Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 132, Section 131: Refusing to Die
Lu Changyuan had a strange feeling when he saw the coffin.

It was as if the treasure inside the coffin was part of his body.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case; that bowl of scarlet blood originally belonged to him, and it was not dead blood, but usable living blood.

Lu Changyuan understood perfectly well where the bowl of blood came from, and he even knew where the bowl itself came from.

The bowl is his too!
At that time, he had just entered the world of cultivation and went to the Underworld to compete for treasures in order to obtain the opportunity of the Fifth Realm. He used a bowl to put a bowl of his own blood essence and gave it to a spirit.

The spirit bowed to him and then left his house to Lu Changyuan, which gave Lu Changyuan his greatest advantage in staying in the Underworld for more than a hundred years without dying.

Others exchange a bowl of blood for one night, but he exchanged a bowl of blood for a hundred years.

Looking at the increasingly terrifying aura of the Painting Demon, Lu Changyuan said softly, "My luck has always been good."

This bowl of blood was left by Lu Changyuan, who was still exploring the way of killing. It contained Lu Changyuan's intention of killing, and under the old doctor's more than a thousand years of nurturing, it forcibly maintained the characteristics of blood circulation.

In other words, this bowl of blood can actually be attributed to a rare and precious natural treasure.

"The old man is actually a powerful cultivator."

Who would have thought that Lao Deng from Kaiyang could live so long, a man from Kaiyang staying in a small village to work as a doctor?

Lu Changyuan gave a bitter smile, recalling the old doctor's various bizarre behaviors. Now that those behaviors had been explained, he wondered if there was any other story behind the old man finding him back then.

That's it.

This is not the time to think about these things.

Qiu Yuehan sheathed her sword, still thinking about what Lu Changyuan had said about getting married.

Was he referring to his junior sister?

My junior sister said she's already had her wedding ceremony and even wore a red wedding dress. Would a black wedding dress look good? And would a clothing store make one, or would it be expensive?
Lu Changyuan had no idea what Fairy Yue was thinking; he simply began to circulate the "Five Desires and Six Dusts Transformation Mind Technique."

The painting demon seemed to sense danger, and an inexplicable sense of fear enveloped it. Finally, it could no longer restrain itself, and its torrent of ink turned the sky into a sheet of rice paper soaked in water. Soon, a circle of light blue ripples spread out, and from the center point, endless ink radiated in all directions.

A Cymbidium orchid sprouted, its leaves like swords. As its petals unfurled and then drooped, dark blood-red bones bloomed from within. In an instant, it was uprooted and became a flower demon.

A black bird flew in, carrying an orchid leaf in its beak, cutting through the air as if wielding a long sword.

The ink, once a fixed painting, quickly transformed into a river. At first, it was just a static image, but soon the water in the ink river began to flow. The foul-smelling water materialized from within, rushing into a real river. Most terrifyingly, strange fish roamed the river. These fish had mouths full of sharp spines and no flesh on their lower bodies, only stark white bones.

Flowers, birds, and fish all rushed towards Lu Changyuan and Qiu Yuehan.

"This painting is quite beautiful, but it just keeps drawing disgusting things."

Qiu Yuehan stared at Lu Changyuan: "Stop talking nonsense, do you actually have a plan? I'll give you the sword."

Suddenly, the painting demon sprouted tentacles, which pierced the ground fiercely. The ground that was pierced instantly lost all color, turning into a filthy black. The blackness spread rapidly like some kind of festering wound, and countless twisted black ink lines suddenly shot out.

The tentacles were almost in front of the two of them in an instant.

Lu Changyuan laughed and said, "I borrowed your sword last time because I didn't have one. Now I have a sword in hand."

Despite saying that, Lu Changyuan didn't even raise his sword stance, but instead stretched out his hand.

boom.

Lu Changyuan easily caught the terrifying tentacles in his hand.

The power of the sixth realm peak crumbled inch by inch in his hands, finally transforming into a dense force that surged into Lu Changyuan's body.

"You used my blood to regain your sixth realm, and now you want to fight me?"

It's a long road ahead and hard to hold on.

Logically speaking, even if that bowl of blood was his blood, it wouldn't be of much use, since the blood was in the hands of the Painting Demon, and the Painting Demon had already consumed it.

pity.

Lu Changyuan's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and he grinned: "I didn't eat enough last time. I see that you, the Painting Demon, also know the method of turning the illusory into the real. Perhaps it will be helpful to my method of creating something from nothing."

boom!
With one explosion after another, the powerful and massive body of the painting demon was torn to pieces, and a beam of red light could be seen darting around inside its body, flickering like a lit lantern.

