In The Cultivation World, Are There Only Demonesses Left?

Chapter 51 : The Fairy Falls into the Mortal Dust



Chapter 51: The Fairy Falls into the Mortal Dust

The gloomy wind, carrying blood, had already swept toward her face.

Caught unprepared, Qiu Yuehan was blown up by the wind, about to fall into the blood pool.

Once she fell into it, her cultivation would instantly be tainted, and then she would be devoured completely by Bloodfang’s blood slaves.

So uncomfortable, her breakthrough was stuck halfway.

What exactly was the Red Dust Sword Dao?

Why had that old monster not made it clearer!

If, on that day, she had endured that trace of embarrassment, explained to her Junior Sister that it was a debate on Dao, and then properly asked that old monster what the Red Dust Sword Dao was, it would have been better.

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Qiu Yuehan bit her lip, her expression solemn.

She was prepared to shatter her unfinished Dao and fight desperately.

But the sudden heat that flowed onto her shoulder made her abandon the thought.

She suddenly heard Lu Changyuan’s voice.

“Take a good look at the mortal dust.”

What followed along the demon mark was a state of mind—an emotionless state of mind as though existing within the mortal dust.

Qiu Yuehan seemed to see the mortal path Lu Changyuan had once walked again.

It seemed clear yet unclear.

Amidst the mountains and rivers, a trace of mortal dust intent quickly emerged.

Thus, the fairy fell into the mortal dust, and the sword in her hand turned into a silken thread wrapped around her fingers.

Qiu Yuehan murmured: “One sword… from the West.”

Borrowing this wisp of mortal dust qi, the barrier of Heavenly Balance shattered.

With the force of breakthrough surging forth, imprinted upon Bloodfang’s ferocious visage, Qiu Yuehan’s heart was as calm as still water, yet she slashed out an extremely domineering sword.

The Hell of Eight Sufferings was instantly leveled.

With mortal dust tempering the heart, the fairy swept away the demons.

Beneath the blood-sea moon, Qiu Yuehan held her sword and entered the Dao.

“Cough!”

The hell before her dissipated inch by inch.

Supporting herself on her sword, Qiu Yuehan half-knelt on the ground.

The joy of breaking through could not erase her wounds.

Her organs felt as if they had been completely disordered, and the pain was unbearable.

Fortunately, Bloodfang was dead, and she still had time to breathe.

“Must… save people.”

At some unknown moment, a dense fog had risen around, obscuring all vision.

Qiu Yuehan was just about to rise when she found herself unable to control her body—she was lifted up.

Pop~

The air began to twist strangely.

Someone spoke softly: “Not a bad sword.”

Startled, Qiu Yuehan raised her head, only to find that at some point, a red figure had appeared before her.

Just looking at that red figure, Qiu Yuehan felt as though stabbed by needles, as if the sharpest thing under heaven was none other than this female immortal before her.

And Qiu Yuehan’s sword was trembling—not just trembling, but quivering in fear.

An enemy?

Qiu Yuehan once more forced herself upright, trying to lift her sword.

But the other merely extended her hand and lightly clenched.

Qiu Yuehan, both body and sword, froze in midair, utterly unable to move.

“Unafraid of powerful enemies, willing to fight to the death. Your temperament is not bad.”

The fairy finally saw clearly that red figure.

It was a young girl in red, looking not much older than herself, yet exuding a terrifying aura, as if even heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers would be split apart by a single sword of hers.

Hoarse, Qiu Yuehan asked: “Who are you?”

The red figure said: “White Domain Dao Sect, Jiang Jiayi.”

It was a name like thunder in her ears, so much so that Qiu Yuehan could no longer even think of resisting.

This person—

Was Seventh Realm, Jade Radiance.

Also the one who had broken through the gates of the Food-Buddha Palace with a single sword.

“Don’t move. No one else will see.”

The red-dressed girl stretched out her hand.

A wisp of red blurred the surroundings, hiding them from all others’ eyes.

