Are There Only Demonesses Left in the Cultivation Realm?

Chapter 88: Chapter 85: Xiao Qingfeng

"Are you saying the Nether Qi is out of balance?"

Lu Changyuan opened Luo’s cell and listened as it spoke.

While nodding, he said, "So that’s how it is. The Nether Monarch hasn’t returned in a long time. The Netherworld has a few more cycles at most before it dissipates. All the Spirits here will return to ashes, dust to dust."

Nothing in this world is eternal.

Even this domain, left behind by the Nether Monarch, should have long since vanished into the river of history.

Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Is this also why you wanted me to become the acting Nether Monarch back then?"

Luo roared.

Without someone from Yao Guang to set things right for the Netherworld, the Nether Qi would become imbalanced, and everything would return to nothingness.

The Silver-haired Maiden stood beside Lu Changyuan, holding a birdcage. She was like the brightest moon in the darkness, solitary and brilliant.

Her voice was as ethereal as ever.

"Young Master Lu?"

Lu Changyuan shook his head. "What do you mean, *I’m* the only one qualified?"

Su Youwan frowned slightly. "Young Master Lu?"

She couldn’t understand what the Spirit was saying and was waiting for Lu Changyuan to explain. Instead, Lu Changyuan just stood there, staring at Luo.

After a long moment, Lu Changyuan finally explained.

The Netherworld urgently needed a Nether Monarch to circulate the Nether Qi. Without this circulation, the Netherworld was like a river that had become stagnant water, and it would eventually disappear.

When Lu Changyuan had entered the Netherworld before, he had beaten the Spirits into submission, so this group of Spirits was willing to let him temporarily take the position of Nether Monarch.

But this was only temporary. When the Nether Monarch returned, everything had to be given back to him.

Lu Changyuan naturally refused. After staying in the Netherworld for over a hundred years, he forced his way out through a path of certain death.

The Spirits of the Netherworld then wasted another thousand years. Just as the Netherworld was on its last breath, someone returned the Sun and Moon Gnomon. Originally, with the Sun and Moon Gnomon, even without the Nether Monarch, the Netherworld could restore order and regulate the balance of Nether Qi.

But something unexpected happened. The Netherworld didn’t even have a few hundred years of stability. The last time the Netherworld manifested in the mortal realm as per custom to call for the Nether Monarch’s return, the Sun and Moon Gnomon was stolen.

This was a strange affair. The Sun and Moon Gnomon was hidden deep beneath the Royal Palace, an already secret location. Not to mention, one had to use a special method to resonate with the Royal Palace just to enter the Sin Prison.

For that person to be able to sneak into the Sin Prison, steal the Sun and Moon Gnomon, and not even disturb the Nether Monarch’s Magic, was even stranger.

Lu Changyuan could enter the Sin Prison because he had been here for a long time. He’d also become one with the Spirits—in the most literal, physical sense—and earned the name "Yu," so they acknowledged his standing.

’How did that thief manage it?’

No one knew.

The Spirits only knew that a person named Xiao Qingfeng had stolen the Sun and Moon Gnomon, but they had no idea where Xiao Qingfeng was hiding.

Lu Changyuan frowned. "If his target was the Sun and Moon Gnomon, why would he steal it and not leave the Netherworld?"

’The Sun and Moon Gnomon is still in the Netherworld. What is he really trying to do?’

Luo roared again.

Lu Changyuan came back to his senses. "Right, why are you locked up here? Don’t tell me you’ve been turned into a Sin Spirit too? And what was the deal with that armored Spirit that attacked me just now? Why was it pitch-black?"

The Spirits of the Netherworld were supposed to be grayish-white, like phantoms.

It was the first time Lu Changyuan had ever seen a Spirit that was pitch-black, like a lump of coal.

Lu Changyuan did not receive an answer.

Two lines of scarlet, bloody words suddenly appeared in his vision.

[You are about to die]

[The Nether River is about to appear]

’I’m going to die?!’

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Wang Lian was scurrying about in a panic.

’Madness.’

’They’ve all gone completely mad.’

Before coming here, she had thought that even if she couldn’t snatch the Three-Life Fruit herself, she could use her looks to hook a man who did.

If she was just given a chance, even if her target was in the Fourth Realm—a whole Realm higher than her—she was confident she could have him head over heels in one night and make him hand over the fruit obediently.

’These Cultivators from the Cultivation Realm...’

’When they saw someone from the Hehuan Sect, their first reaction was never to stay away. Instead, they’d think, "I’m so powerful. There’s no way a Hehuan Demon could bewitch my soul. I’ll just have a little taste, then pull up my pants the next day and act like I don’t know her."’

Most of the men who thought like this got hooked. In the end, they used to just say with a dazed look in their eyes, "The Hehuan Sect is so great."

But now they say, "She’s different. She really loves me."

Wang Lian cultivated the Desire Relief Technique. Her skills in pleasing a man were perfected to a fine art, and now Xiao Hai was completely devoted to her.

So she was full of confidence.

’But something wasn’t right.’

Wang Lian stared, dumbfounded, at the chaotic melee.

At first, everyone was indeed fighting over the fruit.

But then, slowly, things went wrong. Ever since that deformed, four-armed Fourth Realm Cultivator burst onto the battlefield, the entire area had been infected by a strange atmosphere.

’Kill.’

’Kill, kill, kill!’

’Kill everyone! Forget the Three-Life Fruit! If I kill them all, the fruit will be mine by default!’

This thought quickly infected everyone.

The "fight for the fruit" had turned into a pure release of violence.

The Magic of various sects and schools bloomed, as if crimson flowers were blossoming one after another in the Netherworld.

Wang Lian’s heart trembled with fear.

She also saw something even stranger.

The people who died fell to the ground. Some were devoured by Spirits, while others actually merged into the reddish-brown earth.

GURGLE GURGLE.

Soon, the ground churned and roiled like a swamp, forming one black Spirit after another.

This group of newborn black Spirits stood up, then vanished into the shadows one by one, their destination unknown. It was a terrifyingly grim sight.

’What in the world is happening here!?’

Before Wang Lian could think further, the lanterns began to glow white.

Night was falling.

Wang Lian hurriedly returned to the room where she had rested the previous night, only to find Mei Zhaozhao also staring at the sky.

At this moment, the sky of the Netherworld seemed to be stained with a layer of blood. Between the black and red, the false, black-and-white sun seemed to have opened its great maw in a grin, ready to devour people.

"Saintess! It seems the situation has changed."

"No matter. We are only here to find someone. Finding that person is all that matters."

Mei Zhaozhao wasn’t sure what was happening either, but she believed the best strategy was to wait and see.

A sinister wind blew through the hall, and Xiao Qingfeng’s memorial tablet suddenly began to tremble.

Xiao Hai stumbled out. "Fairy Wang Lian, I feel... something’s wrong with me."

His face was flushed red. It wasn’t the healthy red of a good complexion, but rather the color of someone whose qi and blood were surging, about to overflow and bleed from all seven orifices.

Wang Lian grabbed Xiao Hai’s hand and circulated her Hehuan Dharma. She said in surprise, "How did your qi and blood get like this?"

Xiao Hai had slept with Wang Lian. He was only in the First Realm and quite old. Even though Wang Lian had held back, Xiao Hai already looked drained.

But now, when Wang Lian checked Xiao Hai’s qi and blood, she was shocked to find his blood was scalding hot. He was like a vigorous young man in his twenties, his qi and blood surging so violently it threatened to burst through his skin and turn him into a man of blood.

Mei Zhaozhao frowned and said, "Something is influencing him."

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