Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 135, Section 134: You've never kissed me first.

Looking around, the place is covered with scorched marks left by erupting lava. No trace of life can be seen on the cracked earth, and even the last bit of green has been swallowed up by thick volcanic ash.

A thick layer of gray dust obscured the sky, turning day into eternal night, with only the dark red glow of lava flowing everywhere, like festering wounds on the earth.

"How sure are you?"

Before the erupting volcano, a huge rift was suddenly torn open in the void, as if the sky had been forcibly ripped apart, and a wine-red figure and a lonely black shadow appeared in mid-air at the same time.

The Underworld Lord floated in the rising steam of the magma, his robes fluttering in the heat, his exquisite face revealing neither joy nor sorrow: "I don't know."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried a sense of absolute certainty and resolve: "But if I don't go, no one else will be able to kill it. The fruits of the war of all races will be completely stolen."

The red fox snorted from its nose, its nine bushy tails swaying restlessly behind it.

"The great war is not completely over yet, and Heaven is plotting against you." The figure of the Underworld Lord was reflected in the fox's glass-like eyes: "If you go, even if you successfully kill it, you will most likely not be able to participate in the following battles. Without your protection, the human race may not be able to win in the future. Heaven originally wanted you and it to suffer mutual destruction."

The Underworld Lord's black hair swayed gently in the scorching wind: "Trust them. The human race has always been a tenacious race. Moreover, with the Jianmu tree, the human race will at least not lose. But if it were still there, everyone would lose, including the Heavenly Dao."

The red fox sighed, for it knew that what the Underworld Lord said was true.

As the monarch who controls death, the Underworld Lord is currently the strongest among all races, and even the Heavenly Dao has to be wary of him.

If anyone could kill it, it would only be the Lord of the Underworld, since only the Lord of the Underworld could give it the concept of death.

The Underworld Lord suddenly curled his lips into a smile, a smile as cold and beautiful as a crescent moon slowly rising in the night sky: "Heaven is indeed scheming against me, but it has also given me a promise, hasn't it?"

The red fox swung its large tail and said irritably, "What promise? That guardian spirit? It's clearly trying to fool you. If you don't get involved, you'll eventually walk the path and exist forever!"

Hades did not refute, but simply turned around and looked at the fox, the only person he could call a friend in all these long years.

"Can you create a successful ending for me?"

Red Fox paused, her eyebrows furrowed tightly, and the annoyance on her face disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

“I can try,” Red Fox said, enunciating each word clearly. “But it is highly likely that even if I shatter my Dao Fruit, I will not be able to construct this kind of reverse cause-effect ending for you, because it is not within any cause and effect, and is as transcendent as the Heavenly Dao.”

“Give it a try,” Hades said softly, his voice almost drowned out by the roar of the volcano. “If it doesn’t work, then forget it.”

The red fox nodded solemnly.

The girl in the black dress said nothing more. She wore simple clothes woven by humans and carried an ancient longsword. In the void behind her, a magnificent and glorious underworld slowly emerged.

This is her kingdom, and at this moment, the entire underworld is rushing towards the erupting volcano along with her.

Just then, heaven and earth seemed to be moved. A ray of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, and golden light split the gray sky, sprinkling onto the parched and cracked earth, guiding the King of the Underworld on his way.

The red fox said unhappily, "The Heavenly Dao is still somewhat useful."

They seemed to have sensed danger.

Within the depths of the volcano, a dragon's roar soared into the sky, carrying a destructive and ferocious aura that echoed throughout the heavens and earth, its violent and incessant sound.

The Underworld Queen's figure was like a black shooting star. Just as she was about to disappear into the volcano's crater, she heard the foolish fox's desperate cry:

"When are you coming back?!"

