Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 1.1. The Fallen Fairy
night.

With a muffled clap of thunder, the rainstorm arrived unexpectedly, pouring down and violently striking the ground.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

Lu Changyuan folded his umbrella and walked into the ancient temple on the mountain.

The rain was so heavy that even with an umbrella, he was soaked to the bone, and his straw sandals were soaked through, leaving water stains as he entered the dilapidated temple.

Lu Changyuan placed the umbrella at the temple entrance, patted his clothes, and smelled the dust in the dilapidated ancient temple. He didn't care, but took two steps forward and put his hands together in prayer.

"The rain is too heavy, so I'll take this opportunity to rest at your temple."

Boom!

The deafening thunder seemed to pierce the earth, and also illuminated the scene inside the dilapidated temple.

In front of Lu Changyuan was a dusty table with a small, four-cornered brass cauldron on it. No incense was burning on it, and it was covered in dust.

Looking further up, there is a Thousand-Hand Guanyin statue made entirely of white jade. The compassionate statue is covered with spider webs, as if it were draped in a light veil.

Beneath the hazy spiderweb, Guanyin appeared as a multi-legged spider, her slender Buddha hands transforming into spider legs that constricted the viewer, making it difficult to breathe.

Lu Changyuan didn't linger on the Buddha statue. Instead, he found a worn-out prayer mat, dusted it off, and sat down.

The dilapidated temple was dark, and the long road seemed to be like a dead man, lying on the prayer mat with his eyes closed.

A few moments.

The smell of blood suddenly filled the air.

Someone stumbled and staggered into the temple.

She was a woman with fair skin, dressed in simple white gauze, with a red floral decoration on her forehead. Her ethereal气质 was like the pure snow on a mountain peak, captivating anyone who looked at her.

At this moment, the fairy was clearly injured. Her pale face was almost devoid of color, and the black hair on her forehead fell and clung to her cheeks. Rain mixed with blood slid down her fair fingers onto the sword, then flowed over the blade and dripped onto the ground.

She spotted Lu Changyuan and exclaimed, "Someone's here!?"

Lu Changyuan replied politely, "I was just gathering herbs on the mountain when I got caught in a downpour. I'm just taking shelter here for the night. You don't need to worry about me."

The woman's expression was slightly cold, her eyebrows furrowed, as if she was considering what to do.

half an hour.

She bit her lip, used her sword as a crutch, and slowly bent down to sit by the door.

Lu Changyuan knew the fairy's identity.

Qiu Yuehan, the chief true disciple of the Miaoyu Palace of the Nine Gates and Twelve Palaces of the Righteous Path.

one month ago.

While washing his face early in the morning, Lu Changyuan casually recalled his memories of his previous life.

He transmigrated into a VR real-life cultivation game called "The Immortal Path of Severing Emotions" that he had played in his previous life.

This game, touted as a second life, boasts an extremely high degree of freedom and realism. Not only are the NPCs lifelike, but even the food tastes authentic.

As for cultivating immortality, there are countless paths to choose from, including the path of painting, the path of puppetry, the path of swordsmanship, and many other paths that can lead directly to the path of immortality.

Looking at all the cultivation paths, Lu Changyuan's route is a rather unorthodox one.

Lu Changyuan, who named himself Chang'an Daoren, not only cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness, but also the Path of Slaughter.

His gameplay can be summed up in one word: kill!

Forget about romance, romantic walks under the moon, and chivalrous deeds; nothing beats a direct fight.

No matter who it was, where it was, or why, Lu Changyuan ignored them all and just went on a killing spree!

The righteous and demonic paths were decimated by his slaughter, and the strongest fighting force was wiped out. Later, Lu Changyuan went against the grain and supported the demoness to become the sect leader of one of the world's major sects.

I never imagined I'd have to pay for the sins I've committed. Who would have thought that I'd be transported into this world the moment I opened and closed my eyes?

After slowly integrating the memories of two lifetimes.

