Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 57. The Crimson Phoenix's Body Tribulation
The rain pattered on the mountain.

Unlike summer rain, autumn rain is generally more subtle but continuous. If you get too wet, you are more likely to catch a cold.

A young girl slowly walked up the mountain from the foot of the mountain.

The rain did not get on her.

The girl softly asked, "Hmm?"

Before her lay a scene of utter devastation, with broken pieces of wood scattered everywhere, and the entire temple reduced to rubble.

This is Cihang Temple, and also the place where Lu Changyuan found Qiu Yuehan.

"Who dared to destroy the temple?"

No one could discern the emotions in the girl's words; she was simply stating a fact in a calm manner.

Strangely enough, the girl could see all of this even though she was blindfolded.

Su Youwan reached out her hand, and the pieces of wood that Xian Qingqiu had smashed separated. She walked into the temple, put the umbrella away in the corner, and carrying the black cloth birdcage, saw the white jade Guanyin statue.

The Buddha statue was not destroyed; instead, it sat intact inside the temple, covered only in dust. At first glance, it still appeared as a Bodhisattva with lowered brows, embodying the detached and indifferent nature of the Supreme Being.

With a wave of her hand, the dust on the Buddha statue dissipated, revealing its true form, which resembled a multi-legged spider. However, compared to the white jade Bodhisattva, the girl seemed to have a greater compassion for all living beings.

she says.

“Master, I did not retrieve the sword. Someone used that sword to perform a sword strike from the west.”

The Buddha statue actually responded.

The white jade Guanyin seemed to come alive, its shimmering white jade glowing.

After a long pause, the girl said, "Yes."

Su Youwan thought that this was probably the outcome. The boy seemed abnormal no matter how she looked at him, and her master was most likely interested in him.

The light from the white jade Guanyin went out.

Actually, she was also very interested in the boy, not because he was handsome or had superb swordsmanship, but because of his scent.

Su Youwan really liked the boy's taste; it was like a delicious mung bean cake, very appetizing.

"Right now, we're probably at Miaoyu Palace."

This is troublesome, how do I get to Miaoyu Palace?
Su Youwan had no choice but to return to the Liuli Dynasty, ask the still-alive Imperial Preceptor for directions, and then headed towards Miaoyu Palace.

When she arrived, it was another rainy day.

Su Youwan actually hates rain. When it rains, she has to use an umbrella, and then she has things in both hands.

But if it's going to rain, or if a fairy is going to get married, there's nothing that can be done about it.

Something caught the girl's attention.

It's rain.

Unlike ordinary rain, and even more unlike the black rain that fell in the Liuli Dynasty, the rain in Miaoyu Palace was more like ink.

Su Youwan could even smell the ink scent in the rainwater.

The girl, carrying a birdcage and holding an oil-paper umbrella, flew into the air.

She suddenly felt a little hungry, so she took off the white blindfold, revealing a pair of extremely beautiful eyes. But what was most striking was that these eyes were incredibly blood-red.

White hair, red eyes—all signs of misfortune were embodied in this young girl.

Su Youwan said softly, "Ink?"

So the girl reached out and caught a drop of ink rain. The black ink stained her slender, jade-like fingers black, making them look extremely filthy.

Boom!

A dazzling sword light flashed in the distance, cleaving through the rainy night for a fleeting moment, but only for a moment.

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Han Ze was not the only one who had fallen into demonic possession.

Under the blood moon, Xian Qingqiu also fell into demonic possession.

After Han Yi cut the chains, Xian Qingqiu felt that something was wrong with her.

It was a feeling of utter bewilderment, as if the world was regressing, and she was regressing as well.

My consciousness felt like it was being swallowed up, and my memories began to blur.

She stumbled through Miaoyu Palace and finally leaned against a tree.

dying?
A strange thought popped into her mind.

As the crimson mist suddenly rose, she realized she was disappearing; black hair sprouted from her beautiful arms, and her long, shapely legs twisted and deformed. "Am I corrupted by succubus?"

