Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 129, Section 128: Between Truth and Falsehood
"what are these?"

The monk who ate the legs asked blankly.

He seemed not to have figured out what was going on, but the group of ink-wash demons had already attacked.

Xueyanlu sneered and mocked, "You dare to come in without understanding anything?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xueyanluo had already appeared behind the Leg-Eating Monk and kicked him out the door.

"what!"

The monk who ate the legs frantically stretched out his hand and held up his bone umbrella to protect himself from the rain.

But behind him, a long, ink-wash-like snake quickly coiled around his body, then opened its mouth wide. The monk with the legs swung his hand and pulled the snake off, but its teeth had already bitten into his arm.

The monk's pupils suddenly contracted, and his bone umbrella spun rapidly, the runes on its surface lighting up one after another, shattering the ink-black snake that coiled around him into pieces. However, the ink had already seeped into the wound, causing blood to stagnate wherever it passed. He formed claws with his five fingers and unhesitatingly gouged out the ink-stained flesh, fresh blood gushing out and turning into wisps of black smoke upon touching the bone umbrella.

Xueyan Luo stood inside the house and flipped his wrist, and a longbow appeared in his hand. Black and white arrows suddenly appeared and then turned into streaks of light, piercing directly at the leg-eating monk.

The bone umbrella groaned under the barrage of black and white arrows, cracks gradually appearing on its surface. The leg-eating monk roared and threw the bone umbrella into the air, his hands clasped together, and a strange scarlet Buddhist light rose around him.

"How dare you! I've long heard that the young master of the Blood Demon Palace is a genius, and even after retraining, he has reached the peak of the fourth realm in a short time."

The leg-eating monk grinned menacingly: "Unfortunately, not reaching the fifth realm is simply not reaching the fifth realm."

The difference between the fourth and fifth realms lies in the Dao.

Previously, the Leg-Eating Monk was only slightly injured because he was stunned by the ink-wash demons that covered the mountains and fields.

The monk's body suddenly swelled, his skin cracked, revealing the writhing flesh beneath. With each step he took, the earth trembled, and the wind from his palms, carrying a stench, rushed towards us.

Xue Yanluo narrowed his eyes, his fingertips tracing a line across his wrist. A drop of crimson blood appeared in his palm, transforming into a long blade as thin as a cicada's wing. His figure vanished in an instant, and when he reappeared, the long blade was already pressed against the brow of the monk who ate legs.

The Leg-Eating Monk let out a cold shout, and his legs grew thicker again, moving with the speed of thunder and wind. He kicked Blood Smoke Luo away, and the young master of the Blood Demon Palace was kicked hard to the ground.

"Be a good boy and come back with this humble monk."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly noticed that Xueyanluo was laughing.

What are you laughing at?
The Leg-Eating Monk was horrified to discover that he was disappearing little by little. He didn't know when, but because of his fierce battle with Blood Smoke Luo, he had been caught in the rain.

It would be terrible if it got wet in the rain!
Before disappearing, the last thought of the Leg-Eating Monk was not "How cunning is Blood Smoke Luo?" but "Why did I know I couldn't get wet in the rain?"

He came here on the orders of the Blood Demon Lord, but the Blood Demon Lord had never been here before and naturally did not know the environment of this place, so he never told him not to get wet in the rain.

Not only that.

That bone umbrella. Was that bone umbrella really his?
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Why do you think those two started fighting first, instead of killing the demon in the ink painting first?

Lu Changyuan and Qiu Yuehan watched the show from a house not far away, casually killing a few ink-wash demons.

Qiu Yuehan paused for a moment: "They probably all thought they could kill each other quickly."

After killing the opponent, you can kill the Ink Demon.
Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes and asked in confusion, "Why don't these ink demons go inside the house? Could it be that this place is like the Underworld Kingdom?"

The words have not yet fallen.

Lu Changyuan then noticed that the group of ink demons had rushed into the room, seemingly intending to kill Xue Yanluo.

Qiu Yuehan glanced at Lu Changyuan: "You misspoke."

Somewhat embarrassing.

The Moon Fairy asked again, "Should we go and save him?"

Lu Changyuan smiled and said, "Save them? Why wouldn't we save them?"

Qiu Yuehan didn't think too much about it. She slashed out with her sword, sweeping away those ink-wash demons.

