Chapter 31 Saving the World and Killing: "...Demons deserve to be abandoned..."

Wei Xiuzhu crouched down and stepped forward, making hand seals with both hands, using his spiritual power to probe Heng Qichun's meridians.

The unrestrained lotus fragrance was gradually dissipated by an indescribable scent.

“If what Senior Brother said is true, the Divine Lord’s injuries have not healed and he was ambushed by the Taoist priest, so he should not be able to use his spiritual power easily…” Lou Yan heard Wei Xiuzhu say, “Hiss… His meridians are indeed damaged!”

Lou Yan was taken aback, only then remembering that Wei Xiuzhu, who was in the Lu Duan Sect, was actually a promising candidate for medical cultivation.

He looked down at the person in his arms again, and saw that Heng Qichun's eyes were half-closed, and the half of his pupils that were visible were white like the clear sky and swirling clouds. His white hair was disheveled, and the way he was breathing with difficulty reminded him of his past life...

In the previous world, when he gathered the Nine Netherworld Realms to conquer the Eighteen Realms, it was the same when Heng Qichun dispersed his cultivation to perish with him.

That's true!

"Senior Brother Lou?" Wei Xiuzhu called out to him, "Your spiritual energy cultivation method is inherited from the Divine Venerable. Could you lend me a hand?"

No matter how much Lou Yan hoped Heng Qichun would be punished, she couldn't possibly stand by and watch him die at this time.

He pulled Heng Qichun closer to him, raised an eyebrow at Wei Xiuzhu, and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Wei Xiuzhu freed one hand to form a magic incantation and said, "I need a drop of Senior Brother Lou's blood as a medicinal ingredient."

Lou Yan wasn't a medical cultivator, but having spent over two hundred years in the cultivation world, he still recognized it based on his experience from his previous life—it was the Spirit Continuation Technique.

Only those whose meridians are about to be destroyed can use the Spirit Restoration Technique. Has Heng Qichun really been injured to this extent?

He couldn't help but purse his lips, the words Wei Xiuzhu had just spoken echoing in his ears.

Unhealed injuries, assassination by a Taoist priest, damaged meridians...

Two lifetimes have passed, why do you still love to be so stubborn?

Lou Yan grew angrier the more she thought about it, but she still coldly offered her wrist, gritting her teeth as she said, "Take it!"

Wei Xiuzhu was still catching his breath, and a faint worry remained shrouded his usually harmless face.

He could vaguely sense that something was wrong with Lou Yan, but he didn't say anything in the critical moment. He pursed his lips and casually pricked Lou Yan's fingertip.

There is a hidden, sharp pain.

Soon, the blood bead hanging from Lou Yan's fingertip condensed under his spiritual power, floating lightly in the air. In an instant, golden light flashed—Wei Xiuzhu made a hand seal and injected the blood bead into Heng Qichun's heart meridian.

Lou Yan stared intently at him, about to speak, when she suddenly noticed Wei Xiuzhu's hand, which was forming a hand seal, tremble.

"What's wrong with you?" Lou Yan asked.

Wei Xiuzhu's forehead was already soaked with sweat, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. He was still concentrating on the Spirit Continuation Incantation in his hand, but his voice trembled slightly when he spoke.

"It seems someone is coming..."

Lou Yan suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the still-burning sea of ​​fire, staring intently at the person who came out from inside.

His robes were almost completely burned off by the fire, yet he still managed to walk out of the mansion unharmed.

Tan Chengyi. Very good.

Lou Yan handed Heng Qichun to Wei Xiuzhu, then slowly straightened up, making a "clucking" sound as he ground his teeth.

He heard Wei Xiuzhu squatting there, asking in fear, "Senior brother, who is that!"

Lou Yan did not answer, but patted Wei Xiuzhu's shoulder to signal him not to be distracted, and then stepped over the barrier formed by the stringless zither and walked towards Tan Chengyi.

When they were quite far away, Wei Xiuzhu heard his reply: "He's someone who should have died long ago."

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Wei Xiuzhu's heart. His first reaction was to get up and stop Lou Yan. However, the Spirit Continuation Technique was still active at his fingertips. Lou Yan's drop of blood was circulating around Heng Qichun's body, causing him to groan and his chest to heave violently. Then he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"God." Wei Xiuzhu was worried that Heng Qichun would choke on the backflow of blood, so he was flustered and stretched his neck to call Lou Yan, but he saw that his senior brother was preoccupied with that "damned" person.

Fortunately, the sensible Pixiu cub was not useless. It made two "whoosh" sounds and hopped over to Heng Qichun's back, taking the semi-conscious person from Wei Xiuzhu's hands and supporting him steadily.

Ancient mythical beasts are always quite powerful.

Wei Xiuzhu was finally able to free his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of Heng Qichun's mouth. He looked the energetic Pixiu cub up and down and said with a smile, "I was wondering why you weren't on the list that was sent up from the Luduan Gate not long ago. I almost forgot that you were brought out by the God."

Wei Xiuzhu was a disciple of the Luduan Sect. He spent his days mingling with the ancient beasts kept by the sect, and his body was so heavily tainted with beastly energy that the Pixiu cubs could easily distinguish who was the king and who was the queen.

It pursed its lips tightly, using all its strength to support Heng Qichun's body, and nodded obsequiously at Wei Xiuzhu, not daring to utter a single word.

