Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 113, Section 112: The Spirit Emerging from the Underworld (5k)

Mount Long is located in the northwest overseas.

This mountain is located on the sea and is shrouded in mist all day long, as if the surrounding fog is veiling the mountain.

Looking from the shoreline, one can't tell how far Oboroyama is from the shore; it's as if everything is hidden in a hazy mist.

A white sedan chair suddenly appeared in the air and then stopped outside the magic circle.

The outer perimeter of Longshan is protected by a magic array of the Spirit Clan, which ordinary people cannot enter. Even a sixth-realm Kaiyang cultivator would be blocked outside the array.

Of course, the fairy inside the sedan chair was no ordinary person.

Her voice drifted out softly, yet everyone in Longshan heard it clearly.

“The people from Miaoyu Palace have come to the Ling Clan to discuss something.”

The entire Longshan Mountain remained completely still.

Xia Lianxue frowned. When the Nine Gates and Twelve Palaces went to the territories of other races, they usually just barged in. She was already being very polite.

But not a single member of the Spirit Clan responded.

Xia Lianxue stood in the sky, her expression growing increasingly cold.

They waited for a full ten breaths.

The fairy in the white dress raised her delicate hand and said calmly, "Since you won't open the door, we can just go in ourselves."

"Junior sister?"

The fog barrier shattered instantly.

Although the little fairy is only at the sixth realm, she fell from the seventh realm, so she is not an ordinary sixth realm cultivator. The spirit race's magic array is no different from paper to the little fairy.

The formation shattered instantly.

Qiu Yuehan stared dumbfounded at the domineering Xia Lianxue.

"Isn't this a bit..."

"You're being too polite." Xia Lianxue's expression remained unchanged: "Since I came in person, the entire Spirit Clan should be kneeling at the door to welcome me."

The fact that Palace Master Miaoyu personally came to the scene is one thing, but the Spirit Clan not only failed to show gratitude, but also completely ignored it.

The two slowly landed at the foot of Mount Oboro.

At first glance, there are many stilt houses, and the Eldar live on these stilt houses.

At this moment, the great formation shattered, and many blue-haired spirits emerged from the forest behind the stilt house, holding weapons and looking solemnly at Xia Lianxue and Qiu Yuehan.

For no apparent reason, Qiu Yuehan felt that this scene was very familiar, and she felt a strong urge to attack the Spirit Clan.

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding." Someone hurriedly flew down from Mount Long. It was an old man who looked very old. He smiled and said, "It's actually a celestial master from Miaoyu Palace. May I ask which venerable one has graced us with their presence?"

The fairy said calmly, "Miaoyu Palace, Xia Yutang."

The old man was shocked.

The news of the return of the Palace Master of Miaoyu Palace was known to all, and the name of the Little Fairy naturally reappeared on the stage of the cultivation world.

"So it was the Palace Master in person."

The man smiled ingratiatingly: "I am the current clan leader. You can call me Lan Xi. I didn't know the Palace Master had come to our remote and impoverished place."

Xia Lianxue's expression remained unchanged: "Why didn't you respond just now?"

It's not that Xia Lianxue necessarily wants to dwell on this matter.

Rather, if the Spirit Clan dares not respond to the call to Miaoyu Palace today, they will dare not respond to the laws of the Daoist sect tomorrow, and they will dare to rise up in rebellion the day after tomorrow.

how?

Want to rebel?

Xia Lianxue's eyes were dangerous, making Lan Xi tremble with fear.

He hurriedly said, "Please don't be angry, Palace Master. It's just that the timing is different today. There are some important matters within the clan. I didn't hear clearly that it was you who came."

Xia Lianxue pressed on, "What is it? If you don't give me an explanation today, you'll have to come with me to the Daoist sect."

Before he went to the Taoist sect, he was Lan Xi, but after he came back, no one knows what he became.

A few years ago, the patriarch of the Dream Demon Clan entered the Daoist sect and only returned after a year. When he returned, he was insane, shouting "Long live the Daoist Chang'an! Long live the world is at peace!" all day long, which was quite terrifying.

Lan Xi didn't want to become like this.

So he hurriedly said, "Sacrifice, sacrifice to ancestors, once every ten years, is a very important festival in the clan."

Xia Lianxue withdrew her dangerous gaze: "Take me to see."

Since it is a sacrificial ceremony, there must be a place for the ceremony.

If they don't see the place of the sacrifice, then they are lying. And if Xia Lianxue discovers that the Spirit Clan is lying, then today will be interesting.

Lan Xi hurriedly said, "Please come with me."

The little fairy and the moon fairy followed Lan Xi up the mountain.

