrils shot out from his chest.

These blood-colored tendrils were like the claws of a demon, wildly swiping and clawing toward Wen Lin.

While fleeing, Wen Lin summoned her flying sword and slashed at the incoming tendrils.

The sword light flickered as it clashed with the blood-red tendrils, creating the sound of metal striking metal.

The tendrils formed from the Blood Sea Seal were extraordinarily tough, and Wen Lin's flying sword could only repel them rather than destroy them.

Wen Lin soon found herself surrounded by the tendrils from all directions.

She constantly urged her flying sword, which danced rapidly around her, forming an impenetrable sword net that resisted the tendrils attacking from all sides.

Suddenly, a spiritual blade shot toward her, and without her soul-defensive artifact, Wen Lin could only let the blade pierce into her sea of consciousness.

Her body stiffened, and the flying sword lost control.

One of the tendrils took the opportunity to coil around her body, lifting her high and then slamming her violently into the ground.

The tremendous impact shattered the rocks on the ground, and at the same time, it disrupted the flow of her internal magic, preventing her from using her magic to resist.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The dull thud of repeated impacts echoed.

Wen Lin was repeatedly slammed into the ground by the tendrils.

Each collision felt as though her bones and organs were about to shatter.

After dozens of hits, the tendrils finally stopped.

At this point, Wen Lin was unrecognizable.

Her body was covered in dust and blood, her clothes torn to shreds, revealing her mangled flesh.

However, these shocking external injuries were nothing compared to her internal wounds.

Half of her bones were shattered, and her internal organs were severely damaged.

The tendrils tossed Wen Lin in front of Zi Yun.

Along with her, Hu Gao was also thrown over. A tendril had pierced his abdomen, leaving a gaping wound the size of a soup bowl.

Zi Yun's expression was filled with shock, mixed with some confusion.

She was shocked that Song Wen had so easily captured two late-stage Gold Core cultivators. After all, Song Wen's magical power was severely depleted, and he was far weaker than at his peak.

She was confused as to why Song Wen hadn't killed Hu Gao and Wen Lin, and seemed to be handing them over to her for disposal.

"Ji Yin, you're not going to kill them?" Zi Yun asked.

Song Wen replied, "They must die, but I won't make the move. You handle them."

"Why?" Zi Yun asked.

"I promised Daoist Lan Yin that I wouldn't harm the disciples of the Two-Yi Sect," Song Wen explained.

Zi Yun looked at the dying Hu Gao and Wen Lin, her expression strange.

Was what he did not considered harming them?

Shaking her head, Zi Yun didn't dwell on it any further. Since Song Wen wanted her to kill them, she would do it.

After all, Hu Gao and Wen Lin had brought this fate upon themselves.

Zi Yun raised her hand and released a burst of spiritual power, shattering the skulls of Hu Gao and Wen Lin.

(End of the Chapter)

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