As the two stepped into the room, they saw Xue Yanluo lying on the ground, barely alive. The ground was stained with the blood he had vomited, making the once pampered young master of the Blood Demon Palace look extremely disheveled.

Lu Changyuan asked, "Are you alright?"

Xueyanlu coughed up blood. His internal organs were aching in all sorts of ways. In his dizziness, he seemed to see the woman who had died in front of him.

The memories are incredibly vivid, as if they were a revolving lantern.

"No. It's not good."

Lu Changyuan stretched out his hand: "Get up quickly."

Xueyanluo was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this Lu Changyuan was really a good person, so he took Lu Changyuan's hand.

"Ok?"

Once he was connected, he couldn't break free, as if some kind of vortex was pulling at his body.

Xueyan Luo seemed completely bewildered: "What's going on?"

Lu Changyuan smiled gently, which made Qiu Yuehan feel a little uneasy.

"Pretty impressive, pulling out all these tricks just to stall me and her. So, did you manage to retrieve the things from the grave?"

Xueyan Luo asked blankly, "What are you talking about?"

He suddenly sensed his life rapidly slipping away. Xueyanluo tried in terror to pull his hand away, but found he couldn't.

The "Mantra for Transforming the Five Desires and Six Dusts into the Mind" is in operation.

Lu Changyuan said calmly, "You acted quite well. You used Bai Wei to clear your name and the Leg-Eating Monk to tell me that there are monsters in the rain and that they will disappear when you get wet, thus verifying the truth of your words. It's a pity that you are a fake."

Xueyanluo struggled: "I'm fake? What are you talking about?!"

He was horrified to discover that his body was disappearing into nothingness, turning into paper and ink, and life was slowly being drained from his body.

"How can it be!?"

How could he be fake? All his memories are crystal clear.

Xueyanluo suddenly realized that all his memories were blurry, as if they were in water. Upon closer inspection, they were all bubbles that would burst at the slightest touch.

Lu Changyuan continued, "How is it impossible? You haven't forgotten your own gender, so why were you attacked by the Yin-Yang Path? It's just because the Painter Demon can depict you, but he can't depict the Yin-Yang Path. Therefore, you are not Xue Yanluo at all; you are just a painter with the appearance and behavior as your basis."

Qiu Yuehan was stunned for a moment, and said incredulously, "How did you find out? He clearly didn't even know he was a paper doll."

Moon Fairy didn't see any flaws and thought that Lu Changyuan really wanted to save Xueyanluo.

Lu Changyuan said, "From the moment I saw the monster in the rain, I felt something was wrong, but I later realized where that sense of unease lay."

Once people enter this village, they are generally willing to believe the first person they meet, especially since this person told them not to get wet in the rain and gave a perfectly reasonable explanation for their actions—Xue Yanluo wanted to stay and find Bai Wei.

This is a normal person, and also a helper; that's my first impression.

First impressions can easily influence one's judgment, so neither Lu Changyuan nor Qiu Yuehan noticed anything wrong at first.

But later, after Lu Changyuan finished visiting the grave and went home to hug Qiu Yuehan, he suddenly remembered where this sense of unease came from.

Why would Xueyanluo help them?
Lu Changyuan explained in detail: "Bai Wei said that Xue Yanluo was captured, but her intention was to deceive us. However, there were too many flaws and we saw through her. But being seen through was also part of Hua Mo's plan. This was to deepen the impression that Xue Yanluo was not a problem. Bai Wei was full of loopholes and was fake, while Xue Yanluo was flawless. Therefore, Xue Yanluo was real."

If you deliberately create a fake one that people can spot, it will make another fake one that has no flaws seem even more real.

Xueyanluo had completely turned into a paper figure and could no longer utter a single word.

Qiu Yuehan's earlobes turned red; she felt like an idiot.

Lu Changyuan chuckled: "The most amazing thing is that the Painting Demon has created another leg-eating monk. This leg-eating monk, like you, has a motive. He is drawn just like the real one, and he has nothing to do with us. He came to find Xueyanluo, and I haven't verified his authenticity."

Qiu Yuehan asked curiously, "Even a painting demon shouldn't be painting people he's never seen before."

"Yes, that means that a leg-eating monk really did come to the village before, and he really fought with Xueyanluo. This scene was painted by the Painting Demon. When he entered the village, half of the mountain was gone. Maybe it was the trace of their battle."