Sure enough, sacrificial implements had been set up at the summit of Mount Long. A tall jade cauldron, carved with the sun, moon and stars, stood in the center of the platform, surrounded by sacrificial implements, and torches were lit.

The dense runes on the steps extended all the way to the white-dressed fairy's embroidered moon shoes.

Lan Xi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I'm not lying to you, today really is a sacrificial ceremony, it's very important, most of the clansmen are climbing the mountain to perform the ceremony."

Xia Lianxue narrowed her eyes slightly. This was a gesture she had learned from Lu Changyuan, and it looked unsettling.

"That's fine."

Lan Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But Xia Lianxue quickly brought up the subject again: "Did my master come here hundreds of years ago?"

"Your master?" Lan Xi asked, somewhat bewildered.

“The former Palace Master of Miaoyu Palace.” Xia Lianxue took out a scroll of portraits, which depicted Feng Xianlong.

Lan Xi nodded: "Yes, she came. She came and stole our clan's sacred pearl. Then, many years later, she sent a little girl over, telling us to raise her for a few years and then send her to Miaoyu Palace to cultivate Taoism."

Qiu Yuehan looked around at Longshan and felt a sense of familiarity, as if she were a child. Upon hearing this, she suddenly turned around.

She asked, "Who is my father?"

Lan Xi then realized that Qiu Yuehan bore a striking resemblance to the little girl in her memory, and suddenly understood Qiu Yuehan's identity.

"We don't know either. You were brought here by the Palace Master's master. At the time, that person didn't tell us where your father was."

Qiu Yuehan felt a mix of emotions.

Mother is dead, and Father is nowhere to be found.

There are no single-parent families anymore.

Xia Lianxue had a slight urge to pat her senior sister's head, just like Lu Changyuan did, but considering Qiu Yuehan's expression, she gave up and simply said softly, "It's okay, she'll find out eventually."

She turned her head and looked at Lan Xi coldly: "What is the Sacred Pearl?"

Lan Xi paused for a moment and had to explain, "About three thousand years ago, during a sacrificial ceremony of our clan, a sacred pearl suddenly appeared in the jade cauldron. People of our clan could achieve twice the results with half the effort when cultivating next to the sacred pearl. It should be a gift left by our ancestors."

Then it was snatched away by Feng Xianlong.

Xia Lianxue really wanted to rub her forehead and ask what her master was doing. When she was cultivating with Feng Xianlong, she didn't see any sacred pearls.

Lan Xi said without reservation, "By the way, about four hundred years ago, there was a scholar who came to our clan and wanted to steal the Sacred Pearl, but at that time, the Sacred Pearl had already been taken away by the Palace Master's master."

Xia Lianxue was somewhat surprised.

So, by that calculation, Feng Xianlong actually stole the Sacred Pearl much earlier.

Qiu Yuehan recalled scene after scene from her memory.

The Underworld Kingdom of the Underworld King also appeared exactly three thousand years ago.

The Moon Fairy murmured, "Three thousand years? That was also the time when the Underworld first appeared."

clang!
A clear voice sounded.

Suddenly, the phantom image of Feng Xianlong reappeared in the jade bracelet on Qiu Yuehan's foot.

As the phantom took shape, Lan Xi shouted, "It's this one! This is the one who took the Holy Pearl!"

The illusory figure didn't look at Lan Xi, but at Qiu Yuehan beside her, its voice gentle: "Master left something for you."

Qiu Yuehan asked, puzzled, "What is that?"

“I don’t know either, my memory is incomplete, but Yuehan, now I can tell you about the Palace Master’s background.”

The voice of the phantom slowly approached.

Feng Xianlong is a cultivation prodigy who cultivated destiny and calculated the Dao to attain the Yao Guang realm. Such backlash is not something an ordinary person can withstand. The reason Feng Xianlong can withstand it is because she is not a complete person.

In the underworld, Lu Changyuan and Su Youwan heard Mei Zhaozhao's prophecy.

Five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, five hundred years of rain, it will eventually return.

This is 1,500 years ago.

But this parable is actually incomplete, because the real story is that a man and a woman waited for each other for 1,500 years.

Two periods of 1,500 years together make up exactly 3,000 years since the appearance of the Underworld.

The Underworld is a very special place. The spirits of the Underworld devour the flesh and blood of cultivators and can become new life from the rotting flesh and blood. So, are there any life forms that have left the Underworld after being generated?

Yes, there are. There are even two, one male and one female, one yin and one yang.

The woman among them left the Underworld three thousand years ago when it was first opened, took human form, cultivated the Dao along the way, and attained enlightenment two thousand years ago, calling herself Feng Xianlong.

