Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 25: Fierce Fight

Translator: Cinder Translations

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At evening,

As the sun set, the sky gradually darkened.

Tang Yi and his son appeared in the courtyard on time.

They had just approached the small building when they vaguely saw Song Wen emerging from the medicinal field.

A smile spread across Tang Yi's face. "I've only heard before that Elder Ji Yin took in a talented young disciple. Today, seeing him, he truly has an imposing aura, like a dragon among men."

Song Wen didn't recognize Tang Yi. He looked puzzled and asked, "Who are you?"

While Tang Yi was warmly enthusiastic, Tang Liang's expression turned somewhat cold.

He already harbored grievances with Song Wen, and now that Song Wen had learned the Immortal Fireball technique, Tang Liang felt indignant.

A rustic young man who popped out of nowhere had achieved something he had dreamed of in less than three months. This couldn't help but fill Tang Liang with jealousy.

He stared at Song Wen with a hint of mockery.

"As a disciple of Tian Sha Gang, you don't even recognize the gang leader."

Song Wen was surprised to hear this, Tang Yi's appearance was unexpected. According to rumors, Tang Yi was a rare expert in the martial world.

Would today's plan go smoothly?

However, thinking of his own arrangements, Song Wen eased his mind.

Although Song Wen's thoughts were complicated, he remained calm on the surface. He even smiled humbly, clasping his hands.

"Junior Song Wen, I greet the gang leader."

"You overpraise me, I am not worthy of your praise."

"The Master is waiting inside. Please come in, both of you."

Tang Yi nodded. "Whenever you have time, nephew Song, please visit my residence more often."

After saying that, he took Tang Liang and headed towards the small building.

Once they were a distance away, Tang Yi whispered to his son, "Do you have a grudge against him?"

Tang Liang sighed. "There was a bit of an unpleasant incident before."

Tang Yi advised, "It's best to reconcile. From what I see, this young man is quite deep and now that he's learned immortal techniques, he's not an ordinary person."

Unaware that they were already mortal enemies...

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Song Wen watched their figures depart, a trace of a bloodthirsty smile on his lips.

He had prepared everything for tonight's assassination of Tang Liang.

Earlier, he had appeared in the medicinal field to secretly uproot the Red Blood Vine under cover of night, packing it into a jade box and storing it in his bag.

With all preparations in place, now it was time for the final act.

Seeing the two men enter the second floor, Song Wen silently began channeling his spiritual energy, readying himself to unleash the Fireball technique.

On the second floor, Tang Yi cleared his throat and spoke.

"Elder Ji Yin, I've brought my son. Please open the door for a chat."

He awaited Ji Yin's response eagerly.

But there was no response from the room.

"What's going on?" Tang Yi murmured softly, looking at Tang Liang with some confusion. Tang Liang was equally perplexed.

Tang Yi noticed that the door wasn't fully closed but slightly ajar.

He gently pushed the door. With a creak, it swung open.

In the dim light, Tang Yi saw a figure seated in the middle of the room, but there was no sign of breathing.

Tang Yi was taken aback. He exclaimed, "Elder Ji Yin! What's happened to you?"

Without hesitation, he rushed in.

Tang Liang followed closely behind.

Seeing this scene, Song Wen's eyes suddenly gleamed with intense vigor.

Now was the perfect moment to strike!

He raised his hand, and a fist-sized fireball shot out, heading straight for the room on the first floor.

The fireball shattered the door and crashed onto a large ten-pound clay jar inside the room.

Boom!

The clay jar shattered, and a large amount of thick, black viscous liquid splattered in all directions — this was Furious Oil.

Furious Oil ignites instantly upon contact with fire.

Not far away, ten identical clay jars stood.

These jars were splashed with some Furious Oil, which promptly ignited.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

Consecutive explosions resounded through the sky, causing the ground nearby to tremble, leaving thousands of Tian Sha Gang members bewildered and frightened. Who dared to cause such chaos in the Tian Sha Gang?

The shockwaves from the explosions instantly shredded the entire small building.

Countless steel needles also scattered in all directions, resembling a barrage of stray bullets.

Song Wen watched all this with great satisfaction.

He had purchased Furious Oil outside and deliberately added numerous steel needles into the clay jars.

He couldn't help but marvel at the methods of cultivators; he had surreptitiously brought in over a hundred pounds of Furious Oil using his storage bag.

Furthermore, he had placed the dried corpse of Ji Yin inside the room to attract the attention of Tang Yi and his son.

Song Wen's plan proceeded flawlessly, but he underestimated Tang Yi's strength as a Primordial Martial Artist.

A Primordial Martial Artist could emit true qi externally, forming a protective shield around their body. The raging flames and steel needles couldn't harm him.

However, Tang Liang wasn't so fortunate.

He was burned all over, his body charred black, with several steel needles embedded in his abdomen.

Tang Yi carried his son with one hand, circulating true qi, and burst out like a giant Peng spreading its wings.

Seeing Tang Yi suddenly emerge from the sea of fire, Song Wen immediately triggered the prepared talisman seal.

A head-sized fireball surged with formidable momentum directly towards Tang Yi.

Tang Yi's expression turned horrified. The power and high temperature of this Immortal Technique Fireball made his heart tremble; he felt that even a slight touch would leave him either dead or severely injured.

In a moment of urgency, Tang Yi had no other choice. He could only throw Tang Liang towards the fireball in his hand.

"No!"

Tang Liang shouted in despair!

He collided directly with the swiftly moving fireball.

Bang!

Tang Liang's body exploded into pieces, scattering all over.

Tang Yi's eyes widened in fury. He stared fixedly at Song Wen, bursting with intense hatred, as if he wanted to tear Song Wen apart.

"Song Wen, you wretch! I will tear you limb from limb!"

He heightened his body technique to the extreme, swiftly maneuvering out of the sea of fire.

His figure flickered rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he closed in on Song Wen.

"Young man, prepare to die."

Tang Yi specialized in body refinement, with all his martial arts prowess concentrated in his fists.

His fists carried the power to shatter rocks, resembling a massive steel hammer, directly aimed at Song Wen's chest.

Clang!

The fist stopped a foot away from Song Wen's chest.

It was Song Wen's Shielding Technique in action.

Song Wen's body felt like it had been hit by a high-speed car, soaring backward into the air.

Song Wen was alarmed; Tang Yi, as a Martial Artist, unleashed a terrifying attack.

However, it wasn't enough to break through his Shielding Technique.

As he was thrown backward, Song Wen took the opportunity to once again activate another fireball talisman.

At such close range, the fireball suddenly appeared with astonishing speed, leaving Tang Yi with nowhere to dodge.

The fireball surged forward and crashed directly into Tang Yi's chest.

His proud body was instantly shattered, and thrown back several meters. His chest was bloody, flesh torn, and ribs broken countless times.

Tang Yi fell to the ground, but he wasn't dead yet. He struggled desperately to get up.

Just moments ago, while in the air, he had a clear view: despite the heavy blow he dealt to Song Wen, the young man was largely unharmed, and Tang Yi was at risk of being counterattacked by Song Wen at any moment.

(End of the Chapter)