Zhutian: From Douluo, the illusion becomes real

Chapter 712, Section 711: Dongfang Huaizhu and Dongfang Qinlan (Part 1)

The light rain kept falling.

It hit the bluestone bricks.

It hit the eaves.

It also hit the paper umbrella.

"Ugh...what terrible weather."

"It's been raining continuously."

"It's all wet and sticky, it's so annoying."

human race.

The border area near southern Xinjiang.

At the edge of a mountain forest.

A little girl, dressed in a white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) and purple sash, with a pretty face and a flame mark on her forehead, walked listlessly along the fairly clean bluestone path, carrying a printed oil-paper umbrella.

There were two other people beside the little girl.

One was a young attendant dressed as a page.

He doesn't look very old.

He was about ten years old.

The other one looked a bit older.

He was about sixteen or seventeen years old.

To be honest, appearance is indeed a form of disguise.

If bone age is not measured.

Judging from appearance alone.

No one would realize that this girl, who looked to be sixteen or seventeen, with an elegant yet undeniably beautiful face, a red flame mark on her forehead, and an exceptionally composed demeanor, was only two years younger than the little girl in the ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) who was much shorter than her.

But it is what it is.

The girl wearing a pale yellow long dress with a blue outer garment, and also carrying an oil-paper umbrella, is developing faster, while the little girl in the white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) is developing later. The difference becomes apparent when they look at each other.

But it's okay.

You can tell who is the older sister and who is the younger sister just by looking at them.

There's no need to worry about getting them mixed up.

Therefore, after hearing her younger sister's complaints, the gentle and beautiful girl still chose to speak up and patiently comforted her, saying, "Alright, there's a small town not far away. Let's go there to take shelter from the rain. It's a little damp, but once the rain stops, we can dry it off easily. Qin Lan, this place is close to the South, so we need to be careful in everything we do. It's better to avoid trouble, understand?"

"I understand, sister..."

The little girl named Qin Lan didn't take it seriously.

But out of respect for her elder sister.

She nodded anyway.

His tone was somewhat perfunctory.

Then, she waved her little fist and said defiantly, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen a monster yet on this journey. When I do, I'll definitely show them my iron fist and see if they dare to invade our human territory and bully us humans again..."

At first glance, these words seem harmless.

However, based on an analysis of the actual situation, the matter is not so simple at all.

The girl in the blue robe chuckled to herself.

Then, he sighed again.

The young attendant dressed as a page also laughed.

But his laughter contained more self-deprecation.

Even his subconscious remarks were full of self-deprecation: "Second Miss, monsters are not so easy to kill. Otherwise, our Divine Fire Mountain Manor and the One Qi Dao Alliance would have pacified the world long ago. In the South, there is the Poison Emperor, in the North Mountain, there is the Northern Emperor, and in the Western Regions, there is Fan Yunfei, the Lord of Ten Thousand Sands. Our human race is caught in the middle. To this day, no one has been born who can contend with the Demon Emperor. How difficult it is to drive out all the monsters!"

"That's because I haven't grown up yet!"

The little girl, named Qin Lan, was bragging to herself.

He spoke as if it were true.

But in reality, even if she grows up, without some extraordinary opportunity, she can forget about competing with the demon emperors mentioned by the little page, even if her surname is Dongfang, she still can't do that.

It's not just because of the physical differences between male and female cultivators.

Male cultivators are more skilled in combat.

Moreover, they possess greater magical power and stronger physical abilities.

Female cultivators are better at providing support.

They have less magical power, weaker physical constitution, and even periodic weakness.

This is what is known as menstruation.

In today's world where Qi cultivation is the primary focus, the length of a cultivator's blue bar determines their strength, while the quality of their weapon and the speed of their movement determine the extent of their operational space. Although body cultivation cultivators do exist, humanity, which began civilization in the barbaric era, can be said to have started from scratch with nothing. To integrate and develop Qi cultivation and body cultivation in a balanced way, it still requires the continuous efforts of generations of predecessors, or perhaps a genius far beyond the current era to embark on this path. In short, balanced development is currently impossible.

In other words, the cultivation system of the human race is incomplete in this world.

The situation of the demon race is similar to that of the human race.

However, the demon race has a longer history.

Besides that, there is another clear path.

It can support them to reach a realm above the Great Demon Emperor.

Whether we can make it there is another matter.

