Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 120, Page 119: Qiu Yuehan Wants to Learn Swordsmanship
As the light snow fell from the sky, covering the entire Tianshan Mountains in a white, hazy blanket, the white sedan chair stopped before the Taoist temple.

Qiu Yuehan stepped out of the sedan chair expressionlessly, then let out a long breath. The rising white mist reflected that although this Moon Fairy's expression was cold, her internal temperature was not low.

She had only recently woken up after pretending to be asleep for a long time.

Lu Changyuan and Xia Lianxue had already cleaned up the mess, but in order to act convincingly, she still asked her junior sister a question: "Junior sister, is there a strange smell?"

Xia Lianxue just looked at her with a smile, without saying a word.

That made her too embarrassed to ask any more questions.

Just thinking about watching the process of pounding rice cakes with her own eyes made Yue Xianzi blush slightly, even though she always used the "Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique" to stabilize her mind.

She cultivates the Path of Mortal Swordsmanship, not the Path of Ruthlessness that Lu Changyuan pursues. She will not become like the Taoist of Chang'an in the future. Moreover, she is now wondering if pounding rice cakes is also a part of the mortal world.

So annoying.

"Senior sister? Why aren't you moving?"

The fairy's voice drifted over softly, her cheeks as rosy as peonies in the snow, bright and beautiful.

Qiu Yuehan selectively ignored her junior sister's charming appearance and looked at Lu Changyuan: "There are some things I want to ask you."

Lu Changyuan looked at Qiu Yuehan with a puzzled expression.

The Moon Fairy asked, "Can a person cultivate two paths at the same time?"

Lu Changyuan thought Qiu Yuehan had regained her memories, but after thinking about it, he felt relieved. If the Underworld Lord really came back, wouldn't he fight with the little fairy? How could he blush and watch the rice cake being pounded without saying a word?

As for those who cultivate both paths, only Lu Changyuan truly has the authority to speak on this matter.

Generally speaking, cultivators can only focus on one thing, and this is especially true as their cultivation level increases. Dividing one's mind into two things leads to certain death, not to mention that the Yao Guang Technique can only be used once.

Lu Changyuan cultivated two paths because he merged them into a single Yao Guang method, which is the "Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique".

It was precisely because this was his Yao Guang technique that even though Lu Changyuan passed on the "Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique" to the Daoist sect leader and Qiu Yuehan, the two of them could not reach the final Supreme Realm.

The title "Supreme One" is reserved for Daoist Chang'an, a cultivator from Yaoguang.

The Underworld King is the same; the Underworld Kingdom is her Yao Guang Law.

Although Qiu Yuehan can now cultivate the Mortal Sword Path, if she ascends to Yao Guang in the future, she will find that she already possesses the Yao Guang Technique.

What should I do?
We can't let the Underworld be destroyed.

Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes: "The suffering of death in the mortal world is inherently related to the path of death. You can integrate into your own country when the time comes."

If the path to death in the underworld were infused with the meaning of the mortal world, what would happen to the spirits?
OK.

A spirit devoid of human vitality, imbued with the vibrant essence of the mortal world, may give rise to a monster in the cultivation realm.

Lu Changyuan looked Qiu Yuehan up and down.

Nothing.

own people.

The Moon Fairy tucked her long, black hair behind her ear and said softly, "Those were indeed not dreams; you remember them too."

?

Didn't you ask about cultivating the Tao? Why did you suddenly turn to asking about the clarity of your memories? Who corrupted the aloof fairy?

Qiu Yuehan smiled slightly and said, "Junior sisters, you should go back first. I'll go to the Mortal Dynasty again to buy some things."

Lu Changyuan was stunned and could only watch as the figure in the black dress left the place step by step and headed towards Tianshan.

"Sir?"

A chilling voice rose from behind Lu Changyuan: "Young Master and Senior Sister, besides the demonic runes, are there other things I don't know?"

Lu Changyuan remained expressionless, calming his mind so that the little fairy could not detect the slightest problem.

"I just need to teach her swordsmanship."

The fairy in the white dress smiled gently: "Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Humph!"

Once Lu Changyuan said those words, Xia Lianxue couldn't say anything more; it was an unspoken understanding between her and Lu Changyuan.

"I won't go in."

There is a Taoist master in Tianshan. Going in might lead to death. Before Lu Changyuan could finish speaking, a red figure appeared in his field of vision.

Jiang Jiayi's voice came from inside: "You can come in, she's not here."

Is the head of the Taoist sect absent?

Lu Changyuan frowned: "What did she go to do?"

“A few days ago, the lust demon reacted and descended halfway down. She rushed into the outer heaven and has not returned since.”

