Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 81. The Other Shore Flower of the Underworld

"Come on."

The cultivators who entered the Underworld were thrown into a panic.

As most of the lanterns turn white, the night in the underworld quietly replaces the day.

A mist suddenly rose, and a giant creature wailed from within it.

Some people still hadn't found their houses; the lanterns around them had completely turned white, and they themselves were shrouded in mist.
At first, when he saw Mei Zhaozhao and the other two in such a hurry, and Li Lang being devoured by the spirit, he was also terrified. But when he was actually in the fog, he calmed down.

He's not dead yet, is he?

The man frowned: "It seems like nothing's wrong."

The giant creature in the mist seemed not to exist in this space and time as it passed by him without harming him, but instead went into the distance.

He was relieved.

what.

The Underworld isn't as dangerous as people say.

I feel nothing; I should focus my attention on finding the Three-Life Fruit.

It used to be said that you couldn't stay outside after nightfall, but that's in the past. The rules of the Underworld have probably changed.

Someone screamed in terror, and the sound reached the person's ears.

"On your body, on your body!"

The man then looked at himself and realized that red flowers had begun to grow on his body at some point, starting as tiny blossoms and eventually blooming completely, enveloping him entirely.

Those flowers resembled a beam of fire in the underworld, their slender petals violently curled and wrinkled, gleaming with a light similar to raven feathers, and a breathtaking red.

Most terrifyingly, long threads extend from the stamens of these spider lilies, instantly binding and tightly entangling the person.

A piercing scream emanated from the flowers.

The onlookers were startled and quickly said, "Quick, find a house!"

But houses aren't so easy to find. If you go into a house that's inhabited, you'll be devoured by spirits, and it's getting dark soon.

The group of people ran around like headless flies.

Not everyone enters the underworld unprepared.

Another cultivator at the fourth realm sighed. There was no time to find an empty house now, so he had to find a house that looked extremely small.

Bang bang bang.

The cultivator from the fourth realm knocked on the door.

The door creaked open, and an old man-like spirit stood before him.

The cultivator from the fourth realm took out a bowl and murmured, "The Underworld Lord will eventually return. Wandering souls from afar beg for a place to stay for one night."

stab.

He slashed his hand until the crimson blood filled the entire bowl before handing the bowl to the old man-like spirit.

Seeing this, the old man took the bowl from his hand and stepped aside.

The fourth-realm cultivator, his face pale, finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly entered the room. The crimson color that had been emanating from his back also dissipated at that moment.

The dimly lit room looked as if it had been silent for thousands of years, and the entire house consisted of only one room, making it both dilapidated and cramped.

But that's enough for him; he can't afford a bigger house.

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The night is not over yet.

The lanterns were just beginning to glow red, and the mist was only slightly thinning.

A shrill scream came from outside, and Su Youwan opened her eyes almost immediately.

It can't calculate anything.

Lu Changyuan said, "If we can't find a house, we'll have to sell our spirits."

The monk infused his spirit and thoughts into his blood and sold them to the spirit as a bargaining chip in exchange for the temporary right to reside in the house.

This method damages the cultivator's very essence. If the two of them didn't have the house left behind by Lu Changyuan, and couldn't find an empty house, they might have to sell their spiritual energy like those cultivators in the fourth realm.

The silver-haired girl put the white blindfold back on: "Whether it's the Three Lives Fruit or the River Styx, they are both extremely fortunate opportunities."

Since waking up, everyone Lu Changyuan has seen, whether it's Xia Lianxue, Qiu Yuehan, or even Su Youwan in front of him, are geniuses among geniuses.

Even among the Nine Gates and Twelve Palaces, they are among the most outstanding individuals.

These people were born with extraordinary talent from the very beginning of their cultivation, and it was only a matter of time before they attained enlightenment. However, not everyone in the world is a genius.

Enlightenment, enlightenment, entering the Dao through the five realms.

Many people are stuck before reaching the fifth realm, unable to advance even an inch.

Therefore, for many practitioners, whether it is the Three-Life Fruit that can grant "three illusory lives" or the River Styx that illuminates their path, they are all rare opportunities.

Lu Changyuan chuckled: "When I first came here, I got along very well with the residents. There used to be a spirit named Luo next door. I didn't expect that when I came back, the spirits here had changed. I thought the spirits here wouldn't change."

Su Youwan was stunned for a moment.

She seemed to hear a vague emotion in Lu Changyuan's words, or perhaps a kind of carefree melancholy, but it was not obvious.

"Is Young Master Lu a sentimental person?"

Lu Changyuan didn't expect Su Youwan to ask such a question, so he replied, "I don't think so."

"That's the kind of person who's fickle and easily bored."

"Third Prince, why do you insist on seeing things in black and white?"

Su Youwan didn't respond, her voice ethereal: "People who are nostalgic all say they aren't, so as not to let old feelings accumulate."

Lu Changyuan changed the subject: "His Highness the Third Prince is indeed not very good at speaking."

The girl's lips turned red.

This was her biggest emotional fluctuation.

She used to dislike talking to people, but recently she's discovered that talking to people is quite interesting.

The silver-haired girl no longer clung to the idea of ​​using destiny to guide her future, but she made up her mind that if Lu Changyuan was indeed corrupted by lust as she had predicted, she would try to save him.

The Bodhisattva sees all beings as equal, yet this time he gave Lu Changyuan special treatment.

"The River Styx has not yet appeared. What will Young Master Lu do next?"

"Wait until daylight, then go to the Underworld King's Palace to find the sundial."

Lu Changyuan didn't hide anything; the reason why the sundial returned to the Underworld was also a question that needed to be figured out.

"Does the young master know why the sundial returned to the Underworld?"

The girl suddenly smiled, her face extremely beautiful, as if sculpted by the heavens. Her smooth silver hair fell neatly like the finest silk, with a few stray strands slipping down her chest, outlining her exquisite figure.

She is clearly a Taoist practitioner, yet she has such a beautiful appearance.

Lu Changyuan stared blankly at Su Youwan.

"Why is Young Master Lu staring at Youwan?"

"I remember saying it many times, the Third Prince is very handsome."

"If she is really that beautiful, why didn't you agree when Granny Mian asked you to take Youwan back?"

"I don't think these should be lumped together."

Su Youwan did not continue the topic, but said softly, "After the Lord of the Sun and Moon Palace attained the Dao of Yao Guang, he shattered the Sun and Moon Sundial for some special reason. After this artifact of the Underworld Lord was broken, the Lord of the Sun and Moon Palace ordered people to send it back to the Underworld. After hundreds of years of storage, it should have recovered some of its power."

Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "How did Your Highness know about these things?"

The silver-haired girl fiddled with her silver hair: "It's written in the palace records. As for the rest, if Young Master Lu wants to know, he can come back to Cihang Palace with Youwan and find out."

"If you go in, will you ever come out?"

The girl smiled, her beauty breathtaking: "I don't know."

(End of this chapter)