Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 30. Together to the Underworld
As the sky grew darker, Li Qingcao knew that Shangyujing was in grave danger.

When dark clouds cover the sun, Shangyujing will become a dark and gloomy place, a playground for demons and monsters.

Before he could think it through, his body moved. The silent sword intent spread out, and the scenery by Liuqing Lake suddenly blurred. The grass by the lake turned into one short sword after another.

Be like a blade of grass in the grass.

The ability of newly sprouted grass to lift a stone embodies the principle of overcoming strength with weakness and working together.

Li Qingcao threw his sword into the air.

"Congeal!"

As a result, the grassy short swords on the ground grew taller in the wind, and this place became a sword mound, with each grass sword carrying a sharp sword intent.

This is the Dao, not swordsmanship. Although Li Qingcao has comprehended the Dao, he has not yet entered the Dao.

His talent is evident in the fact that he used Daoist techniques before even reaching the fifth realm.

"My master said that one must be sincere when borrowing a sword."

The sword generates two kinds of energy.

Li Qingcao's move was a desperate gamble; he attempted to use his sword to preserve even a sliver of light, to become a guiding light and a lone boat in the darkness.

"rise!"

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his magic power completely drained. He rose into the air, and the green grass by the lake condensed its life force into a sword, accompanying him.

A chilling wind swept through Liuqing Lake, and the lake water turned into black silt, eventually coalescing into a giant egg, as if something was about to be born from it.

"With me here, you won't dare to be so arrogant!"

All the green grass swords eventually converged into light, condensing at the tip of Li Qingcao's sword.

Today, he will open the gates of heaven with a single sword strike!

So he risked his life to move forward, gathering his sword towards the sun.

boom!
He felt a sharp, bone-chilling pain, his internal organs aching terribly. The sword had swallowed his entire "intention"!
come down.

You're doomed now.

He fell into the air, and just as he thought he was about to fall into the water, someone pulled him back.

She was a woman as elegant as a lotus flower.

The woman said, "Thank you, young cultivator, but what follows is my own karma, and I must repay it myself."

Li Qingcao was gently pushed away by the woman, and a gust of wind blew him to a noodle shop.

Someone said, "Brother Li, come and have a bowl of noodles first. Su Luoqiu, right? Go cook the noodles."

If he wasn't mistaken, the fourth prince of the Liuli Dynasty happily tied on an apron and then went to cook noodles for him.

The prince was cooking noodles—why would he have such a dream?
Looking up again, he saw a handsome boy of similar age, but strangely, the boy was looking at him with a very peculiar gaze.

Li Qingcao swallowed, the taste of blood mingling with his saliva.

He spoke in a hoarse voice, "Brother Lu."

"Ah."

"Wasn't that sword strike cool?"

Lu Changyuan said earnestly, "Handsome."

Li Qingcao grinned, rolled over and lay down, picked up the wine gourd, and then realized it was empty. He gave up, saying, "That's good. A man can die, but he can't be uncool."

Lu Changyuan held his tea, still gazing at the white streak in the sky.

Xia Lianxue asked softly, "Young Master, will she win?"

"I do not know."

"Is there anything in this world that you, young master, do not know?"

Lu Changyuan sighed: "If she can see through it, she can win, but if she can see through it, she won't unleash the great demon."

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Luan Rumeng held her sword in one hand, watching sadly as Liuqing Lake exploded, and the sky collapsed and rain fell.

"Junior brother."

Tens of thousands of black water columns shot into the sky, followed by a deafening roar. The fish that had been brutally killed rose from the bottom of the lake, and the stench of fish and death filled the air.

Something emerged. It was an ugly, octopus-like creature, its gaping maw devouring everything in its path, a stench emanating from it.

He carries the scent of Yao Guang, but it's just a scent. Suppressed by Lu Changyuan for a thousand years, it has long since fallen from its original state and can no longer even maintain the sixth realm.

Luan Rumeng held back her tears: "Junior brother, I should have stopped you back then. I should have listened to Brother Lu and stopped you."

