Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 344: The Origin of the Cold Pool



Translator: Cinder Translations

The Stinging Mother Beast had just blocked the attack of the Soul-Cleaving Blade and had no time to catch its breath.

The Ghost King charged in with his sword drawn.

On the giant sword, a chilling ghostly aura surged, like the deathly energy spewing forth from hell.

The Stinging Mother Beast's tentacles danced wildly, whipping up a tempest as they struck down towards the Ghost King.

In an instant, it moved its body, attempting to retreat into the river.

"Bang, bang."

Two crashing sounds rang out as the two bronze corpses arrived.

Each of them ensnared a tentacle, their claws tearing madly.

A silver shadow flashed by, taking advantage of the two corpses and a ghost to draw the Stinging Mother Beast's attention, and the silver corpse charged towards the Stinging Mother Beast.

It came like a furious beast running at high speed, directly colliding with the Stinging Mother Beast's towering body.

What followed was an extremely brutal close-quarters brawl.

The attacks from the three corpses and the ghost fell upon the Stinging Mother Beast like a torrential storm.

Flesh and chunks of meat flew everywhere.

In the end, the Stinging Mother Beast could not escape back into the river. Under the siege of the three corpses and the ghost, its body was shattered into pieces, turning into a pile of flesh.

Six Sacred Gu pounced in, feasting eagerly.

The blood and flesh of the demon beast were a delicacy for them.

Amidst the shattered innards, Song Wen discovered a broken skeleton.

On one of the finger bones of the skeleton was a storage ring.

Song Wen raised his hand, drawing the storage ring into his possession.

He probed inside with his spiritual sense and found it was a storage ring of the ascetic* type.

TLN: The term used here is "" (jiè sè) literally translates to "abstain from color," with "" often implying "lust" or "desires.". This type of storage ring likely carries connotations of discipline or restraint, possibly implying it was made by a sect or individual who practices abstinence from worldly desires or pleasures, especially related to lust or sensual indulgence.

Inside, he discovered a jade vial containing ten-thousand-year-old spirit liquid.

The storage ring also contained a number of Buddhist and Daoist spells and spirit tools.

Buddhist and Daoist spells required a Buddhist nature to unleash their true power, making them unsuitable for Song Wen to cultivate.

The Buddhist and Daoist spirit tools could be barely operated after being re-forged, but Song Wen did not lack spirit tools and did not intend to waste energy and spirit materials finding someone to reforge them.

After quickly taking inventory of the storage ring, Song Wen turned to pull out the Yin-Yang Blood Weeping Branch.

He arrived at the side of the cold pool.

The cold pool was quite extraordinary; merely standing at its edge sent a bone-chilling cold sweeping over him.

Song Wen couldn't help but feel curious about what could have created this cold pool.

The memories of Jie Hui and the descriptions from Rong Jingyun indicated that there were no demon beasts lurking in the depths of the cold pool.

Delving deep into the cold pool posed no safety concerns.

Song Wen retracted the ghost general and the two bronze corpses, leaving the Ghost King and the Yin Corpse to protect him while he explored the cold pool.

When he summoned the Sacred Gu, he found that the six insects had already gorged themselves and were somewhat reluctant to leave.

The Stinging Mother Beast's body was powerful and contained rich spiritual energy.

The six insects had only eaten a small portion of it and were already full; they were unwilling to abandon the remaining Stinging Mother Beast's corpse.

Song Wen took out an idle storage ring and began collecting the scattered remnants of the Stinging Mother Beast's body.

Only then did the six insects obediently return to Song Wen's body.

"Splash, splash."

Two sounds like water echoed.

The silver corpse and Song Wen jumped into the cold pool, one after the other.

The Ghost King followed last, entering the water without a sound, as if seamlessly merging

into the water.

The water of the cold pool was ice-cold to the bone.

However, it had little effect on the silver corpse and the Ghost King.

As the pool water coursed over his body, Song Wen felt as if dozens of sharp little blades were continuously slicing at him, as if he would be cut to pieces.