The blood from that long journey seemed not to have been digested, but rather was wreaking havoc within its body.

"It won't be this easy if you don't eat it."

That splash of red finally burst open from the Painting Demon's abdomen and leaped into Lu Changyuan's hand, transforming into a blood sword. Under Lu Changyuan's control, it added a layer of blood color to the Broken Heart Sword. It devoured half of the Blood Demon's body and learned some of the Blood Demon's abilities. Under these circumstances, it was truly unwise for the Painting Demon to drink Lu Changyuan's blood.

Lu Changyuan slowly stepped on the massive body of the Painting Demon and approached, easily dismantling all of its defenses. The tentacles exploded before they even reached Lu Changyuan, and the black and white main body lying in the center of the body appeared quite weak under the tentacles that had been generated by it.

He picked up the dying painting demon with his hands.

"Gaha!"

Qiu Yuehan walked to Lu Changyuan's side and carefully examined the last Mo Clan member in the world: "It said, you humans are always like this."

Lu Changyuan laughed: "How about this?"

"Gaha!"

Qiu Yuehan frowned, about to translate for Lu Changyuan, but Lu Changyuan shook his head: "Never mind."

Birds in the nearby woods seemed startled, taking flight and shaking the snow off the trees.

The real village where Lu Changyuan lived was deserted, the houses were dilapidated, and a huge handprint appeared on the ground, from which occasional Buddhist chants could be heard.

Contrary to what the painting depicted, the village was not safe and sound; the battle between the Leg-Eating Monk and Blood Smoke Monk indeed destroyed the village.

Qiu Yuehan said calmly, "Aren't you a little too much like the Demonic Path?"

Does it? Probably not.

Lu Changyuan thought to himself.

In no time, the painting demon's path was completely devoured, leaving only an empty shell.

He casually tossed the body to the ground, then summoned the coffin from a nearby spot, carefully placed the bones inside, and finally closed the coffin and buried it back in the ground.

Lu Changyuan cleaned the dust off the tombstone, stood properly in front of the grave, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, beginning to ponder what to do with the bowl of blood.

Under heaven, only Lu Changyuan, the master, is truly qualified to receive this bowl of blood. However, Lu Changyuan does not intend to return the bowl of blood to its original owner. This is because the killing intent in this bowl of blood is too strong and will affect Lu Changyuan's current path. Besides, the killing path is nothing special.

so so.

Lu Changyuan felt that the time he spent cultivating the Path of Slaughter was a rather unpleasant period in his life.

Qiu Yuehan looked at Lu Changyuan's profile and wondered if she should remind him that the old doctor might not be dead yet. After all, a dead person couldn't put a bowl of blood in their own grave, let alone bring a bowl with them.

But the Moon Fairy merely frowned and said, "It's dead?"

"Well, what else? It was already weak, and even its Dao was teetering on the brink of collapse because of the Red Phoenix Ancestor's plunder."

Despite saying that, Lu Changyuan had already eaten his fill.

The fairy in the black dress stared at the painting demon's corpse: "I didn't sense its last thought."

Lu Changyuan was stunned.

The Underworld Lord can extract the last trace of a deceased being's will and transform it into a spirit. In other words, if the will is not detected, the thing is not dead. Moreover, this is not something that has been dead for hundreds of years. There is no reason why the will of a freshly deceased being would not be detected.

and so.

Qiu Yuehan kicked the corpse of the painting demon: "It's not dead yet."

not dead?

Not even dead?

Lu Changyuan laughed in anger once again.

"If it's not dead, where is it hiding?"

The answer appeared before them as soon as the words were spoken.

At the village entrance not far from the cemetery, a large yellow dog was wagging its tail, and behind it was an unfurled ink painting scroll. The dog instantly jumped into the painting.

Qiu Yuehan whispered, "You touched it when you first arrived."

Lu Changyuan gritted his teeth: "You're just going to refuse to die, aren't you!"

Yes.

After they entered the village in the painting, Lu Changyuan patted the big yellow dog at the entrance of the village. But at that time, even the villagers' chickens and ducks were gone from the painting. How could a big yellow dog that was not afraid of getting wet be left behind?

Qiu Yuehan found Lu Changyuan's expression interesting, so she said, "It must have drawn a big yellow dog's body for its spirit. It no longer poses a threat and has no power. Its Dao has indeed been broken and eaten by you."