Those who are corrupted by lust will eventually become inhuman monsters. Once they reach this monster stage, even the Taoist priest of Chang'an has no way to reverse it.

Because that symbolizes that the monk's heart is filled with "desire," and there is no possibility of reversal.

Self-discipline and altruism.

Desire can turn you into a demon.

Su Wuxiang knew this, but he wanted to gamble.

He cultivated demonic arts and comprehended the way of killing. He had already reached the sixth realm of Kaiyang, and the seventh realm was just around the corner. How could he be content with that?

Those who seek the Way are single-mindedly devoted to it, and would not hesitate to die ten thousand times.

He was determined to overcome this tribulation. He believed in himself, and since he had maintained a clear mind for decades, he was certain he could continue doing so.

So Su Wuxiang drew lightning into his body and tempered himself for thirty-six days, practicing the method to break through realms.

He succeeded; he successfully witnessed the scenery of the Seven Realms of Yao Guang, but only for a moment. The next instant, his mind was completely taken over by the lust demon.

This time, the backlash from the demonic power was more severe than ever before.

He couldn't see through it, so he became a demon.

Luan Rumeng's eyes were filled with tears as she recalled a simple junior brother from many years ago who followed her around begging for pastries: "Junior brother, cultivation is about the Dao, not the realm."

Cultivation is not about breaking through realms, but about refining the mind.

Being committed to the Way and being committed to having great power are two completely different paths.

The former can take people to the mountaintop to see the scenery, while the latter will make people fall into lust and eventually die.

Luan Rumeng was speechless.

The sword has been drawn.

Her mind was flawed, preventing her from entering the Yao Guang realm, but this also shows that under the seventh realm of Yao Guang, her swordsmanship was divine.

Su Wuxiang stretched out his enormous tentacles. He was unconscious, but stubbornly wanted to devour everything. From his ugly, spiked teeth, he mumbled syllables: "Yaoguang".

Luan Rumeng's sword swiftly severed Su Wuxiang's tentacles, the sword waves rising higher and higher, finally tearing the sky apart and illuminating the night sky with a bright light.

Night fell without anyone noticing, and the bright moon hung upside down, but to everyone's eyes, it appeared stained with blood.

The entire Lake of Passion was cleaved in two, leaving a huge hole in its depths. A ghostly blue flame ignited on the water, instantly engulfing all directions.

Su Wuxiang's cultivation level was rapidly improving, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the peak of the sixth realm.

Countless voices drifted through the air, like wandering souls who couldn't find their way home.

Luan Rumeng stared at this scene in disbelief: "You actually absorbed the resentment of all the people who have been trapped here all these years? No, you took away the resentment of all those who died in Shangyujing all these years!?"

The great demon had accumulated resentment and hatred for thousands of years, waiting only for the seal to be broken so that he could digest these chaotic thoughts on the spot and ascend to immortality.

Luan Rumeng knew she couldn't delay any longer, so she pointed her sword at the demon's body.

This was an extremely fast sword strike, unleashing the full power of the Sixth Realm Opening Yang. Luan Rumeng's swordsmanship was the Tai Xuan Sword Dao, and the profound techniques flowed into her demonic body one after another, before exploding violently, sending Su Wuxiang's black flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Violent!
The great demon howled in agony, and within its chest cavity lay a jumble of white bones and countless hearts.

Soon, one after another, those hearts exploded, and the stench of decay almost filled the entire Lake of Lingering Love.

"Yaoguang!!!"

The two enormous tentacles merged together like a gecko's severed tail, a dense and complex combination of flesh and blood, before finally lashing out fiercely at Luan Rumeng. The thick, sucker-like tentacles almost severed space, revealing the black void and emptiness within.

Luan Rumeng threw out her iron sword, and soon Su Wuxiang's demonic body was riddled with holes, and rotting, pus-filled black flesh rolled out.

Under the exquisite magic, every heart of the demonic body was destroyed, and a whimper even came from Su Wuxiang's gaping maw.

The baby cries at night.

A harbinger of death has arrived.

(End of this chapter)