Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 348: The White Tiger’s Fury



Translator: Cinder Translations

The mountain peak reaches a height of a hundred feet, and the journey from the foot of the mountain to the summit is anything but peaceful.

Various ferocious beasts lurk on the high mountain, posing constant dangers.

Moreover, atop the peak, there is a double-winged white tiger in its final transformation stage.

The exit of the secret realm is located within a stone hall.

The stone hall is only a few dozen feet away from the white tiger's lair, and if the tiger is disturbed, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to survive and escape the secret realm.

The mountain is dense with trees.

Relying on his physical strength, Song Wen climbs nimbly through the thick forest.

The Sacred Armor Bug leads the way ahead, and if it detects any beast lairs, Song Wen keeps his distance.

Though the areas occupied by these beasts mostly have spiritual herbs growing, and while Song Wen does not lack for spirit stones, he isn't particularly interested in these herbs.

Moving cautiously for almost half an hour, Song Wen ascends several dozen feet.

The mountainside is shrouded in clouds and mist year-round.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, one cannot discern its true face.

When Song Wen climbs to the mountainside, he notices that as he ascends, the temperature gradually drops, and vegetation becomes sparser.

Near the peak, a thick layer of white snow covers everything, draping the landscape in silver.

At a glance, it appears as a vast expanse of white.

Song Wen initially thought that with more than seven days remaining until the secret realm closed, it was unlikely anyone would arrive near the exit so early.

However, things unfolded beyond his expectations.

When he was still over ten feet away from the stone hall that contained the exit, suddenly, a violent fluctuation of spiritual power erupted from the mountain ahead. Someone was fighting!

Immediately afterward, a tremendous roar echoed through the air.

The thick white snow surged like waves in a storm, rolling and roaring as it cascaded down toward the foot of the mountain.

The snow wave rose several dozen feet high.

The splashing snowflakes blotted out the sun.

A fierce wind swept through, churning the clouds and mist.

Amidst the snow wave were countless stones and trees, charging downward with immense force.

The deafening roar was thunderous.

In that moment, it felt as though the entire secret realm was trembling.

Song Wen leapt into the air to evade the oncoming avalanche.

He looked astonished; so close to the peak, who would dare to engage in such a fierce battle?

Did they not fear disturbing the double-winged white tiger at the summit?

Not only Song Wen was disturbed by the avalanche, but many beasts were as well.

Some weaker beasts were caught in the avalanche, shredded into a mist of blood that stained the white snow, only to be buried by even more snow in an instant.

Meanwhile, some powerful beasts were forced to flee their lairs, moving far away to avoid the rushing avalanche.

"Roar!"

A thunderous tiger roar echoed from above.

The double-winged white tiger had indeed been startled by the avalanche.

It broke through the clouds and mist.

As if awakened from a deep slumber, its slightly hazy eyes were filled with fury.

The white tiger arrived at the source of the avalanche, where several human cultivators wereNôv(el)B\\jnn

located.

It opened its massive mouth and unleashed a thunderous roar.

A torrent of fierce wind surged from its mouth.

The wild wind swept through, and the clouds and mist churned violently.

Several human cultivators were immediately caught in the gale, crashing down against the

hard rocks below.

The violent impact caused them to spit blood and become weakened.

However, before they could regain their senses, the previous tiger roar triggered another

avalanche.

The white waves surged downward, roaring and charging forward.

Shaking the heavens and the earth!

Blocking its path were various obstacles, be they hard rocks or small grass that grew in the

cold, all of it was swept up, entangled within, and rushed downward.

Several human cultivators were also not spared, caught in the snow wave and disappearing without a trace.

The white tiger, seeing the few culprits who disturbed its deep slumber vanish in the snow wave, did not care whether they lived or died. It flapped its wings and suddenly soared into the sky, vanishing into the vast clouds.

...

Before a sheer cliff on the mountainside,

there was a relatively flat slope.

This gentle slope had originally been covered by dense trees.

At this moment, countless large trees had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a thick

accumulation of white snow.

In one corner of the snowy ground, something suddenly bulged.

A head emerged from beneath the snow.

It was Song Wen.

At the moment the white tiger appeared, he had immediately retracted all his aura and

jumped into the snow wave.

Then, he summoned the Kui Yin Heavy Water, transforming it into an egg shape that

enveloped his entire body.

As he was swept along by the snow wave, Song Wen rolled like a rolling gourd, tumbling down

for more than thirty feet on the mountainside before finally coming to a stop on this gentle

slope.

The continuous violent rolling, coupled with sharp rocks striking him from time to time, made Song Wen's internal organs churn incessantly, leaving him dizzy and feeling unwell.

Though he was in a sorry state, he had finally evaded the attention of the white tiger.

Just as Song Wen burrowed into the snow, at a distance of about a foot to his left, another figure also plunged into the snow.

This person was dressed in a flowing pink gauze gown, her appearance beautiful and figure

slender.

However, at this moment, she looked slightly disheveled.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her hair was in disarray.

The thin gauze gown was torn in multiple places, exposing scratched skin.

This woman was Mu Yunxin.

After crawling out of the snow, Mu Yunxin sat down heavily on the snow, her expression one

of pain.

After taking a pill, she noticed Song Wen not far away.

After a moment of daze,

the look of pain on her face vanished without a trace, replaced by a deep sense of weakness

and helplessness, making her appear pitiful.

"I am Mu Yunxin, I have seen Senior Brother from the Beastmaster Sect."

"In my past life, we met a hundred times, only to brush past each other in this life. This is our

third meeting, surely it is fate from a previous life."

"I am severely injured, and this place is fraught with danger. I wonder if Senior Brother could

lower himself to protect me while I recuperate for a moment?"

"Once I recover, I will definitely express my gratitude."

As she spoke, she gently raised her delicate leg, adjusting the thin gauze on her thigh to reveal

her long, snow-white leg.

"Cough cough cough..."

As if having said too much in one breath, which aggravated her injuries, Mu Yunxin suddenly

coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the snow beneath her.

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, she looked up again, her eyes filled with

emotion, gazing at Song Wen with a hopeful expression.

Song Wen wore an indifferent expression. He raised his hand and waved, sending a sharp burst

of energy shooting toward Mu Yunxin.

Faced with the incoming energy, Mu Yunxin showed no intention to resist or evade, her

expression one of despair, allowing the energy to strike her.

"Puff!"

The energy hit Mu Yunxin in the chest, sending her flying back a distance of ten feet.

She collapsed to the ground, spitting out a large amount of blood.

"Senior Brother, you have a heart of stone."

Mu Yunxin's eyes were filled with tears, her face full of grievance as she looked at Song Wen,

as if gazing at a heartless man who had abandoned her.

"Miss Mu, since we are old acquaintances, there is no need for you to act in front of me. The

protective spirit armor on your chest is already exposed. That last burst of energy could not

have injured you."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yunxin looked down.

At the white, plump area that was about to be exposed, a corner of the spirit armor was clearly

visible.

She pulled at her disheveled wrap to cover the armor.

The look of pity on her face vanished in an instant.

Her expression turned icy.

"Hmph! You unromantic blockhead, wasting my tears."

TLN: You mean a fu**ing gigachad?

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