Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 325: Enemy or Illusion



Translator: Cinder Translations

Nine flying swords, shimmering with lightning, circled around Ji Ruxue, constantly spinning.

Standing in the midst of the lightning, Ji Ruxue seemed like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal realm, mysterious and captivating.

She leaped into the air, bringing the nine flying swords with her, actively charging toward the five ghostly figures.

Due to being deep within the Canglan Secret Realm, her spiritual consciousness was suppressed, forcing Ji Ruxue to get close to the ghosts and engage in close combat.

Jie Hui was momentarily startled by Ji Ruxue's lightning control.

Before he could make any move, Ji Ruxue had already closed in on the five ghosts.

Ji Ruxue formed a sword gesture with her left hand, drawing it forward.

The nine flying swords surged out in a line, but instead of harming the enemies, they circled around the perimeter, enclosing the five ghosts within.

"Evil Extermination Sword Formation, rise!" Ji Ruxue shouted.

As Ji Ruxue continuously manipulated the sword techniques in her hands, a connection abruptly formed among the nine flying swords.

Countless mysterious laws flew out from the nine flying swords.

The laws formed from silver lightning quickly intertwined with one another.

A gray-black translucent light curtain emerged, using the nine flying swords as its base and the lightning laws as its barrier, suddenly materializing.

It trapped the five ghostly figures inside.

Jie Hui's expression became extremely grave.

Ji Ruxue had actually cultivated a sword formation, and it was a lightning law sword formation at that.

However, fortunately, while the sword formation trapped the ghosts, it did not sever the connection between Jie Hui and the ghosts.

In other words, the five ghosts were still under his control.

Jie Hui slid his prayer beads, and the five ghostly figures, wielding long blades, all slashed toward a weak point in the sword formation's barrier.

Seeing this, Ji Ruxue revealed a cold smile.

"Just a bunch of ghosts thinking they can break my sword formation; it's wishful thinking."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Thunder!"

Each of the nine flying swords shot out a bolt of lightning.

Nine streaks of thunder, with the force of a thousand pounds, carrying overwhelming celestial might, struck toward the five skeletal ghosts in a flash.

The five skeletal ghosts merged into one, facing an uncertain direction, and their long blades slashed fiercely.

The dazzling lightning instantly filled the entire sword formation, completely obscuring the figures of the five ghosts.

When the lightning dissipated, the weak silhouettes of the five ghosts were revealed.

The souls of the five ghosts had become much more transparent, as if they could disintegrate at any moment.

The ghosts they had painstakingly refined were nearly shattered by Ji Ruxue, leaving Jie Hui filled with hatred.

He raised his hand to take out a human skin hand drum.

With a gentle tap, a dull drumbeat sounded.

Ji Ruxue's figure swayed slightly, and a look of terror appeared on her face.

A terrifyingly large beast materialized before her eyes.

The beast stood several zhang tall; it had a humanoid form but with a bull's head.

Its pair of eyes glowed red, exuding cruelty and bloodlust.

Looking down from its height, it gazed at Ji Ruxue, who was as small as an ant.

In the shadow of the giant beast, Ji Ruxue felt as if she were falling into an abyss, deeply

aware of her own weakness, unable to muster even a shred of fighting spirit.

At that moment, she only wished to escape, to put as much distance between herself and the

beast as possible.

It felt as if her feet were filled with lead, unable to move even an inch.

What terrified Ji Ruxue even more was that the giant beast raised its right foot, slowly

stepping toward her.

Ji Ruxue's vision was completely dominated by the enormous paw.

She could even smell the pungent stench emanating from the beast's foot.

Just as Ji Ruxue thought she was about to die at the hands of the giant beast, a loud shout

exploded in her ear.

"Junior Sister Ji, wake up!"

Ji Ruxue suddenly came to her senses as if waking from a dream.

She immediately realized:

She was in the Canglan Secret Realm, within the Hall of Ten Thousand Year Spirit Liquid.

She was in a fierce battle with Jie Hui.

