Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 20. Night Changes the World
Lu Changyuan raised an eyebrow: "You just blindly follow your ancestors' arrangements like this?"

Su Youwan's expression remained unchanged, truly resembling a Bodhisattva with a perfect state of mind: "Youwan feels there is nothing wrong with it."

The holy female bodhisattva was right before him. Lu Changyuan reached out his hand, and the bodhisattva wept softly, until finally she sang like a nightingale.

So Lu Changyuan said, "If you won't marry, what about the other thing?"

Su Youwan nodded, neither sad nor happy: "Let's put the marriage aside for now. The second thing is that the Blood Demon Palace is after the sword in our dynasty's treasury. Granny Mian asked me to tell you this."

"Okay, I understand." Lu Changyuan yawned, showing no surprise at all: "That Second Prince should have started his coup by now, the smell of blood is already filling my nostrils."

"That's right. My second brother has always been dissatisfied and wants to sit on the throne. When I entered the palace yesterday, I learned that he had already bribed several imperial guards, but I didn't care."

The month is already halfway over.

It's a new day.

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

"You don't care when the guests start fighting, and you don't care when your family members cause trouble?"

Su Youwan's breathtakingly beautiful face moved slightly in the candlelight, her long eyelashes fluttering. She chuckled softly, her emotions unreadable.

“When a woman marries, she follows her husband’s wishes. In the past, women had no say in family conflicts.”

That's just something to fool Xia Lianxue.

Su Youwan is still unmarried, which is fine. With her status, she can interfere in the succession of the throne in the Liuli Immortal Dynasty. If she wants, even if the Second Prince ascends the throne tonight, he will have to fall off the throne tomorrow.

But this holy Third Prince seemed unwilling to get involved, so he simply found an excuse to sit on the sidelines and watch.

She seemed devoid of emotion, merely a witness.

"In that case, I shall take my leave."

The girl looked at Lu Changyuan, seemingly waiting for his reply, or perhaps for him to change his mind.

Lu Changyuan suddenly said, "I've answered many of your questions, so you should answer mine too, that's only fair."

Su Youwan thought for a moment and said, "That's right, young master, please ask."

"What's in your cage?"

From the moment Lu Changyuan met this Third Prince, she was blindfolded and carrying a birdcage covered with a black cloth.

No one knew why this bodhisattva was carrying a cage. Lu Changyuan was naturally curious as well.

"It contains Youwan."

A knock suddenly sounded at the door, and a soft voice came from outside: "Young Master?"

When Lu Changyuan turned around again, Su Youwan was already gone.

Xia Lianxue then opened the door sheepishly: "Um... I accidentally fell asleep."

"Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired—that's what it means to be a free person. Cultivating immortality is also about achieving freedom."

Lu Changyuan was completely serious, showing no sign that he had just been discussing marriage with a female bodhisattva—this place had almost become a place where a virgin shed tears.

"That... young master."

"what happened?"

"Come out for a moment."

Lu Changyuan walked to the door in confusion, only to see the fairy suddenly draw her sword. The seemingly light but heavy slender sword stirred up a wave of wind, followed by a muffled thud.

Zhu Ming!

She actually mastered it!?

"I took a short nap, and it seems I've already learned it. Did you do something to me, young master?"

Lu Changyuan, of course, did nothing.

This disciple of Miaoyu Palace is indeed quite talented.

However, Lu Changyuan still said, "I transmitted a little bit of sword intent to you while you were asleep. You should have comprehended the sword in your dream."

Xia Lianxue blinked her beautiful eyes, her delicate nose slightly raised, and thought to herself, "As expected, thank you, young master."

Lu Changyuan waved his hand: "Go back to sleep early, tomorrow will be very busy."

After Xia Lianxue returned to her room, Lu Changyuan continued to admire the stars.

The white streak in the sky was still dazzling.

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Su Youwan left Lu Changyuan's temporary residence, carrying the birdcage, and slowly walked towards the most intense part of the scene.

She walked step by step, seemingly unnoticed by the soldiers engaged in battle, who only felt a gentle breeze passing by.

People were killed, fell to the ground, and bled, but their blood could not stain the princess's dress.

Finally, she arrived at the edge of the palace.

Just then, a man carrying a brass mirror was hurrying towards them.

Su Youwan thought to herself.

Just right, even a little early. She should have had another cup of tea at that young master's house. She could see through the actions and intentions of everyone here, but she couldn't see through that person. In fact, that person didn't even exist in the Daoist destiny she had evolved.

So tonight she went to test that person, but he was completely unmoved, not even showing any lustful thoughts, as if he had cut off all lustful desires.

That's fine then.

Fifty is the number of destinys, but forty-nine can be considered, and there will always be one variable.

"Your Highness Third Prince!?"

The man stopped in front of Su Youwan; he was an elderly man with white hair.

The Imperial Preceptor of the Liuli Dynasty, Yuheng of the Fifth Realm, was the late emperor's childhood playmate and also the elder of the recently deceased emperor.

He has dedicated his entire life to the continuation of the Liuli Dynasty, and he continues to do so today.

The Imperial Advisor looked at Su Youwan in disbelief: "Your Highness, are you going to stop me?"

Su Youwan nodded, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, revealing her beautiful neck with the movement, making her appear somewhat fragile, like a flower that blooms for only three days in spring. "Is that so? May I ask the Grand Preceptor not to interfere in tonight's affairs?"

"You support the Second Prince!?"

"it's not true."

The Imperial Advisor raised his precious mirror: "Then why is Your Highness blocking my way here?"

