Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 124, page 123. Is it good?

The little fairy in the white dress ate her fill and left contentedly, her eyes shining as she waved goodbye with a smile.

Lu Changyuan breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer having to worry about his clothes being ripped off every night before going to sleep.

The Tianshan Mountains became eerily quiet, with only the occasional sound of snow falling from the bamboo to the ground.

He turned his head and saw Qiu Yuehan going up the mountain.

The fairy was expressionless, her black dress outlining her exquisite figure, with a snow-white fox fur draped over her, not fastened tightly. The stark contrast between black and white was as unforgettable as a black-clad fairy against the snowy landscape.

"It was a gift from the clothing shop owner."

When Qiu Yuehan returned, she went to the shop and bought some clothes. The shop owner seemed to have made a lot of money, and even gave the fairy a valuable fox fur coat as a gift.

To keep customers coming back for more, you need to offer them some perks; that's how you build a loyal customer base.

She walked up to Lu Changyuan and said, "What are you going to do next? Senior Sister Jiayi will be watching the world from the top of Tianshan Mountain day and night. Only you and I are left."

The fairy emphasized the pronunciation of the phrase "Only you and I are left".

Lu Changyuan seemed to selectively ignore the ambiguity in Yue Xianzi's words: "Go back home for a while, and then find a way to find the other half of the Blood Demon."

He only ate half of the Blood Demon; the other half is still in the Blood Demon Palace.

Qiu Yuehan didn't care about the Blood Demon, but frowned and asked, "Which family?"

Which other home is there?
Of course, it refers to the home deep in the mountains before I left.

Qiu Yuehan remembered that it had only been less than a year, but now it seemed like an eternity.

She once told Lu Changyuan that she was his, and now her words have come true. The complicated relationships have become so tangled that Qiu Yuehan can't be bothered with them anymore.

Perhaps from that ancient era until now, Lu Changyuan and her fate have long been intertwined, and the Cihang Temple is merely a continuation of that destiny.

Qiu Yuehan asked softly, "Why go back?"

"Let's pay our respects." Lu Changyuan said with a smile, "I was raised by an old doctor who has been dead for many years. According to custom, we should pay our respects during the New Year."

"Is he considered your adoptive father?"

Lu Changyuan nodded. In his memory, he had never called the old doctor "father." After all, the old doctor was already very old when Lu Changyuan was very young. If he called him "father," the villagers might gossip. Moreover, the old doctor had never asked Lu Changyuan to call him "father," so Lu Changyuan usually called him "old man."

Qiu Yuehan said, "I'll go with you."

Before Lu Changyuan could refuse, Qiu Yuehan took out the bone and explained what had happened down the mountain.

Lu Changyuan took the dragon bone and examined it carefully. The bone was cold to the touch and emitted a dark light.

He had never seen this bone before, and even using the Blood Demon's magic to sense it yielded no results; it must have been dead for a long time.

Do you remember that there are creatures called dragons?

"I can't remember right now."

That's it. Even the Underworld King doesn't remember, so Lu Changyuan is even less likely to know.

"Dragons probably exist."

"Let's keep it for now, we'll deal with the fake antique dealer's identity later. Have you checked the wounds of that monk in blue?"

"It's hard to tell. He died too quickly, pierced through the chest by some kind of weapon in an instant."

As Lu Changyuan lowered his head to ponder the bones, Yue Xianzi had already moved extremely close to him, their cheeks even touching. In Lu Changyuan's eyes, a pair of delicate, fair feet appeared.

The fairy was barefoot on the snow, which made her small feet look even more delicate and cute.

Lu Changyuan stopped thinking: "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold if you don't wear shoes?"

Qiu Yuehan almost kissed Lu Changyuan's ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe: "Is it pretty? I think you quite like your junior sister."

How did you know that?
How many people were watching outside that night, Su Youwan, and you too? Jiang Jiayi, were you watching outside too?
"It's time to teach me swordsmanship."

The voice of the Moon Fairy entered my ears, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

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Xia Lianxue sneezed slightly.

There is a very strange feeling.

But I can't quite put my finger on what it feels like.

Forget it.

After several days of travel, the little fairy returned to Miaoyu Palace alone. Looking at the 99,999 steps, she felt a strange sense of unease.

Compared to the Taoist path, her own Miaoyu Palace seemed too far removed from mortals. The little fairy didn't think too much about it and flashed into the palace.

The damage caused by the Cold Swamp Reversal Array has been repaired by the little fairy reversing time. The disciples of Miaoyu Palace who were supposed to be swept into the Cold Swamp Demon Body were not seriously injured or killed because the little fairy came out in time.

Xia Lianxue walked into the cold, glazed-brick hall.

Master Hanqiu immediately came forward: "Palace Master."

"Well, how's it going?"

"The damage inside the palace is not significant; only a few elders have died at the hands of the three sects."

Miaoyu Palace lost mid-to-high-end combat power, namely those at the fifth and sixth realms. Most of the younger generation remained, and they will gradually recover and eventually catch up.

Xia Lianxue nodded her delicate chin: "Canglan Sect, Blood Demon Palace, Corpse Puppet Sect, I will personally go to them in a few days to demand an explanation."

Han Qiu paused for a moment, then said cautiously, "Palace Master, your health..."