Inside the great hall, where did this giant beast come from?

This giant beast is an illusion!

It is a mental attack targeting the soul.

Having discerned the true nature of the beast, what had previously terrified Ji Ruxue now

appeared to her as nothing more than a façade.

With her right hand, Ji Ruxue formed a sword gesture and lightly pointed at the giant beast.

A sword qi shot forth.

In an instant, the giant beast shattered into countless tiny light particles, dissipating away.

Ji Ruxue felt a sudden clarity as everything before her became bright again.

Everything she saw returned to normal.

Looking up, she noticed that the Evil Extermination Sword Formation had collapsed due to

her loss of control.

The five ghosts had already been recalled by Jie Hui.

The retrieval of the ghosts meant that the stone cushion occupied by the five ghosts was now

empty.

Ji Ruxue's expression turned cold as she stared at Jie Hui, with nine flying swords rapidly rotating around her, reflecting her lingering unease.

Her forehead glistened with beads of sweat, cold sweat brought on by the giant beast.

However, she had no intention of backing down.

Though Jie Hui's human skin hand drum was strange, Ji Ruxue had seen it once before and had

her guard up, believing she wouldn't be easily tricked again.

"Bald donkey, watch my sword!"

The nine flying swords gathered lightning energy, ready to strike at Jie Hui.

With an indifferent expression, Jie Hui said, "Lady, I have already relinquished the stone

cushion. Why must you be so aggressive?"

Though Jie Hui appeared to concede, Ji Ruxue was unwilling to let it go so easily.

The flying swords shot out in a line, sweeping toward Jie Hui.

Jie Wu suddenly transformed into a golden giant, standing up and bellowing.

"Filthy woman, can't you understand my senior brother Jie Hui's words? Do you really think

you can run rampant with a mere sword formation? Dare to unleash it, and I'll smash you to

pieces!"

"Junior Sister Ji, do not cause unnecessary trouble; come back," Mu Yunxin suddenly

interjected, trying to mediate.

"Hmph!"

Ji Ruxue snorted coldly, reluctantly sheathed her flying swords, and turned to walk toward her

stone cushion.

Within the Mixed Yuan Temple, there were three peak foundation-building cultivators

present. Even if the He Huan Sect and the Profound Heaven Sword Sect joined forces to confront them, the outcome could only be mutual destruction.

This would only allow the others in the great hall to pick up the spoils.

The vacant stone cushion was occupied by a disciple of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect.

Jie Hui sat on his stone cushion, having failed to seize the cushion and suffering injuries because of the five ghosts.

His expression was no longer as kind and benevolent as before; instead, he appeared quite

grim.

Suddenly, he sensed someone watching him.

Looking up and scanning the great hall, Jie Hui discovered that the one observing him was

Xue Gu from the Profound Heaven Sword Sect.

However, the other party was not just peeking; they were openly staring at him.

A surge of anger suddenly rose in Jie Hui's heart.

He had already accepted defeat, relinquishing the empty stone cushion; what else did the

Profound Heaven Sword Sect want?

Did they still want to seize his stone cushion?

As Jie Hui fumed internally, he noticed that Xue Gu's gaze flickered toward Lei Yuan and the

other four Lei family cultivators, a barely noticeable sneer appearing at the corner of his

mouth.

Jie Hui's eyes fixed on Xue Gu, seemingly unsure of his intent.

Xue Gu nodded slightly.

Then, he turned away, no longer looking at Jie Hui.

Seeing this, a smile emerged on Jie Hui's face, and his expression returned to one of

compassion.

...

A little over a moment later.

The vast spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to converge, sharply increasing the

concentration of spiritual energy within the entire great hall.

Everyone in the hall felt a strange illusion arise, as if they were situated within a gigantic

spiritual vein.

It felt like with every breath, they could inhale a large amount of spiritual energy, and their

cultivation seemed to be quietly rising.

All the participants' expressions brightened.

The ten-thousand-year spirit liquid was about to condense into existence.

(End of the Chapter)

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