Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 350: The White Tiger Seals the Gate



Translator: Cinder Translations

"Fellow Daoist, just in time. The white tiger has been disturbed; how about we three join forces to leave the secret realm together?"

Xue Gu said to Rong Jingyun.

Rong Jingyun looked surprised. "The white tiger has been disturbed?"

Then Xue Gu briefly recounted the events leading up to the situation.

Hearing this, Rong Jingyun frowned deeply.

"The white tiger's den is at the mountaintop, and the exit stone hall is still several miles away. If we are careful when passing through the exit, we shouldn't disturb the white tiger, right?"

Xue Gu replied, "I'm afraid it won't be as easy as you think."

"Why do you say that?" Rong Jingyun asked.

"The white tiger has a very high level of intelligence. If we disturb it, it likely won't let us cultivators leave the secret realm safely," Xue Gu said, looking worriedly at the mountaintop.

Mu Yunxin, who had been sitting nearby and refining her pills, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Rong Jingyun.

"Master Rong, the situation is critical; our cooperation is the best strategy."

Rong Jingyun revealed a faint smile.

"I didn't expect Miss Mu to be here as well."

From the way the two spoke and addressed each other, it was evident they were old acquaintances.

Rong Jingyun then turned to Song Wen, her expression questioning.

Compared to Mu Yunxin and the others, she trusted Song Wen more.

If she had to travel with someone, she would naturally prefer Song Wen to accompany her.

Song Wen slightly nodded.

Xue Gu's words indeed held some truth.

The danger of acting alone was significantly higher than that of traveling with a group.

Receiving Song Wen's agreement, Rong Jingyun said to Xue Gu, "Elder Wu and I are willing to join you."

"That's excellent," Xue Gu replied.

He then shifted the topic and continued, "However, during the recent avalanche, there were traces of disciples from the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, the He Huan Sect, and t Mixed Origin Temple. You all should wait here for a moment; Master Jie Ku and I will go look for our fellow disciples."

"Understood," Rong Jingyun replied.

Xue Gu and Jie Ku searched around the cliff and beneath it for signs of their companions.

As for whether they were genuinely searching for their fellow disciples or coveting their possessions, that remained unclear.

About half an hour later,

Jie Ku returned, his face filled with grief and despair.

It appeared he had not found any trace of his companions.

A moment later,

Xue Gu appeared at the edge of the cliff, holding a severed head.

The head had its eyes wide open, appearing unable to close even in death.

"Alas!" Xue Gu sighed.

He casually tossed the head into the snow.

"All I found was a fellow disciple's remains; as their senior brother, I wasn't able to take good

care of them."

Xue Gu spoke mournfully, but there was no hint of sorrow on his face.

"Miss Mu, how is your injury recovering?"

Xue Gu approached Mu Yunxin with concern.

Mu Yunxin shook her head. "It will take several hours before my injuries recover

substantially."

Xue Gu turned to face everyone.

"Then let's wait a bit longer. Once Miss Mu's injuries are better, we can set off. Right now, it's only been a little over half an hour since the avalanche; the white tiger will be most alert during this time, making it unsuitable to ascend the mountain."

The group fell silent, tacitly acknowledging Xue Gu's words.

Two hours later,

The sky began to darken.

Thick mist started to rise within the secret realm.

On the mountaintop, it was no exception.

At night, thick fog enveloped the area, obstructing visibility. Coupled with the limitations on spiritual awareness, it was clearly unsuitable to ascend the mountain.

Everyone could only wait until sunrise to set off.

...

The next day, early morning.

The sun's rays illuminated the earth.

The thick fog began to dissipate.

The group circumvented to the other side of the mountain and moved toward the summit.

This side of the mountain had not experienced an avalanche; the trees were lush, providing excellent concealment for their movements.

Everyone tried to suppress their cultivation aura, relying on their physical strength to

navigate through the forest.

The task of scouting fell to Rong Jingyun.

She summoned a second-level early-stage spirit cat.

The spirit cat was two feet long, agile in build, swift, and highly intelligent.

The spirit cat moved silently through the dense forest, making it an excellent scout.

Following closely behind the spirit cat was Xue Gu, the strongest fighter among them.

He was a sword cultivator from the Profound Heaven Sword Sect and, in terms of offensive power, was outwardly the strongest.

Song Wen and the other four formed a fan-shaped formation, trailing not far behind Xue Gu.

With such a formation, if any one side encountered danger, the others could provide timely support.

However, this was merely a verbal agreement; when real trouble arose, whether the group would fight or flee would likely depend on the enemy's strength.

After traveling several dozen miles toward the mountaintop, the group arrived at the base of

a hundred-foot cliff.

Above the cliff was the stone hall where the exit was located.

The group hid beneath the cliff while the spirit cat climbed up to scout the area.

The spirit cat moved swiftly and jumped back and forth on the nearly vertical cliff face,

quickly reaching the top of the hundred-foot cliff.

It crouched at the edge of the cliff, peered around to ensure there were no dangers, and then

retreated with a push, leaping up the cliff and disappearing from the sight of the others

below.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn,

the spirit cat reappeared at the edge of the cliff.

It leaped down from the cliff, directly falling toward the ground a hundred feet below.

As soon as the spirit cat landed, it jumped onto Rong Jingyun, burying its head in her arms and

trembling uncontrollably, as if it had seen something incredibly terrifying.

Seeing this, a layer of gloom enveloped everyone's hearts.

Then, Rong Jingyun's words confirmed everyone's dark suspicions.

"According to the spirit cat, the white tiger is sound asleep behind the door of the stone hall.

It seems to know that we cultivators must pass through the stone hall to leave the secret

realm. It's lying in wait for us."

The group exchanged glances, their expressions dark and silent.

Faced with the golden core stage white tiger, even gathering all the cultivators in the secret

realm would likely not be enough to defeat it.

"What should we do now? Are we going to be trapped in this secret realm forever?"

Mu Yunxin said anxiously, looking frail and helpless.

Xue Gu said, "Actually, we don't need to defeat the white tiger directly; we just need to find aNôv(el)B\\jnn

way to draw it away."

Jie Ku added, "What Xue Daoist says makes sense, but how do we draw the white tiger away?

And who will go to distract it? The person who tries to lead the tiger away is likely to face

certain death."

Hearing this, Xue Gu was left speechless and fell silent.

Song Wen gazed at the cliff and softly said, "It seems that for the time being, we can't think of

a way to draw the white tiger away. I still have some matters to attend to, so I won't

accompany

you."

Song Wen suddenly wanted to leave the group, drawing the attention of the other four.

Rong Jingyun frowned. "Elder Wu, there are only a few days left until the secret realm closes.

Where are you going?"

Song Wen did not answer directly, casually responding, "We've gathered here, but it's of no

use. It's better for us to disperse and act separately."

After saying this, Song Wen used both hands and feet to climb up the rock.

(End of the Chapter)

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