Song Wen operated the Ten Thousand Poisons Body and activated the Corpse King Blood Refining Art, transforming into a zombie form to barely resist the biting cold.

One corpse, one person, and one ghost sank ten miles underwater, reaching the bottom of the

cold pool.

The rocks at the depths of the cold pool, long assaulted by the extreme cold, had become somewhat extraordinary, faintly gleaming with a metallic luster.

The cold pool formed a '' shape, and Song Wen slowly searched in the horizontal passage at

the deepest point.

As he walked to the middle of the horizontal passage, he could clearly sense that the cold here

was even more intense.

After passing through the middle section, the cold began to slowly weaken again.

Song Wen retreated to the middle of the passage and started to search carefully, inch by inch.

Finally, he discovered that the cold at a certain corner at the bottom of the passage was the strongest point in the entire cold pool.

Song Wen raised his claw and unleashed the Ghostly Claw, which he hadn't used in a long

time.

A spark ignited in the depths of the cold pool.

The hardness of the rock exceeded Song Wen's expectations.

With all his strength, he clawed at the rock but only left a scratch less than three inches deep.

A sharp pain surged through his palm, and Song Wen couldn't help but shake his hand.

The extreme cold at the bottom of the cold pool brought him a feeling akin to his bones

freezing.

Coupled with the rebound force from the rock, it actually injured his hand.

Song Wen glanced at the silver corpse beside him and couldn't help but curse himself for

being foolish.

Instead of using the bronze-skinned, iron-boned, pain-free silver corpse, he had tried it

himself, simply asking for trouble.

Song Wen commanded the silver corpse to start digging into the rocky ground.

The silver corpse's body was far stronger than Song Wen's.

It was much easier for it to excavate the rock.

Hard rocks were continuously dug out by the silver corpse's sharp claws.

As the silver corpse kept digging, the rocks below became increasingly hard, and the cold it

released became more powerful.

Before long, a vertical shaft three zhang deep was excavated by the silver corpse.

"Bang!"

With the silver corpse's claws sinking into the rock once more, the stone beneath it suddenly

cracked.

The cracked rock, along with the silver corpse, fell downwards.

A deep, dark opening appeared.

A greenish light shone from the entrance of the cave.

The water of the cold pool quickly rushed into the opening below.

Song Wen jumped into the vertical shaft, carried by the icy current towards the opening

below.

Below was a cave that was less than half an acre in size.

The ground and rock walls of the cave were very flat, making it clear that it was a man-made

structure.

In other words, this was an artificial stone chamber.

At the center of the stone chamber stood a stone platform about a yard high.

On the stone platform, there was an oil lamp the size of a large bowl.

Within the oil lamp, a cluster of green flames danced constantly.

As soon as he entered the stone chamber, Song Wen felt a piercing coldness greet him.

This cold was several times worse than the chill in the cold pool.

Moreover, within this coldness was a strong aura of yin and evil.

At this moment, he felt the circulation of his spiritual energy become sluggish.

It was as if this coldness could freeze his spiritual energy.

Song Wen exerted all his strength to circulate his spiritual energy to counteract the cold that

was invading his body.

He flipped his palm, and a bright red spirit herb appeared in his hand.

This spirit herb was called Soul-Burning Grass, which carried intense fire poison; consumingn/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

it felt like being burned by a raging fire.

Those with insufficient cultivation who mistakenly consumed it might be consumed by the

fire poison and turned to ashes.

The Soul-Burning Grass was what Song Wen used to cultivate the Ten Thousand Poisons

Body.

Song Wen opened his mouth and swallowed the Soul-Burning Grass.

A burning pain surged from his abdomen.

Then, like a tidal wave, it quickly swept through Song Wen's entire body.

After half a stick of incense, Song Wen had refined most of the poison from the Soul-Burning

Grass.

The cold within him was also partially dispelled.

(End of the Chapter)

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