"I know!"

For no apparent reason, the Moon Fairy smiled, adjusted her skirt, and asked, "Should we still pursue them?"

"Chase! Why don't we chase?" Lu Changyuan's fist hardened: "It has no shame at all, it drew a dog's body as a backup from the very beginning."

"After all, staying alive is the most important thing." Qiu Yuehan hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

The Blood Dragon is about to be born.

~
Tianshan.

Jiang Jiayi suddenly stood up and picked up her wooden sword. "The scent of demons...?"

She saw the overwhelming demonic energy from afar, but this demonic energy was not like the common demonic energy of lust; it was just other demonic energy mixed with the energy of lust.

That would not be a common case of a cultivator falling into demonic possession, but rather the appearance of one of the three thousand great demons.

The demonic thoughts of hatred for humanity buried deep within that chaos and disorder were so intense that Jiang Jiayi couldn't quite distinguish which demon it was.

But none of that matters anymore.

She gripped the wooden sword tightly. This wooden sword had suddenly appeared in her hand after she reached the fifth realm. It was also a manifestation of her true sword path, extremely sharp and an unstoppable shield in the world.

Jiang Jiayi only needed to consider how many sword strikes it would take to kill this demon.

Ok.

Judging from the fact that Yao Guang is not yet there, and the foundation of the sixth realm is also unstable, one sword should be enough.

The momentum began to gather, and the surrounding wind transformed into sharp sword blades. All the swords in the entire Daoist sect emitted clear sword sounds, responding to the power of the innate sword body.

"what?"

Suddenly, Jiang Jiayi put down the wooden sword and sat back down.

The demonic energy dissipated.

She couldn't help but think about it.

Which demon was so unlucky that it was killed as soon as it showed its face?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I can give this painting to you first, but please don't forget our agreement."

Xue Nishang handed the scroll in her hand to Master Zihua.

"It's natural."

Master Zihua took the scroll: "I already know what you mean. When the time comes, just let me see the bone, and I will be able to copy its essence."

"Then I will trouble you to wait on the outer island. Once the dragon bone transformation begins, I will come to invite you over."

Xue Nishang led her people into the inner island.

This sea has many islands belonging to the Blood Demon Palace. The islands outside are collectively called the Outer Islands, and most of the people living on the Outer Islands are nominal disciples and some people from the demonic path.

The true members of the Blood Demon Palace, those who have learned the Blood Demon Palace's cultivation methods, are almost all located on the central island surrounded by the outer islands; this place is called the Inner Island.

Outsiders are not allowed on the inner island, and Xue Ni Chang cannot bring Zi Hua Zhenren in now. She can only ask Zi Hua Zhenren to find a place to stay on the outer island and wait.

Master Zihua didn't care about any of this. He quickly found one of the outer islands by navigating his lone boat.

This is the place with the most demonic cultivators on the outer island. There is also an inn here. This inn is a chain of inns in the entire cultivation world. Because its owner has extremely high cultivation, this inn has become a rare place of tranquility.

Master Zihua took out his paintbrush and painted a portrait of himself before entering the inn.

The matter of the Dragon Bone Transformation is quite secretive. Even most of the elders of the Blood Demon Palace only know its name and not its specifics.

However, Master Zihua naturally knew more because he was invited.

The Blood Demon Lord obtained a huge skull by chance years ago, and has been trying to revive it over the years. However, since Blood Smoke Luo cut off the Blood Demon Palace, this task has been handed over to his other offspring.

Whoever can revive the skull will be able to take over the position of young master.

His method, Master Zihua, was quite suitable for this object. He used a painting to outline the body of the skull, and finally refined the fake into the real, bringing the skull to life.

Master Zihua's Dao of Finishing Touch is undoubtedly quite suitable for this task.

"Dragon bones? Ha, there are no dragons in this world."

Although the skull is called dragon bone, most people don't know what kind of creature this bone belongs to. Even Xue Nishang, who has seen the skull, doesn't know, only saying that it looks like a snake bone magnified several times.

Master Zihua didn't care about dragon bones; he came because of the painting in his hand.

This was much more appealing to him than the dragon bones.

Upon entering the inn, Master Zihua unfurled the scroll, revealing a landscape of exquisite beauty, each stroke displaying the style of a master.

To an ordinary person, it would simply be a fine painting, but for someone like Master Zihua, who is deeply involved in the art of painting, it is a priceless treasure.

