Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 127, Section 126: Enjoying himself with his senior sister.
The two returned to the house at the entrance of the village. It was quiet inside and outside the house, with only the occasional soft rustling of the night wind through the windowpanes.

After fiddling around for a while, it turned out that Lu Changyuan's family had run out of food. The rice container in the kitchen was empty, and they wondered if it had been infested with rats.

The jar of pickled radishes in the corner was now just a little murky brine. As Lu Changyuan rummaged through the cupboard, Qiu Yuehan leaned against the doorframe watching him, her gaze calm as still water.

It was completely dark. The inky blackness of the night enveloped the small village, and the occasional bark of a dog in the distance only amplified the desolation.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting faint shadows.

The fairy's skin was fair and her expression serene. Her black dress clung to her slender waist, outlining her breathtaking curves. Her soft, black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and the crimson flower on her forehead seemed to glow faintly in the darkness, further enhancing her ethereal and otherworldly aura.

Lu Changyuan let out a breath, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the moon, as if he had thought of something.

"Do you still remember the spirits of the underworld?"

The fairy was lost in thought, her slender fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt, and she did not answer.

Qiu Yuehan recalled the first time she came to Lu Changyuan's house. At that time, she was thinking about how to get out of Lu Changyuan's clutches, and that demonic mark was her biggest worry.

At that time, she was terrified that Lu Changyuan had designs on her, so she even breathed softly and dared not expose any skin. But now... he wasn't like this with his junior sister. He's obviously used to all sorts of tricks.

The first lesson for spiritual practitioners is to confront their own desires and be honest with them, so as not to be corrupted by the demons of desire.

Qiu Yuehan would not do anything to deceive herself.

She knew she needed this man to dispel her loneliness, and she was even more aware of her feelings for Lu Changyuan. It wasn't just normal liking; it was something deeper, like threads of fate binding the two of them together.

Just as Lu Changyuan felt that Xia Lianxue had become a part of his life, the guardian spirit was also an inseparable part of the Underworld Lord.

"Those are your spirits, those that have been wandering in the underworld."

Lu Changyuan's voice rose a little, and Qiu Yuehan snapped out of her daze, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "What's wrong? Those spirits?"

Qiu Yuehan could sense the connection to the Underworld. Although the Underworld was closed at the moment, she could make it reappear at any time if she wanted, and the River Styx would flow again.

Wow!
It started raining again outside. The inky raindrops hit the ground, splashing up tiny droplets. The air even carried a strange, ink-like scent, as if someone had spilled an inkstone.

The fairy's voice sounded even clearer amidst the pattering rain, like jade beads falling onto a plate: "Those spirits are manifestations of the path of death, part of the rules."

"What I want to ask is, is it true that a spirit can absorb the flesh and blood of a cultivator and become a completely new life?"

Qiu Yuehan did not answer Lu Changyuan immediately. She simply got up, walked barefoot to the cool ground, went to the door, closed the somewhat dilapidated wooden door, bolted it, and lit the small oil lamp on the table.

Then, bathed in the dim candlelight, she gracefully removed her black skirt. The silky fabric slid down her smooth skin, piling up at her feet to reveal a pale white bodice gently pushed up, its ribbon tied behind her neck, outlining her full curves.

Her snow-white collarbone and delicate white shoulders were faintly visible in the darkness, as pure and noble as plum blossoms in the snow, radiating a lustrous glow in the dim light.

The fairy walked to Lu Changyuan's side. To Lu Changyuan's slight surprise, she pressed herself against him with a blank expression, gently wrapping her arms around his waist, and finally resting her cheek on the man's shoulder.

Just as Lu Changyuan was about to speak, he heard the fairy say in an extremely calm yet undeniable voice, "You dragged me to bed the first time we met, so don't say anything embarrassing to me now."

The fairy continued, "New life does exist, just like reincarnation in folk tales, but in reality, it can be understood as a newborn. It will not have memories of its previous life, and its race depends on the race of the flesh and blood cultivator."

Qiu Yuehan's black hair brushed against Lu Changyuan's cheek, tickling him slightly, and carrying a cool, delicate fragrance.

Lu Changyuan felt a surge of emotion. Her beautiful, moon-like body was so alluring that it always gave him an urge to ravage her and see her lose her aloofness and have reddened eyes.

Moreover, the usually aloof and cold female sword immortal kneeling on the ground, head bowed, cheeks flushed, looking soft and whimpering, is a sight that no one would dislike. That extreme contrast is the most captivating.