Su Youwan murmured, "It's all preordained."

"Then please forgive my rudeness!"

All the laws of the five realms were poured into the mirror. The Imperial Advisor intended to temporarily render the Third Princess incapable of moving before entering the palace to eliminate the traitors.

He was already late; someone had concealed his fate, causing him to misjudge.

With a soft pop, the air parted in an arc.

Su Youwan stretched out her beautiful, slender hand and tossed the birdcage into the air, the black cloth drawing back like a curtain to begin the grand performance.

The Imperial Advisor stared at his body in disbelief—he was completely unable to move.

"Your Highness, Third Prince!"

His voice was drowned out by the boiling shouts of battle below.

Looking at the flames filling the sky, Su Youwan said, "All living beings suffer."

The Imperial Advisor, trapped in a birdcage, trembled as he asked, "Your Highness has already broken through to the fifth realm?"

"Not yet, but it's almost there. My master told me to suppress my cultivation level."

Su Youwan locked the Imperial Preceptor in a birdcage, covered it with a black cloth, and left the sky above the palace. Before long, she arrived at another wooden star-gazing pavilion.

She waved her hand, and countless tiny, star-like fragments of light fell down before exploding.

"Your Highness, it's one thing to capture me, but why break the palace's magic array as well?"

Su Youwan did not reply.

The Imperial Advisor struggled violently inside the birdcage, trying to break free, but to no avail: "Your Highness's family affairs are none of my business, but Your Highness! The Second Prince has colluded with the traitors of the Blood Demon Palace! They have already borrowed the blood of immortals and now the blood of mortals. With the dragon vein unstable, they want to take the opportunity to steal the Demon-Suppressing Sword!"

The Second Prince was unaware of the Blood Demon Palace's intentions, but the Imperial Advisor did. Initially, he also believed it was just an ordinary coup, so he was unwilling to participate. However, just now, after calculating the number of days, he realized that he had been deceived and that disaster was imminent in Shangyujing.

So he rushed over, only to be stopped by Su Youwan.

"If we were to draw the sword, the capital city would be destroyed! This is an ancestral precept, Your Highness!"

The Bodhisattva, with eyes covered, felt neither joy nor sorrow.

Above the nine heavens.

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The monk who ate the hand was furious.

Compared to these people from small and medium-sized sects, he was undoubtedly much stronger, but there was a damned sword that stopped him wherever he went.

Several times the pill was right in front of him, but this damned sword light forced him to miss the opportunity.

"Who is it? Get out here, you little monk!"

The monks were furious, for everything had gone wrong since the Buddhist sect was besieged.

Originally, he and the Heart-Eating Monk were the only ones who came to seize the Heaven-Mending Pill, but they haven't seen the Heart-Eating Monk yet. The Heart-Eating Monk is struggling alone. He originally planned to finish the battle quickly, but he was repeatedly thwarted.

He formed his palm into a fist, chanted the five-word mantra, and slapped the person who wanted to snatch the elixir, causing them to vomit blood.

A huge, evil Buddha statue appeared behind him, its three heads grabbing another cultivator's leg and then snapping his shoulder in two.

With a painful scream, the monk grabbed the man's fallen hand, and before he could make a further move, the sword light arrived again.

"The Buddhist sect is as disgusting as ever. Are you even human?"

The sound drifted over.

On the roof of the attic, under the full moon, stood a man with a sword at his side and a wine gourd at his waist. He picked up the gourd, opened the spout, and took a sip of wine.

The monk with the eating hands said sharply, "Li Qingcao, do you think that my Buddhist sect is afraid of your Green Grass Sword Sect and wants to wipe us out?"

The man didn't turn around, but said to the moon, "What kind of question is that? Would you ask the moon, 'Are you the moon?'"

"Then let's see whose magic is superior!" The monk shouted fiercely, the wind carrying a menacing force as he lunged at the man: "This humble monk will cut open your chest, tear apart your internal organs, and take them back for us to enjoy!"

But halfway there, the monk who ate hands had changed his appearance. His body was covered with jet-black hair, which then grew in the wind and turned into countless black hands.

The man named Li Qingcao sighed, "You've ruined the atmosphere for drinking? Are you trying to imitate the Thousand-Hand Guanyin of Cihang Palace? Her hands are delicate and graceful, but yours look like an unshaven dog's paw."

He stood up unsteadily, looked up at the moon and took another sip of wine, then tiptoed and kicked a brick at the monk.

"Master often says, 'All dharmas originate from no dharma, and emptiness itself is emptiness.'"

The monk shattered the tile with a single punch, revealing a glint of cold light behind the brick.

Li Qingcao has already drawn his sword.

"Alright, judging from your many hands, they must be unhealthy. Let me prune your branches for you! After all, a person only has two hands and two legs."

With a single sword strike, most of the thousand hands behind the monk fell to the ground, corroding the stone pavement with countless holes.

Violent!
The monk suddenly vomited a bloody yellow substance. The unknown thing emitted a foul stench and then formed a hand-like worm that began to wriggle. However, its target was not Li Qingcao, but the houses of ordinary people on this street.

Li Qingcao frowned, and a long sword instantly transformed into several, falling from mid-air to the ground and pinning the disgusting thing to the ground.

When Li Qingcao turned around again, the monk who ate the hand had already vanished without a trace.

It seems he was terrified by that sword strike.

Li Qingcao smiled helplessly and shook the wine gourd.

The wine is gone.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the palace, as if a pricking sensation was spreading through him.

(End of this chapter)