She gently lifted Qiu Yuehan’s shoulder, then brushed open her robe slightly from the shoulder.

The Devour-Heart Demon Mark was exposed to the air.

Qiu Yuehan felt as though struck by lightning, her cheeks instantly flushing red.

Her identity as the slave beneath another’s seat, though she was the Jade Palace’s chief disciple, had been revealed!

Yet the red-dressed girl did not mock her, only said: “It is you. Come back with me.”

“Back where?”

“The White Domain Dao Sect.”

In her panic, Qiu Yuehan did not notice the look in the girl’s eyes.

If she had looked closely, she would have seen in them a trace of remembrance and envy.

True Person Han Ze instantly arrived at the place where True Person Han Yi had been the night before.

With a wave of her hand, the cracked earth that had been concealed was revealed.

The great formation of the Jade Palace, like butterfly wings, had a glaringly ugly hole torn into it here.

It was like a perfect white sheet of paper stained with a single drop of ink.

This was the gap in the formation.

True Person Han Ze touched the array, then a sword suddenly condensed in her hand.

With a slash, she cut even space itself apart, revealing the void within.

“Sneaking about—come out.”

From the place her sword had torn open, a trace of blood qi emerged.

Soon, that thick blood qi writhed and gathered into the form of a person.

“True Person Han Ze, such a fiery temper.”

“Qingxue? You do not stay properly in your Blood Demon Palace—yet you come to my Jade Palace to run wild?”

True Person Qingxue revealed a smile: “My Blood Demon Palace always goes wherever there are benefits to be had.”

True Person Han Ze shouted coldly: “If you think your Blood Demon Palace and the Canglan Sect alone can break through my Jade Palace’s gates, then today you shall be buried here!”

“Without preparation, we would not dare come. But your Palace Mistress Yao Guang has already transformed into Dao. Your Jade Palace’s immortal techniques—we must naturally learn a thing or two.”

“The Palace Mistress is merely in seclusion.”

Before her words had finished, True Person Qingxue’s Dao law arrived.

The sky suddenly rose with a gigantic blood-red skeleton large enough to cover half the night sky, swallowing True Person Han Ze in an instant.

True Person Qingxue said: “Han Ze, the Blood Demon Lord has long observed your Palace Mistress’s Dao. But the Dao traces of the Jade Palace Mistress no longer appear, and the Dao star of that path has vanished! The Jade Palace Mistress must no longer be in this world! Years ago, when your palace had a Yao Guang Dao trace appear, our palace did not put hope in it. Unfortunately, that Dao ultimately did not stand firm!”

He spoke of True Person Hanshui.

True Person Hanshui had forcibly broken through Jade Radiance but failed to imprint her Dao upon the three thousand stars to announce it to the world.

In the end, she still sat in death.

True Person Qingxue laughed grimly: “We came merely to test, yet unexpectedly can truly take it down. Heh. Everyone in your Jade Palace will become nourishment for my palace’s blood pools!”

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The glow of sunset shone upon the Jade Palace, as if to drag it into hell.

On the cliff, frost had already begun to form.

Though winter had not yet come, the cold of winter was already there.

It seemed the chill from the cliff’s depths, once unshackled, had surged up violently.

“Daoist Friend Han Qiu, is it here?”

True Person Han Qiu nodded: “Here it is. The Heaven-Purifying Dao Lotus lies below… Who severed my palace’s chains!”

She had already seen the marks on the chains.

“The Bright Moon Technique?”

There were only four people in the palace capable of cultivating the Bright Moon Technique to such a degree: the Palace Mistress and the three True Persons.

And since she, True Person Han Qiu, had been with True Person Han Ze all along, the one who had done this was obvious.

True Person Han Qiu said in disbelief: “Han Yi has actually betrayed the palace!”

She and Han Yi had known each other for no less than two hundred years within the palace.

That the other had suddenly betrayed the palace was truly hard for her to accept.

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