Lu Changyuan steadied his breathing, realizing that he had been harmed by the "Five Desires and Six Dusts Transformation Mind Technique," and then asked, "Do you know how many people have left your Netherworld Kingdom?"

"Two people, one man and one woman," Qiu Yuehan replied succinctly.

Lu Changyuan frowned: "Can you contact the person who came out?"

"It's unlikely. I don't know where they are now. They may have already passed away."

"I thought you created the Rebirth Method back then to prove your Dao in Yao Guang." Lu Changyuan's fingers unconsciously curled a strand of her hair. After a while, he realized that this was not the little fairy in the white dress, but the little fairy in the white dress's senior sister.

Qiu Yuehan paused, seemingly unaware of Lu Changyuan's actions: "Indeed, if one can truly turn death into life, then one will be above Yao Guang." The Underworld Lord's method cannot be considered rebirth, but rather the birth of a new life. However, if the newly born life possesses the memories of its previous life, behaves the same as before, and even remembers the laws of its previous life, then that is the true meaning of rebirth. If the Underworld Kingdom possesses this ability, Qiu Yuehan can use it to break through to the level above Yao Guang.

Unfortunately, she was seriously injured before she could succeed.

Qiu Yuehan whispered in Lu Changyuan's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

"It just occurred to me. You were so strong back then, what happened to turn you into the way you are now?"

"I don't remember much either. That part of my memory hasn't returned yet. What I remember now are mostly memories of being with you."

Memories need a medium to be stimulated and revived. Qiu Yuehan stayed by Lu Changyuan's side day and night, so the memories that were restored were naturally those related to Lu Changyuan.

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"I miss you, young master. I wonder what you're doing now."

The little fairy in the white dress sat on the grave, looking at the inscription "Grave of my husband Lu Changyuan" on the tombstone, and murmured to herself, "Could he be enjoying himself with his senior sister in the Tianshan Mountains?"

Xia Lianxue thought Qiu Yuehan was very beautiful, a female sword immortal with flowing robes and a pure, aloof demeanor, even more alluring than her.

So, although she felt a little embarrassed, Xia Lianxue really wanted to see the usually aloof Qiu Yuehan begging for mercy in such a pathetic state. What could she do? Her senior sister had suppressed her for over ten years, so it was normal for her to have some dark thoughts!

The little fairy in the white dress patted her grave, took out her wedding dress, and then left the secluded place with her wedding dress box in her arms.

She turned around and clasped her small hand in front of the secluded place.

The Daoist rhythm of time spread from the secluded place, enveloping the entire Miaoyu Palace. Under the sky, everything seemed to slow down, while the spiritual energy increased several times over.

The fairy modified the speed at which spiritual energy gathers and the flow of time in this place.

She is now at the sixth realm, and such a massive project is somewhat strenuous for her, so she can only rely on the Daoist essence she left behind when she was at the seventh realm to implement the plan.

Hopefully, during these ten years of closure, the palace can finally catch its breath.

Not long ago, Xia Lianxue summoned all her disciples to the main hall and delivered a speech.

Basically, it's about cultivating immortality diligently, improving every day, and then leading you all back to slaughter the entire Canglan Sect, Blood Demon Palace, and Corpse Puppet Sect.

The disciples of the sect were filled with enthusiasm and resolved to work hard so that they could fight their way back when the time came.

Hatred is truly the purest driving force for spiritual practice.

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Tianshan.

The red-clad swordsman was sitting on Leng Moyuan's bed, looking down at the mortal world.

Unlike Leng Moyuan, who preferred to lie on her side, Jiang Jiayi preferred to sit cross-legged properly, with a wooden sword placed on her lap, never leaving her side.

Someone flew quickly up the Tianshan Mountains.

"Vice Sect Master."

Jiang Jiayi gave a soft "hmm".

"The brain-eating evil Buddha of Shifo Temple has been found."

"Where?"

"Not far from the Dream Clan, a few days ago, the heads of seventeen cultivators were pried open and their insides were swallowed."

Jiang Jiayi closed her eyes and said calmly, "I already know."

Several years ago, Jiang Jiayi joined forces with three other sects to attack the Food Buddha Sect, destroying its mountain gate and killing almost all of the evil Buddha disciples. The sect leader, the Brain-Eating Evil Buddha, was seriously injured by several swords from Jiang Jiayi, but ultimately did not survive. In recent years, the Food Buddha Sect has disappeared without a trace, and the sect leader has also vanished without a trace. Unexpectedly, it has made a move now.

"Send a message to the Green Grass Sword Sect, saying that I have invited their sect leader to come over to discuss something."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)