Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 59. Determining the Pure and the Impure.

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The sound of rain is crisp and pleasant.

Lu Changyuan opened his eyes.

Before me was still the Miaoyu Palace, and in my arms was still the beautiful fairy.

They seemed to be in a pavilion, with gauze curtains and a plain bed; everything was so normal, except for the white skeleton lying in the corner.

"Sir?"

Xia Lianxue opened her eyes, and Lu Changyuan hummed in response before walking up to the skeleton and examining it closely.

The Six Realms Open to the Sun.

This skeleton was a sixth-level Kaiyang cultivator in life.

"Young Master, is this Senior Sister Han Lian?!"

Xia Lianxue exclaimed in surprise; she recognized the skeleton.

Lu Changyuan couldn't help but glance sideways and repeat, "Han Lian?"

He remembered that Xia Lianxue had spoken in the heavens not long ago about Han Lian leading Han Ze onto the path to immortality.

"Yes, young master, Senior Sister Han Lian is another disciple of our master. She entered the palace about a hundred years earlier than me. When I entered the palace, she was already at the fifth level."

Han Lian is a bit older than Han Shui.

Xia Lianxue squatted down, somewhat sadly: "The one who used illusion magic to create that town back then was Senior Sister Hanlian. I often bullied her afterward."

The little fairy later developed a bad temper, and when she was in a bad mood, she liked to hit people. As the one who severed ties with the mortal world, Han Lian naturally couldn't avoid being beaten.

But about three hundred years ago, Han Lian suddenly disappeared.

It was very sudden, without any warning, and no one knew where she went. Miaoyu Palace searched for her for several years without finding her. They never expected that she would disappear into the painting.

Hearing Xia Lianxue's interruption, Lu Changyuan remembered such a person: "She cultivates the Illusion Moon Path?"

"Yes, Senior Sister Han Lian cultivates the Illusion Moon Path."

Is the Illusionary Moon Path the same as that of the Red Phoenix Ancestor?
Suddenly, a very festive suona horn blared from somewhere, so loud it was almost unbearable to the ears.

Lu Changyuan and Xia Lianxue exchanged a glance, then opened the door to the attic and looked outside.

A light drizzle was falling from the sky, still that unsettling ink-like rain, but the most eerie thing was the surrounding environment.

Apart from the pavilion where they were, all the other scenery seemed to have been pulled out of a painting. The ethereal pavilions were only in black and white, and the majestic halls were like a solid ink painting.

Is the world only divided into black and white?

The sound of the suona grew closer, and suddenly a splash of red appeared in the distance; the suona was coming from this splash of red.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a whole group of ink-wash painting figures, each wearing red festive silk ribbons in front of them and large red paper flowers on their chests.

Is this a wedding procession?
The ink-painting figure playing the suona walked up to Lu Changyuan in a few steps and bowed deeply.

"Sir, why are you still here? If you don't go soon, you'll miss the auspicious time."

Auspicious time?

Lu Changyuan found it amusing; he wanted to see what this damned Ancestor Hongluan was up to: "What auspicious time?"

The ink-wash artist said, "Today is your joyous day, why are you still here? Come quickly with us."

"My big day? How interesting, I wonder who I'm going to marry?"

Xia Lianxue hugged Lu Changyuan tightly. The little fairy blinked her eyes. She knew that the two of them were in a dangerous situation, but she couldn't help but have wild thoughts.

Shuimo Ren hurriedly said, "Of course it's Miss Hongluan. You two are childhood sweethearts. Miss Hongluan has achieved great success in her cultivation, yet she has not forgotten our past affection. That's why Miss Hongluan brought you to the Immortal Palace to marry you."

"Could it be the Red Phoenix Ancestor of the Feather Moon Immortal Palace?"

The ink-wash artist nodded repeatedly: "That's right, that's right, but the patriarch doesn't want you to call her patriarch. She said it makes her sound old, and it's better to call her Miss Hongluan."

Lu Changyuan took the little fairy's hand and said, "But I already have a wife here. Could it be that your Miss Hongluan is going to be my concubine?" Shui Moren said, "What are you talking about? There's no one with you. Hurry up and come with me to the wedding ceremony, or we'll miss the auspicious time."

This group of ink-painting artists seems unable to see Xia Lianxue?

Lu Changyuan was too lazy to waste any more words. With a single sword strike, he wiped out the entire group of ink-wash figures. The ink-wash figures turned into ink, and the red silk turned into a blood-like color, which was quickly diluted and disappeared by the rain falling from the sky.

Xia Lianxue said playfully, "Young Master is truly blessed with many beauties. First, there was the junior grandmaster of Cihang Palace, then the chief disciple of Miaoyu Palace, then the Palace Master of Miaoyu Palace, and now even the ancestor of Yuyue Immortal Palace is going to be married by you."

Lu Changyuan tapped Xia Lianxue's head with his hand, annoyed: "What are you thinking about?"

Xia Lianxue hugged Lu Changyuan's arm: "It would be good to marry him."

Perhaps because Lu Changyuan was by her side, the little fairy gave up thinking.

Okay.

Lu Changyuan couldn't help but think that it was better not to tell this little fairy that their ancestor had set his sights on her youthful and beautiful body.

Xia Lianxue smiled gently, as if she had nothing to fear as long as Lu Changyuan was by her side: "Young Master, I really don't mind if you marry a few more."

Lu Changyuan tapped her on the head again.

The sound of the suona horn rang out again.

The group of ink-painting figures reappeared before the two of them.

"My lord, please come with me quickly, or we will miss the auspicious time."

Lu Changyuan squinted, then looked up at the sky. The white streak was not visible in the sky here; they were probably in a painting.

How do we get out?
To slice open the scroll with a sword?

That's not very realistic.

Why did that Hongluan Ancestor do this?

What kind of play was this wedding?

"My lord? My lord! Miss Hongluan is already waiting."

"Young master, would you like to go and take a look?"

Lu Changyuan used the "Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique" to make a dot between Xia Lianxue's eyebrows.

Xia Lianxue asked in confusion, "Young Master?"

"Come on, let's go take a look."

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Jiang Jiayi frowned deeply.

She had already killed the Red Phoenix Ancestor in front of her thirteen times, and each time he was able to revive.

Too difficult.

She looked up and saw that the rain had stopped, but the entire Miaoyu Palace was now hazy and indistinct, as if it were about to disappear.

Above the entire Miaoyu Palace is a huge landscape painting. Every time Jiang Jiayi kills the illusory Hongluan Ancestor, a new Hongluan Ancestor will be generated in the painting.

The most troublesome thing is that this Ancestor Hongluan has similar strength to the seventh realm, so it is not easy for Jiang Jiayi to deal with him.

It would take five sword strikes to kill the opponent.

"Is the entire Miaoyu Palace the price for rebirth?"

Jiang Jiayi snorted coldly.

Too lazy to fight with the Red Phoenix Ancestor any longer, she simply pointed her sword directly at the painting.

An extremely pure sword intent slowly rose from her body, and the space in all directions was suddenly torn apart. The endless momentum gradually accumulated and finally became an extremely terrifying torrent.

Qiu Yuehan stared intently at the swordsman's sword, but her hand rested on her ankle, where a jade bracelet hung—the only thing her parents, whom she had never met, had left her.

Now, the bracelet is so tight it's causing her pain.

(End of this chapter)