The Underworld King paused slightly, but did not turn around.

~~~~~~~~~
Sunlight streamed through the room's window, gently illuminating Qiu Yuehan's face and casting a soft glow on her flawless skin.

She opened her eyes.

The scene from the dream is still vivid; the scalding heat of the volcanic lava seems to linger on the surface of my skin, giving me a burning sensation.

Qiu Yuehan sorted out her thoughts. She was puzzled because, according to her memory, the Underworld Lord should have been invincible in ancient times and should not have been in any danger. However, the Underworld Lord was indeed seriously injured, which is why she became Qiu Yuehan.

It seems that this is what the Underworld King mentioned that caused it.

But what is it?
Was it the Demon of Lust? In ancient times, was it the Demon of Lust who severely injured the King of the Underworld?

The memories are still incomplete. Perhaps the memories are not because they need to be recalled slowly, but because some were lost in the battle, which is why they are recovering so slowly.

Qiu Yuehan stopped thinking about these things. Compared to the enemy who had disappeared for countless years, the question of why the Red Fox had Mei Zhaozhao's face was more worthy of her consideration.

This silly fox seems as foolish as ever.

Whatever.

The fairy propped herself up, slightly adjusted her bent hair, and then lay back down, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lu Changyuan, who was still asleep.

Compared to Xia Lianxue, who seemed to transform into her lustful nature upon seeing Lu Changyuan, Qiu Yuehan preferred to simply stay by Lu Changyuan's side and watch him.

Liking and love may wear off over time, but companionship is the best way to eliminate loneliness.

Just being quiet like this is fine. Or we can go a little deeper. Qiu Yuehan propped herself up, her graceful figure curving into a breathtaking arc in the sunlight.

"What are you going to do?" Lu Changyuan opened his eyes.

"My junior sister told me that when you were still a mortal, you told her a story that a kiss could awaken a cursed slumbering person."

what?
Lu Changyuan wondered if he had ever told Xia Yutang such a story back then? But the little fairy in the white dress never kissed the lips when waking people up; she kissed other places instead.

Which story did you hear?
Qiu Yuehan still didn't let go of Lu Changyuan, but looked down at him. Her expression was indifferent, but her body was burning hot, and her voice seemed to have a hook.

"Want a kiss?"

Lu Changyuan said, "No."

"You've never kissed me first." The Moon Fairy's features were exquisite, her expression as cold as frost, but as she lay on the man, this aloofness was not so pronounced.

"Definitely next time."

Qiu Yuehan let out a soft sigh, then took out the black dragon bone from her bosom.

Lu Changyuan then took the opportunity to stand up, letting out a sigh of relief, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"He has a fever."

Qiu Yuehan was certain that nothing was left inside this piece of dragon bone; there was no blood, no thought, it was just a hard stone.

But the stone was now hot.

Moon Fairy suddenly turned her head and looked at Lu Changyuan: "You seem to have a fever too."

Lu Changyuan's cheeks were flushed and he was indeed feeling hot. He just hummed in response and forcibly suppressed his inner energy to calm the throbbing sensation.

"It's alright, it's just that I ate too much before, and I need to break through."

"Enlightenment?"

"Ah."

Qiu Yuehan frowned slightly: "I'll protect you?"

"No need, not now, just very close."

Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes: "I just have a feeling that an opportunity is coming."

A few practitioners may have this feeling before they break through to the next level; it is a vague feeling.

"This dragon bone seems to be of considerable importance. Let's go out; we need to get to the inner island."

Upon opening the door, they found a young girl dressed entirely in black robes crouching with her back to them.

Mei Zhaozhao was hesitating whether to go in and wake the two of them.

She squatted there, looking at the eerie Blood Demon Flower in front of her, stained with a few specks of white. This was a specialty of Blood Demon Island; it had a bloody taste when chewed, and its blooms were incredibly alluring and hallucinogenic.

"Meow."

An elegant black cat gracefully walked to her side, and Mei Zhaozhao's gaze was immediately drawn to it.

She looked at the black cat.

The black cat was also looking at her.

For a moment, the air was somewhat still.

After a long pause, Mei Zhaozhao, hidden in her black robe, asked, "What?"

The black cat stretched out its pink paws and scratched its ears, seemingly feeling somewhat bewildered by the idiot in front of it who was talking to a cat.

"Miss Mei, what are you doing?"

The cat jumped away.

Mei Zhaozhao turned around: "Isn't this all because of the two of you? What time is it? It's so strange for cultivators to sleep!"

Qiu Yuehan said indifferently, "It's none of your business. If you're not happy about it, then keep it to yourself."

"you!"

Mei Zhaozhao felt like she had met her nemesis. This chief of Miaoyu Palace seemed to be able to accurately hit her so hard that she couldn't say a word.

