Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 131, Section 130: Lu Changyuan Gets Married
"Ok?"

Lu Changyuan sheathed his sword and looked at the newly spawned monster in front of him with great interest.

"The Dream Clan? No, are they even more ancient?"

Just as the Spirit Clan of today cannot compare to the Spirit Clan of ancient times, the Dream Clan before Lu Changyuan is far beyond what the Dream Clan of the current cultivation world can compare to.

The Dream Clan in the cultivation world are now developing towards taking human form, but the one in front of Lu Changyuan is clearly not. It is an illusory shadow, without substance, like a cloud that can be dispersed with a wave of the hand.

At this point, the Dream Clan should be called Nightmares, as they are nightmares that bring death to those who enter dreams.

The Nightmare Demon suddenly transformed into a huge, distorted ghost face, opening its empty maw and lunging towards Lu Changyuan, its sharp howl directly assaulting his soul.

Lu Changyuan felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and countless negative emotions—shock, fear, and despair—rushed in like a tidal wave, trying to overwhelm his reason.

Before my eyes, illusions abounded, as if I had fallen into a purgatory of the mortal world, from which I could never wake up.

While Lu Changyuan stood frozen in place, the Nightmare Demon was already in front of his face, its large mouth descending from top to bottom.

Crash!

It saw Lu Changyuan laughing.

"If the Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique were still available, you wouldn't even have had a chance to kill me. Now it's much more troublesome."

Lu Changyuan flicked the tip of his sword upwards, splitting the entire Nightmare Ghost in two, turning it into drops of ink.

The Supreme Being is not trapped by nightmares. Although Lu Changyuan has lost his cultivation technique, he still has the Severing Thoughts weapon in his hand. Just now, he used the Severing Thoughts weapon to briefly sever the negative emotions brought by the Nightmare Ghost, and then killed the Nightmare Ghost.

"Not as good as the demon of desire."

The road ahead is long and arduous.

That lustful demon can relentlessly erode Lu Changyuan even when he is shattered of all thoughts.

Shaking off his thoughts, Lu Changyuan stood still, looking at the empty mountains.

Suspended with no thoughts, facing the sky.

Subsequently.

"Edict!"

Pure Yang!

The sky was as if a giant curtain had been forcibly ripped open, creating a rift that stretched from east to west. And beyond the rift lay not the familiar starry sky, but endless, deep blackness.

Lu Changyuan laughed in anger.

"Being so cautious."

That damned painting demon has created a painting within a painting; this place is another small painting inside the painting, and Lu Changyuan has only broken through the first layer.

"Guuuu!"

A sharp, chilling scream emanated from the crack, and a dark shadow pounced in front of Lu Changyuan in an instant.

Lu Changyuan barely managed to blast the monster away with his broken will, feeling a numbness in his hand before he could see the monster's appearance clearly.

The monster's body was tightly covered by a deep purple, almost black, exoskeleton. Every inch of its skin gleamed with a cold, hard, glazed sheen. Its head had no facial features whatsoever, only a gaping maw that stretched vertically open, revealing two rows of pale, sharp teeth that looked like ghastly white bones. Above its head were strange, curled, and twisted tendrils.

"How disgusting, a monster transformed from a lust demon?"

Lu Changyuan frowned. He had seen the monster before; some cultivators would turn into this when they became possessed by demons.

Why is there also talk of lust in this painting of demons?

"Guuuu!"

The monster's enormous, deep purple bat-like wings slowly opened and closed, the sharp curves of the edges of the wings as terrifying as knives. A sudden whooshing sound rang out, and it was back in front of Lu Changyuan in almost an instant.

Lu Changyuan reacted extremely quickly, his blade brushing against the monster's wing blade, and sparks of metal friction ignited on his Duan Nian.

"Quite fast."

Miaoyu's Thirteen Swords - The Wind Rises Beyond the Clouds.

This is the ninth of the Thirteen Swords of Miaoyu Palace. Lu Changyuan thought it was good, so he learned it.

This sword technique emphasizes the speed and unpredictability of its movements, which are as dense as the wind.

A series of clanging sounds rang out as the monster was struck by countless swords in an instant. Even its extremely tough leather armor was torn apart, revealing its dark flesh and inky blood.

"Guuuu!"

The fleshy folds around the monster's mouth writhed and twisted wildly, and the inhuman voice that overflowed from its opening and closing was full of madness, making the listener feel irritable.

"You're not as good as the Stone Clan. I could spend half a day hacking at their defenses and still not be able to break through. Are you even alive?"

In this world within the painting, everything should be monsters created by the painting demon, but the one in front of me, instead of turning into ink, is actually bleeding and injured.

"Guuuu!"

This thing might be a living painting made by the Painting Demon since ancient times, preserving ancient creatures to the present day. Although it is not as hard as the Stone Clan, it is still excessively tough.

It's not that they can't be killed.

It takes time to kill it, and what the Demon Painter needs most right now is time.

The monster let out a grotesque laugh, seemingly mocking Lu Changyuan, but its smile quickly froze on its face: "Goohoo?!"

A piercing scream kept emanating from its throat, assaulting Lu Changyuan's eardrums.

