Are There Only Demonesses Left in the Cultivation Realm?

"So you two used to be close?"

Kai Yang’s Power stirred, and Lu Changyuan found himself bound on the nearby bed.

"From now on, you’re not allowed to mention other women in front of me."

Lu Changyuan thought, ’Weren’t you the one who asked?’

He tried to struggle free, but it was as if he’d been caught in a Time Technique. Whenever he tried to leave the bed, he would instantly be sent back to the moment before he’d made the attempt.

"She should have passed on by now. The Sun and Moon Palace is gone, and even its palace-guarding treasure has returned to the Netherworld."

If the Sun and Moon Palace Master wasn’t dead, the Sun and Moon Gnomon shouldn’t have returned to the Netherworld.

"Young Master, you’ll be gone for a long time again on this trip, won’t you?"

The Fairy’s voice was gentle, as refreshing as an autumn breeze.

But Lu Changyuan broke out in a cold sweat.

He had a bad feeling. "Wait, my injuries haven’t healed yet."

"I’ll restore you, Young Master."

’Is this how you’re supposed to use a Time Taoist Skill?’

"Young Master, if you’re going to ’eat’ my senior sister in the future, you’re not allowed to hide it from me!"

Lu Changyuan thought, ’What is she even talking about? My relationship with Qiu Yuehan is completely innocent.’

The Little Fairy piled up her hair, her beautiful black tresses cascading down her fair white back, making her tender skin look all the more delicious. Her lips brushed against Lu Changyuan’s ear.

Her voice whispered.

"Eight times. Not one less."

The Little Fairy’s smile was innocent, but her words were enough to make one’s heart race. Her hands were a bit cold, like melting snow, sending a faint chill through him. Her cherry-red feet curled slightly, slowly rubbing against Lu Changyuan’s leg.

Her hands and feet led the dance.

These days, it’s not easy to be a breakfast vendor. You have to get up before dawn to prepare and ferment the dough, then pound and knead it into shape.

It’s strenuous work—quite difficult and very tiring.

Lu Changyuan felt he had the potential to be a master dough kneader.

The sky was beginning to lighten.

The Little Fairy knelt to tidy up a bit, then lay back down on the bed, hugging Lu Changyuan’s arm.

Lu Changyuan sighed. His back felt a little sore.

They hadn’t stopped all night. His injuries weren’t even healed; she had forcefully used her Time Technique to constantly refresh his stamina, which was the only reason he’d managed to endure.

Xia Lianxue, however, seemed far from satisfied. She snuggled her head into the crook of Lu Changyuan’s neck, breathing in his scent greedily.

Suddenly, the sound of a bamboo flute drifted from outside the window.

The melody was long and lingering, stirring improper thoughts in anyone who heard it.

In a few steps, Lu Changyuan got up, walked to the door, and pulled it open. There, under the pre-dawn moon, a blindfolded, Silver-haired Maiden was playing a bamboo flute.

The moonlight, like liquid silver, washed over her hair, making it shine brilliantly.

Lu Changyuan found this all rather baffling. "What is the Third Prince doing?"

The Silver-haired Maiden said, "I was just playing the flute to pass the time. Did it not sound pleasant? I was taught by the court’s master musicians since childhood. My skill with both the zither and flute should be passable."

To be honest, the Third Prince’s flute playing was quite good—excellent, even. It was clear she had spent a lot of time practicing.

It was just that the timing and the choice of song were a bit off.

The Third Princess said abruptly, "I hear Young Master Lu is going to the Netherworld. As it happens, that’s on my way."

To enter the Netherworld, one had to pass through the intersection of the Black and White Realms. Since the Third Princess was returning to the Black Realm, she could naturally travel with Lu Changyuan.

Lu Changyuan asked in confusion, "Third Prince, are you going to the Netherworld or returning to the Black Realm?"

"I’m very interested in the Netherworld. As a cultivator, one must naturally witness all kinds of sights. Since I have the chance, it would be wonderful to go and have a look."

’Well, that settles that.’

’She’s here already, might as well.’

"Young Master?"