After the illusory figure slowly finished explaining, Qiu Yuehan nodded with difficulty: "Then what about my father?"

“My memory is incomplete, I don’t remember, but Yuehan, your mother must be the master. You look very similar to the master. Perhaps... you don’t have a father?”

Qiu Yuehan took a deep breath.

She suddenly had an idea.

Perhaps it's not that she resembles Feng Xianlong, but rather that Feng Xianlong resembles the Underworld King, because Feng Xianlong is a new life reborn in the Underworld using the Underworld King's flesh and blood. But whose thoughts are Feng Xianlong? Whose thoughts are worthy of the Underworld King using his own flesh and blood to create a life?
Qiu Yuehan couldn't remember.

I don't want to remember.

She was somewhat afraid of those memories. She felt that things were good enough now, with her junior sister by her side and the old monster teaching her magic.

The circle is small, but the relationships are complicated.

She is not only her junior sister's senior sister, but also her junior sister's husband's disciple, and the daughter of her junior sister's master.

Xia Lianxue noticed that her senior sister was trembling, and she softly asked, "Senior sister?"

Qiu Yuehan lowered her head, her long, delicate eyebrows concealing the emotions in her eyes: "It's nothing, I was just wondering what Mother left me here?"

The illusory figure indicated that she didn't know either; she only knew that Feng Xianlong wanted Qiu Yuehan to come back.

So they turned to look at Lanxi.

Lan Xi was startled: "We didn't leave any. That person stole the Holy Pearl, and many years later returned it to a little girl, who is this girl. We returned it to you."

Xia Lianxue's voice was icy: "You really didn't leave anything behind?"

Lan Xi hurriedly said, "No, no, really no."

"Senior sister, can you sense anything?"

Qiu Yuehan looked at Xia Lianxue, whose pretty face was icy cold, and her jet-black hair swayed slightly: "No."

What exactly did Feng Xianlong leave behind in Longshan?

Lan Xi, who had been timid and hesitant, said, "Gentlemen, if you're not in a hurry, you can stay and observe our Spirit Clan's rituals."

The old man with blue hair smiled warmly, and his aged face was so etched with wrinkles that his eyes were hidden behind the smile.

"After all, it only happens once every ten years, so it's quite a rare occasion."

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Lu Changyuan let out a breath.

Three more days passed.

The rain was still falling, and Lu Changyuan had already gotten used to the feeling of being soaked all over. The only dry place on his body was his back, because that place would be directly dried by the heat of the blood in the Underworld Lord's body.

Lu Changyuan stole a moment from his busy schedule to think about whether he should move the Underworld Lord to his chest so that his front half would also be dry. So he decided to hold him.

"call."

He took a deep breath, filled his lungs, and then exhaled, regaining his spirits.

Mental fatigue accumulates over time, commonly known as mental exhaustion. It has now reached a critical point. The fact that he can still move is purely due to his strong willpower.

"There are still two days' journey left."

A towering snow-capped mountain appeared before Lu Changyuan, stretching for thousands of miles.

He was always one to listen to advice, so when he learned that going straight would lead to the Dream Demons, he decisively took a detour and thus avoided encountering them.

In fact, dream demons also existed in the later cultivation world. This kind of race would occasionally enter the dreams of other races, bring them a good dream, and then take a trace of their essence as payment.

Of course, this is also an educated dream demon. In the past, dream demons would take advantage of entering other people's dreams and kill the host directly.

It would be very troublesome if we encountered one, not to mention that the current dream demons are definitely uneducated and lack the beatings from Chang'an Daoist, so they are somewhat out of control.

Time and space are rejecting you.

Lu Changyuan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the writing had disappeared.

"Well"

Mingjun snuggled closer to Lu Changyuan's chest and opened his eyes.

The girl's eyes were unusually confused, then she spoke in a hoarse voice, "You haven't let me go."

Lu Changyuan said irritably, "Why should I let you go?"

The Underworld Lord didn't speak; his face, which looked exactly like Qiu Yuehan's, simply wore a faint smile: "Mm."

Hmm what?

"Can you walk by yourself?"

"Not really, the blood is still acting up, I have no strength at all."

All the girl could do was lean her head against Lu Changyuan's chest and speak weakly.

Lu Changyuan thought so too. The curse of the royal blood of an entire clan was not so easy to overcome: "Then let's rest well. It's time to cross the snow mountain."

Now it's truly raining and snowing.

The rain was still falling, but when we got to the snow-capped mountains, it turned into icicles raining down from the sky, and they hurt quite a bit when they hit us.