In Master Zihua's eyes, the mountains and rivers seemed to come alive.

"Painting the false becomes the true, painting the true becomes the false, painting the counterfeit becomes the righteous, painting the righteous becomes the counterfeit."

Just as Master Zihua was deeply engrossed in appreciating the true meaning of the painting, the scroll suddenly changed.

"Ok?"

The ink marks on the splashed-ink landscape painting gradually reassembled, eventually becoming a dilapidated little mountain village.
Master Zihua frowned.

"Wang!"

Ok?
He thought he heard a dog bark?
No, it was just a dog barking!
A large yellow dog suddenly jumped out of the painting, stomped hard on his face, and then used his face as a springboard to escape.

A touch of ink-red mark appeared on Master Zihua's aged face.

He was stunned for only a few moments, then overjoyed.

"Has this painting come to life? Or is it part of a demon within the painting?"

Make big money!

Without giving it a second thought, Master Zihua hurriedly transformed into a gust of wind and chased after the big yellow dog, leaving the landscape painting behind and ignoring it completely.

That big yellow dog is definitely more valuable than the painting itself.

The big yellow dog waded through the water, while Master Zihua hurriedly chased after it.

He took out his brush, and a wall of ink painting appeared in front of the big yellow dog. But the big yellow dog opened its mouth and easily gnawed a gap in the wall of Master Zihua. Then it ran away into the distance at an even faster speed.

"Don't run! Don't run!"

Master Zihua was not about to let the fat goose he had caught escape. He quickly drew a few gusts of wind for himself and used them to chase after the big yellow dog at high speed, splashing ink-black ripples on the sea.

Hundreds of ink-wash ropes were generated and intertwined in front of the big yellow dog to form a vast net. But the big yellow dog opened its big mouth and ate all the ropes.

"Can't we get too close?"

This big yellow dog has a terrifying restraining effect on his painting; he needs to find another way to catch the dog.

"Try this!"

He had already determined that this thing would be extremely beneficial to his path.

The more the big yellow dog ran, the more excited Master Zihua became.

Boom!

A hundred-foot-tall ink tornado appeared out of thin air, sucking everything in the world into it. The big yellow dog seemed to be affected as well, bound by the suction and unable to move, struggling in the air to avoid being sucked in.

"You're helpless unless your mouth touches you, right? Be a good girl and let me see what kind of treasure you really are."

"Wang Wang!"

Master Zihua laughed heartily and quickly sped up to the big yellow dog.

Just as he reached out to grab the big yellow dog, a figure appeared in front of him and grabbed the dog before he could.

Master Zihua frowned: "Who are you, fellow Daoist? This is my dog. Could you please return it to me? I am willing to pay a high price to repay you."

The matter was urgent, and Master Zihua didn't want to cause any more trouble. He wanted to see if he could use the Path of Money to open the other person's heart.

But the man did not answer Master Zihua; he simply reached out and tightly restrained the big yellow dog.

boom.

The big yellow dog's head was pried open, revealing an empty interior. However, when the man reached inside, a brain made of ink and wash was created, which he then forcibly pulled out.

"An empty shell is truly tasteless."

The man put the ink-washed dog brain into his mouth and chewed it, the ink splattering everywhere. Then, he disgustedly tossed the dog's corpse aside.

The remaining Dao of the Painting Demon had been completely consumed by Lu Changyuan's "Five Desires and Six Dusts Transformation Mind Technique," leaving only an empty body. Naturally, this person could not consume anything.

Master Zihua was furious when he saw this, but when he looked up and saw the other person's face, he was surprised to find that the other person was also looking at him, and not only that, but there was an undisguised desire in those eyes.

She has desires for him? What does she want to do?
Master Zihua guessed the other party's identity in an instant. He knew that the person who caught the big yellow dog was not him. So he was so frightened that he hurriedly took out his paintbrush and drew a door, then turned around and stepped into the door.

The man didn't stop him, perhaps because he hadn't finished chewing his food and was too lazy to care about Master Zihua's escape, or perhaps he was certain that Master Zihua couldn't escape.

"How come there's still a painting demon here? Who ate the painting demon? I'm not alone."

The man turned his head and squinted at the main island: "Blood Rift, Blood Rift, do you think no one knows what you're up to?"

Blood Rift is the name of the Blood Demon Lord.

He muttered to himself, looking in the direction where Master Zihua had fled, revealing a set of sharp, white teeth.

(End of this chapter)