Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 82. The Three-Life Fruit

Follow the guidance of the memorial tablet.

Mei Zhaozhao actually found an empty house.

The lanterns had turned completely white.

A mysterious aura rose from the streets, and many ethereal figures glided past, seemingly without warning, yet their presence was immense.

"Saint."

Mei Zhaozhao responded, "Let's rest."

She was completely shrouded in a black robe, making it impossible to discern her emotions.

Wang Lian asked, "The Three Lives Tree should be about to bloom. Should the Holy Maiden make a move?"

Mei Zhaozhao shook her head: "If you want it, just go and get it yourself."

She is exceptionally talented and doesn't need the Three Lives Fruit, but Wang Lian does.

Mei Zhaozhao added, "The Three Lives Tree will probably appear tomorrow. Don't wander around. If you go out at night, I won't be able to save you."

Wang Lian nodded: "Holy Maiden, what about Xiao Hai?"

"Don't be too harsh; after all, they are the last bloodline left behind by Xiao Qingfeng."

“I wouldn’t do that to him. The laws left by the Taoist of Chang’an are still in effect. If someone is sucked to death, they will be beheaded.”

Although the Hehuan Sect was not a key target for rectification, and the Chang'an Taoist had disappeared for five hundred years, the laws and regulations left behind by the Chang'an Taoist were still being followed.

This is not because of the existence of Taoist practices.

Instead, the Hehuan Sect discovered that compared to draining people to death, getting them to willingly contribute their cultivation techniques could earn them a good reputation. In recent years, the Hehuan Sect's reputation has even improved, and as a result of this improved reputation, a number of cultivators have even taken the initiative to contact the Hehuan Sect.

The Taoist school of thought cannot understand this.

But everyone has their own destiny, and it's all up to you and me, so whatever.

Mei Zhaozhao composed herself and looked up at the sky.

The night sky over the Underworld seemed to be shrouded in thick fog, and an unknown wailing sound reached Mei Zhaozhao's ears.

This holy maiden of the Hehuan Sect, who has yet to enter the mortal world, is thinking about men.

To be more precise.

She was thinking about the long road ahead.

Not many people knew the details of the events surrounding the Glass Dynasty, but she was one of them.

Xue Yanluo left Shangyujing. No one knew who had slashed that sword, but Mei Zhaozhao did. She was on the other side of Shangyujing, watching Lu Changyuan cleave the sky with a single sword strike.

How could someone like that come to the Underworld?

On the whale, Mei Zhaozhao deliberately approached Lu Changyuan, and was surprised to find that the young master of Cihang Palace was also beside the boy.

Therefore, she became even more terrified of Lu Changyuan's identity.

Fortunately, the boy seemed quite easy to talk to, and I didn't have any conflicts of interest with him.

The first principle of Hehuanmen in handling affairs.

Don't make enemies with people who seem strong. If possible, let them know how you are good at serving others.

Mei Zhaozhao had never practiced the skills of serving others, nor did she intend to, so she could only give the young man a manual, as she always felt that the young man's back would be a little tired in the future.

It can also be considered as a good relationship.

Mei Zhaozhao picked up Xiao Qingfeng's memorial tablet and hung it in the main room. The aura of the underworld permeated the room, and three incense sticks instantly appeared in her hand.

"I hope you still have feelings for me."

Incense was lit, and then he stood in front of the memorial tablet.

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Lu Changyuan touched his cheek.

It's still a bit damp.

The dream seemed to have faded away, and he dreamed again of his past in the underworld.

The lanterns have turned red; the second day in the underworld has arrived.

"Get up if you're awake, Young Master Lu."

So soft.

Lu Changyuan looked up and saw the girl's shapely figure and exquisite face. He said, "I fell asleep on the Third Prince's lap again this time?"

The girl shook her head: "This time I brought Young Master Lu's head over as a pillow. I noticed that Young Master Lu didn't sleep very well, as if he had a nightmare."

It shouldn't be considered a nightmare.

Lu Changyuan thought to himself, if his memories of traveling to the Underworld were a nightmare, then the entire process of the Taoist Chang'an's cultivation was a nightmare. "How much longer will Young Master Lu be lying here?"

"That depends on how long His Highness is willing to let me lie down."

Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Su Youwan didn't say anything.

The air fell silent for a moment.

Lu Changyuan looked at Su Youwan with curiosity, but the girl remained expressionless, as if in a meditative state.

Are you really going to make me lie here forever?

Strange.

Lu Changyuan had no choice but to get up: "It's time to go out and take a look, Third Prince."

Maybe it's an illusion.

Lu Changyuan noticed that the silver-haired girl seemed to smile.

The two then left the small house, opened the door, and found the street filled with spirits, extremely lively.

On the gray-brown streets, the spirits seemed to be going about their daily work, their illusory shadows moving about as if they were real people.

This is a butcher shop, and that's a cosmetics shop.

Unfortunately, they were all just illusions.

"Young Master Lu, why are all these spirits speaking to you using the same syllable?"

What puzzled the Third Princess was that these spirits seemed to recognize Lu Changyuan, and they all called out in a vague, strange syllable.

"Don't worry about it, let's go to the palace."

The people of the Underworld have their own language.

Ultimately, the spirits here were all sorts of races in the past, including humans and demons.

Lu Changyuan understood.

Those vague, eerie single syllables were actually calling him by his nickname, Lu Changyuan, in this place.

"feather."

Lu Changyuan didn't know where this nickname came from.

It was probably because he was a novice when he first came out of the woodwork and beat up the people of the Underworld that they gave him that title.

It's quite strange, really.

After he beat them up, the spirits of the Underworld realized his strength and wanted to keep him to manage the Underworld in place of the Underworld King.

There's a strange feeling that you've beaten us and now you're the boss.

But Lu Changyuan only wanted to get out at that time, so he ignored it.

"Young Master Lu is very familiar with this place?"

"Yes, I stayed for a long time."

Su Youwan said softly, "But the Underworld Kingdom only opens for less than half a month each time. If you don't get out, you can only wait inside until the Underworld Kingdom opens again. Given the intensity of the Underworld energy here, even a sixth-realm cultivator who has reached the Yang stage would be forcibly worn down into a spirit of the Underworld City after a hundred years."

Lu Changyuan simply said, "Some people can always get through it."

The entire Underworld began to tremble at Lu Changyuan's words.

The two of them suddenly looked up at the sky.

A tree seemed to be slowly growing in the gray-black sky.

"The Tree of Three Lives".

From the sky above the eastern city, one can see a giant, intertwined tree. This tree seems to have come from the underworld, formed by the fusion of three different trees, ultimately creating a composite of skeleton and black jade.

This tree spans the east and west sides of the city, so it can be seen from any angle.

Past, present, future, or even past, present, and future lives—similar thoughts ultimately become specks of starlight, which, surrounded by ethereal energy, eventually transform into captivating fruits.

Three-Life Fruit.

Lu Changyuan withdrew his gaze: "Did the Three Lives Tree arrive so early this time?"

The effect of the Three Lives Fruit is quite simple and direct: those who eat this fruit will live three new lives in an illusion, thus giving cultivators three lifetimes of illusory memories to comprehend the Dao.

Those in the Four Realms who have been struggling to understand the Five Realms will likely gain some insights once they use this fruit.

(End of this chapter)