Lu Changyuan let out a breath: "That's why the fight between Xueyanluo and Shitui Monk that we saw was so realistic. And the fact that Shitui Monk was swallowed by the rain in the end seems to illustrate that even if you have cultivation, you will disappear when you get wet in the rain."

The painting demon guided the two of them step by step to think, with the ultimate goal of letting Lu Changyuan and the other person know two things.

First, one must not get wet in the rain; second, Xueyanluo can be trusted.

Lu Changyuan looked at the disappearing Xueyanluo and said, "I guess the Painting Demon must have arranged for you to be forced into the rain later, and then you will disappear. Combined with the fake Bai Wei before, your logic will be complete."

The paper figure Xueyanluo recalled that not long ago he had thought about seeking Lu Changyuan and saying that he would forcibly enter the rain to save Baiwei. His eyes were confused. It turned out that those were not his thoughts, but rather the paintings of the painting demon.

The paper figure eventually turned to ash.

Inside the room, only the paper figure of Xueyanluo and the candle that had been lit not long ago remained. The candle was still burning slowly, but it offered no warmth. Qiu Yuehan sheathed her sword and looked at Lu Changyuan's face by the candlelight.

She thought Lu Changyuan was really handsome, and he had a strange quality that attracted young girls.

The fairy said softly, "But since the painting of the demon was so flawless, how did you discover it?"

"The old man's grave."

"grave?"

"Yes, it can't draw the old man's grave."

What does it mean to be unable to draw the old man's grave?

Lu Changyuan sneered, his expression remaining unchanged, and said, "We are in the painting of the Demon Painter!"

In the painting?

How could that be? This place doesn't resemble a painting at all.
Qiu Yuehan couldn't help but think this way.

“We are not actually in the mortal world, but in the painting of the painting demon. Everything in this place was painted by the painting demon, which is why Blood Smoke Luo resisted the monster in the rain for seven days, and the houses around here were not damaged at all.”

Qiu Yuehan then remembered.

If what Xueyanluo said is true, that he fought the monster for seven days and was seriously injured, then there must have been a battle. So why were the houses on the street not damaged at all when she and Lu Changyuan arrived?

The answer is actually quite simple: those things are all paintings, and from the moment they stepped into the village and saw the big yellow dog, they were captivated by the paintings.

Lu Changyuan looked at the sky; the sky in the rain had neither moon nor stars.

“If neither of us realizes we are in the painting, we will be led around in circles until it gets what it wants. But it has a flaw: it can’t paint the grave I built for the old man.”

Qiu Yuehan felt dizzy and confused, unable to understand what she was hearing.

"This is actually a very simple question. If the painting demon has the ability to move that grave, then why is it still here and fighting against us? And if it doesn't have the ability to move that grave, why is there no grave here?"

This problem is hard to detect, but once you do, it's easy to figure out.

The answer is already clear.

The painting demon arrived at the grave, coveting what was inside, but opening the grave would take time, and now was the most crucial moment.

The arrival of Lu Changyuan and Qiu Yuehan terrified it. It was too weak to fight them, so it created a painting in the hope of holding them back until it took the contents of the grave.

Lu Changyuan looked up at the sky: "The so-called disappearance in the rain, or the Blood Smoke Luo, are just to make us believe that we are not in the painting. If we really believe the Blood Smoke Luo, we will probably be led around in circles by the Blood Smoke Luo for several days. In the end, the Blood Smoke Luo will rush into the rain and disappear. You and I will then believe even more that we cannot get wet in the rain."

Once they believe it, the two of them will be unable to move when it rains, and time will inevitably be wasted in the process.

The Moon Fairy pondered for a moment, seemingly having sorted out the relationship: "But couldn't it have imagined that you and I could force our way out?"

"That's the problem. If neither of us realizes that this is a painting, we'll only be thinking about leaving through the village exit."

Go back to where you came from.

This is human thinking.

Lu Changyuan sneered: "But if you and I forcefully shoot at the exit it erased, it will naturally let us out, because it also finds you and me in its way. But if we go out through the exit, you and I will not be able to find its true form."

"So, is it okay to get wet in this rain?"

Moon Fairy hesitated for a moment.

She had only been there for almost one night, and she already couldn't tell what was real and what was fake anymore.

This is so troublesome. Why can't we just tell her who we're going to kill?