“Some injuries, nothing serious.” Hearing Xia Lianxue say this, Han Qiu became worried. The Palace Master cultivates the Dao of Time, which can prolong the healing process. Even so, there are still injuries left. Then the injuries are not insignificant. She could only say, “I hope the Palace Master can recover her cultivation level as soon as possible, otherwise the foundation of our Palace will be unstable.”

Only if Xia Lianxue remains stable can the position of the Nine Gates and Twelve Palaces of Miaoyu Palace be secure. If Xia Lianxue shows up from time to time during this century to tell them that the Palace Master of Miaoyu Palace is doing well, how could the three sects dare to come?

Xia Lianxue waved her hand: "It's alright, even if I'm injured, they won't dare to come."

Before was before.

This is now.

The former Palace Mistress Miaoyu was all alone, but the current Palace Mistress Miaoyu has the Daoist sect standing behind her.

Seeing this, Master Hanqiu could not say anything.

Xia Lianxue suddenly asked, "The Hongluan Ancestor came out of the painting in the Sutra Repository. Where is that painting?"

At that time, because of the heavenly tribulation, everyone's attention was on the tribulation, and since Ancestor Hongluan had died, naturally no one noticed where the painting was.

But then the little fairy suddenly remembered something.

The three thousand great demons were either killed if they were easy to kill or sealed if they were difficult to kill. The Painting Demon was suppressed by the Ancestor Hongluan; it was "suppressed" rather than "killed".

Where did the Hongluan Ancestor suppress the Painting Demon? Now that the Hongluan Ancestor is dead, what happened to the suppressed Painting Demon?

"painting"

It seems that even Master Hanqiu wasn't quite sure where the painting went. Things were in complete chaos at the time, and one thing after another happened. Who knew where that painting had gone?

Xia Lianxue frowned: "Has it rained as black as ink in the palace?"

Master Hanqiu shook his head: "No."

Where did the painting go?

Xia Lianxue frowned, but quickly relaxed her brows.

If it's gone, it's gone. Who cares? As long as it's not lying in ambush at Miaoyu Palace, it doesn't matter where it explodes.

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Unlike most sects, the Blood Demon Palace is not located deep in the mountains, but on an island overseas.

This place is shrouded in dark clouds all year round, and no light is ever seen. At the very center of the surrounding reefs is the main hall of the Blood Demon Palace.

Xue Ni Chang has returned to the Blood Demon Palace.

The town elder said, "Since we can't find another half of the Blood Demon, our chances of transforming into a dragon bone this time are greatly reduced."

The Blood Demon Lord issued an order that whoever could complete the task of transforming the dragon bone would become the next young master. As a result, all of his more than twenty offspring except for Xue Yanluo went mad, and Xue Nishang was no exception.

Initially, Xue Nishang received a secret message that the Spirit Clan had suppressed half of the Blood Demon. She went to the Spirit Clan precisely to capture that half of the Blood Demon to use to transform the dragon bone. Unfortunately, Lu Changyuan beat her to it, so there was no way to stop her.

A sudden, bloody aura filled the surroundings, which slowly solidified into a person.

The Azure Blood Immortal of the Blood Demon Palace.

This person didn't die; instead, he secretly slipped away during the battle at Miaoyu Palace.

Xue Ni Chang smiled: "Qing Xue Zhenren."

A horrifying crack appeared on Qingxue Zhenren's withered body, indicating that even though he had managed to survive, he had paid a heavy price.

"I give this to you, so that I will not be disappointed."

Master Qingxue said calmly, then tossed the item in his hand to Xue Nishang.

It was a painting—the landscape painting in the Sutra Repository of Miaoyu Palace.

This person actually managed to sneak away while everyone was distracted, and even took the painting with him when he left. Not only that, he was the one who told Xue Ni Chang about the Spirit Clan's demon-suppressing scheme. As the most trusted old minister of the Blood Demon Lord, it's not surprising that Qing Xue Zhenren knew some secrets.

The town elder standing behind Xue Nishang sighed inwardly, never expecting that Qingxue Zhenren would actually support Xue Nishang.

Master Qingxue continued, "The young master's token of Xueyanluo is also in my hands. The Demon Lord asked me to keep it safe. Do you understand what I mean?"

At that time, in the inn at the foot of Miaoyu Palace, Xueyanluo asked Baiwei to hold up the token at the village entrance. Later, Baiwei said that the token suddenly disappeared and that it was taken away by Qingxue Zhenren.

Only then did the incident of Qingxue Zhenren going to the mountain gate of Miaoyu Palace occur.

Xue Ni Chang stopped laughing and nodded very solemnly: "Ni Chang already knows."

With such a powerful person on her side, and given that her cultivation and talent are second only to Xue Yanluo, she is practically certain of securing the position of young master.

Master Qingxue said "good" and then turned into blood mist and left.

The town elder, who was also involved in that battle, asked curiously, "What do you want with this painting?"

Xue Nishang remained silent, simply leading her people to stand outside the island.

It seems like someone is waiting for someone.

Another day and night passed.

A long, ink-wash-style boat came from the sea, on which sat an old man wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, holding a paintbrush.

Xue Ni Chang then explained, "This is the Purple Flower Immortal of the Azure Luo Painting Palace."

The Azure Luo Painting Palace is one of the Nine Gates and Twelve Palaces of the Demonic Sect.

The town elder exclaimed incredulously, "How did you manage to persuade him? That painting?!"

The Qingluo Painting Palace, which uses painting as a means of spiritual enlightenment, was naturally extremely interested in scrolls related to the painting demon.

(End of this chapter)