That was precisely the time when Lu Changyuan was battling the Demon of Desire.

Lu Changyuan asked blankly, "Then why didn't she come back?"

Jiang Jiayi gritted her teeth, but when she thought that she could now take over the position of the Dao Fa Sect Master and reclaim everything that belonged to her, she thought that it would be best for the Dao Fa Sect Master to wait a few more days before returning.

“I don’t know either, but now you can go back to Tianshan and take a look.”

Let's go back and take a look.

Apart from the Tianshan Mountains, the mountain peaks were already filled with a festive atmosphere. Red lanterns were hung on the wooden pavilions, and upon closer inspection, disciples were pasting handwritten couplets.

If you don't look closely, the strongest sect in the White Domain doesn't seem to have any of the transcendence of cultivators; the atmosphere of the mortal world is far too strong.

Lu Changyuan was dazzled by this scene.

so good.

Jiang Jiayi said softly, "The New Year is approaching. As you instructed, apart from those who are in seclusion, all other cultivators should rest for a few days and resume their cultivation after New Year's Eve."

Lu Changyuan smiled and said, "That's good. Cultivators are also human, and mortals are also human. Everyone needs to give themselves some breathing room."

When he was still a mortal, Lu Changyuan looked forward to the New Year the most. And as he waited and waited, the New Year came. In the hazy firelight, he could see the taste of the past years and the past.

The snow was heavy again this year, so maybe next year will bring a good harvest. Snow is always a good thing.

Lu Changyuan pulled himself out of his jumbled thoughts. The red-clad swordsman's voice seemed to come from near and far: "Then what about your plain noodles this year?"

Back when Lu Changyuan was suppressing demons in Tianshan, Daofamen, a bowl of clear soup noodles was always a must-have for the New Year's meals.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether the other disciples eat or not; they can eat whatever they like. It's just that he himself wants to eat, as well as his apprentices.

The leader of the Daoist sect never had a good life with the Daoist of Chang'an.

commit a sin.

"Let's keep it the same."

The little fairy in the white dress whispered in Lu Changyuan's ear in an extremely affectionate voice, "Why does the young master like to eat plain noodles in soup? That's how it was served at Granny Noodles' place. Why is it still like this now? Is it to commemorate someone?"

The little fairy in the white dress guessed it all.

Lu Changyuan reached out and pinched Xia Lianxue's cheek. It felt wonderful, like cotton. "Before, we didn't have much money and could only afford plain noodles. We got used to it after a while."

The little fairy gave a regretful "oh," not noticing that Lu Changyuan had not denied the claim that it was a memorial to someone.

Because the road is long, it's not a complete story.

When Lu Changyuan said he was broke, he wasn't referring to when he was a doctor. He was actually talking about when he and the Lord of the Sun and Moon Palace were venturing into the world of cultivation. At that time, their strength wasn't great, they hadn't practiced abstaining from grains, and they were incredibly poor. They just got used to it after a while.

He didn't lie to the little fairy, but he didn't tell her the whole story.

When the three arrived at the foot of the mountain, they saw a scene completely different from what Lu Changyuan remembered: four houses standing there.

There used to be only one room here, which was where the Daoist Master lived when he was a disciple. Later, when the Daoist Master took over, he gave it to Jiang Jiayi to live in, and there has always been only one room here, which is cold and deserted.

But now things seem a bit different. The four rooms are far from deserted; on the contrary, they are quite lively.

Lu Changyuan immediately noticed a strange person putting up Spring Festival couplets.

With silver hair and blindfolds, Su Youwan, the young master of Cihang Palace.

Why is Su Youwan putting up Spring Festival couplets?

Lu Changyuan pointed at her, then looked at Jiang Jiayi.

The red-clad swordsman could only say, "She seemed very curious, since Cihang Palace doesn't celebrate the Spring Festival, so she helped out."

"That's not what I wanted to ask."

Jiang Jiayi turned to look at the person she admired most and asked, "Then what is it you want to ask?"

Lu Changyuan was a little embarrassed: "I want to ask why she didn't use magic to stick it on, but used her hands instead, and why the 'Fu' character was pasted so neatly and steadily."

Su Youwan's ethereal voice came over: "This shows that I am sincere."

When you pray to Cihang, why don't you seem so sincere?

Xia Lianxue looked at Lu Changyuan nervously. She still remembered what Su Youwan had said: Lu Changyuan had devoured her feelings. Who knew what kind of incredible impulse the young master might have when he saw Su Youwan again?

What if the young master were to lose his beastly nature and rush forward to stain the snow with blood of that little fairy from Cihang Palace?

