Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 3.3. Fairy, do you want some noodles?
"I have already sent a message to my junior sister in the sect. She should be nearby and will be able to return to the sect in a few days."

Upon opening the door, one could hear the fairy's pale and weak voice.

Lu Changyuan placed the medicine on the wooden table in the room: "It might be a bit bitter, so I added Poria cocos, Aconitum carmichaelii, and Pinellia ternata."

Qiu Yuehan looked at Lu Changyuan without saying a word.

She still couldn't see the long road ahead.

This was the first time in all her years of cultivating immortality that she had encountered someone she could not see through at all.

“I have no reason to harm you, at least not now,” Lu Changyuan said, spreading his hands. “I’m just a country doctor who’s desperate for immortality.”

Qiu Yuehan didn't believe a word of this.

She became increasingly suspicious that Lu Changyuan was an old monster who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years.

half an hour.

Qiu Yuehan then took the medicine bowl and swallowed the medicine in small sips. Her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then she tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing her delicate neck, which was white with a rosy tint, dazzling to the eye.

The medicine tastes so bitter!

How can you endure such hardship!

Lu Changyuan's voice drifted over: "And who is the fairy's junior sister?"

"Another true disciple in the palace." Yao Ku's tongue was numb, but Qiu Yuehan remained calm: "There are two true disciples in the palace, my junior sister and I. My junior sister and I have a very good relationship."

"Between that fairy and that junior sister, who has a better chance of becoming the next young palace master?"

Qiu Yuehan lowered her eyes: "I don't know. I don't care about the position of young palace master."

Lu Changyuan couldn't read her expression; she seemed genuinely indifferent to the position of young palace master.

The words in the text were also quite clear.

Rumors circulated within the palace that Qiu Yuehan would be the next young palace master, but Qiu Yuehan herself didn't care. However, her junior sister was consumed by jealousy.

So, does that mean the problem lies with that junior female student?
Lu Changyuan then changed the subject: "Palace Master Miaoyu, are you already a seventh-realm Yao Guang cultivator?"

Qiu Yuehan nodded: "Not only that, the Palace Master has been in seclusion for a hundred years, seeking a path beyond the Seventh Realm."

"It's very difficult, above the seventh realm."

There are seven realms of cultivation, each a step towards the heavens. Once you reach the seventh realm, what you seek is the position above that realm, where you ascend to immortality.

Qiu Yuehan was certainly aware of this: "In the past three thousand years, only the Taoist of Chang'an has accomplished this."

Lu Changyuan was dumbfounded.

But I soon figured it out.

Five hundred years ago, he vanished from the face of the earth.

Given that at that time, the entire cultivation world combined couldn't defeat him, so the mysterious disappearance of this killing star couldn't possibly be due to assassination. It seems the only explanation is ascension.

Lu Changyuan got up and opened the window, letting the sunlight shine into the room: "I heard that Miaoyu Palace has only been established for less than five hundred years, yet your palace master has such profound knowledge that he has already glimpsed the Seven Realms."

The fairy couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

When the Taoist of Chang'an cleaned up the cultivation world back then, why didn't he clean up you, you old thing, as well?
"Not entirely. Although my palace has only been established for a few hundred years, it was quite famous before the turmoil."

Lu Changyuan had felt that the sword technique Qiu Yuehan had used not long ago looked familiar, but he didn't expect it might actually be an old acquaintance.

"Tell me more about it."

Qiu Yuehan said softly, "Actually, our palace used to be called Yuyue Immortal Palace, which only accepted women. But later, with the support of the palace master, we barely survived the turbulent hundred years. Countless disciples died or were injured. That's when we changed our name to Miaoyu Palace and accepted both men and women."

Lu Changyuan paused for a very rare moment, then gave a strange smile: "So, I guess I've caught a lucky break?"

Qiu Yuehan paused for a moment, then gave Lu Changyuan a strange look: "I suppose so. If you enter the palace in the future, you can also find your junior sisters in the palace as your Dao partners and ascend the Great Dao together. After all, you are not bad-looking."