"Sister Mei, Brother Doctor!" Bai Wei helped Xue Yanluo out of the room. Xue Yanluo was still pale; his injuries had not yet healed.

"If all is well, the three of you may prepare to depart."

Mei Zhaozhao nodded excitedly. She was thinking that she would be free after this, and the slight unpleasantness of being blocked by Qiu Yuehan quickly dissipated.

"This humble servant is counting on Young Master Lu for protection."

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Blood Demon Island has completely changed.

The already gloomy sky suddenly cracked open like a dark red eye, and the churning river water around them began to smell of blood.

Xue Nishang looked at the eye in the sky, flicked her whip, and the ship accelerated forward: "The transformation of the dragon bones has begun."

She only brought three people with her: two elders and Master Zihua.

One of the two elders, the town elder, felt a strange unease at that moment. He suppressed the unease and asked, "What is that eye?"

Xue Ni Chang replied calmly, "It should be the Demon Lord releasing the sealed dragon bones, causing a change in the heavens and earth. There's no need to panic."

The town elder couldn't help but ask, "Really dragon bones?"

Xue Nishang's descendants had seen the dragon bone. The enormous skull was terrifying, as if it contained the power of heaven and earth. I wonder what it must have looked like when it was alive.
Seeing that no one answered, the town elder sullenly touched his nose with his iron fingers: "Won't this attract the attention of the Taoist sect? I heard that the Taoist sect leader watches over the human world day and night from the Tianshan Mountains."

"The master of the Daoist sect is not in Tianshan."

The speaker was Master Zihua, who revealed a wicked smile: "A few months ago, the Daoist sect leader rushed into the Outer Heavens alone, and no one knows where she is now."

The town elder breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Without that sect leader, our demonic path can act more recklessly."

Master Zihua seemed to agree: "That's exactly right."

If the Daoist sect leader were still in Tianshan, he wouldn't dare to come out.

The town elder glanced at Master Zihua: "Now the Demonic Path is weak, and the Food Buddha Temple has been directly destroyed. The Demonic Path's ascetic methods have been long gone. Last time, when they besieged Miaoyu Palace, they were tricked by that black-hearted Hanze. This group of righteous people! They are more demonic than the Demonic Path!"

Master Zihua said with a gloomy expression, "The Food Buddha Temple will never be extinct."

"What makes you say that?" the town elder asked curiously.

The origins of Shifo Temple are not a secret in the cultivation world.

Legend has it that 500 years ago, shortly after the turmoil began, the first group of monks at Shifosi Temple found the corpse of a Buddha. The monks divided and ate the corpse, and that's how Shifosi Temple came to be.

"Because as soon as one person dies in a Buddhist temple, a new monk will take their place."

The monks at Shifosi Temple are fixed because the Buddha's name is fixed. Whatever part of the Buddha or deity one eats becomes that Buddha's name. And the Buddha's name is inherited; the first one dies before the second one inherits it.

The town elder smiled, taking it as Master Zihua joking.

Master Zihua continued, “The people of Shifo Temple ate the corpse of the Buddha and drank the remaining blood of the Buddha and immortal, and thus inherited the will of the Buddha and immortal.”

What is this guy saying? It's all so nonsensical.

The town elder thought this way, but suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Master Zihua as if he were looking at a ghost.

If willpower is inherited through the flesh and blood of a corpse, wouldn't anyone who eats a monk bearing the Buddha's name immediately become a new consuming Buddha?
How did Master Zihua know the state of the Buddha and Immortal back then?

The boat has reached the shore.

Xue Ni Chang paid no attention to the conversation on the ship, and simply ordered: "Land on the island. The selection of the young master began the moment that eye in the sky appeared."

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The wispy snowflakes drifted down gently.

On the long, majestic steps of the snow-capped mountain, a figure in pale blue appeared. Her long, snow-white hair fell naturally, more dazzling than the snow itself, as if the pure and detached girl had become a reflection of the snow-capped mountain.

Su Youwan looked up and took a swipe of snow; the icy temperature tingled on her fingertips.

So cold.

That's what she thought.

The Cihang Palace is located deep in the snow-capped mountains, where heavy snow falls year-round, even outside of winter.

From where Su Youwan was, the surrounding rugged mountains were filled with a snow-white landscape, and beneath that snow-white landscape lay countless giant stone sculptures of Buddhas.

These landscapes were not built by the people of Cihang Palace; judging from their age, they are approximately five thousand years old.