Lu Changyuan smiled faintly, walked outside, and reached out to touch the rainwater. Apart from a few black stains on his arm, there was nothing else unusual about it, and it did not disappear into the rainwater like the monk who ate legs.

Have I disappeared?

There is no rule against getting wet in the rain; it's all a huge scam.

As Lu Changyuan finished speaking.

The rain in the sky suddenly stopped.

The painting demon realized it had been seen through, so it simply withdrew the rain. The sky seemed to have become a canvas for painting, with a bit of ink spreading out and then swallowing all the light.

The surrounding houses also began to fade, turning into the ink-wash houses that Lu Changyuan had seen in the landscape painting of the Hongluan Patriarch.

Boom.

Something has descended.

It was a huge, eyeless monster, resembling a pulsating black mountain of flesh, covered in wet, sticky short hair. Countless black, hoof-like legs were attached to the mountain of flesh, and each leg had a huge mouth. Those mouths split open, dripping with unsettling slime, and finally churning out ear-piercing shrieks.

Six Realms.

Is the Demon of Painting finally losing patience and about to overturn the table?
Lu Changyuan said expressionlessly, "You're getting anxious."

The ink-wash demons they had painted before were far too weak for Lu Changyuan and Qiu Yuehan. They weren't even at the fifth level. Qiu Yuehan could clear them out with a single sword strike. Only now did they begin to resemble the Three Thousand Great Demons.

Qiu Yuehan, her black dress billowing, asked, "What kind of monster is this?"

Lu Changyuan thought to himself, "I've never seen this thing before either. If you don't know, how could I possibly know?" So he could only say, "I don't know either."

"Should we go and kill it?"

Lu Changyuan glared at Qiu Yuehan with annoyance: "So you didn't listen to a word I said? What we need to do is find its true form, and find it by breaking its laws."

"Then this one."

"Whether this is its true form or not, its purpose is definitely to hold you and me back."

“But if we don’t kill it, we won’t be able to leave. We’ll be chased by it and won’t be able to do anything.”

Lu Changyuan thought to himself that it made sense, and simply said, "So we need to split up; this thing probably won't be easy to kill."

Qiu Yuehan said, "I'll stay here. You go and do what you need to do."

For Qiu Yuehan, killing someone was much simpler.

"Hmm," Lu Changyuan hesitated for a moment, "how confident are you?"

Qiu Yuehan paused for a moment, then smiled and asked, "Are you asking whether to win or just stall it?"

"Hold on, just wait for me to tear this painting apart."

The Moon Fairy smiled faintly. In the ink painting, she, in her black dress and with her fair skin, seemed to have stepped right out of the painting. She said, "Perfect."

After all, the opponent is at the sixth realm, and crossing that realm is like ascending to heaven. No matter how strong Qiu Yuehan is, she is only at the fifth realm of the Mortal Sword Dao. Unless she takes over the Death Dao now, which would allow her to crush the opponent, it is already quite good that she is able to hold off the opponent with a 100% certainty.

Lu Changyuan nodded; this was also his current assessment of the combat strength of the chief of Miaoyu Palace.

There shouldn't be any major problems, so Lu Changyuan prepared to leave.

But the girl in the black dress's voice stopped him: "You should have one more question to ask."

"What are you talking about?" Lu Changyuan seemed to have thought of something, and said helplessly, "What if we win?"

The fairy calmly replied, "It's also 100%."

so smart?

Lu Changyuan turned to look at the Moon Fairy. The fairy's black dress fluttered in the wind, and an extremely terrifying aura emanated from her.

Qiu Yuehan's sword was extremely light, and the lighter the sword, the more ferocious it was; every strike was aimed at vital points.

A billowing aura of worldly dust emanated from the fairy's graceful figure, and the almost tangible magic even contained some of the netherworld energy symbolizing death.

The sword light poured out from the extremely light longsword as if piercing through the darkness.

A sword coming from the west!
This domineering sword technique that annihilates all living beings is perfect for the Underworld Lord. The dazzling sword light sliced ​​the strange monster in half at the waist, and its huge body fell to the ground, splashing up water droplets that had not yet dried.

A hoarse howl roared out from those hundreds of mouths, and the half of the body that fell to the ground quickly dissipated. Countless ink-colored spots appeared out of thin air at the broken wound of the original body, as if someone was painting, filling in the monster.

Qiu Yuehan brandished her longsword: "If I can't kill you once, I'll kill you a thousand times."

(End of this chapter)