Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 16.16. Fairy Little Maid

Lu Changyuan closed his eyes and listened carefully to the courtesan's lyrics. He felt like he had heard them somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.

Xia Lianxue considerately took away Lu Changyuan's teacup and said, "Young master, that courtesan is Xue Yanluo, the young master of the Blood Demon Palace."

Since she taught Xia Lianxue a sword technique that afternoon, Xia Lianxue's attitude had become unusually good, as if she were a little maidservant busying herself around.

It seems even fairies are like horses that need grass to run.

"How did you know?"

Xia Lianxue was very patient: "In the cultivation world, the only one who has reached the fifth realm of Yin-Yang cultivation is probably the young master of the Blood Demon Palace. He is quite famous. He does not cultivate the Blood Path, but cultivates Yin-Yang."

Lu Changyuan suddenly said, "The Blood Path is simpler than the Yin-Yang Path, but it's easier for lustful demons to take advantage of it."

He turned his head to look at Xia Lianxue.

The fireworks in the sky cast a warm yellow glow on the girl's pretty face. Her long, fine eyelashes fluttered as if they contained starlight, and her eyes were clear and gentle, like a pool of spring water rippling gently.

The fairy was only wearing a simple dress today, but no veil. Her neck skin was so smooth and beautiful that it was clear to the eye.

Xia Lianxue felt a little shy under Lu Changyuan's gaze, and stammered, "Young Master?"

What kind of cultivation do you practice?

“It used to be kendo.”

Lu Changyuan opened his mouth but didn't say anything. Instead, he frowned and turned his head to look at the shimmering lake. He had a bad feeling, as if something was about to happen.

The moon's reflection was mirrored on the lake's surface.

The scattered water couldn't suppress the reflection of the starry sky.

A loud shout came from nowhere.

"The Heaven-Mending Pill has been created."

Lu Changyuan's eyes seemed to be touched, and he thoughtfully marked it.

Four days remain until the Heaven-Mending Pill is released.

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An hour ago.

Inside a painted boat on the lake.

The town elder, pale-faced and dragging his severed arm, met Xueyanluo.

Xueyanluo was drawing her eyebrows, not even glancing back at the town elder, and simply said, "Killed a few."

"Qiu Yuehan was not killed, but Xia Lianxue is most likely not going to survive."

"is it?"

Xue Yanluo said in a steady male voice, "If you really killed Xia Lianxue, it would be a win. I never expected you to kill two." He sneered, "But I heard that this morning a young man took Xia Lianxue to a noodle shop on the outskirts of the city and ate noodles?"

The town elder exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible? How could that bitch Han Yi let Xia Lianxue live? She is..."

As Xueyanluo raised his hand, the town elder immediately shut up and stopped talking about Xia Lianxue.

"Yes, I was just about to tell you. That boy is very strange. He clearly has no strength at all, yet he gives me a premonition of death."

"Not surprising."

Xue Yanluo picked up a lip tissue, put it in his mouth, and sipped it lightly. His lips turned an astonishing red, as if they had been smeared with blood: "The most dangerous people to provoke in the cultivation world are those who seem to have no cultivation level at all, and old monsters who look like children."

These words were spoken by the Taoist priest of Chang'an back then.

Both the righteous and the demonic paths deeply agree.

The town elder gritted his teeth: "Han Yi killed two of my men and cut off one of my hands."

"If she doesn't kill the two of us, how can she prove she's still a righteous immortal of Miaoyu Palace?" Xueyanlu sneered. "As for your severed hand, if you're not satisfied, go find her for revenge later. What are you barking at me for?"

The town elder dared not utter a word in response.

Since the young master before him abandoned his Blood Path cultivation and switched to Yin-Yang Path, he had become unpredictable. The town elder dared not even think about the consequences if he angered him.

"After this matter is settled, I should no longer be involved in matters within the palace. As for the position of young master, Father can simply choose one of my thirty-odd brothers and sisters to take over."

Seeing that Xue Yanluo was in a bad mood, the town elder hurriedly spoke up: "Young Master, we have just found a girl with a very tragic fate."

Xueyan Luo paused for a moment, then glanced at him lightly: "Bring him to see me tomorrow."

Someone entered the room with a trembling heart and said, "Young Master, the Second Prince has arrived."

"Go and get your severed arm treated. Don't try to play the victim here. You might need to do something for me again in a few days."

The town elder bowed his head in agreement and slowly left, secretly cursing the Cold-Clothed Immortal in his heart.

That bitch injured his arm and left behind sword energy, causing his wound to slow to heal and causing him excruciating pain every night.

The second prince soon entered.

"problem occurs."

"Just say what you have to say. Do you expect me to ask you?"

The second prince hurriedly spoke up: "My third sister has returned and has already entered the palace to see Father Emperor."

Xue Yanluo, however, remained completely unperturbed: "The chief disciple of Cihang Palace, she entered that Black Domain to cultivate since childhood. Now that she has returned, her purpose is unclear. Why are you panicking? Could it be that she has a good relationship with your elder brother?"

The Second Prince remained calm: "No, my Third Sister has been emotionally detached since childhood, and my Eldest Brother hardly ever sees her."

"Since she doesn't support your elder brother, why are you in such a hurry?" Xueyanluo sneered, "You haven't even confirmed that the emperor is dead yet, and you're already in such a rush?"

The second prince paused for a moment: "Most likely, he's gone. Father Emperor is already seriously ill, and the dragon vein's abnormal movement has backfired. Moreover, he hasn't held court for several days. What I'm afraid of is that if Third Sister returns at this time, could it be that she also has designs on the throne and wants to become the empress?"

Xue Yanluo didn't even bother to glance at the Second Prince, whose mind was only on the throne: "The identity of the chief disciple of Cihang Palace is far more important than the throne of your Liuli Dynasty. Perhaps she also came back for the Heaven-Mending Pill."

Before entering the path of immortality, one cannot know the true value of the Nine Gates and Twelve Palaces, nor can one know the extent of the power of the Black Domain Cihang Palace.

The Second Prince could never have imagined just how important Su Youwan, as the chief disciple of Cihang Palace, truly was.

The second prince stamped his feet anxiously: "If only I had spread a different rumor, it would have drawn her back and the situation would have gotten out of control."

"What makes you think that your plan to seduce my Blood Demon Palace to create chaos and seize the throne while the Crown Prince is away is controllable?"

"You're the ones who came looking for me! I never intended to compete with my elder brother for the throne!"

Xueyanluo did not want to argue about this matter: "If you are really afraid that things will be delayed one step at a time, then start tonight."

The Second Prince had meant it that way, and seeing that Xueyanluo agreed, he was naturally overjoyed.

But he still asked uncertainly, "Can't it be faster?"

Xueyanlu waved his hand: "The formation is not yet complete, and the dynasty's dragon vein has not been isolated. There's no use in being anxious."

The second prince was about to leave when he suddenly said, "The Heaven-Mending Pill is just a fabrication; it doesn't actually exist, right?"

All that answered him was Xueyanluo's silent back.

He had no other choice.

He was found by the Blood Demon Palace, and in a moment of impulsiveness, he agreed to start. He was determined to seize the throne, whether he wanted to or not.

Xueyanluo slowly stood up, bowed, applied a red dot to her forehead, and began to sing.
"The brocade zither is broken."

The lamp went out.

The romance I've brought back is not like that of a friend.

Drink your fill of the rivers and lakes, and let sorrow be no object.

I envy the ethereal immortals who ascend to heaven.

No, no, no.

(End of this chapter)