Fox Demon Cultivation Manual [ BL ]

Chapter 17

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Song Ci felt a roaring in his ears as he looked at the statue, spellbound.

In the faraway lands of Xi Liang, there was a gentle and happy-go-lucky Ninth Prince of the Imperial Wen Clan, also known as Wen Chan.

He was Song Ci’s only good friend in the capital, although they have not met for several years.

Perhaps this was just someone else with the same name. 

Song Ci silently withdrew his gaze. It had been so many years since this immortal had ascended into immortality, so what relationship could he even have with the Ninth Prince? 

No one noticed that Song Ci’s temporary distraction; they were all listening with rapt attention as Zhu Yishu spoke about Immortal Wen Chan’s cultivation process in Mo Yao.

“I’ve heard of this Immortal Wen Chan.” Wen Changchu1 quietly tipped his head over. Although he was talking to Song Ci, his eyes were still staring warily at Zhu Yishu.

“This matter took place about two or three hundred years ago. It caused quite a stir when this mortal ascended and became an immortal. The Realm of the Immortals prepared a banquet to welcome him. It was so boisterous the Six Realms all knew about it.” 

Song Ci wondered, “Why?”

“The Realm of Immortal had suffered heavy casualties before. Hundreds and thousands of immortals were either dead or wounded, and the Realm was no longer as flourishing as they once used to be. To revive the Immortal Realm, the Immortal Lord sent someone to the Human Realm to establish an Immortal Cultivation Sect, which we now know as Mo Yao. Since its establishment many years ago, Wen Chan was the first and only one to ascend to Heaven.” Wen Changchu said. “How could they not exalt him?”

“Seems like this Immortal Wen Chan is quite formidable.” Song Ci sighed in admiration. He was evidently more impressive than the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince was infamous for being incompetent in both literary pursuits and martial arts. There was no lack of people calling him a good-for-nothing behind his back. 

“But then I heard that something happened to that immortal in the Immortal Realm. And now, there is no further news of him.” Wen Changchu muttered softly.

Wen Changchu was clearly curious about this matter too. But it was unlikely for Wen Changchu to be able to scout news from the Immortal Realm, so he did not know what happened after. 

After listening to Immortal Wen Chan’s story, everyone all heaved sighs of admiration and swore to work hard in their cultivation. Amid such high-spirited discussion, even Song Ci could not help being swept along by the exuberance of the youths.

They had breakfast right after, and then it was time for their first lesson – learning how to use their thoughts to control objects.

It was through trial and error these four years since he became a demon that Song Ci learned by himself how to summon and retract the scimitar. That was all he knew. However, the scimitar had been snatched away by Rong Bai. He might as well make use of this opportunity to learn something. 

He sat beside Rong Bai, leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Master Rong, if I learn these spells, does it mean that I accept that demon blood in my body?”

Rong Bai saw through his mind and gave a slight nod.

“Then are there any repercussions when I turn back into a human?” Song Ci asked again.

Rong Bai’s eyes curved in a slight smile. “No.” 

But when Wen Changchu heard this, he cut in. “If others hear you, they will probably vomit blood in anger.2 Others hanker after it in vain, and yet you avoid it like the plague.”