Each monster's talent is related to its individual opportunities.

But this path is clearly feasible.

It was walked through by someone.

Therefore, the demon race has three demon emperors, while the human race has nothing. Even the strongest cultivators, such as the leader of the One Qi Alliance and the father of this little girl in a ruqun, are only comparable to some demon emperors.

If a fight really breaks out.

The kind that's serious.

It will still fail.

It could even lead to death.

Because the physical strength of the demon race is far superior to that of the human race, and the greatest characteristic of the Demon Emperor realm is the ability to control the power of heaven and earth, this means that if a human wants to become a Demon Emperor, he must have physical qualities comparable to those of a demon of the same realm. In addition, he must also ensure that his progress in Qi cultivation does not fall behind.

Conversely, monsters don't need to consider so many things.

Their physical strength is sufficient.

Therefore, all you need to do is cultivate Qi.

However, nothing in this world is perfect.

Although the demon race is powerful.

The upper limit is high.

It also has a long lifespan.

Even a minor demon can live for thousands of years.

The Demon Emperor's lifespan is as long as ten thousand years.

However, the weakness of the demon race is that they develop intelligence relatively late.

Moreover, the improvement of cultivation level is relatively slow.

Although the demonic power within a demon is essentially the same as the magical power within a human cultivator, the nature of demonic power is completely different from that of magical power. Demonic power is more violent, has a greater impact on the meridians, and is difficult to control. The key to controlling extraordinary power lies in the soul. If the soul power is strong, or in other words, the mental power is strong, then it is easy to control. Conversely, if the soul power is weak, or the mental power is weak, then it is very difficult to control. The mental power of a demon is already inferior to that of a human who is born with intelligence. After suffering from the difficulty of controlling demonic power, a hundred years of accumulation is often less than ten years for a human.

However, human cultivators also have a drawback.

That's lifespan.

Because human cultivators cannot balance the two paths of Qi cultivation and body refinement.

Therefore, even if a human cultivator forcibly elevates their cultivation level to the level of a Demon Emperor, they will not enjoy the normal lifespan of a Demon Emperor, which is ten thousand years. In fact, they will not even live for a thousand years. Their normal lifespan is still less than one hundred years. Some cultivators with hidden injuries in their bodies will not even live to eighty.

In this way, the gap naturally widens.

The demon race only needs one powerful figure to suppress the world for a long time, while the human race, even if a powerful figure emerges, is very likely to face a shortage of talent and fall into a predicament after twenty or thirty years.

Unless it means that one generation has achieved great success.

A burst of genius is about to happen.

Suddenly, geniuses with skills exceeding two palm strikes appeared.

They can generally reach the threshold of becoming a Demon Emperor.

Some even became demon emperors.

Perhaps we can launch a brilliant counterattack.

They wiped out the demon race in one fell swoop.

Otherwise, we can only fight tenaciously like we are now.

Kill some, and die some.

Endless. Besides, all monsters under heaven are one family.

When the human race chooses to attack one of the demon emperors, the other two demon emperors will also choose to come to the rescue, exerting pressure from several other aspects.

Before a true demon emperor.

No matter how many demon kings come, it won't make a difference.

The Poison King of the South is a good example.

Within the southern kingdom, there are seventy-two scattered demon kings in caves.

However, they were all dealt with by this Poison King.

That dignified and invincible demeanor meant that even a top-tier demon king could only withstand one blow and survive.

Otherwise, you'll be slapped to death.

This is also the fate of most demon kings when they fight against demon emperors.

Therefore, the human race has no shortage of grassroots combat power.

What the human race lacks is cutting-edge combat power.

The kind that can defeat the Demon Emperor head-on.

They didn't even need to defeat the Demon Emperor; they just wanted to fight him to a draw. If they could fight the Demon Emperor to a draw, the human race wouldn't be oppressed to this extent, and the people within their territory could recuperate and provide more good seedlings, thus entering a virtuous cycle.

However, the little girl in the ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) obviously couldn't see that much or that far. All she could see was one person, a boy walking on the same road without an umbrella, a boy who looked about the same age as her sister.

"Hey, sister, look!"

"There really are people walking in the rain without an umbrella!"