Lu Changyuan lowered his head and looked at Mingjun. The girl seemed to say something, but Lu Changyuan was distracted and didn't hear it clearly.

He had no choice but to bring his ear close to the girl's lips.

Then he was kissed on the cheek.

Lu Changyuan realized he had been tricked and chuckled to himself.

“That vampire monster is coming. If you really can’t handle it later, put me down,” the girl said in a matter-of-fact voice. “But remember to avenge me.”

She was cursed by the Blood Demon; the closer the Blood Demon got, the more severe her reaction became.

The blood that had been suppressed with great difficulty began to tremble again, indicating that the Blood Demon was extremely close.

Lu Changyuan shook his head: "You should have said that from the beginning. It's a bit late now. I've brought you here, so I must take you all the way to Longshan."

The Underworld Lord merely smiled and looked at Lu Changyuan.

Did you say from the beginning that you wouldn't bring her to Longshan if the road was long?
The girl's dark hair was already somewhat withered and stained with her blood: "Humans, as always, like to keep their promises."

Lu Changyuan carried her and stepped onto the snow.

"I just like to keep my promises."

"Then you definitely won't leave me?"

Lu Changyuan didn't speak, but he moved extremely fast. The cold wind seemed to turn into a knife, cutting into Lu Changyuan's cheek and revealing a trace of blood.

The Underworld King felt the warmth of the long road.

It's cool and refreshing, very comfortable.

She said out of the blue, "I've heard that humans are a species that goes into heat all year round."

"Who did you listen to?"

The tense atmosphere was largely dispelled by the King of the Underworld's inexplicable words.

“In the places where I used to live, there were creaking and groaning sounds coming from inside those tents every night, but Granny Long wouldn’t let me see them.”

Children shouldn't watch those things.

Lu Changyuan couldn't help but laugh twice; he felt that the wound on his hand was no longer very painful.

"Why are you asking?"

"After all, you are my guardian spirit, so it is my responsibility to find you a mate."

It gives me the feeling that this fight will end and they'll go back to get married.

Lu Changyuan didn't answer, but suddenly turned around.

Beneath the snow-capped mountains, a blood-red curtain had been drawn up, obscuring the sky and the sun. Within it, countless blood worms seemed to wriggle, causing one to instinctively feel nauseous.

It came so quickly.

This blood demon, having devoured the races killed by Lu Changyuan, seems to have become even more terrifying.

"Won't the Heavenly Dao send down a tribulation lightning upon such a monster?"

The Underworld Lord's weak voice was filled with doubt: "What heavenly tribulation? The Heavenly Dao never sends down heavenly tribulations."

What does it mean that Heaven never sends down heavenly tribulations?
wind!
A huge ice spike pierced towards Lu Changyuan, but Lu Changyuan stopped thinking and cleaved the ice spike in two with a backhand.

"I'd rather be human."

The girl's words were lost in the wind, and Lu Changyuan had already drawn his sword.

Countless long-haired snow fairies have sprung up in the pure white snow, just like the ones Lu Changyuan saw in the white-skirted fairy's dream.

These snow demons haven't changed much over thousands of years.

Lu Changyuan thought to himself.

"Hold me tight, we have to charge forward in one go."

The Underworld Lord hummed in agreement, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

She was used to being alone.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment of life and death, loneliness escaped from her and turned into a cold embrace.

Lu Changyuan stretched out his sword-wielding hand, caught a piece of ice, put it in his mouth, and crunched it. The bone-chilling cold stung his tongue, which sobered him up considerably.

"You can sleep a little longer; you'll arrive when you wake up."

The sword light flashed again.

Compared to the scorching sword brought by Yijian Xilai, this sword was filled with the stench of blood. The wind and snow were stained crimson by this sword, and the ice crystals in the sky were shattered in the howling, turning into blood-stained sword energy, which finally pierced through the bodies of the snow demons without any mercy.

The main body of the sword struck the mountain violently.

The entire mountain range trembled violently, and snow that had been dormant for thousands of years collapsed along the sword's trajectory, revealing the dark rock bones deep within the mountain. It was as if the mountain had been cleaved open by this sword, and the snow fell as mottled bloodstains.

Lu Changyuan said, "Compared to your fierce and aggressive demeanor, you look much better kneeling and kowtowing."

The accumulated snow then fell, carrying with it an aura of despair, turning the world into an avalanche.

The girl watched as the mountains and rivers collapsed, the snow demon wailed, and everything fell into death.

For no apparent reason, she felt that this was the most beautiful scene she had ever seen in her short life.

(End of this chapter)