Xia Lianxue, who had somehow already gotten dressed, peeked her head out from behind Lu Changyuan.

The Little Fairy looked at the blindfolded, Silver-haired Maiden, and the atmosphere instantly froze.

Su Youwan didn’t say anything else. She put away her bamboo flute, picked up her birdcage, and slowly walked away.

She hadn’t taken more than a few steps.

But then she spotted someone else perched furtively on the rooftop. With her black hair fluttering and her exceptional figure, it was none other than Qiu Yuehan.

Su Youwan looked at Qiu Yuehan and parted her lips to speak. "Didn’t you leave earlier?"

Qiu Yuehan had started to leave, but halfway there, she remembered that she was supposed to ask Lu Changyuan to move her Demon Pattern, so she had been waiting outside.

She originally thought it would be over in a moment.

She never expected she’d end up standing outside in the autumn wind for so long.

All the while having to endure the Demon’s Voice boring into her ears. Qiu Yuehan felt like she was going crazy.

Su Youwan said softly, "You call Young Master Lu ’Master’. If you’re disobedient in the future, you’ll be disciplined like that, too."

"Disciplined? What kind of discipline?"

Qiu Yuehan looked completely bewildered.

Su Youwan said, "Being stripped naked, forced to kneel on the ground, and slapped. Didn’t you hear it just now? I hear some masters even use rod-based education on their disciples."

Qiu Yuehan sometimes felt quite helpless.

She knew she wasn’t the strange one, but when standing in a crowd of strange people, she became the odd one out.

The Silver-haired Maiden looked away from Qiu Yuehan and slowly walked back to her temporary room.

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There was still some time before the sky would truly brighten.

Su Youwan opened the window. She felt that the things she had been seeing recently were a bit strange.

Ever since she committed to cultivating the Destined Celestial Dao, she would occasionally see blurry visions of the future, or the past.

Recently, she would sometimes see a single sword strike.

It was a strike so brilliant that it made heaven and earth lose their color, a strike that made her heart tremble in fear. If she looked closely, she could almost make out that the person wielding the sword was Lu Changyuan.

She stood in the heavens, and it seemed Lu Changyuan intended to kill her, unleashing that single strike.

Su Youwan had no intention of telling Lu Changyuan about this.

Perhaps the scene of Young Master Lu raising his sword to the heavens had left too deep an impression on her, causing it to meld into this strange vision.

’It’s all Young Master Lu’s fault.’

Su Youwan’s thoughts drifted elsewhere.

She wasn’t some man-eating demon, nor did she have a fetish for eating people.

While Lu Changyuan was asleep, she had tested her theory a little.

It wasn’t that kind of appetite. So what was it?

Su Youwan didn’t know where this appetite came from either.

At first, Su Youwan thought it was a mutual attraction between Supreme Beings, but that wasn’t right. Because after Lu Changyuan broke through the Supreme state, the attraction grew even stronger.

Su Youwan couldn’t figure it out, so she stopped trying.

As someone who cultivated the Destined Celestial Dao, she believed in going with the flow. Things she didn’t know now, she would eventually come to understand.

She just had to live long enough.

Dawn was approaching, and the moon was about to disappear.

She was extremely fond of the moon. The sun was too fierce and would burn one’s eyes, but the moon was different. The moon was eternally lonely and brilliant, emitting a soft, gentle light.

Besides, the moon was very much like the color of her hair.

Su Youwan suddenly recalled something she had said many years ago, when the Immortal from the Compassionate Palace came to the Glazed Immortal Dynasty, found her, and asked if she wanted to return with them to pursue cultivation.

"I’m a girl. I’ll have to get married eventually."

But she was only seven years old back then. What could she have known about getting married? The words had simply come to her in a moment of inspiration, and so she had spoken them.

A few years ago, her master had told her that if she ever found someone she fancied, she should find a way to tie them up, bring them back, and imprison them for a few years. Once that person could no longer leave her, she could marry them.

Su Youwan felt this wasn’t very realistic.

She had already locked her emotions away in the birdcage to cultivate the Destined Celestial Dao. Having lost her feelings, how could she possibly fall for someone?