Lu Changyuan discovered something quite eerie.

Late.

The point in time he is in is five hundred years after he, as the Taoist of Chang'an, completed the game and left.

A body lacking the five deficiencies cannot cultivate immortality.

Before Lu Changyuan could think too much, strange words appeared in his eyes.

He then looked around at himself.

This body looked as if it had been struck by lightning, lacking everything. It was missing the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The magical energy and acupoints in its meridians were not just sealed off, but completely destroyed, making it impossible to open them.

Cultivating immortality depends heavily on aptitude, and Lu Changyuan undoubtedly drew the worst possible outcome. The spiritual energy he absorbed would simply flow out, with not a single drop entering his body.

After a month of hard work, Lu Changyuan still couldn't reach the first realm of cultivation. His broken body was barely enough to keep him alive, let alone cultivate.

To cultivate immortality, one must first repair one's body, but to repair one's body, one must become strong enough to obtain rare and precious materials for repair.

It's stuck in a vicious cycle.

The words in his eyes seemed to know what Lu Changyuan was thinking, so he thoughtfully provided a solution.

One month later, on a stormy night, at Cihang Temple on the mountain, Fairy Qiu Yuehan of Miaoyu Palace and the Buddhist monk Shixin of the Food Sect both suffered heavy losses.

【Qiu Yuehan, the Fairy of the Moonlit Cold, is regarded by the disciples of Miaoyu Palace as the most likely true disciple to become the next Palace Master. Miaoyu Palace possesses an item that can repair the five deficiencies of the body】

Hundreds of years ago, the Taoist priest of Chang'an ascended to the celestial realm, plunging the world into chaos for a full hundred years.

The so-called Nine Gates and Twelve Palaces were the twenty-one largest sects in the cultivation world that were newly established after the ascension of the Taoist Chang'an. Qiu Yuehan, the true disciple of Miaoyu Palace and even the next palace master, happened to be injured and was not far from him.

This is really good news.

Lu Changyuan smiled gently and looked at the ethereal fairy: "It seems that you are injured, young lady?"

The boy's warm smile seemed to bring a gentle warmth to the torrential rain outside, making the rain appear to lessen.

In addition, he was already good-looking, which made him even more approachable.

Qiu Yuehan kept her cherry lips tightly closed and did not utter a word.

Lu Changyuan then said, "I am a doctor. Would you like me to take a look at your injuries, young lady?"

"Need not."

She was unusually cold, but Lu Changyuan still smiled and tried to be friendly despite her coldness.

“Miss, you should move closer. You’ll get wet in the rain if you sit by the door. I see you seem to be injured. If you get wet, it will worsen your condition.”

The dilapidated Cihang Temple no longer had a door. As the rain outside grew heavier, water droplets were carried by the wind into the temple, disturbing the peace, and some of them hit Qiu Yuehan.

Seemingly finding Lu Changyuan's words reasonable, and noticing a peeling pillar not far away, Qiu Yuehan moved closer, hiding half of her body in the darkness.

Lu Changyuan could hear her breathing was extremely rapid—she was clearly racing against time to recover from her injuries, and there would most likely be another battle later.

It seems to be to confirm Lu Changyuan's idea.

The sound of hurried splashing through the water could be heard.

The stronger smell of blood masked the damp chill of the rain.

A huge black shadow appeared at the temple entrance.

Then came complaints: "Damn, what a powerful sword. There's actually a Cihang Palace temple here. Tsk, the Cihang Palace of the Black Domain actually sent its incense to this dilapidated mountain village."

Lu Changyuan remained seated, staring at the newcomer.

It was a burly monk with a broken leg; blood mixed with water dragged on the ground, making him look like a snail.

"And... mortals? Who are you?"

Lu Changyuan remained very polite, answering every question: "I am a country doctor who came to the temple to take shelter from the rain while I was gathering herbs in the mountains. May I ask who you are, Master?"

