Are There Only Demonesses Left in the Cultivation Realm?

It was Su Youwan who said, "I’ve heard the Hehuan Sect has a Magic that can make a woman of three-parts beauty appear as a seven, and a woman of seven-parts beauty appear as a twelve."

It’s as if they gain beauty from thin air, making it all the easier to tantalize and tempt others.

But in reality, this Magic doesn’t change one’s appearance. Instead, it stirs the lust deep in a Cultivator’s heart. Once lust clouds the mind, they lose all reason, and the Hehuan Sect is particularly adept at this.

Mei Zhaozhao snorted again. "You have the nerve to talk about me? You, blindfolded girl, are you hiding some seductive technique behind that blindfold? Is that why you always keep it on?"

Su Youwan paid Mei Zhaozhao no mind, continuing to spill her secrets. "They say the Hehuan Saintess hasn’t taken off her black robes since she was ten. The only people who’ve seen her face since then are probably her master and maybe one or two others."

’Ten years old? She was just a little girl then, before her features had even fully developed. And she was already shrouding herself in black robes?’

’So mysterious.’

Lu Changyuan was actually starting to get a little curious. But given the current flaw in his Heart Method, it was best not to challenge the Hehuan Sect’s Demon Technique.

After all, his previous win rate against the Hehuan Sect’s Demon Technique was one hundred percent.

As long as he didn’t challenge them, his win rate wouldn’t drop.

Su Youwan spoke again. "In that case, I suppose Miss Mei and I have a bit of a grudge between us."

Mei Zhaozhao was taken aback. She wracked her brain, but she couldn’t think of any conflict she had with the Compassionate Palace’s Little Ancestor.

"What grudge?"

"Your martial aunt’s son got a beating from me and nearly died in Upper Jade Capital."

"You mean Xue Yanluo?"

The Silver-haired Maiden pushed her long, silvery-white hair aside slightly and gave a hum of confirmation.

Mei Zhaozhao sneered. "You should have just beaten him to death, that thing that’s neither man nor woman."

"Hold on, what do you mean, martial aunt’s son?" Lu Changyuan asked in confusion.

"Xue Yanluo’s mother is her master’s junior martial sister."

Lu Changyuan had no impression of Bu Bailian’s junior martial sister at all.

Su Youwan continued, "Young Master Lu, don’t be fooled by her current dazed and foolish appearance. In reality, she probably just wants to make you feel sorry for her so you’ll save her."

Mei Zhaozhao’s eyes were hidden within her black robes, making her expression unreadable.

’But she knew it herself; Su Youwan wasn’t wrong. Mei Zhaozhao did think Lu Changyuan was a soft-hearted man, and she did want to cling to him to survive.’

Lu Changyuan just smiled, not minding at all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Xiao Qingfeng was still seated upon the throne.

Under his manipulation, giant skeletons were continuously resurrected, becoming living beings.

’The Dao is made manifest.’

Those enormous beings, like creatures from the dust of history, reappeared in the world.

There were giant lizards with immense bodies made of granite, giant birds with three fleshy wings that dripped with crimson blood, a coiled giant python of unknown length, and even tall, hulking, headless humanoids. These creatures, dead for who knows how many years, had all been forcefully brought back to the world of the living by Xiao Qingfeng using his Transformation Dao.

’To think this place preserved the Thoughts of so many monsters. Good. My kingdom needs a variety of different creatures.’

The Xiao Qingfeng of today was no longer satisfied with the easily obtainable state of Yao Guang.

He was immersed in the Yao Guang Technique, his ambition swelling endlessly. Now, he wanted to glimpse what lay beyond Yao Guang.

The Transformation Dao at the Yao Guang level could already grant rebirth from a drop of blood and recall phantoms from prehistory. So what about the level beyond Yao Guang? Could it truly reverse life and death, bringing back creatures of the past from nothing more than a drop of blood and a wisp of their Thought?

Just thinking of this scene made Xiao Qingfeng narrow his eyes, feeling a tremor run through his entire body.

Yao Guang.

Beyond Yao Guang.

’Eternal life, endless vision. How truly wonderful.’

He slowly rose, his black robes trailing on the ground. Then, he flew into the sky, looking down from on high at the Netherworld he had infused with color.

"Nether Monarch, your kingdom looks much better in my hands."

He whispered to the Netherworld, his voice filled with unconcealed smugness.

However, in the next instant, his brow furrowed imperceptibly. Through the core of the Netherworld, he could sense the whereabouts of all the Nether Monarchs’ Spirit Bodies.

The numbers were off—far fewer than he’d expected. His plan had been to transform the Spirits of all the Nether Monarchs into his own, but now, the majority of them were missing.

’Whatever. It’s an insignificant detail.’

Just then, Xiao Qingfeng abruptly looked up, his gaze piercing through layers of space to fixate on Lu Changyuan’s small courtyard.

He sneered, "Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. You don’t even want the eternal life I’m offering you?"

Nearly all the Cultivators who entered the Netherworld this time had been wiped out. Only that unremarkable little courtyard still held the aura of the living.

Although he couldn’t yet fully control the Netherworld, Xiao Qingfeng could clearly sense Yu’s presence.

What displeased him was that the authority of the Netherworld in his hand was trembling slightly, as if trying to break free of his control and welcome Yu back. Furthermore, the Nether River in the sky suddenly began to tremble violently, its waters hanging upside down, threatening to cascade down again at any moment.

Xiao Qingfeng just casually reached out and clenched his fist in the Void. In an instant, the trembling of the entire Netherworld ceased abruptly. The inverted Nether River grew calm, and all commotion was forcibly suppressed.

The Netherworld, in the end, was still under his control.

The Sun and Moon Gnomon reappeared in his hand, now emitting a faint, ominous glow. He indeed couldn’t completely change the Laws of the Netherworld, because he had not yet truly become the master of this kingdom.

But what if he just targeted specific individuals and temporarily nullified the Nether Monarch’s Law for the three people in that courtyard?

The Sun and Moon Gnomon suddenly expanded to the height of a man, its inner rings beginning to spin manically, emitting a teeth-grinding screech. Three bright beams of light rose from it.

"Three days." Xiao Qingfeng said faintly. "In three days at most, the Nether Monarch’s protection will vanish from you."

At that time, he would only need to reach out a hand to end this boring resistance as easily as crushing an ant.