Xia Lianxue bit her lip. She had made thorough preparations and had been relentlessly exploiting Lu Changyuan for the past few days since her return. However, things didn't go as planned. The young master was more powerful than before, and she lost. This left a hidden danger!
Young master, please don't pounce on him. Huh?
Xia Lianxue looked at Lu Changyuan and found that his expression had not changed at all, and his pulse was steady.

The young master seems unaffected.

Great.

But Xia Lianxue didn't even have time to be happy.

Lu Changyuan spoke up: "Miss Su."

Su Youwan nodded: "It's been a long time, Young Master Lu. How are you doing?"

Seeing Lu Changyuan nod, Su Youwan said softly, "Mei Zhaozhao asked me to tell you, young master, that you must remember her, and that she will come back to find you."

Lu Changyuan stiffly turned his head to look at Xia Lianxue. Sure enough, the little fairy in the white dress was smiling with narrowed eyes, a gentle smile tinged with an indescribable sense of dread.

"Young Master? Who is Mei Zhaozhao?"

We just finished discussing the plain soup noodles, how did things get to this point so quickly?

What's wrong with Su Youwan? How can she just say things like that?
Jiang Jiayi watched this scene with amusement. She thought that the current Chang'an Sect Master was more likable than before. He would even turn his head when he saw her taking off her clothes, whereas before he would not have shown any emotion when he looked at her. It was really quite interesting.

The silver-haired girl seemed oblivious to everything, simply nodding before returning to her room.

No one knew what kind of turmoil was brewing beneath Su Youwan's ever-calm expression.

The girl could hear her own heartbeat.

Boom!
One sound after another, like the beating of drums.

That was emotion. Because Lu Changyuan had consumed her emotions, when Su Youwan looked at Lu Changyuan, it was as if she were looking at her own emotions. That emotion was mixed with the scent of a man, and it smelled wonderful. Su Youwan even had an impulse to devour Lu Changyuan and become one with him again.

Su Youwan understood.

It wasn't that Lu Changyuan wanted to pounce on her, but rather that she wanted to pounce on Lu Changyuan.

My fourth brother said that feeling of feeling someone is different, that heart pounding—is that what liking someone means?
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Qiu Yuehan descended the mountain and, braving the snow, returned to the Mortal Dynasty.

Inside the palace, the buildings around her were adorned with pure white snow, as aloof and cold as she was.

Qiu Yuehan brushed the snow off her body and walked a few steps to the store where she had bought clothes last time.

The shopkeeper was huddled around a brazier to keep warm; the soft glow of the fire made one feel drowsy.

The female boss's eyes lit up: "Oh, isn't this the fairy from last time? What brings you here this time?"

Qiu Yuehan walked into the shop: "Make me two more outfits based on this one."

Another big spender has arrived. The female boss rubbed her hands together, smiling radiantly: "Are you in a hurry? If you are..."

The Moon Fairy tossed over a bulging bag: "I want it now."

"Hey, just come and pick it up later!"

Qiu Yuehan nodded, but seemed to want to say something, yet couldn't bring herself to say it.

The female boss dared not neglect this man, and said, "You can make any requests you have, and I'll give you a 10% discount."

But the Moon Fairy still hesitated.

half an hour.

The female shop owner asked tentatively, "Is the dress a little...long?"

Qiu Yuehan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's a bit of a drag."

But looking down, the female shop owner thought the clothes were just right. She knew perfectly well what these fairies wanted to do; such things were not uncommon.

"In that case, shall I cut it here for you?"

She was referring to her calves.

Qiu Yuehan tilted her head and drew a line, but cut it higher, so that most of her shapely legs were exposed.

The female boss exclaimed in surprise, "If this is how others see it, they will all listen to you."

"That's what I wear when I practice swordsmanship; it's short and breathable."

Yes, it's breathable.

The female boss smiled knowingly: "Since it's for ventilation, why not make a slit on the side and tie it with a rope? That would make it even more breathable."

Seeing that Qiu Yuehan remained silent, the female boss was somewhat frightened and was about to speak when she noticed that the fairy had turned and left.

"I'll come and get it later. Just cut one line. The second one doesn't need to be cut or trimmed."

I understand.

He only needs one set of clothes for practicing martial arts, and the other set is for everyday wear and changing.

The fairy quickly disappeared into the snowstorm.

She didn't know what was wrong with her; her mind was always filled with strange thoughts, especially when she saw Lu Changyuan and Xia Lianxue intertwined. She felt depressed, and the skirt in her dream was even shorter!
that's it!
Qiu Yuehan walked along the bustling street. This mortal dynasty already had a festive atmosphere, with all kinds of fried snacks and nuts being sold on the street.

