Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 118, Section 117: Speculation Guide
Qiu Yuehan opened her eyes in a daze.

The last memory lingered on the old monster's face; she seemed to have fallen from mid-air and then landed in her junior sister's arms.

Where are we now?
The surrounding pure white seemed to be the primordial land, and her tender white feet turned slightly red from the heat emanating from the bracelet.

Qiu Yuehan gritted her teeth.

I'm dreaming again. Can't things ever get any better?
She didn't realize that she wasn't nervous at all at that moment, because she saw the old monster before she closed her eyes. As long as the old monster came, all the terrifying enemies would turn into paper tigers.

That's the Taoist priest from Chang'an; it's no big deal for him to take a nap for a while.

Even if the sky falls, there's always a long road to hold it up.

So Qiu Yuehan looked carefully at her dream, the pure white surroundings seemingly reflecting her state of mind: "Give me the whole dream at once, don't let it come in fits and starts."

Suddenly, the surroundings came into color, and a huge tree formed beneath Qiu Yuehan, then stood tall and lifted the girl into the high sky.

The moon crowns the maiden, and the stars embroider the emperor's robes for her.

Qiu Yuehan stood atop the tree canopy, looking towards the world of cultivation.

She knew these were the memories of the Underworld King, and she guessed that she herself was the Underworld King, but she was not very willing to accept it.

How did the junior sister accept that she was the mistress of Miaoyu Palace?
Qiu Yuehan asked Xia Lianxue this question, and Xia Lianxue told her, "I was originally the Palace Mistress of Miaoyu Palace. I just lost my memory, but then I remembered it. It was originally me. Senior Sister, do you remember what you ate last night a year ago?"

Qiu Yuehan said, "I didn't eat. If I hadn't met the old man, I think I would have been fasting."

The fairy in the white dress was furious.

But that's roughly the meaning.

If you forget what you ate for dinner a year ago, will the person you were a year ago and the person you are now become different because of this lost memory?

No, it's just one person.

"Ok?"

Qiu Yuehan stared blankly at the scene before her. What did she see?
Nestled among towering trees and bamboo groves lies a vast lake, brimming with life. And there she is, embracing an old monster, taking a romantic bath together!
The perspective suddenly shifts.

Her silky black hair flowed into the lake, like moonlight pouring down. The water moistened her hair, and the cool lake water kissed her skin. A warm human body temperature rose from her back, and Qiu Yuehan naturally shivered and shrank back towards the warmer place.

"ah!"

She became the ruler above, but was instantly pinned down by her own guardian spirit.

Lu Changyuan's hand slowly moved up her slender waistline, caressed the slightly protruding butterfly bone of her spine, and finally stopped at her delicate cheek.

Qiu Yuehan's raven-feather-like eyelashes trembled. Her black dress, which belonged to her on the shore, was reflected in the water, outlining the contours of her rapid breathing. She stretched out her fair arms to wrap around Lu Changyuan's waist and rubbed against Lu Changyuan's chest very intimately.

She heard herself say, "Guardian spirits are supposed to fulfill their masters' requests, do you know that?"

Lu Changyuan replied, "Never heard of it."

After saying that, Lu Changyuan got up and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, the girl said softly, "I've heard about it now."

The feather mark on Lu Changyuan's shoulder suddenly glowed, binding him. He sighed, "There's no such thing. Guardian spirits are meant to ensure their master's safety."

This isn't something for you to use to satisfy strange desires!

Qiu Yuehan smiled slyly. Lu Changyuan was forcibly controlled by her. The wind brought up when she leaned over disturbed their intertwined breaths. A strange ripple suddenly rose in her chest. She felt her heart beating very fast. The girl finally melted her loneliness, like the first snow melting on the tip of her tongue, gently grinding.

The lake water gently swayed her body, and as silver fish darted by, their scales brushed against her collarbone, leaving behind a tiny, ticklish sensation like fireflies.

He's my junior sister's man.

She chuckled softly, "Give the master another massage."

The snow-capped peaks, which had been covered for thousands of years, began to melt gradually. The jade-like trees and branches curved gracefully in the wind. The snow-covered peaks stood facing each other, and the melting snow water flowed quietly down. The world seemed as beautiful as solidified white jade.

Not long ago, I exhaled a breath that turned into ice, just like a winter day.

In the blink of an eye, the crimson petals crumbled and opened, for spring had arrived, and the spring breeze urged the cherry blossoms all over the mountains to bloom instantly.

Time becomes a prison sandy ground, the fine sand as soft as if it were repeatedly soaked by the tide. With each step, you can feel the sand grains flowing out from between your toes and falling back down. When you press your hand on the soft sand, the tide that has settled in the sand trickles out and wets your fingertips.

Qiu Yuehan felt she was about to lose her mind. Her originally cool and elegant face was now flushed with a few intoxicating blushes, and her cherry-red lips were dappled with moisture. She tiptoed, wanting to touch the burning heat. Her pink tongue gently followed her breath, like the sea lapping against the shore, dazzling and mesmerizing.

But Lu Changyuan suddenly reached out and covered her mouth, then picked her up by the waist and said, "You're done washing, get up quickly."