Even from Qiu Yuehan's perspective, Lu Changyuan was a good-looking man.

"Let's put this matter aside for now, please move over there."

The fairy's pretty face was as white as snow.

Lu Changyuan replied matter-of-factly, "I'm very tired. I haven't slept all night. I'm just a mortal, not comparable to you immortals."

"you!"

“This is my home, right?” Lu Changyuan took off his coat and sat down on the edge of the bed without any hesitation. “You were seriously injured, and I understand your situation, so I’m giving you half of the bed to rest. If you’re not happy, you can go to the chair over there to rest, but I’m really sleepy.”

After killing the Heart-Eating Monk and not sleeping all night, Lu Changyuan was indeed quite tired after carrying Qiu Yuehan down the mountain.

Qiu Yuehan bit her red lips, too angry to say a word, so she pulled her little feet back and moved further inside.

Lu Changyuan lay down without any hesitation.

His bed now carried a woman's fragrance, which made Lu Changyuan feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Don't move!" Feeling like she was at the mercy of others, Qiu Yuehan finally managed to utter these words after a long pause.

no respond.

Lu Changyuan was already asleep.

Qiu Yuehan's beautiful eyes widened instantly.

Asleep!?

The fairy tilted her head in disbelief, looking at Lu Changyuan's face. Her eyes were already closed, and she was breathing evenly through her nose.

Inexplicable.

Qiu Yuehan was a little angry, but she didn't know why she was angry.

Finally, she closed her red lips tightly, sighed, and tugged at the blanket.

Lu Changyuan didn't have many blankets to begin with, and now he's completely out of blankets.

The room fell silent.

The fairy also closed her eyes, racing against time to recover her condition.

But I just couldn't calm myself down.

Get to the root of it.

It was because of the man lying next to her.

The most talented disciple of Miaoyu Palace was getting so close to a man for the first time in her life, even to the point of lying on the same bed.

Why is it that this man can fall asleep?

He threatened me and even cast magic runes on me, so why should I fall asleep?

Isn't he afraid of being beheaded by himself while he's asleep?

Even if his life is in the hands of the other man, is he really not afraid of going down with him to the death?

It is clear.

I'm not too afraid of the long road ahead.

~
When I woke up again, it was already another night, and the sound of cicadas was the only music in the night.

Lu Changyuan yawned; the fairy was no longer on the bed.

It's time to get something to eat.

After slightly straightening his wrinkled clothes, Lu Changyuan opened the door.

call!
The sword, imbued with power, cleaved a gash in the peaceful night.

The gentle breeze under the moon moved with the fairy's sword.

Qiu Yuehan is practicing her sword.

Lu Changyuan said, "Your injuries haven't healed, and you're still practicing swordsmanship?"

The fairy remained silent, only her white robes fluttered in the wind.

After a long while, Qiu Yuehan finally sheathed her sword.

"If you don't practice for a day, you'll know it yourself; if you don't practice for seven days, your sect will know it; if you don't practice for a month, your enemies will know it; if you don't practice for a year, your own grave will know it."

Lu Changyuan patted the clothes on his side and said, "That makes sense."

Qiu Yuehan stared intently at Lu Changyuan. Just then, a cloud came in, obscuring half of her face, and it was this half that revealed her current vulnerability: "What did you think of my sword just now?"

"very good."

"Any other thoughts?"

Lu Changyuan shook his head: "No, I'm going to get something to eat."

Want to get his long-term guidance for free? No way.

Moreover, he had never practiced the swordsmanship of Miaoyu Palace, so how would he know the intricacies of it?

Moreover.

Even the thirteenth sword technique from Miaoyu Palace is just so-so.

"I'm going to cook noodles, do you want some?"

Qiu Yuehan turned her back to Lu Changyuan, remained silent for a while, and then said, "Eat."

(End of this chapter)