Record of a Demon's Cultivation-Chapter 704: Waiting for the Rabbit

Translator: CinderTL

The Human Serpent Workshop of the He Huan Sect is located on an island spanning a hundred miles.

On the surface, the island appears ordinary, but its interior has been nearly hollowed out, carved into numerous large and small underground chambers.

The He Huan Sect must have known some secrets about breeding Human Serpents, as these underground chambers confine a large number of Green Jade Snakes and mortals, many of whom are pregnant women.

Clearly, the He Huan Sect did not want anyone to know about the existence of this Human Serpent Workshop. They had set up a Spirit Sense Isolation Formation on the island, preventing outsiders from sensing the specific conditions inside the workshop.

Song Wen did not set foot on the island but bid farewell to Lan Chen dozens of miles away.

"Lan Chen, I won’t be entering the Human Serpent Workshop. Please take good care of my senior sister."

Song Wen’s decision stemmed from his concern that the workshop might have an Entrapment Formation, and he was unwilling to take unnecessary risks.

Lan Chen, who had a request for Zhou Siyi, would not harm her for the time being.

As long as Song Wen was alive, even after the successful breeding of the Human Serpent, Lan Chen would not easily act against Zhou Siyi. After all, there was no enmity between them, and there was no need to provoke a Nascent Soul cultivator like Song Wen.

Lan Chen said, "Rest assured, Fellow Daoist, Zhou will not suffer any grievances under my care."

"Then I leave it to you," Song Wen said, cupping his hands in gratitude.

He then turned to Zhou Siyi and said, "Senior Sister Zhou, please go with Lan Chen to the Human Serpent Workshop. Once the Human Serpent is successfully bred, I will come to pick you up."

Trusting Song Wen, Zhou Siyi did not question his arrangements.

She nodded and replied, "Alright. Junior Brother, be careful in everything you do."

After Song Wen and Zhou Siyi finished their farewells, Lan Chen beckoned to Mu Yunxin beside her.

"Yunxin, take Zhou to the Human Serpent Workshop first. I have some matters to discuss privately with Fellow Daoist Yin Shuo."

"Yes!"

Mu Yunxin responded respectfully and left with Zhou Siyi.

Once the two were out of sight, Lan Chen gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a shy smile filled with allure.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Shuo, although it has been over a hundred years since our last dual cultivation, I still remember it vividly. Would you like to relive those passionate moments?"

Song Wen was slightly taken aback and said, "I have urgent matters to attend to and cannot stay long. Farewell, Lan Chen."

With that, Song Wen transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky.

Watching Song Wen’s fleeing figure, Lan Chen’s eyes showed disappointment, and she sighed.

"Can’t people trust each other a little more? I’m just overflowing with spring desires, wanting to dual cultivate. I have no intention of harming anyone, alas..."

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Song Wen hurried without stopping until he reached the mouth of the Qingling River where it flowed into the lake.

The mighty river surged forward.

The water, mixed with sand and silt, was turbid and yellow as it poured into the clear and deep Pure Lake, creating layers of waves.

Song Wen hovered above the rushing water, extending his spirit sense deep into the lake, searching meticulously.

After scouring an area of several hundred miles, Song Wen could not find any trace of the Toxic Flood Dragon.

However, he did not think that Lan Chen had deceived him.

There were many hidden caves at the bottom and along the banks of the lake, winding and deep, their depths unknown. The Toxic Flood Dragon could be hiding in these caves.

Moreover, the Toxic Flood Dragon was a third-tier demon beast and would not confine its activities to just the mouth of the lake. It was normal not to find it immediately.

Song Wen arrived at the lakeside and sat in meditation under a large tree, patiently waiting for the Toxic Flood Dragon to appear.

After seven days, there was still no sign of the Toxic Flood Dragon.

Song Wen decided not to wait any longer. He summoned two Shadow Gu and instructed them to keep watch at the lake’s entrance while he traveled to a cave hundreds of miles away from the lakeshore.

Inside the cave, he set up a Spirit Sense Isolation Formation. Then, he took out his alchemy furnace and began refining a third-grade Demon Luring Powder.