There must have been a huge sect here before, but it eventually disappeared into the past. It is no longer recorded in any ancient texts. It was not until the previous Cihang Palace Master established Cihang Palace here that these Buddha statues were rediscovered.

Since Cihang Palace does not worship Buddha, these Buddha statues are left unattended, but they are not destroyed either, so they can only be buried in the snow.

Su Youwan shook her head and continued climbing the stone steps.

Every few feet at both ends of the stone steps stands a small white jade statue of Cihang, draped in snow gauze, looking quite compassionate. At the end of the stone steps is a cloud palace that seems to stand in the sky, but upon closer inspection, it is actually on the mountaintop.

Su Youwan walked to the palace gate. Strangely, this cloud palace had no gate. The walls of the cloud palace were covered with countless murals depicting the Bodhisattva of Compassion, as well as countless images of Guanyin holding her child.

A melodious breeze blows by, as if someone is playing a sheng or xiao, its sound ancient and melodious.

Su Youwan took out a bamboo flute from her bosom. It was the very flute that Lu Changyuan had played outside the gate that day. The girl brought the flute to her lips and played it softly.

When she opened her eyes again, she was already inside the celestial palace.

Cihang Palace does not use magic to maintain a spring-like climate year-round. Instead, it freely accepts the environment of the Tianshan Mountains. Therefore, the palace is not warm, and the only plants grown there are the ice crystal snow trees, a specialty of the snow mountains.

The girl stepped over the ancient trees and glittering trees and arrived at the main hall.

A woman with a shaved head, dressed in a Taoist robe, lowered her head and said, "My junior master has returned to the palace."

Su Youwan nodded: "You're too kind, Youwan."

"Don't dare."

"I want to go to the Cold Cave."

"At this time?" the woman asked.

"But is there any inconvenience?"

"That person and the Palace Master are meeting with a distinguished guest."

That person naturally refers to Su Youwan's master, while the Palace Master refers to the current Palace Master of Cihang Palace.

A faint, ethereal voice drifted out: "Youwan, come up now that you've arrived."

Su Youwan arrived in front of a huge cave entrance in an instant.

This was enormous, emanating a chilling aura.
The biting cold wind was enough to turn many weak cultivators into ice sculptures, while on the opposite side of the cave stood a colossal Thousand-Hand Guanyin statue built against the mountain, its size unknown and perhaps hundreds of feet tall.

Guanyin lowered her brows, as if observing the suffering of the world.

Two people stood beneath the Thousand-Hand Guanyin statue, both exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

A woman with a smile on her face and an aura of peace and tranquility emanated from her, like a virtuous nun; this was the Palace Mistress of Cihang Palace.

The other person, Su Youwan, had never seen before and could not see her face clearly.

The stranger addressed the cave entrance, saying, "Is the matter of my master, the Taoist Chang'an, truly none of your business?"

A faint voice drifted from inside the cave: "The Taoist of Chang'an is dead."

"In that case, I won't bother you any longer."

The man glanced at Su Youwan, then his figure vanished like ripples in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

The girl then stepped forward and respectfully said, "Master, Palace Master."

The Palace Master of Cihang Palace nodded: "The Daoist Master's profound Dao is indeed terrifying. I'm afraid she is not even above the so-called Yao Guang? With such ability, she didn't suffer any injury when she recently stormed into the Outer Heaven."

Su Youwan then realized that the person she had just met was the master of the Daoist sect, a direct disciple of the Chang'an Daoist, and currently the number one figure in the world.

Palace Master Cihang looked at the cave entrance: "If you were to take action, what are your chances of defeating her?"

This is an admission that one cannot defeat the master of the Daoist sect and wants to ask for his opinion.

Instead of answering directly, the person asked, "Have you delivered the dragon bones?"

Palace Master Cihang gave a wry smile, knowing that there was no answer to her question. She could only answer the other person's question: "It was sent over without revealing her identity. Why give the dragon bone to that little girl Qiu Yuehan?"

She, the dignified Palace Master of Cihang Palace, a seventh-level Yao Guang, a figure who is guaranteed to be among the top three or even second in the world, how did she end up as a gofer?

Su Youwan was slightly surprised.

The Palace Master of Cihang Palace had actually descended upon the White Domain when no one knew about it.

The Palace Master of Cihang Palace raised her head and looked up at the sky, as if she could see something through the clouds: "Something has changed on Blood Demon Island. This overwhelming blood energy has spread for thousands of miles."

A faint voice came from inside the cave: "It's just dogs fighting, let them make a scene. Youwan, come in."

(End of this chapter)