Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 4. Is this all you're going to give me to eat?
"This is all you're going to give me to eat?"

Qiu Yuehan frowned as she looked at Lu Changyuan and the boiled noodles in the pot.

Lu Changyuan tossed two pieces of firewood into the stove, the crackling sound mingling with his calm tone: "There are still pickled radishes in the cupboard."

He pickled them himself.

Crunchy.

It smells delicious.

Qiu Yuehan took a deep breath and finally nodded: "I'll go get the pickled radishes. Is there anything else?"

Lu Changyuan paused for a moment, as if he had made a great sacrifice, and said, "The villagers just gave you the eggs."

The fairy didn't turn around, nor did she speak.

She hadn't eaten mortal food in a long time, and she never expected that her first time eating it in all these years would be something like this.

Boil noodles in plain water.

No salt was even added.

Does this man even know how to cook?

Squeak.

Lu Changyuan and Qiu Yuehan turned around at the same time.

The wind outside blew in and opened the kitchen door.

There are two trees outside the kitchen, one is a pine tree and the other is also a pine tree. Both trees look like they are about to be broken by the wind.

Lu Changyuan calmly said, "It might rain. Please close the door, Fairy."

Qiu Yuehan glanced at Lu Changyuan: "It seems we won't be able to have noodles."

"But I'm hungry."

"I'm hungry, but I can't eat."

Lu Changyuan slowly stood up and sighed, "They came because of you, and now I have no food to eat."

Qiu Yuehan nodded, her eyes shining brightly in the firelight, stunningly beautiful: "Yes, but you have to come back to the palace with me, so we'll be together."

"How sure are you?"

Qiu Yuehan paused for a moment: "Win or live?"

Lu Changyuan was slightly surprised. Qiu Yuehan was in such a state, yet she could still win?
What are the chances of winning?

Qiu Yuehan shook her head: "It's impossible to win."

"Are you still joking with me at a time like this? What are your chances of surviving?"

"Less than 10%."

Damn it.

Qiu Yuehan was seriously injured, and Lu Changyuan had not yet embarked on the path of immortality; by any measure, this seemed like a dead end.

The fairy remained calm and composed: "You should have a way."

So, your trump card.

it's me?

Lu Changyuan stared at him: "Didn't your master teach you that when you're out in the world, you have to rely on yourself for everything?"

A hoarse hoot came from outside the door: "Gentlemen, have you finished talking? If you have, let's set off together."

A sudden stench of blood filled the surroundings, eventually condensing into a tangible blood mist, within which one could almost hear mourning cries.

Qiu Yuehan pursed her lips: "They are from the Blood Demon Palace."

Blood Demon Palace?

Which sect is this?

"The devil's path?"

"The Demonic Path." Qiu Yuehan suddenly drew her sword and swung it fiercely towards the door.

Lu Changyuan was surprised, and so were the people outside. This woman drew her sword without warning and went all out from the start.

The sword light spread out horizontally, cleaving the two trees at the entrance in half, and then pierced straight through the blood mist.

The world seemed to suddenly become clear.

But that was just an illusion.

The blood mist did not completely disappear, but instead lingered in the air, seemingly about to take shape.

"I only have this one sword."

After a day of recovery, Qiu Yuehan was still seriously injured and could only unleash this one sword strike. So after finishing the strike, she wrapped her arms around Lu Changyuan's waist and broke through the window to escape.

Of course, she wouldn't dare to gamble.

If Lu Changyuan were killed by the Blood Demon Palace, it seems she wouldn't survive either.

"Run up the mountain." Without Lu Changyuan needing to remind him, Qiu Yuehan led him, transforming into a streak of light and darting straight into the forest on the mountain.

"I can't hold on for long, at most fifteen minutes. If you have a solution, tell me quickly."

Confined in the soft embrace, Lu Changyuan said helplessly, "I'm just a mortal, what can I do?"

Qiu Yuehan glared at Lu Changyuan with hatred and sneered, "You only have a way to deal with me? What curse marks? You can threaten me with a wave of your hand?"

That being said, if it weren't for Lu Changyuan's demonic rune, Qiu Yuehan really wouldn't have been able to recover enough to unleash that sword strike.

The two continued up the mountain, and the blood mist gradually spread behind them. Wherever they went, flowers withered and grass perished, as if all life had been swallowed up.

Lu Changyuan suddenly said, "Two fourth realms are far from the fifth realm."

The cultivation of immortality has seven realms, divided into the lower four realms and the upper three realms.

Those two Blood Demon Palace cultivators were not yet at the Upper Realm.

Qiu Yuehan coldly replied, "I am only at the fourth realm, the Heavenly Authority Realm!"

But that's not actually the case. Qiu Yuehan is only one tribulation away from breaking through the lower four realms and entering the upper three realms, becoming an immortal in the eyes of mortals.

If she were at her peak, she could easily take on both of those Blood Demon Palace members, even if she fought them both.

boom!
A huge, bloody hand emerged from the soil, heading straight for Qiu Yuehan's leg.

Violent!
In an instant, Qiu Yuehan lost control of her speed and crashed into the tree along with Lu Changyuan.

"cough."

The fairy's black hair clung to her face: "If you have a way, hurry up, or we'll both die here today."

She was exhausted, and the wounds from the heart-eating monk's blows throbbed with pain, as if they were tearing her body apart.

Suddenly, the sound of wind breaking came from afar.

The two from the Blood Demon Palace will arrive soon.

Lu Changyuan shook his head, regaining his composure: "They came so slowly."

Qiu Yuehan nearly choked on her breath: "Stop talking nonsense, do you even have a solution?"

So Lu Changyuan looked towards the sky behind the woods.

There is a white mark there.

This white mark in the cultivation world spans two realms and has existed for five thousand years.

"Lend me your sword."

Qiu Yuehan gasped for breath, then tossed the sword to Lu Changyuan.

The sword had been with her ever since she began to cultivate her inner energy, and it had already been touched by Lu Changyuan yesterday.

It's no big deal to touch it again.

Lu Changyuan took the sword with ease, his left hand pointing outwards, his right hand holding the sword, and he stood there, looking somewhat strangely peculiar.

I was absolutely right.

This seemingly gentle and refined young man is actually a cunning old monster with countless tricks up his sleeve.

The fairy leaned against the tree, her white dress stained with mud. She looked delicate, but her words were quite powerful: "If I can return to the palace alive, you will have saved me twice, including the time before."

"Is this telling me that you are a grateful person?"

Qiu Yuehan's expression remained unchanged. She neither denied nor admitted it: "Living is the most important thing. Besides, my life is now yours. If I lose it, it's your loss."

Lu Changyuan twirled his sword, somewhat amused: "At this point, they'll say anything to bribe me."

This fairy from the clouds spoke even more directly than the people of the Hehuan Sect.

I don't know if she's a fairy or a demoness.

The blood mist arrived in an instant.

The two figures, now solidified from the mist, looked at Lu Changyuan with suspicion: "A mere mortal?"

Lu Changyuan smiled and said, "Just an ordinary mortal."

The two men exchanged a glance: "Kill."

The blood mist rushed towards him and arrived in front of Lu Changyuan in an instant.

The Blood Demon Palace's Bone-Melting Technique is so powerful that any mortal who touches it will die instantly, leaving not even a bone fragment behind. Yet, Lu Changyuan seemed oblivious to all of this, simply standing there, watching the blood mist.

Just as the fog was about to engulf him.

stab.

A beam of light pierced through the fog.

That was another sword, a longsword as gentle as water.

Someone said, "Senior sister, I'm late."

(End of this chapter)