Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 20

Chapter 20: One Hundred Ways to Make Men Take the Initiative

Though autumn had already arrived outside, bringing a rather grim and bleak atmosphere, the Pure Land of Red Dust was filled with the fragrance of birdsong, lush green grass, and tender pink peach blossoms, cascading down in a riot of color

, landing on the head of Taoist Nun Qingyu. A gloomy expression settled on her cold and beautiful face as she let the peach blossoms fall onto her head.

She gazed dimly at the cave of the Holy Maiden of Pure Heart not far away, feeling abandoned.

Three people were inside: Master Hongchen, lying in bed; one was her own disciple; and the other, no matter how she thought about it, should have been her! Why had that person been replaced by Jiang Li?

Taoist Nun Qingyu was dejected. She couldn’t help it. After all, she wasn’t Master Hongchen’s descendant. She had simply been brought back to the mountain by the previous headmaster at the tender age of 28, and was therefore powerless to resist Master Hongchen’s charm.

She had originally been skeptical and, with longing, faced Master Hongchen’s sleeping face.

Soon, her yearning soured into possessiveness, and she was then jointly expelled by Saintess Jingxin and Jiang Li.

Their methods were somewhat brutal.

Damn it, why was Jiang Li unharmed, while I, the Sect Master, felt like an outsider!

Inside the cave, whether due to the change of scenery or simply the time of year, Fairy Hongchen slowly regained consciousness.

She opened her eyes, their distinct black and white gaze fixed upon the two before her.

The moment they opened, Jiang Li felt the entire cave glow, causing him to feel disoriented.

Fairy Hongchen, bewildered, softly inquired, “Who are you? Where is that foolish person who only knew how to chuckle?”

“The 36th generation descendant, Jingxin, greets the ancestor,” Saintess Jingxin bowed deeply to Fairy Hongchen.

“The 72nd generation Human Emperor greets Fairy Hongchen.”

“Are you my descendant? Who am I? What is a Human Emperor?” Fairy Hongchen’s eyes were hazy, puzzled by the actions of Saintess Jingxin and Jiang Li.

The Holy Maiden of Purification asked, “I wonder how much of the past, Grandmaster, remembers?”

Fairy Hongchen looked bewildered. “I only remember waking up in a giant crystal. Something seemed to be restraining me…”

“After I untied myself, I walked down the mountain, heading east, passing through two small towns, and into the forest. I grew increasingly sleepy along the way, and finally found a large tree to sleep under…”

“When I woke up, I found myself in a golden house. A man stared at me infatuatedly. I asked him questions, but he wouldn’t answer, only giggling. I felt bored, so I went back to sleep…”

“This happened several times, and then you appeared before me.”

Fairy Hongchen seemed unaccustomed to speaking so much at once, pausing several times.

“So, do you remember anything from the immortal realm? Perhaps your mortal realm?”

Fairy Hongchen shook her head gently.

The Holy Maiden of Purification and Jiang Li exchanged a glance. Fairy Hongchen had lost her memory after her resurrection, or rather, she didn’t retain her memories after becoming a spirit.

Jiang Li frowned slightly, sensing a nagging doubt in Fairy Hongchen’s words.

He used his spiritual power to construct a three-dimensional map of the Red Dust Pure Land and showed it to Fairy Hongchen: “This is where you woke up, Fairy. You will walk in this direction from now on, correct?”   Fairy Hongchen nodded.

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Then you passed through these two towns and finally arrived in the woods? ” Fairy Hongchen nodded.   ”Did you walk there during the day?”   Fairy Hongchen nodded.   The two chatted with Fairy Hongchen for a while, recounting her past as learned from ancient texts and the current situation in Jiuzhou. Seeing that she wanted to sleep again, they settled her down and left the cave.   ”What’s the problem?”   ”I don’t know what it is, but it’s definitely a problem,” Jiang Li said, frowning slightly.   ”Ever since I took the key to your treasury, you haven’t even been able to afford the spiritual grain, forcing you to come down the mountain and earn spirit stones. Although I’m returning the key for your sake, you’ve also learned your lesson and sent some mortals from the Mengjiang Dynasty to settle here, right?”   Everyone in Jiuzhou can cultivate. Mortals in Jiuzhou refer to those cultivators who spend their entire lives lingering in the early stages of Qi training.   Upon hearing the words, “I’m returning the key for your sake,” Saint Jingxin blushed slightly but nodded.   ”These mortals have established towns, cultivated spiritual grain, and handed it over to us annually.”   ”That’s the problem. Fairy Hongchen passed by two towns in quick succession during the day, even on foot. Given her appearance, how could the townspeople have been unaware? Yet, you received no such news, resulting in our ancestor’s disappearance remaining unnoticed for three years!”   Saint Jingxin realized something mid-sentence.   Yes, the ancestral tomb is located in a remote area, so it’s reasonable that no one saw him descend the mountain. But passing through a bustling town in broad daylight without seeing him is unbelievable.   ”That shouldn’t be the case. Each town has a Jindan-stage junior sister in charge, and the spiritual grains those two towns provide annually are of excellent quality. How could they have such a problem?”   Jiang Li glanced at the Pure Heart Saint, somewhat disdainful of her intelligence. “You’ve discovered a problem, but instead of solving it, you’ve actually denied it.”   With that, he transformed into a stream of light and flew towards the two towns.   The Pure Heart Saint stamped her foot in anger, pulled a book from her storage ring, and slammed it to the ground.   They say men like girls who are a little silly. This crappy book is completely useless. And yet the master swore that this book was particularly effective, supposedly a bestseller in Jiuzhou.   The cover of the book, still on the ground, blatantly read: “One Hundred Ways to Make Men Take the Initiative” – Teacher of Lust.   The Pure Heart Saint also transformed into a stream of light and followed Jiang Li.   A while after the Holy Maiden of Pure Heart left, Nun Qingyu saw the book still on the ground, sighed softly, and picked it up.   After all, it was written by me.   …   Two towns were built along the river, so the one upstream was called Shanghe Town, and the one downstream was called Xiahe Town. Their names were simple and easy to understand.   Unlike Qingcheng, Jiang Li hadn’t figured out what was “green” about Qingcheng in five hundred years.

The town was prosperous, a scene of thriving prosperity. Mortals lived and worked in peace and contentment, not worried about not being able to cultivate to a higher level, nor feeling inferior for having to serve a group of fairies their entire lives.

The residents of Shanghe Town were busy with their own affairs. Vendors hawked on the street, boasting about their handmade products. Waiters warmly welcomed guests, and the kitchen staff cooked delicious dishes with a fierce fire. Families ate around the table, and some were preparing for the autumn harvest.

Everything seemed so normal, no different from other towns where mortals lived.

But in the eyes of Jiang Li and the Holy Maiden Jingxin, it seemed very strange. The Holy Maiden Jingxin even shuddered with a chill down her spine.

They could not see a trace of life here!

Whether it was vendors, waiters or cooks, they were all dead!

The entire Shanghe Town was a dead city!

There was not a single living person!

(End of this chapter)