"Why?" she asked blankly. It wasn't the final step yet; she hadn't even tasted the rosy apple.

Then the old monster said, "It's time to go to the tree canopy!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiu Yuehan found herself back in the treetops.

What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing?
A strange anger surged in the heart of the Moon Fairy.

A faint warmth emanated from her fair, white feet. The jade bracelet pulled Qiu Yuehan back to her senses. Yue Xianzi patted her face, which still lingered with a damp heat.

She scolded herself harshly.

Qiu Yuehan, you've truly fallen! How dare you force that old monster! That wasn't me, that was the Underworld Lord, I did nothing wrong!
A phantom appeared before Qiu Yuehan. "The authority of the underworld used for sealing has returned, and the path of death still exists in the underworld. Yuehan, all of that is yours."

The phantom hand reversed, and the jade bracelet changed its appearance, transforming into a small sacred bead.

Feng Xianlong did not leave anything for Qiu Yuehan in Longshan. The one who left something for Qiu Yuehan was Mingjun, who is also Yue Xianzi herself.

Qiu Yuehan remained silent for a long time: "So, I don't have a father, and this sacred pearl is my origin, is that right?"

The character "冥" (ming) revealed a part of Qiu Yuehan's past to her.

The Underworld Queen helped the human race win the great war but was severely injured. Therefore, she fell into a deep sleep by using her own Dao. She placed her Dao in the Underworld Kingdom, and her origin transformed into a bead, which remained in Mount Long.

Until three thousand years ago.

Feng Xianlong's mission is to retrieve the sacred pearl containing the spirit of the Underworld Lord, and then allow Qiu Yuehan to be reborn as a human.

Therefore, Qiu Yuehan had no father; the Underworld Lord merely used his mother's body to transform himself into a human.

As for the sacred pearl that was reduced to an empty shell, it transformed into a jade bracelet, preserving Feng Xianlong's thoughts and always following Qiu Yuehan.

The phantom slowly said, "Accept this sacred pearl, and you can become the monarch of death once more. But even if you don't accept it, your memories will still slowly flow back. Yuehan, don't be afraid, it was you all along."

If Qiu Yuehan wanted, she could put on the crown of the Underworld Lord right now, and the Underworld Kingdom would return to her side; that was her Yao Guang Law.

The Death Star in the sky will shine again for her.

Qiu Yuehan murmured softly, "Does it have to be absorbed now?"

"You can return to your identity as the Underworld King at any time, not necessarily now."

The illusory figure seemed to smile as she tossed the sacred pearl up, which then returned to the fairy's foot, becoming a jade bracelet.

Qiu Yuehan raised her delicate chin: "Then let it be. If I want to someday, I can take control of this power."

She doesn't want to give up her position as the chief of Miaoyu Palace for the time being.

On the World Tree, the Moon Fairy said, "The Underworld Lord is too lonely. I am not so lonely now."

Besides, she really loves the Way of the Mortal World Sword. She doesn't know if the Way of the Mortal World Sword and the Way of Death can be practiced together; she'll ask the old monster later.

The phantom image shattered.

Feng Xianlong's final thought completed its task, and from then on, her image would no longer appear in Qiu Yuehan's bracelet. But strangely, Qiu Yuehan did not feel the loneliness she had before.

She had long thought that this lingering thought would eventually disappear, and she had expected to be very reluctant to let it go, perhaps even to burst into tears. But now she only felt a little regretful.

Qiu Yuehan sensed that she was gradually waking up.

She seemed to hear her own voice asking.

"Do you still want that old monster to remove the Heart-Eating Demon Mark for you?"

Qiu Yuehan replied, "No need. He didn't use any magic runes on me in the first place. I'll remove them myself once I've finished cultivating the Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique."

"What if one day he loses his temper and does something outrageous to you?"

Qiu Yuehan bit her lip: "What can I do? Does taking over his power guarantee that I can defeat him? Jiang Jiayi from the Daoist sect listens to him without question. No matter how strong Ming's power is, it can't be stronger than everyone else coming at me together. And there's my junior sister. She cultivates the Dao of Time! She's like a little wife, always calling me 'Young Master' this and 'Young Master' that."

“You can use the title of Yu to restrain him.”

Although Qiu Yuehan has not yet taken over her former path of death, she has regained her connection with her guardian spirit, namely, her mastery of the Feather title.

With this power, if the old monster forces her to practice swordsmanship in front of him naked, she can control the old monster in return.

snort!
Qiu Yuehan secretly opened her eyes.

Soft.

There was a sound of wind outside, hmm, probably coming from inside the sedan chair, so they must be on their way back to the Daoist sect.

It seems the Blood Demon has already been dealt with by the old monster.

Qiu Yuehan tried to get up, but heard a strange sound.

The old monster's voice came helplessly: "Your senior sister is still here. Let's talk about it when we get back."

"It's alright. Senior sister won't wake up. Even if she does, she'll just pretend she doesn't know. Pretending not to know is the same as not knowing."

"Crooked."

"Well!"

Qiu Yuehan was startled, feeling a gaze upon her, so she tightly closed her eyes.

A sweet, warm sensation spread through the sedan chair.

half an hour.

She secretly opened her eyes a crack.

(End of this chapter)