The monk smiled too.

He smiled kindly.

Using his staff as a crutch, he approached Lu Changyuan step by step, then bowed with one hand.

In the darkness, the monk's bald head seemed to be illuminated by lightning.

“Amitabha, this humble monk comes from the Food Buddha Sect, and my Dharma name is Food Heart. You may call me Monk Food Heart.”

It turns out he was the Heart-Eating Monk.

Lu Changyuan glanced at Qiu Yuehan out of the corner of his eye without making a sound, only to find that the fairy had completely hidden in the darkness and could not be seen at all.

"I have a hemostatic herb here. Master Shixin, please take it and use it to stop your bleeding."

The monk squinted, carefully sensing the distance of the road. After much thought, he could only conclude that the person in front of him was a mortal.

But he remained vigilant.

"Young benefactor, are you unaware that I practice Buddhism?"

Lu Changyuan shook his head: "I don't know."

Lu Changyuan was unfamiliar with any of the newly built nine gates and twelve palaces; the cultivation world he knew had changed long ago.

The monk who ate his heart was greatly surprised.

The monks of the Buddhist school are notorious for their wickedness. They can frighten people away, if not stop a child from crying. This person is completely unaware of this. Could he really be an ordinary person?
Lu Changyuan took out a herb from his basket and handed it to the monk, just like a kind-hearted folk doctor.

"Master, you must have encountered a vicious tiger in the mountains, which is why you lost a leg. Tigers in these mountains are known to eat people."

The Heart-Eating Arhat took the herbs, crushed them, and applied them to his wounds, but they had no effect whatsoever. He couldn't help but curse angrily, "She looks like a fairy, yet her sword is so vicious. This Jade Palace is even more disgusting than my Buddhist sect!"

Lu Changyuan followed up with, "Swordsmanship?"

The monk who eats the heart chuckled twice, without answering Lu Changyuan's question: "There are indeed tigers in these mountains, and they are tigresses, fierce and savage."

Lu Changyuan laughed along, "How did the master figure out it was a tigress?"

"That tiger was incredibly fierce. It was clearly lacking the restraint of a male tiger and the balance of yin and yang, which caused it to unleash its beastly nature."

Lu Changyuan chuckled: "Master, you're quite a character."

He wondered, how could the ethereal fairy of the Cloud Palace and the pale moon be called a tigress? Was Qiu Yuehan, the fairy of the Jade Palace who was hiding in the shadows, about to explode with rage?
"Amitabha."

"Why has the master come to my remote mountain village?"

The Heart-Eating Arhat explained on Lu Changyuan's behalf without reservation: "Young benefactor, you should know that the capital of the Liuli Dynasty is not far from here."

We know this is a long road ahead.

The Liuli Dynasty is a dynasty where immortals and mortals coexist. The emperor's surname is Su, and the dynasty has a history of over a thousand years.

"I heard that the ancestor of the Liuli Dynasty had some connection with the Taoist of Chang'an, so the Taoist of Chang'an left a Heaven-Mending Pill for this dynasty."

Lu Changyuan pretended not to know anything: "The Heaven-Mending Pill?"

He didn't leave any Heaven-Mending Pills for the Glazed Dynasty.

A hint of longing shone in the eyes of the Heart-Eating Arhat: "Yes, the legendary Heaven-Mending Pill that can seize the creation of heaven."

Among all elixirs, the Heaven-Mending Pill is the most precious. It can bring the dead back to life, cleanse the marrow and refine the body. It can do almost anything that can be thought of as beneficial.

So when this news came out a little over a month ago, the entire cultivation world was in an uproar, and countless righteous and demonic cultivators came to the Liuli Dynasty to search for the whereabouts of the Heaven-Mending Pill.

The Heart-Eating Arhat is no exception.

"I, the monk, have rather bad luck. When I came to look for medicine, I was accidentally seen by a busybody. I fought with her all the way until half an hour ago when a heavy rain came down. Otherwise, I could have slapped her to death with one slap."

