Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 87. In the Mist
Familiar streets, familiar scenery.

Everything seems to be exactly the same as it was 1,700 years ago.

The illusory spirits passed by Lu Changyuan, as if Lu Changyuan were the only being in the entire Underworld traveling in reverse.

Soon, a cluster of red spider lilies suddenly appeared in front of them.

It seems another unlucky soul couldn't find a place to stay and died that night.

Lu Changyuan bypassed the spider lilies and continued walking forward. Not far away was a building that looked like a restaurant. According to the spirit, Mei Zhaozhao probably lived in the small house behind it.

"Ok?"

Before Lu Changyuan even got close, he heard a loud commotion.

As he took two steps closer, the door of the house suddenly flew away, grazing Lu Changyuan's ear.

what happened?

From the darkness, a blood-soaked humanoid creature crawled out.

It crawled on all fours, its posture twisting and turning like a lizard, its nails having grown into long, sharp claws that gleamed eerily in the darkness.

Most horrifyingly, a woman's head was impaled on the sharp claws, her long hair hanging down, still dripping blood.

"Xiao Hai?"

Lu Changyuan frowned.

"careful!"

Mei Zhaozhao, dressed entirely in black robes, leaned against the doorway, her left hand covering the wound on her right shoulder.

She wasn't quite sure what had happened either.

Not long ago, Xiao Hai's blood surged, and he suddenly launched an attack. Caught off guard, Wang Lian died directly at Xiao Hai's hands, while Xiao Hai's body exploded completely, blood piercing his skin and turning him into the blood-soaked figure he is today.

Lu Changyuan asked coldly, "What happened?"

Mei Zhaozhao felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. She gritted her teeth and shook her head: "I don't know either. He seems to have gone mad. He is incredibly strong now, it's terrifying."

When Lu Changyuan mentioned Duan Nian, he hadn't forgotten the purpose of his visit: "Miss Mei, where is Xiao Qingfeng's memorial tablet?"

"When I was fighting with Xiao Hai just now, Xiao Hai ate it!"

Xiao Hai suddenly charged forward, and Lu Changyuan, who met it head-on, was forced to take a half-step back.

The cultivators who were originally at the first level now possessed immense strength, and Lu Changyuan could not gain any advantage.

Just as Lu Changyuan was about to strike again with his sword, countless black spirits emerged from the surrounding shadows. They were clad in armor and twisted as they gathered together.

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Before Su Youwan could even say "be careful," Lu Changyuan had already disappeared. She could only sigh, then obediently closed the door and returned to bed.

All we need to do is wait here for Lu Changyuan to return.

A silver needle appeared in her hand, and then the girl gently raised her hand, and Su Youwan threaded the needle through the line of fate that only she could see.

After a long silence, the silver-haired girl pinched her cheek, her red pupils devoid of any emotion: "Left Protector of the Sun and Moon Palace, Su Wuxiang; Right Protector, Lu Changyuan."

She murmured softly, repeating, "The Right Protector's path is long, I never imagined he would be a young man."

From Su Youwan's perspective, Lu Changyuan was indeed a good son.

Appearance is not an important factor among cultivators. Most cultivators are handsome, but it is indeed rare to see someone as good-looking as this.

The last time I saw someone so good-looking was probably when I met my master.

Su Youwan couldn't help but think that in the end, all cultivation would probably result in skeletons without spirits, only good-looking on the outside, unlike Lu Changyuan who was interesting.

She suddenly realized something: what she found interesting about Lu Changyuan was precisely his resemblance to an ordinary person.

Humans need to eat and sleep; they take off their clothes when it's hot in summer and put on more clothes when it's cold in winter.

Lu Changyuan seems to be the same, especially in terms of his excellent sleep quality.

Is this also a form of spiritual practice?

As Su Youwan thought about the long road ahead, she inexplicably felt very calm, as if she were watching butterflies fluttering in spring, their gentle feathers drifting across the clouds and eventually tinged with color.

It's like accidentally tasting the sesame candy I loved as a child after growing up, memories welling up in my heart, and finally, the sweetness spreading like clouds.

It's a feeling that's hard to describe.

It's probably a call.

The mortal world?

Su Youwan suddenly felt a pang of longing for her master. Since entering Cihang Palace at the age of seven, she had embarked on her cultivation journey under her master's guidance until she chose her destined path and her own way, after which her master stopped caring about her.

Instead, she was told to go and see the world for herself.

She met many people and witnessed the diverse lives of people in the Liuli Dynasty, but none of this really moved her.

From Su Youwan's perspective, things can be roughly divided into black and white, things that need to be managed, and things that shouldn't be managed.

It's probably about preventing cultivators from oppressing ordinary people.

Many people say she is a Bodhisattva who transcends all emotions.

Actually not.

Su Youwan felt that she was never some detached bodhisattva, but rather someone who was striving with all her might on the path of seeking enlightenment.

Now, after fifteen years of cultivating Taoism, she has begun to tire of the Taoist robes she wears. Wherever she goes, people call out, "You are the little grandmaster of Cihang Palace."

The lotus crown, blindfold, and birdcage seemed to have become her symbols. She was extremely uncomfortable with these things and those respectful voices. If she could, she would like to retreat into the deep mountains and forests to cultivate Taoism and not care about worldly affairs.

Her master once told her, "The Heavenly Dao is not the Heavenly Dao of the human race, but you can be the destined Heavenly Dao of the human race."

Su Youwan didn't understand this sentence.

Master also said: "The mortal world is right in front of you. If you can see it, it is the mortal world; if you can't see it, it is the Supreme Being."

Su Youwan didn't understand what he meant either.

No.

I've come to understand some things recently.

Perhaps the mortal world is not just the human world.

think about it.

What is the mortal world? It is anything that makes you feel alive.

After giving up on finding the mortal world, the silver-haired girl found something that seemed to become her mortal world.

Su Youwan only recently found out.

The man's cheeks were warmer than the girl's, and his hands were also larger, just big enough to cover her head.

Not only that, but men can keep the blankets warm while they sleep, unlike her, whose blankets are still cold even after a whole night.

Once you get married, you'll have a man to warm your bed.

Su Youwan couldn't help but think this way.

Bang, bang, bang.

The cage not far away suddenly trembled and almost fell to the ground. Su Youwan looked over and her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"No."

That's what the silver-haired girl said.

She got out of bed, pulled back the black cloth, and unlike what Lu Changyuan had seen, a lovely bird with pure white, flowing feathers and red eyes appeared in the cage.

A caged bird, that's her too.

That's why when Lu Changyuan asked her what was in the cage, she answered that it was Youwan.

The birds seemed very happy to see her, hopping and chirping.

Everything is unobstructed.

"Be good, you can't come out yet, wait a few more years."

She cannot release her emotions from the cage until she attains enlightenment and attains the Dao of Yao Guang.

Bang bang bang.

There's a knock on the door.

Who? Young Master Lu is back?

Su Youwan covered the cage again.

Darkness once again swallowed her emotions, and she naturally did not see the faint, spreading red on the snow-white bird feathers.

(End of this chapter)