Three days later.

The Demon Luring Powder was successfully refined.

Song Wen stored it in a porcelain bottle and returned to the lake’s entrance.

He placed the bottle on the shore, concealed his aura, and hid in the canopy of a nearby tree.

The unique fragrance of the Demon Luring Powder wafted out from the bottle, carried by the wind.

Soon, various beasts of different sizes appeared, but none could approach the bottle. Hidden in the shadows, the Shadow Gu silently eliminated them.

At the same time, the corpses of these beasts were devoured by the Shadow Gu.

About an hour later.

The lake’s surface began to churn, forming swirling vortices, as if something massive was stirring beneath the water.

Suddenly, a gigantic serpentine head with horns burst out of the water.

Its massive, lantern-like vertical pupils coldly gazed at the porcelain bottle on the shore.

Seeing that everything on the shore was calm, the serpent’s entire body slowly emerged from the water.

It was a thirty-zhang-long flood dragon—the very Toxic Flood Dragon Song Wen had been waiting for, a late third-grade beast.

With a flick of its tail, the Toxic Flood Dragon swiftly swam toward the shore where the bottle was placed.

At that moment, several blood-red tentacles suddenly shot out from the depths of the lake.

The tentacles moved with incredible speed, giving the Toxic Flood Dragon no time to react or struggle, and firmly bound it.

Song Wen appeared, standing before the flood dragon’s head.

Looking at the struggling beast, he nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, he had lured this creature out, and his long wait had not been in vain.

With a flick of his finger, Song Wen shot a pigeon egg-sized pill into the Toxic Flood Dragon’s mouth.

Simultaneously, the tentacles binding the beast quickly released it.

The Toxic Flood Dragon regained its freedom, casting a fearful glance at Song Wen before turning and diving back into the depths of the lake.

Just as it reached a depth of a hundred zhang, the Toxic Flood Dragon suddenly began to thrash violently, as if in immense pain.

Large amounts of green mist poured from its mouth, dissolving into the water and turning it a murky green.

As the Toxic Flood Dragon thrashed, the green water rapidly spread.

Wherever it reached, countless fish in the water died instantly.

Within a radius of ten li, the area quickly became a lifeless zone.

The lake’s surface was soon covered with a thick layer of dead fish.

Moreover, this lifeless zone showed signs of expanding.

Gradually, not only green toxic mist but also streaks of black blood began to pour from the Toxic Flood Dragon’s mouth. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Song Wen’s spirit sense could clearly perceive that the Blood Demon Pill, once inside the flood dragon’s stomach, released its potent poison, causing the beast’s intestines to rupture.

The toxicity of the Blood Demon Pill was so intense that it turned the flood dragon’s originally crimson blood into black.

The green toxic mist spewing from the flood dragon’s mouth came from the poison sac in its head—a reflexive counterattack after being injured.

While releasing its poison, the Blood Demon Pill also rapidly consumed the flood dragon’s vital essence, converting it into pure spiritual energy.

Song Wen quietly observed all of this.

He was somewhat concerned that the Toxic Flood Dragon might be poisoned to death.

Half an hour later, the flood dragon’s struggles gradually weakened.

It had been tortured to the brink of death, and the effects of the Blood Demon Pill had already worn off. Although the Toxic Flood Dragon was weak, it had managed to survive.

Song Wen’s expression lit up with joy.

It seemed that the toxicity of the Blood Demon Pill was not as strong as he had imagined.

Or perhaps, the Toxic Flood Dragon’s resistance to poison far exceeded Song Wen’s expectations.

Song Wen approached the Toxic Flood Dragon and spoke coldly.

"I know your intelligence is not low, and you can understand my words. Come with me, and I will let you live. If not, I will skin you, extract your tendons, and use your scales, dragon bones, and venom sacs to craft magical artifacts."

"Don’t kill me, I’ll go with you."

The weak and defeated voice of the Toxic Flood Dragon echoed in Song Wen’s mind.

(End of the Chapter)

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