This is the world.

She couldn't help but think that.

She was not suited to the human race before, and later, when she cultivated Taoism at Miaoyu Palace, she distanced herself from the mortal world. It was only at this age that she began to feel the warmth of the mortal world.

"Ok?"

Qiu Yuehan looked into the distance with a puzzled expression. An argument was taking place not far from the corner.

"We've already offered a very high price, don't be ungrateful." The speaker was a monk in blue robes.

That's a monk.

This mortal dynasty under the Daoist sect has many cultivators, but most of them live quietly, never revealing their strength, nor oppressing mortals. They are honest and law-abiding, and seem to be locals.

What's strange today is that the blue-robed cultivator is almost using a magic spell, seemingly trying to force the shopkeeper in front of him to buy his things.

Oppressing mortals under the guise of Taoist practices? Are you tired of living?
Qiu Yuehan walked over, her pretty face frosty: "What happened?"

She then realized it was an antique shop, filled with jade carvings and porcelain, and the owner was a kind-looking old man with a white beard.

Upon seeing Qiu Yuehan, the antique dealer seemed to have found a savior and hurriedly asked, "Are you an immortal from the Taoist sect?"

Qiu Yuehan said calmly, "I suppose so."

"Imperial beings of the Taoist sect, please help me! They are trying to force me to buy and sell my goods."

The white-bearded old man pointed at the object and said, "I found this a few years ago. It's incredibly hard, so I brought it into the shop as a decoration."

Inside the glass cabinet, there was a small, jet-black stone that emitted a faint, glowing light.

Qiu Yuehan shook her head: "You don't want to sell, right?"

"Yes."

Qiu Yuehan said to the blue-robed cultivator, "He doesn't want to sell. Let's go, or we can fight."

The cultivator in blue shrank back. He was only at the third realm and couldn't even withstand Qiu Yuehan's aura, so he could only slink away.

The antique shop owner finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, fairy."

Qiu Yuehan glanced at the black stone: "Just keep this safe."

The antique dealer nodded, took the bone back, and then hesitated for a moment: "Fairy, if you want it, you can take this thing. I won't take a penny; the Daoist sect has protected it all these years."

"Need not."

Qiu Yuehan waved her hand, her fair wrist even whiter than snow.

The antique dealer hurriedly asked, "Do you know what this is?"

"It's the bone of a very powerful creature. There's no life in this piece of yours anymore. At most, it can be used to make some magical artifacts, but it's not of much use."

Qiu Yuehan turned away without looking back.

"Since that's the case, rather than letting that person covet it, let's give it to the fairy as a way of thanking the immortal sect for their protection over the years."

Qiu Yuehan paused for a moment, sighed, turned around and took out a few pills, handing them to the old man.

She didn't understand why he wouldn't sell to others who wanted to buy, but the old man wanted to give it to her even though she didn't want it.

That's it.

There are many strange things in the world.

Qiu Yuehan didn't value the bone much, nor did she lack weapons, and she didn't sense any spiritual energy from it. She was just thinking about it.

Why does this type of bone appear?
Although he has not yet mastered the Way of Death, Qiu Yuehan can glimpse the appearance of the deceased in life from their remains.

That bone wasn't from an ordinary creature.

It was dragon bones.

Qiu Yuehan could even hear the roar in front of the dragon, which was terrifying.

However, this is within Qiu Yuehan's existing memories.

Dragons have never appeared in the cultivation world, at least not for ten thousand years.

The legend of the dragon has always existed, and there are even legends that say the sun in the sky was once a dragon.

Qiu Yuehan suddenly felt a headache, which was a sign of her memories being torn apart.

Do dragons really exist?
Because the memories of the Underworld Lord were too ancient and vast, they needed to be awakened little by little. At this moment, Qiu Yuehan still couldn't remember whether there were dragons in ancient times.

There's no rush.

Qiu Yuehan rubbed her temples and slowly looked at the Mortal Dynasty. She was growing to love the mortal world more and more.

As it grew darker, she arrived at the shop entrance and picked up the new clothes amidst the shopkeeper's complaints, "Fairy, why are you so late again?"

Two days later, Qiu Yuehan planned to go to Lu Changyuan to learn swordsmanship.

She learned the Four Seasons Sword Technique, the One Sword Comes from the West, and even the Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique.

However, she did not learn the techniques of the Mortal Sword Path.

So I plan to discuss this with Lu Changyuan.

Ok.

Discussing wearing new clothes.

It gets hot during practice, so it's okay to wear less clothing.

With the mark of Yu in her hand, Qiu Yuehan felt that everything was under control.

(End of this chapter)