Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 55. Palace Mistress Miaoyu
"Young master, when you exorcised the demon for me, you touched my entire body. Hmm, you touched me quite roughly. By the way, did you enter my dream at that time?"

Lu Changyuan asked calmly, "What do you mean by 'entering a dream'?"

The fairy then suddenly asked, "Between my senior sister and me, whose skin is smoother and more delicate?"

What are you talking about?

I don't understand at all.

Lu Changyuan turned around and looked at Xia Lianxue's playful smiling face. It was rare for the fairy to have such an expression.

She's like a vixen.

Xia Lianxue suddenly threw herself into Lu Changyuan's arms again, rubbing her little head against his clothes several times before turning away.

The fairy raised her hand.

Heaven and earth stagnated, and everything became as sluggish as a swamp.

The countless crimson tentacles that had been connecting to the blood moon were severed inch by inch, and the viscous, scarlet secretions spilled onto the ground, filling the surroundings with a nauseating stench.

The icy swamp in the sky roared, "Who?"

Xia Lianxue swayed lightly, and the mist seemed to disperse abruptly as if to avoid her, revealing the real moon shining upon her, as if draping her in a gentle veil.

The two moons in the sky then began to compete against each other.

Han Ze cultivates the True Moon Path; if he were to truly enter the Yao Guang realm, he would become the second moon.

The blood moon finally shone on Xia Lianxue.

Xia Lianxue didn't make any big movements. She just stood there, her white dress softening the passage of time, as if only her white dress existed in the world.

She no longer walked the path of mortal life, and thus the laws of the Seven Realms of Yao Guang fully blossomed, as if the entire Miaoyu Palace had been directly separated from time.

The fairy stretched out her hand and gently turned it with her other hand.

Time then began to rewind.

The tentacles that had not yet broken off began to shorten, retract, and eventually disappear. The Blood Moon gradually degenerated into the Cold Swamp Immortal.

The entire Miaoyu Palace was also retreating, along with the protective mountain array.

The shattered mountain gate and the broken white jade pavilion were gradually rebuilt. The broken bricks and tiles were pieced together bit by bit, and finally it became a magnificent hall, as if nothing had ever happened.

Master Hanze looked at Xia Lianxue in disbelief. She asked, "Palace Master?"

The blurry face of the palace master gradually emerged. Xia Lianxue no longer needed to prove herself above the seventh realm. The memories of all those who once remembered her naturally flowed back.

One of the myriad stars in the sky suddenly shone brightly.

Those were her stars, the proof that she had inscribed her path in the starry sky when she attained enlightenment.

Xia Lianxue looked at Han Ze and said, "I can't save you."

Although Hanze Zhenren lost the demonic body of the Blood Moon, it did not mean that she was no longer tainted by the lustful demon. Her ferocious face turned into blood light and rushed towards Xia Lianxue: "Palace Master, do you also want to stop me from becoming Yao Guang? Then I will also take you as the foundation of my path! As long as I become Yao Guang, my Miaoyu Palace will last for thousands of years."

The wind howled.

The person arrived.

Xia Lianxue said softly, "It was Han Lian who led you into the palace. It's been four hundred years since then. You've done a lot for Miaoyu Palace. You're more like the palace master than I am. I'm very useless."

The fairy waved her hand, and the clouds scattered.

A huge light suddenly shone in the darkness.

boom!
A massive bolt of lightning struck.

Heaven does not allow those who have become demons to remain in the world. The reason why Su Wuxiang was able to withstand the first tribulation lightning was because he still possessed a demonic body. However, now that Hanze Zhenren's demonic body has been reversed by Xia Lianxue, he naturally cannot withstand the tribulation lightning.

"I have no right to punish you, because you were corrupted by me."

What is the "desire" of Master Hanze?
In fact, unlike Su Wuxiang, she was not obsessed with the power of Yaoguang; what she wanted was to continue the legacy of Miaoyu Palace.

The first person to go to the forbidden area to investigate Palace Master Miaoyu was not Master Hanyi, but her.

True Master Hanze was certain that Palace Master Miaoyu was no longer in the forbidden area, and that the Dao was no longer manifest. Only then did he begin plotting to enter Yaoguang. However, he later concealed his true intentions and became obsessed, so he took a crooked path, eventually even considering sacrificing the disciples of Miaoyu Palace. Xia Lianxue looked at True Master Hanze sadly.

One after another, thunderclaps illuminated the entire night.

When everything returned to darkness, Master Hanze had vanished without a trace.

Of Miaoyu's three immortals, two are dead and one is injured, leaving only Immortal Hanqiu.

It seems that because Hanze Zhenren was punished by heaven, the sky shed tears to cleanse the world of its filth, making the rain even more desolate.

The clouds parted, revealing a golden hue underneath.

Xia Lianxue looked at the clouds, then turned her head away.

The stars that belonged to her in the sky shone again, but upon closer inspection, they appeared somewhat broken.

Her attempt to transcend worldly desires failed, and she naturally suffered considerable backlash.

But it didn't matter anymore. Xia Lianxue looked gently at Lu Changyuan. She had finally seen the person she wanted to see again.

The fairy walked to Lu Changyuan's side and took his hand: "Young Master?"

Lu Changyuan looked carefully at the sky, and the heavens seemed to be angry.

why?
Han Ze is already dead, so why hasn't the lightning tribulation disappeared yet?
The rain is getting heavier.

Xia Lianxue's soft voice drew Lu Changyuan's attention: "Young Master, come with me to get the Drunken Red Phoenix."

"What exactly is the Drunken Red Phoenix?"

The fairy was gentle and beautiful, so captivating that one couldn't look away: "Young master will find out soon."

When the wind blew and Lu Changyuan opened his eyes again, he had returned to the immortal mountain.

It was still that big tree, thatched cottage, and a lonely grave in the distance.

What are you doing here?

Xia Lianxue smiled playfully: "I hid the Drunken Red Phoenix inside the house. I'll go in and get it for you, young master."

Before Lu Changyuan could react, the little fairy skipped and hopped into the room.

She looks exactly like the little girl she was back then.

Lu Changyuan sighed, then sat down beside his own grave mound, where Lu Changyuan, also known as Chang'an Daoist, was buried.

He was thinking about something else.

Something he had suspected for a long time.

Why does he feel that this world is a game? Everything is so real, the memories are so vivid, and he even remembers the reason why he cultivated Taoism.

The Taoist of Chang'an cultivates the Way of Ruthlessness and the Way of Slaughter.

This is because the path of cultivation for the Taoist of Chang'an was not happy, and could even be described as powerless. The cultivation world in the past was much more chaotic than it is now. If you were weak, you were no longer human and would become food for others.

Some people said, "Others can eat it, but I can't? I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well eat it!"

Some people said, "Why not sacrifice a city of mortals to slay a great demon? Only by killing this great demon can more mortals live in the future!"

The chivalrous swordsman who roamed the land with his sword turned into a cold-blooded high-ranking official and a man-eating demon.

Demons eat people, the evil path eats people, the lustful demons eat people, but what about the righteous path? The righteous path is gradually turning into the evil path that eats people.

In this environment, everyone has gone mad!
The cold moon and warm sun erode human lifespan. One after another, the people the Taoist of Chang'an knew went astray, turning their faith into demonic possession. The world was filled with such filth that it was nauseating. Crying infants could be seen everywhere, and night ghosts ate people.

What could the Taoist priest of Chang'an do?
He was just an ordinary cultivator, not a savior or a chosen one. He only had a three-foot sword in his hand, so he tried to carve out a bright and clear world.

Did you make it?

He didn't know either.

But it's definitely better than before.

(End of this chapter)