The "Five Desires and Six Dusts Transformation Technique" mixed together chaotic thoughts and drew them into the monster's body through the wound. Unlike the single-minded Stone Clan, attacking this chaotic monster with the Five Desires and Six Dusts was perfectly suited for it. Lu Changyuan didn't even need to exert too much effort before the monster's mind began to collapse. Bang!
The monster's row of bone-like teeth kept falling down. It fell to the ground, twitching slowly. Lu Changyuan slowly walked up to it and pierced it from top to bottom, through the red veins protruding from its neck. With a tearing sound, flesh was ripped apart, and dark blood gushed out continuously. The monster quickly lost its life.

"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

The sword light shot into the sky as soon as the words were spoken, and this time there were no surprises.

The painting, constructed by the painting demon, gradually began to disappear. The entire sky was torn apart, revealing the pitch-black night. The surrounding scenery began to fill in, and the grave appeared before Lu Changyuan's eyes.

The tomb of Dr. Lu Ping.

The tombstone erected by Lu Changyuan himself had fallen to the ground, crooked and dilapidated, and the grave had been completely dug up, its interior now empty.

Lu Changyuan squinted and looked up at the sky.

There was a round creature with no eyes, black on the left and white on the right. Beside it was a lacquered coffin, which was now mostly open. As soon as the painting demon saw Lu Changyuan come out, he immediately entered the coffin.

A fairy in a black dress rushed over, frowning: "What happened?"

Lu Changyuan shook his head, sensing something extremely strange. He turned around and asked, "How are you?"

Actually, judging from the fact that Fairy Moon's skirt was perfectly intact and she didn't have a single scratch on her body, it was clear that the huge monster had been beaten down.

Qiu Yuehan was a little confused by this seemingly unrelated expression of concern, and then said, "It's alright, I've killed it more than ten times."

You killed it more than ten times in just a short time?
The Moon Fairy looked at the painting demon and prepared to draw her sword: "How is it?"

“It must have exhausted all its strength to stop us, and we can kill it easily now,” Lu Changyuan affirmed. “It has placed all its hopes on what’s inside that coffin.”

Qiu Yuehan blinked, thinking, "Then why not just snatch it? The old man's corpse? A corpse that it would covet so much?"

"It may not be a corpse."

"What else could it be?"

"I don't know either." Lu Changyuan stared intently at the coffin.

He still remembers that it was an afternoon when he went to wake the old man up from his nap as usual. He found the old man lying on the bed with a rosy complexion and lying quietly, as if he had just fallen asleep. At first, Lu Changyuan just thought that the old man was old and liked to sleep.

When he returned half an hour later, he found that the old man had stopped breathing. After a long silence, he took out the burial clothes that the old man had prepared for him from the old man's cabinet and carefully changed the old man into them.

At that time, he had not regained his memory, and his temperament was like that of a teenager. Therefore, Lu Changyuan remembered that he was very sad, so sad that he still does not want to recall that day.

But he endured his grief until the old man was buried.

"Gaha!"

The painting demon in the sky laughed wildly.

Lu Changyuan didn't understand what he was saying, so he looked at Qiu Yuehan.

Moon Fairy's expression was solemn: "It says we're late."

"Too late? I don't think so."

Qiu Yuehan thought Lu Changyuan was about to make a move, but then she found that Lu Changyuan was standing still with his sword on his back, and even said some harsh words: "Whether the old man is dead or not, you are going to die today."

The painting demon said no more, threw the coffin aside, and its tentacle-like hand picked up a bowl.

Lu Changyuan moved, but instead of attacking the painting demon, he caught the coffin.

There was also a skeleton in the coffin, which had rotted away and the flesh was no longer visible.

"Old man," Lu Changyuan exhaled and carefully placed the coffin on the ground, "I thought you weren't dead."

Qiu Yuehan couldn't see his expression clearly, but she felt that Lu Changyuan looked somewhat pitiful, and an indescribable sadness almost swept over the surroundings.

She couldn't help but think about it.

If it were Feng Xianlong lying there, she would probably have the same expression when she saw Feng Xianlong's remains after just rekindling her hope that Feng Xianlong was alive.

Lu Changyuan closed the coffin and patted it: "Fine. Just consider it as you not having the good fortune to see me get married."

Get a wife?
Qiu Yuehan abruptly broke her train of thought and looked nervously at Lu Changyuan, only to find that Lu Changyuan had already looked up at the sky again.

"Gah! Gah ha ha!"

Lu Changyuan's voice was very soft: "Translate it."

Qiu Yuehan had no choice but to say, "It said it's going to eat us later."

"It can't reach it."

The painting demon shattered the bowl in one gulp, and the scarlet liquid inside spilled into its enormous mouth.

This bowl is filled with blood!

After swallowing the bowl of blood, the Painting Demon's aura suddenly surged. His aura, which was about to fall to the fifth realm, immediately stabilized at the sixth realm. He then easily reached the peak of the sixth realm and almost broke through the Yao Guang.

The wind and momentum of heaven and earth all stopped, as if in fear.

Qiu Yuehan's pupils contracted to pinpoints. She was about to take over the Path of Death, but she saw Lu Changyuan shake his head.

Why aren't you doing anything? That's not like you. You wouldn't waste so much time talking. You should have attacked the painting demon as soon as that bowl of food was eaten!

The Moon Fairy's question was quickly answered.

She heard Lu Changyuan say in an extremely sarcastic tone:

"Does my blood taste good?"

(End of this chapter)