Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 26. Zhu Ming
"Junior sister, you are too weak."

Qiu Yuehan seemed to be laughing. As she laughed, the features of her face began to blur, then recombine and finally transformed into the Cold Water Immortal who had raised her from infancy to the age of three.

Xia Lianxue's beautiful eyes widened involuntarily, and she exclaimed in surprise, "A real person...?"

Master Hanshui said, "You are indeed not as good as Yuehan. It was right of me not to take you as my disciple, otherwise I would have lost face."

The sword slashed down, and Xia Lianxue instinctively took a step back.

boom!
Her sword fell to the ground, and her right arm was stabbed and bruised, making it impossible for her to lift the sword again.

She lost again.

Master Han Shui coldly shouted, "Still not admitting defeat!?"

Xia Lianxue pursed her lips, a metallic taste of blood filling her mouth, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't speak; her throat was dry and hoarse with disbelief.

A sense of helplessness washed over her once again, until a man's voice came from afar.

His voice was calm, as if it were a matter of course: "Your mastery of the Thirteen Swords of Miaoyu is inferior to that of Qiu Yuehan."

I know, I know.

I know my swordsmanship is inferior to my senior sister's, please stop! I beg you, please stop!

The voice indeed stopped mentioning the matter and instead said, "But is the only sword technique you know the Thirteen Swords of Miaoyu?"

What a joke.

I entered Miaoyu Palace at a young age, where I learned the Moon Reflection Method, practiced the Thirteen Swords of Miaoyu, and cultivated the way of the sword.

What else can I do?
Will what?
The young man said calmly and seriously, "My sword is superior to the swords of your Miaoyu Palace."

It sounded like the tolling of a morning and evening bell in her ears, but Xia Lianxue couldn't hear anything clearly, so she simply closed her eyes.

She seemed to have gone to a small courtyard.

Hot summer.

There is a Podocarpus macrophyllus tree in the yard. When a hot wind blows, the Podocarpus macrophyllus sways and its leaves fall.

She couldn't hit the leaves no matter what she did, and she was very sad. She had already lost all her powers and become a mortal, and now even the leaves were bullying her.

A handsome but wicked young man smiled and said to her, "I have a sword technique, do you want to learn it?"

A sword.

What sword?

A sword strike as fierce and majestic as Ruoxia's!
So she took the sword the boy offered, and the pitch-black night suddenly became as bright as day.

A thunderclap suddenly rose from the ground, and a gale swept up the fallen leaves.

Everything was annihilated by this one sword.

Zhu Mingli's eyes shone through the window lattice, and a gentle breeze stirred the silk fabric.

Xia Lianxue, dressed in snow-white robes, murmured softly, as if in a dream: "Zhu Ming."

She opened her eyes and watched as Miaoyu Palace began to solidify like an ink painting. Then, as if the ink had faded with time, the image of Han Shui Zhenren, Qiu Yuehan, and Miaoyu Palace gradually receded from her.

She said softly, "Young master?"

With a gentle blink, she awoke from a dream, and found herself still in the courtyard.

She remembers everything in her dream clearly.

Lu Changyuan smiled at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Did you peek at me while I was taking a bath?

How do you still remember this?

You've already overcome your mental barriers, so why are you still fixated on such trivial matters?

Lu Changyuan feigned ignorance and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Xia Lianxue walked step by step to Lu Changyuan's side, her beautiful eyes fixed on him, and asked, "Young Master, what happened to me just now?"

“You are entangled in dark energy, and I have protected your true self, waiting for you to wake up on your own.”

"Young master didn't do anything else?"

"No, did you dream about me?"

“Indeed, I dreamt that I lost to my senior sister, but with your help, I won back.” The fairy smoothed her long dress and said softly, “I used your swordsmanship, which is very impressive.”

Lu Changyuan shrugged: "I told you long ago that my sword is powerful. In a few days, I will take you back to Miaoyu Palace, and you can win again. That will be two wins."

"I have always trusted you, young master."

The fairy smiled, revealing an unexpected allure, like a sky-blue after the rain surrounding a blooming peony—pure, elegant, yet with a captivating tenderness.

“I was an orphan no one wanted. If it weren’t for Zhenren finding me, I would have died. Zhenren raised me for three years.” Lu Changyuan was lost in thought.

Did you raise Xia Lianxue for three years?

In Xia Lianxue's heart, how was Han Shui Zhenren any different from her mother? No wonder she could breed inner demons.

The fairy turned around, stretched out her porcelain-like arm, and slowly plucked a leaf from the Podocarpus macrophyllus: "That's why I'm jealous of my senior sister, because the real person doesn't care about me."

"what about now?"

Xia Lianxue revealed a smile so beautiful it seemed unreal: "I'm jealous now, but I dare to admit it now, I am jealous of Senior Sister. Even Young Master thinks that Senior Sister is more outstanding than me, doesn't he?"

Why does this woman seem to have changed her personality?

"Thanks to your blessing, young master, I have already broken through the tribulation. Once I enter the fourth realm, I can then march straight into the fifth realm."

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

Xia Lianxue's fall from a great height can be considered her tribulation. Now that the tribulation of the heart has passed, the path to enlightenment is unobstructed and lies before her.

Although he has no cultivation now, he is already close to the Dao, and even has a sense of disorientation as if he is not in this world or time.

What path does she intend to take?

Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes, but then thought about it and realized there was no need to know: "That's good, we should go and seize the pill."

Two days left until the Heaven-Mending Pill is released.

Xia Lianxue tilted her head slightly: "It's still raining outside, I'll go get an umbrella."

Soon, the fairy opened an oil-paper umbrella.

Lu Changyuan said, "Why did you only take one?"

"Want to take two?"

"Fine, one is fine too."

Xia Lianxue smiled slightly, as if she had transformed back into the gentle and serene fairy that Lu Changyuan had first met.

The fairy, dressed in a green dress and holding an oil-paper umbrella, was so beautiful that she seemed to have stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting. Lu Changyuan was slightly dazed.

"What are you looking at, young master?"

Lu Changyuan said, "I'll take a few more glances because you're good-looking. Isn't being good-looking all about being seen?"

"Young master is indeed honest."

Honesty is one of the finest virtues a person can possess.

Xia Lianxue wasn't annoyed, but instead signaled to Lu Changyuan that it was time to leave.

Raindrops pattered on the oil-paper umbrella, the soft dripping sound creating a pleasant melody before leaping up and falling to the ground.

Lu Changyuan had a strange sense of danger, but this danger was not related to his life; it was something else entirely.

"Let's take another umbrella."

Xia Lianxue shook her head, and the hairpin in her hair swayed as well: "Actually, there's only one." She had already walked to Lu Changyuan's side: "Squeeze in."

"Then let's squeeze in."

A fairy in a green dress holding an umbrella—this is an honor that most people would never expect.

The two walked to the gate.

Xia Lianxue suddenly spoke up: "White?"

Lu Changyuan had anticipated Xia Lianxue's question, so he smiled and looked at her: "What white?"

Logically, Lu Changyuan should have defended this point.

But the fairy's tone was as light as a bird's feather: "My body, I suddenly remembered, when you removed the demon for me before, did you look at Lianxue's body?"

Not only did I finish watching it.

I even tried it myself.

Very moist.

Fits perfectly.

Lu Changyuan broke out in a cold sweat for no apparent reason: "Saving lives is the priority. In the presence of a doctor, there should be no distinction between men and women."

"Does it look good?"

"From a doctor's perspective."

Xia Lianxue emphasized her words: "Is it pretty?"

"nice."

(End of this chapter)