Lu Changyuan looked at the Heart-Eating Arhat with surprise.

Qiu Yuehan only injured her arm, while you broke your leg. It's hard to say who killed whom, is it?
"The master's methods of subduing demons and monsters are indeed powerful."

The monk seemed to find Lu Changyuan interesting, especially his pleasant speech, and said, "I see that you also have great wisdom."

Lu Changyuan shook his head: "I am a simple and foolish person from the mountains. The master is compassionate and willing to answer my questions. This shows that the master's Buddhist teachings are profound."

"Do you know why I, the monk, am here to answer your questions?"

Lu Changyuan shook his head.

"By letting you die knowing the truth, I, as a monk, have atoned for my sins!"

The monk's smile stretched out, seemingly reaching all the way to the back of his ears, looking quite eerie.

The Heart-Eating Monk was no good. He was already out of breath and was about to eat Lu Changyuan to replenish his strength so he could deal with Qiu Yuehan.

Moreover, he had carefully observed Lu Changyuan and tested him; this man was clearly a clueless country bumpkin.

There is no way to fight back.

What are you waiting for?
Lu Changyuan was not afraid at all: "I healed the master's injuries." The Heart-Eating Arhat suddenly turned ferocious: "If you're going to help the Buddha to the west, why not heal my injuries more? Besides, the torrential rain in the sky guided you here so that I could eat you to replenish my strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Heart-Eating Arhat suddenly launched an attack.

"If you want to blame someone, blame that damned Qiu Yuehan from Miaoyu Palace!"

The Buddhist hand, imbued with a foul stench, lashed out at Lu Changyuan's face.

Lu Changyuan shouted sharply, "Fairy, why aren't you making a move?!"

The Heart-Eating Arhat's move was aimed at Lu Changyuan, but his back was exposed to the pillar—where Qiu Yuehan was hiding.

Boom.

Just then, a thunderclap rang out.

Lu Changyuan's face was illuminated, as was the ferocious face of the Heart-Eating Arhat.

The sword glowed for a moment.

A flash of lightning illuminated the long, sleek blade, reflecting the panicked appearance of the Heart-Eating Arhat.

"You slut! You despicable and shameless woman!"

Thunder and sword, two beams of light, both vanished in an instant.

The temple quickly returned to darkness, and Lu Changyuan's breathing was as calm and smooth as the sound of rain.

boom.

Dust is everywhere.

The Heart-Eating Arhat staggered back several steps and fell to the ground, his body glowing with a color like a bronze bell, but it quickly dissipated.

Food is the shield of Buddhism and the gate of ghosts.

Qiu Yuehan said coldly, "Your weakness has been exposed; you're doomed to lose."

The Heart-Eating Arhat coughed up blood and sneered, "You used all your strength and drained your magic power to unleash Miaoyu's sixth sword, and you were also hit by my Awakening Words. You won't be able to move for a while!"

Seeing that Qiu Yuehan remained silent and was simply standing there frantically adjusting her breathing, Lu Changyuan knew that what the Heart-Eating Arhat had said was true.

Qiu Yuehan was cursed by the Heart-Eating Arhat. She risked everything and gambled with her sword from the shadows, but she did not kill the Heart-Eating Arhat. She only broke through the opponent's weak point.

The monks are suffering the backlash, and the fairies are suffering the curse.

Neither of them could move.

really interesting.

Lu Changyuan couldn't help but think this way.

So Lu Changyuan dusted off his legs and stood up: "Gentlemen, please look at me for a moment, I have something to say."

Qiu Yuehan and the Heart-Eating Arhat then woke up in fright.

correct.

Both are seriously injured and unable to move. So who is the only one who can decide the outcome?
The road ahead is long.

The Heart-Eating Arhat hurriedly said, "Young benefactor, quickly help me kill this demoness, and I will guarantee that you will join my Buddhist sect. From now on, you will be my personal disciple, and I will ensure that your path to immortality is smooth."

