Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 80. The Long Road Corrupted by Lust

On the day Su Youwan was born, Buddhist chants resounded throughout the Buddhist temples of the entire Liuli Dynasty, and the golden light in the sky was dazzling.

All of this symbolizes that she is extraordinary.

Later, she entered Cihang Palace and met her master.

The Master said to her, “I have a method that can sever your emotions, so that you can be emotionless without cultivating the path of ruthlessness.”

Those who cultivate their destiny and determine the way of Heaven do not need emotions.

So her master built her a birdcage, and she locked all her emotions inside, thus cultivating her destined path in the Heavenly Dao.

"You are the first person to cultivate this path, and you will be the last."

She remembered her master's words for many years.

The way of the sky is more than damage but not enough to make up for.

Su Youwan was still young and lacked sufficient understanding of the Dao, so her master sent her to see the mortal world. She met many people, and the mortal world was always filled with emotions, colorful and diverse.

All sorts of people were like passersby in her life, leaving no trace in her existence, until she saw the young man in black on the ship.

The taste of transcending emotions.

Same with her.

Like her, the boy was extremely sensitive to lust, a privilege reserved for those who have transcended worldly desires.

Because they are without desire, they are sensitive to desire.

Su Youwan suddenly smelled the scent of lust on the boy.

Was he corrupted by lust?
That was indeed the scent of lust, but for some reason, Su Youwan couldn't find any trace of lust growing there.

Not appropriate.

Su Youwan felt that even if Lu Changyuan had lost the Supreme Forgetfulness, he shouldn't have been corrupted by lust so early.

He did not comply.

How can someone without attachments be corrupted by desires?
You must have misread it.

"Your Highness?"

The sound of the road was sometimes near, sometimes far.

Su Youwan clutched her forehead, nearly falling over.

She saw it again.

That sword.

Lu Changyuan's sword strike towards the sky was so dazzling that it almost killed her.

"It's alright, is this Young Master Lu's bed?"

"Yes."

"Youwan needs to meditate for a while. Would Young Master Lu like to join her?"

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Su Youwan sat cross-legged on the bed, placed the birdcage beside her, and then entered a meditative state, emptying herself of the five desires and her fate was uncertain.

She wanted to use the principles of destiny to calculate it.

Su Youwan wasn't the only one who noticed the presence of lust.

Lu Changyuan noticed it too, though only for a moment.

The moment Su Youwan sat cross-legged on the bed, Lu Changyuan suddenly turned his head to look at Su Youwan's birdcage.

He squinted at the silver-haired girl sitting cross-legged on the bed, then picked up the book of severance.

So lovely.

There shouldn't be such a beautiful person in this world.

Lu Changyuan walked to Su Youwan's birdcage, which was always covered with a black cloth, and no one knew what was inside.

"May I see Your Highness's birdcage?"

"Young Master, there's nothing inside."

Lu Changyuan lifted the black cloth covering the birdcage and looked inside; it was empty.

The birdcage was empty, which was exactly what Lu Changyuan had expected.

Unless Su Youwan herself comes to see it, no one else can see anything, because the birdcage contains the Third Prince's emotions.

Lu Changyuan thought that he had used this method before. When he retraced his steps in the mortal world, he used half of his own body to create a body of tribulation and locked his emotions in the body of tribulation. Only then did he rely on the body of tribulation to traverse the mortal world and prove the Dao of Yaoguang.

and many more.

Thinking about this, Lu Changyuan suddenly had a very strange idea.

He had already decided that this world was not a game. Could the memories of the game be that he had changed his memories into game memories in order to cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness?
Because it's a game, you can be an executioner without feeling; because it's a game, you see all beings as equal.

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"Do not touch the spirit, nor provoke the spirit, unless you want to die."

Mei Zhaozhao, dressed entirely in black robes, gave a cold shout.

Wang Lian and Xiao Hai followed behind her respectfully.

Before them was a huge blood-red character that read "West".

This is the West City.

Behind them were many other people, from the Imperial Sword Sect and the Beast Taming Palace. They were all soaked to the bone and panting heavily.

They fought the siren for a full half day before the sun in the sky was finally divided into day and night.

Not long after, the enormous gates of the underworld opened.

Because of the whale fall, these cultivators could only fight the sea monsters in the water, and the blood and seawater left them in a sorry state.

Mei Zhaozhao did not look at anyone else.

She came to the Underworld not to seek enlightenment, nor for the Three Lives Fruit; she came to find someone.

Wang Lian said, "Holy Maiden, let's find a place to stay first."

Mei Zhaozhao did not answer Wang Lian's question.

She walked on the stone bridge leading into the city, her gaze drawn to the ancient stone bridge.

"Did you hear anything?"

Wang Lian and Xiao Hai both shook their heads.

But Mei Zhaozhao did hear someone speaking. It wasn't the babbling of a "spirit," but a real human voice. She shook her head, but then suddenly saw what appeared to be words on the stone bridge.

Five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, five hundred years of rain.

This cycle repeats itself, and eventually, we will return.

"Holy Maiden! The lantern has changed color!"

Mei Zhaozhao suddenly looked up and saw that the lanterns at the city gate had begun to turn white and the red candles were gradually fading.

It's getting late.

"Let's go, find a house quickly, or we'll be in big trouble."

Mei Zhaozhao rushed into the city, and Wang Lian had no choice but to follow with Xiao Hai.

Wang Lian pointed at Xiao Hai: "Holy Maiden, he's here."

She turned to Xiao Hai and said, "Bring out the memorial tablet."

Xiao Hai was stunned, and then he noticed that the memorial tablet was jumping even more violently, before it transformed into a beam of light and shot into the distance.

Mei Zhaozhao coldly said, "Follow the memorial tablet."

One of the cultivators, who had clearly made no preparations, spoke up. It was Li Lang: "Why are they in such a hurry?"

"You came here without making any preparations."

The members of the Imperial Sword Sect sneered and transformed into streaks of light, entering the West City.

They wouldn't explain the rules of the Underworld to someone like that.

But someone kindly said, "Hurry up and leave. If you stay outside after dark, you'll die."

Li Lang was startled. He had only heard about the miraculous uses of the Three Lives Fruit, and his greed led him to enter the city. He knew nothing about the rules.

Upon hearing this, he hurriedly entered the city.

The kind person was still saying, "Look for an empty room; there should still be vacant rooms in the Underworld."

Li Lang could no longer hear him. Desperate to survive, he went into the city and headed towards a small house not far away, pulling open the door.

There are people inside.

It is a spirit that resembles a young child.

Seeing him barge in, Ling was furious and rushed forward with a hoarse voice.

Li Lang snorted coldly and drew his sword, ready to fight the spirit. However, the spirit of the child suddenly swelled up as it reached Li Lang, turning into a huge monster that swallowed Li Lang whole.

The other cultivators standing outside the door watching this scene felt a chill run down their spines, and a cold aura kept emanating from them.

(End of this chapter)