Are There Only Demonesses Left in the Cultivation Realm?

Qiu Yuehan awoke with a start.

She sat up, her back already soaked with sweat.

The dream from last night was still vivid in her mind, the memory crystal clear.

"I’ll have to change my clothes again."

Qiu Yuehan didn’t dwell on it too much.

It was just a vivid nightmare, nothing too unusual.

’Maybe since I know I’m going to the Spirit Race’s lands, I dreamed that I grew up as one of them.’

"The Spirit Race... the Spirit Race."

Qiu Yuehan had read the Ten Thousand Races Record in Miao Yu Palace. She’d looked through it while helping Lu Changyuan search for the Drunken Red Simurgh.

The hair color of the Spirit Race was predominantly a ghostly blue, symbolizing the dead, though fiery reds could occasionally be seen. Their most striking feature, however, was a pair of pointed ears. It was said that the pointier the ears, the better one could hear the voices of the deceased.

’If Feng Xianlong really did have me with a man from the Spirit Race...’

’Why don’t I have any of their traits?’

’And who is my father?’

Qiu Yuehan stopped overthinking. She pushed the door open, basking in the warm sunlight, and squinted her eyes in comfort.

"Um..."

A voice reached her, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a little girl in a Daoist robe.

Qiu Yuehan couldn’t help but ask, "Is something wrong?"

Only the four of them lived on Celestial Mountain. Daoist Disciples wouldn’t normally come to disturb them unless it was important.

The little girl slowly approached, looking a bit shy. "Um, my name is Bai Lu."

’Bai Lu?’

’What a strange name.’

"What is it?"

Bai Lu fidgeted with her Daoist robe. "Um, someone is here to see you. They’ve been waiting outside since this morning."

’Who’s looking for us?’

’Has that Old Monster come back?’

The thought made Qiu Yuehan’s anger flare up. The memory of her wretchedly half-kneeling at the door last night was still fresh in her mind.

Bai Lu’s voice was small. "It’s a woman."

’A woman?’

’Did that Old Monster incur another romantic debt?’

"Bring her in."

Xia Lianxue had emerged from the house at some point. The Little Fairy in a White Skirt, having just woken, was as ethereally beautiful as the dissipating morning mist.

"Junior Sister."

"Did you rest well last night, Senior Sister?"

"It was fine."

"I heard you were restless before bed last night, Senior Sister. I thought you might have a nightmare," Xia Lianxue said, covering her mouth with a light laugh.

’I really did have a nightmare.’

Qiu Yuehan gritted her teeth at the thought.

Before long, Bai Lu returned, leading the woman in from outside.

She was a young woman in a cyan and white Daoist robe, her eyes covered by a white cloth. Her beauty was so great it seemed fragile, almost broken.

Su Youwan said, "Miss Qiu, Miss Xia."

Xia Lianxue frowned. "Why have you come? Where is the Young Master?"

"Still in the Netherworld."

WHOOSH!

Xia Lianxue reached out and caught the Sun Gnomon that Su Youwan had sent flying toward her.

"He told me to bring this to you. It can obscure the secrets of heaven, allowing you to leave Celestial Mountain without being constrained."

The Little Fairy hummed in acknowledgment, shrinking the Sun Gnomon and hanging it around her neck.

She then asked, "Why is the Young Master still in the Netherworld?"

The silver-haired maiden shook her head. "I’m not entirely sure either. It seems he consumed my... my emotions, and was then tainted by the Desire Demon."

The wind on Celestial Mountain came to a standstill for a moment.

Everyone felt time stretch on.

It was as if something had halted all flow, making space itself feel obstructed.

Xia Lianxue narrowed her eyes. "And then what?"

If Su Youwan’s next answer was not to her satisfaction, the Little Fairy in a White Skirt who was content to be a doting wife would vanish, and the Miao Yu Palace Master who had spent a century killing would reappear in the world.

"He said he was fine and told me to leave first."

Su Youwan simply stated the truth.

The air began to flow again.

Xia Lianxue breathed a sigh of relief, though she was still worried. "Since the Young Master said he’s fine, then he should be..."

The Little Fairy looked at Qiu Yuehan.

The meaning was obvious.

’Senior Sister, how is your Demon Pattern?’

Qiu Yuehan was already used to this. Her face didn’t flush, and her heart didn’t race. ’That Old Monster was in such a dangerous situation, yet he still had the mind to play with the Demon Pattern last night,’ she thought, before saying aloud, "He’s fine. Very much alive."

Xia Lianxue nodded, resisting the urge to go to the Netherworld to find him. "Leaving was the smart thing to do. Staying there would have only caused trouble for the Young Master."

Su Youwan was slightly taken aback. ’She trusts her man a bit too much, almost to the point of being thoughtless.’

The Little Fairy fiddled with the Sun Gnomon. "Now that I have the Sun Gnomon, and with Jiang Jiayi busy holding down the fort, it looks like I’ll be the one to take you to the Spirit Race, Senior Sister."

Qiu Yuehan nodded.

Although the Little Fairy’s realm had fallen, she was still a Sixth Realm Kai Yang cultivator who practiced the Time Dao. Forget just visiting the Spirit Race; she could slaughter the entire clan without a problem.

Su Youwan said lightly, "By the way, Miss Xia, back in Ancestor Red Simurgh’s scroll painting, you asked me what I thought about Noodle Granny’s marriage."

The wind froze once more.

Qiu Yuehan took a step back.

’My Junior Sister is terrifying right now!’

But the white-haired Bodhisattva seemed completely oblivious, continuing, "I remember telling you at the time, Miss Xia, that I thought it was a very good thing."

A smile spread across Xia Lianxue’s face, a beautiful yet chilling sight.

"At the time, I thought I was about to die, so I planned to find a bed-warming maid for the Young Master, so his bed wouldn’t be cold in the future. But now that I’m alive, that’s no longer necessary."

’Marriage proposal this, marriage proposal that.’

’It’s so grating to the ears!’

Su Youwan seemed utterly deaf to the killing intent in Xia Lianxue’s words, continuing in her placid, waveless tone, "Young Master Lu won’t feel cold when he sleeps. His body temperature is very high."

Qiu Yuehan took another step back.

She could barely withstand the overwhelming pressure sweeping toward her.

She looked up at the sky.

’Wow, the clouds have completely blocked the sun. Is it going to rain?’

"And how would you know the Young Master’s temperature is high, Miss Su?"

"In the Netherworld, things were quite dangerous. In order to get the Sun Gnomon for you, Young Master Lu forced me to take off my clothes and have skin-to-skin contact with him."

KABOOM!