As he spoke, he slowly began to use the Buddhist mantra of universal salvation.

Qiu Yuehan thought to herself, "This is bad."

For ordinary people, hearing this mantra almost immediately makes them want to convert to Buddhism.

Lu Changyuan strolled leisurely behind Qiu Yuehan. Her fairy-like hair, wet from the water, clung to her straight back, forming a straight curve.

“Master, Buddhist precepts are very strict, aren’t they? You can’t eat meat or drink alcohol, and you can’t get married. I can’t stand that kind of rule-bound life.”

The Heart-Eating Arhat got anxious: "Nonsense! I eat Buddhist meat and wine, which pass through my intestines, but the Buddha remains in my heart. I don't need to keep any precepts."

Lu Changyuan calmly replied, "Then you have to chant scriptures every day? I have a bad memory and can't remember Buddhist scriptures."

"Scriptures are meant to be recited! Only the bald monks at the Wanfo Palace recite scriptures. We, the members of the Shifo Sect, are true Buddhas and do not recite scriptures!"

Lu Changyuan couldn't help but grin: "Interesting. You Buddhist monks don't chant sutras, so those who chant sutras are the real Buddhas."

The Heart-Eating Arhat nodded frantically: "Absolutely, absolutely! You are truly blessed! A monk can never become a Buddha!"

Qiu Yuehan coldly replied, "Nonsense!"

Lu Changyuan turned around and looked at Qiu Yuehan: "Fairy, you heard it too, he offered me very good terms, so what are your terms?"

It's still raining.

The Cihang Temple was pitch black.

Two renowned cultivators in the cultivation world are being threatened by a mortal.

Who offered the lowest possible terms?

You will die.

Lu Changyuan stepped forward, took the sword from Qiu Yuehan's hand, and gently weighed it in his hand: "Such a light sword."

Qiu Yuehan's face was pale as she stared intently at Lu Changyuan, but she remained silent.

"If the fairy doesn't set any conditions, then I'll take it."

Before she could finish speaking, the fairy calmly said, "You won't."

Lu Changyuan asked doubtfully, "I don't know how?"

Qiu Yuehan bit her lip, her black hair hanging down and clinging to her cheeks, making her look quite pitiful: "You were helping me from the beginning, helping me kill him, so you wouldn't."

“That’s wrong. I, Lu, have always committed arson, murder, robbery, and all sorts of evil deeds.”

Lu Changyuan, sword in hand, turned and walked toward the Heart-Eating Arhat: "Master, it seems that the conditions on your side are better."

The Heart-Eating Arhat's eyes gleamed—he thought his mind-bewitching spell had worked.

"You wretched woman, you never expected this, did you! Today is your day of reckoning! Monk, I..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Then I found my vision suddenly spinning.

Clang.

That was his head falling to the ground.

How can it be!

The last thing the Heart-Eating Arhat saw was Lu Changyuan gently wiping the blood off his sword and saying something.

"What a fine sword! If it weren't for this sword, this head wouldn't have been chopped off."

Qiu Yuehan breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart immediately tightened again.

Although Lu Changyuan killed the Heart-Eating Arhat.

But that doesn't mean they won't kill her.

If Qiu Yuehan were Lu Changyuan, she would have killed them both right now, taken all their treasures, and secretly cultivated herself.

The treasures from the main figures of two major sects are enough to feed the mountain village cultivators for a long time.

"Why is the fairy looking at me like that?"

Lu Changyuan smiled and said, "But do you think I would kill a fairy? The cultivation world is still as simple and honest as ever."

Humans calculate human calculations, and minds calculate minds.

It feels just like coming home.

Qiu Yuehan didn't say anything, but instead fell to the ground with a thud and leaned against a pillar, looking pitiful.

Show weakness to the enemy and buy time.

At the very least, it needs to be restored to the point where it can deliver a single, powerful strike!