The little girl in the white dress twirled the paper umbrella in her hand, instinctively turning her head to check with her older sister. Then, she saw a splash of water, enveloped in magic, blocking the view between them. Realizing the foolish thing she'd done, she lowered her head awkwardly, saying sheepishly, "I forgot, I forgot. I won't do it again next time. Please forgive me this time, sister..."

"Hey……"

A long sigh came from the woman in green.

A clear look of helplessness flashed across her unadorned face.

Following her sister's pointing finger, she looked ahead.

He was reminding his younger sister at the same time.

In a gentle tone: "Qin Lan, the person you should apologize to is not me."

The little girl in the ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) paused for a moment.

Then he realized something was wrong.

He waved the paper umbrella.

He looked at the little pageboy behind him, who was covered in water.

Hesitant to speak.

He awkwardly covered his face with one hand.

However, her good upbringing was still evident in the details.

Because she really apologized.

He apologized to one of his attendants: "I'm so sorry, I won't do it again!"

"Where."

"Miss, you're too kind."

"It's my fault for not dodging."

The young page, whose face still bore a few freckles, waved his hands repeatedly, unwilling to accept the offer.

As the group continued walking forward...

The boy who was walking in the rain, who should have been on the same road as them, gradually became clearer as the distance between them closed.

It was also at this moment.

The moment I saw the boy clearly.

Whether it was the young girl in blue, the little girl in white dress with purple ribbon, or the freckled page standing beside her.

They were all stunned by the sight before them.

Although the boy wasn't using an oil-paper umbrella, he remained dry. All the raindrops that fell on him bounced off as if hitting a smooth mirror, but there was no use of magic in the process. It seemed that he was only relying on his physical body, but it wasn't entirely the use of his physical body.

After all, water is the softest thing in the world.

Perhaps someone can smash the boulder.

But to say how to stay dry in the rain is a different story.

Obviously it is impossible.

In fact, if magic is used, this phenomenon is not too strange, just like the girl in green just used magic to block the water droplets splashed out when her sister spun the umbrella. But it is quite interesting if no magic is used.

At the same time, the boy also noticed the person behind him.

He glanced back at the three people.

He clearly raised an eyebrow.

He then asked in return, "Is there anything you need?"

"Hey, you..."

The little girl in the ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) was intrigued.

He habitually puts one hand on his hip.

That's not sophistry.

But it does contain some personal opinions: "What business is it of yours whether we have something to do with you? This road isn't one that only you can walk. It's just that we're walking a little faster and you're walking a little slower. What makes you so sure that we definitely have something to do with you?"

"Maybe it's because I'm handsome?"

The boy in black shrugged.

I made a joke that wasn't very funny.

Subsequently, he put away this careless attitude.

Pointing to his ear, he indicated, "Although the sound of the rain drowned out some of the other sounds, I still heard what you were saying, something about walking in the rain without an umbrella. Come to think of it, I don't think I misheard anything, did I?"

Upon hearing this, the little girl immediately fell silent.

She definitely spoke too quickly just now.

Although there was nothing wrong with her comment.

It's just being realistic.

However, this behavior of judging others behind their backs is still extremely bad.

Not to mention being exposed to someone's face.

Fortunately, the girl in blue reacted quickly.

She said apologetically, "Young master, my sister is always outspoken and may have misspoke. I hope you will forgive her. I apologize on her behalf..."

"No need to."

"I was just curious."

"Let's see which bold kid dares to say that."

"There is no intention to accuse them."

"May I introduce myself to you?"

"My name is Ye Qingcang."

"Leaf is the leaf of a tree."

"Qingcang is another name for the eagle."

The boy in black—no, at this moment he should be called Ye Qingcang from another dimension—looked at the somewhat familiar trio in front of him, extended his hand, and gave a brief self-introduction.

As a transmigrator who watched the Fox Spirit Matchmaker anime.

He knew very well who the two people in front of him were.

It's mainly because it's too iconic.

A beautiful young woman in a blue dress and a yellow ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a great figure and excellent temperament, accompanied by a little girl with a bun-like hairstyle.

Although he didn't know the name of the young pageboy behind him.

Perhaps it was marked in the original work.

But he didn't notice.

After all, when watching anime, most people don't pay attention to extras, unless they are extras who have a good role in advancing the plot, like that guy Ximen Chuisha, who even survived until the Red Red Arc.

But he still knew the names of the two people mentioned earlier.

Oriental Huai Bamboo!

Dongfang Qinlan!

(End of this chapter)