Xian Qingqiu looked at herself in disbelief.

How could that be? How could that be?

She killed so many people and gave her all to rebuild her strength to where she is today, how could she be corrupted by lust?!
The scenery before her suddenly transformed into a traditional Chinese ink painting, and a black and white spear appeared in front of her.

"Dominator. My gun?"

Xian Qingqiu remembered.

She wasn't originally a disciple of the Canglan Sect, but rather a disciple of the Tyrant Spear Sect, a small sect in the Black Domain. She was once the most beautiful fairy in the Tyrant Spear Sect.

So the Tyrant Spear Sect gave her to an elder of the Canglan Sect.

Xian Qingqiu refused to comply even at the cost of her life, and the elder subsequently crippled her cultivation.

She was tortured by the elders for three years. Later, the elders lost power and the Canglan Sect was restored to its former glory, and she was able to escape from the dark and hopeless dungeon.

Hatred, endless hatred.

Why should she be tortured like this? All the cultivation she had painstakingly acquired has vanished?
Hatred spreads, and thus lust arises.

She realized that spiritual practice was a form of cannibalism.

Xian Qingqiu began to degenerate, rising from a menial servant to a true disciple. Step by step, she seduced the disciples of the Canglan Sect, consuming human blood and persecuting her fellow disciples in exchange for spiritual medicines and cultivation techniques. Finally, she managed to regain her cultivation at the fourth realm.

This time, if she can swallow up Miaoyu Palace, she can be promoted to a true disciple of Canglan Sect.

How could she be corrupted by lust here?!

Xian Qingqiu thought of Xia Lianxue.

In her eyes, Xia Lianxue was just as despicable as her, seducing men in order to get her to pass the exams.

But why is Xia Lianxue so lucky to meet a handsome and gentle man who helps her escape her misery?
Xian Qingqiu propped herself up and slowly walked forward.

She didn't know how long she had been in a daze, but suddenly she felt her mind clear. She looked up and found herself standing next to the Sutra Repository of Miaoyu Palace.

The landscape painting in the library caught her eye.

In a blink of an eye.

The surroundings turned into an ink-wash color, and a long staircase appeared in front of her.

"painting?"

Before anyone knew it, she had already grabbed the landscape painting and then forcefully tore it off.

Everything enveloped her like an ink painting, and she transformed back into a pure and beautiful fairy. The sword she learned from the Canglan Sect was broken, and in her hand was an ink-painted spear.

Xian Qingqiu didn't know what was happening. She only knew that someone seemed to be speaking in her mind, a voice that was neither clear to male nor female, nor to any particular species.

The voice said, "Go find Xia Lianxue."

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Seeing the curtain of time rise, Jiang Jiayi had already planned to leave.

Since the Palace Master of Miaoyu Palace had not yet perished, it was not her place to interfere in the affairs of Miaoyu Palace. However, just as she was preparing to leave with Qiu Yuehan, a sudden change occurred.

Dark rain began to fall from the sky.

Boom.

For some reason, the tribulation lightning had not yet dissipated and continued to crush the world with golden lightning.

A figure in ink wash painting emerged from the rain carrying a long spear, and then the entire Miaoyu Palace began to fade, as if an ink wash painting were losing its color, and everything was reduced to blank paper.

Before Jiang Jiayi could think further, the ink-painted figure drew his spear and charged at her.

When did Miaoyu Palace begin to hide a Yao Guang ink-painting artist?!

Qiu Yuehan, standing next to Jiang Jiayi, said incredulously, "Xian Qingqiu."

Jiang Jiayi frowned and asked, "Who is Xian Qingqiu?"

"He is a disciple of the Canglan Sect."

As a disciple of the Canglan Sect, why does he possess the strength of Yao Guang?

Soon, Jiang Jiayi no longer needed to dwell on this matter, because Xian Qingqiu's face seemed to fade away like ink fading, eventually transforming into a face she had seen in a portrait.

"Ancestor Hongluan!?"

(End of this chapter)