Lu Changyuan squatted down and used his sword to lift Qiu Yuehan's chin.

"Speaking of which, I have something I'd like to ask the fairy for help with."

Qiu Yuehan's breathing quickened, and her beautiful eyes blinked rapidly: "Tell me, as long as it's something I can do."

"I would like to ask the fairy to take me to the palace to cultivate."

"can!"

Almost instantly, Qiu Yuehan agreed: "I'm not lying to you. I am a true disciple of Miaoyu Palace and can bring one person into the palace to cultivate. Anyone is fine. I can even find all the cultivation methods available in the palace for you."

Fearing that Lu Changyuan might not understand the status of Miaoyu Palace, Qiu Yuehan quickly recovered her energy while explaining, "Miaoyu Palace is the most outstanding among the Nine Gates and Twelve Palaces. My Palace Master is a great cultivator at the Seventh Realm of Yao Guang, just one step away from ascending to immortality!"

I never expected that a new Yao Guang cultivator would appear.

The world of cultivation truly produces talented individuals in every generation.

Just like chives, once you cut one crop, a new one will grow.

Lu Changyuan nodded in satisfaction: "Then I'll leave it to you, Fairy."

Qiu Yuehan was overjoyed, but then she saw Lu Changyuan reach out and gently touch her left shoulder.

A surge of scalding heat instantly engulfed her.

"what have you done."

"After all, I have humiliated the fairy, and I imagine she is not convinced."

"I have no complaints!"

Lu Changyuan didn't look at Qiu Yuehan, but simply said, "I think you do."

half an hour.

Qiu Yuehan finally regained some mobility and hurriedly turned her back, lifted her collar, and checked the warm flow.

A bright red line has appeared on her fair and delicate skin.

Heart-devouring Demonic Mark.

It's just a skill that every cultivator must learn before going out. It doesn't require magic power; all you need is a mental state strong enough to crush your opponent. This is one of the results of this month's hard work.

He is deficient in five elements.

Naturally, one cannot enter the realm of immortal cultivation, nor can one learn any offensive techniques.

but.

Offensive techniques are offensive techniques, and mental techniques are mental techniques.

It doesn't say that you can't draw qi into your body, but it doesn't say that you can't achieve perfect harmony of mind and body!
The Taoist of Chang'an had reached the peak of cultivating the "Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique," and naturally, when he arrived at Lu Changyuan's place, the mental cultivation method was also at its maximum level.

Therefore, the Heart-Eating Arhat's Bewitching Curse was useless against him, and activating the Heart-Eating Demon Pattern with this mental technique was naturally easy, especially since Qiu Yuehan couldn't fight back, making it even easier.

The rain outside had subsided, and dawn was breaking in the distance. Sunlight pierced through the clouds, bringing a warm temperature.

"you!!!"

“Once the fairy guides me into the path of cultivation, I will naturally remove the curse mark for the fairy.”

Qiu Yuehan quickly calmed down: "Who exactly are you? This kind of curse mark shouldn't be something an ordinary person can use."

Lu Changyuan remained silent, simply tossing the sword back to Qiu Yuehan.

It's almost dawn.

Lu Changyuan replied, "He's just an ordinary quack doctor."

Qiu Yuehan sneered, but Lu Changyuan had already slung the medicine basket over his shoulder and lifted her up in his arms.

"what are you doing!?"

Because she was completely weak, she did not struggle.

"Go back to my place and rest first, otherwise, with your severely injured body, you're bound to be eaten by the tigress on the mountain."

Qiu Yuehan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "You!!!"

The fairy's body was cool and smooth like jade, full and juicy. Lu Changyuan adjusted his position and said, "Save your energy. By the way, don't try to kill me now, because if I die, you will die too."

Blood-red words suddenly reappeared in his eyes.

[Three days remain until Qiu Yuehan dies by his junior sister Xia Lianxue's sword]

(End of this chapter)