Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 71. The Underworld
Wind and rain intertwined.

Amidst the wailing of countless ghosts, someone walked by calmly.

This is a road whose destination is unknown. The surroundings are dark and viscous, like a path from the deepest hell to the human world, or a dark road leading to the past.

pat.

A pair of hands reached out from the darkness and touched the black road, as if groping for something.

soon.

pat pat pat.

More hands reached out from the darkness, waving as if to touch the people walking on the road.

It was a young man with a calm face, holding a long sword, and so cold that he seemed inhuman.

"I'm going out. Anyone who tries to stop me will die."

He said so.

A fire rose in the darkness, its light illuminating the boy's calm, unwavering eyes.

The boy then said, "I will not be your ruler. Your ruler will return on his own, so I am going out."

Its daybreak.

Lu Changyuan opened his eyes.

It seems like I dreamt about things from the past.

So soft.

Ok?
A girl's ethereal voice drifted over: "Get up if you're awake."

Lu Changyuan then realized that the soft thing under his head was not a pillow, but the girl's elastic thighs.

He actually slept with his head on the silver-haired girl's lap all night?
Lu Changyuan spoke first: "What happened?"

“You turned over in your sleep in the middle of the night and ended up lying on my lap. I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn’t wake you up.”

The silver-haired girl spoke in an extremely indifferent tone, seemingly not taking the matter to heart.

"Is that really true?"

Lu Changyuan remembers that he was very disciplined when he slept; he would always be in the same position when he woke up as when he was in the same position when he closed his eyes.

Su Youwan was blindfolded, and Lu Changyuan couldn't see her eyes, but he inexplicably sensed a hint of a smile on the girl's face behind the white cloth.

The girl said, "Could it be that I put your head on my lap while you were asleep?"

Lu Changyuan did not want to argue about the matter any further, so he said, "Let's continue on our way, Third Prince."

He touched his cheek, which seemed a little damp, but he didn't pay attention to it. After a night of recuperation, he could now move around freely without needing anyone's help.

My left eye suddenly twitched.

The Underworld is about to be reborn.

understood.

You don't need to tell me, I can calculate the days myself.

I lived in that godforsaken place for almost a hundred years; it felt as familiar as home.

Lu Changyuan had already planned to go to the Underworld, and he would have gone even without his eyes reminding him.

Legend has it that in the underworld there is a River Styx, whose origin and destination are unknown, and whose light can illuminate one's own path.

The sun and moon dials are lost in the underworld.

This surprised Lu Changyuan. The sundial was once the treasure of the Sun and Moon Palace. After the Sun and Moon Palace was destroyed, this thing returned to the Underworld.

This gives us another reason to go to the Underworld.

"Young Master Lu?"

Lu Changyuan snapped out of his daze: "Let's go."

Clang! Before the two even reached the bottom of the stairs, they saw an old man chasing something.

The road ahead is long and it's unlikely to collapse.

Because he was chasing a memorial tablet, a wooden tablet that was now jumping and running around on the ground.

what's the situation?
The old man suddenly lunged forward and hugged the memorial tablet to his arms. Strangely enough, the tablet lifted the old man up, making him hop and jump like a frog.

The old man cried out several times from the fall, finally muttering, "Ancestor, stop jumping around, ancestor."

That's interesting. Lu Changyuan stared at it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what was so mysterious about the memorial tablet. Perhaps it was someone's wishful thinking that was causing trouble by attaching something to the tablet.

The old man carefully wiped the memorial tablet, then smiled apologetically at Lu Changyuan and made way for him.

"I'm sorry, you two young men, but my ancestor's memorial tablet has been acting strangely lately, it just likes to jump around."

There are plenty of bizarre things in the cultivation world, so this one is nothing new.

The old man said again, "Alas, the descendants are unfilial, so the ancestors have shown their power."

Lu Changyuan didn't take the matter to heart, but Su Youwan said, "Young Master Lu is almost a memorial tablet. If I were to bring a memorial tablet to see Miss Xia, what kind of expression would she have?"

"Isn't the Third Prince's imagination a little too vivid?"

It was said that Su Youwan had a good imagination, and Lu Changyuan did imagine the scene.

The silver-haired girl, blindfolded and holding a memorial tablet, looked rather like a widow.

The two left the spot and quickly set up the lotus platform.

Su Youwan tightened her body: "You sit in the back, and I'll sit on your lap."

Previously, Lu Changyuan was lying in the girl's arms, but now the positions have changed, and the girl is leaning against Lu Changyuan's arms.

The silver-haired girl didn't seem to notice anything amiss, or perhaps she simply didn't care, and continued to operate the lotus platform.

Seemingly feeling unwell, the girl suddenly shifted her body and snuggled slightly into Lu Changyuan's arms before saying, "The memorial tablet that the old man is holding has Xiao Qingfeng's name on it."

Lu Changyuan shook his head: "I've never heard of it."

"Yes, me too."

Talented individuals in the cultivation world are as numerous as carp crossing a river, dying one generation after another. However, without Yao Guang illuminating his own star, he would always have to fear the Demon of Desire.

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The old man, still clutching the memorial tablet, left the inn with a sheepish grin.

Nobody paid any attention to him.

He slowly walked out the door and headed west, but was stopped after only a few steps.

A charming, seductive voice rang out: "Old brother, I have some questions I'd like to ask you. Could I take a moment of your time?"

The old man trembled as he raised his head, only to find that the other person, though smiling, was an extremely pretty woman.

In the cultivation world, strength speaks volumes. He was only at the first realm, while the person in front of him possessed the aura of the third realm. What could the other party possibly want from him?
"Who is your Excellency?"

The woman chuckled and gently stroked the old man's cheek. In just one stroke, the old man felt as if his soul was about to fly away.

"Hehuan Gate, Wang Lian."

He's from the Hehuan Sect? What does the Hehuan Sect want with him?
"I heard that you came from the Huasheng Sect. I remember that a few hundred years ago, a senior of the Huasheng Sect attained enlightenment, entered Kaiyang, and even went to the Underworld. He left behind a notebook. Could I borrow it to take a look?"

Her voice was sweet and delicate, as if not showing it to her would be a heinous crime.

"That is true. If you want the notes, please take them. Even my unworthy grand-disciple can't understand them."

He took out a small booklet from his pocket and respectfully handed it to Wang Lian.

Wang Lian didn't take it, but instead giggled and rested her face on the old man's chest: "I don't steal people's things. I see that you are still vigorous despite your age. May I ask what your name is?"

The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiao Hai."

Wang Lian then said, "How about this, I have some things to take care of. Why don't you come with me, Brother Xiao? I won't treat you badly. I have some skills that can show you what paradise is."

Xiao Hai couldn't take his eyes off the woman's soft body, and before he knew it, he nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you."

(End of this chapter)