Heng Qichun's face gradually regained its color, so Wei Xiuzhu stopped using the Spirit Renewal Technique. The more he looked at the little thing, the funnier it became, and he couldn't help but reach out and poke the Pixiu's head.

As soon as he reached out, the little beast shrank its neck in fear, and its whole body began to tremble involuntarily.

Wei Xiuzhu's finger was still hovering in mid-air. Seeing this, he frowned and muttered, "Am I that scary...?"

The Pixiu cub suddenly cried out in surprise, its eyes fixed on the sea of ​​fire, and it nearly dropped Heng Qichun in shock.

Wei Xiuzhu quickly helped the person up, and finally realized something was wrong. He turned his head to look in the direction behind him and was equally shocked.

"Senior Brother Lou..."

Lou Yan stood facing the sea of ​​fire, his robes half-burnt, yet he still stared intently at Tan Chengyi, his back slightly hunched. His gloomy expression was unlike that of a member of the immortal sect; rather, it resembled…

Before Wei Xiuzhu could come up with an answer, he saw Lou Yan bow slightly, lean towards Tan Chengyi, and ask him in a sinister tone, "How can you still have the nerve to live?"

Having just escaped the control of Xu Shengzi, Tan Chengyi suffered the pain of his entire family's annihilation. He was like a piece of rotten wood about to wither and decay. Hearing the sound, he looked up, revealing his face covered in dust and emaciated.

The person is still alive, but there is little trace of life left in them.

Today, all the troubles facing the Tan family are due to Tan Chengyi, the instigator. Lou Yan couldn't help but take a step closer, standing on the edge of the sea of ​​fire and staring at him. "Your wife abandoned clan rules and was ostracized by her people in order to marry you. She bore you children and managed the household affairs, all because she is a demon..."

Lou Yan bit down hard, suppressing the urge to bite Tan Chengyi to death on the spot, and stared at Tan Chengyi, pinning him to the spot. "You abandoned her and left home, allowing your father to kill his daughter, causing your family to fall into such a state."

"...Do demons deserve to be abandoned and left unattended?"

Lou Yan's question from behind was clearly tinged with emotion, and he even brought tears to his eyes. Fortunately, Tan Chengyi was so grief-stricken at that moment that he did not notice his unusual behavior.

He simply turned around amidst the raging flames, looking at his once warm and harmonious home, now reduced to ruins.

The talismans used to ward off evil spirits had long since turned into ashes in the sea of ​​fire. The roof tiles and bricks fell one by one, crashing to the ground with a "crack" sound. Then, the ancestral hall collapsed with a roar and was completely engulfed by the raging fire.

Tan Chengyi slowly closed his eyes, two lines of tears sliding down his cheeks, his voice choked with sobs, "Yes, it's my fault, I deserve to die."

This was the first thing Lou Yan heard him say in real life.

He sneered, squinted at the sea of ​​fire that was about to break through the barrier, and suddenly reached out to break through the barrier set up by the stringless zither, walking out without restraint.

With the flames of karmic retribution before him, he looked at Tan Chengyi with an interrogative gaze, then let out a long laugh, “So you do know you deserve to die.”

not good.

As Wei Xiuzhu tried to stop him, Lou Yan pushed Tan Chengyi back into the sea of ​​fire with a single palm strike.

A bloodcurdling scream immediately rang in their ears, and through the sea of ​​fire, they could see Tan Chengyi's dying struggle. The flames devoured him inch by inch, and the withered wood was eventually reduced to ashes.

This mansion has now completely met its demise.

Wei Xiuzhu was terrified and forgot what he was supposed to do. He awkwardly helped Heng Qichun kneel down, and after a long while, he called out again, "Senior Brother Lou..."

A disciple of a celestial sect wantonly killed a civilian, especially a helpless, dying man... This is a grave crime.

Hearing Wei Xiuzhu's worried voice, Lou Yan laughed without restraint, grinning as he turned around, "It's just killing someone, what's the big deal... uh... Master?"

Heng Qichun was looking at him with his eyes half open.

He was already awake, half-supported by the ground as Wei Xiuzhu helped him up. Lotus Fragrance moved between his fingertips, and the stringless zither trembled in the air, producing a sharp sound.

The raging fire vanished without a trace in an instant.

The entire Tan family mansion is now nothing but ruins, with smoke and dust filling the sky. The people, events, and all the past events are buried within, never to be redressed.

Lou Yan no longer cared about the fate of the mansion. He subconsciously tugged at his sleeve, which had been burned, and scrambled to move in front of Heng Qichun.

"Master," he called out softly.

Perhaps feeling guilty, Lou Yan didn't dare to raise his head. After calling out "Master," he stood there with his head down, waiting. However, after a long time, he still didn't hear Heng Qichun speak.

The silence lasted so long that Lou Yan began to suspect that Heng Qichun was about to faint again, her face pale.

Lou Yan couldn't hold back any longer and tentatively said, "Tan Chengyi is dead."

There was still no response.

Lou Yan cautiously lifted a section of his eyelid and saw his master quietly watching him, his translucent eyes slightly lowered, with a cryptic look in the depths of his eyes.

Lou Yan tried to find a reason for himself, "Tan Chengyi deserved what he got today, so he might as well die! If you ask me, this way of dying is too good for him."

Whether these words hit the nail on the head or not, Heng Qichun narrowed his eyes. He summoned back the stringless zither with one hand, and a strong lotus fragrance wafted from his sleeves. He lowered his eyes again to look at Lou Yan.

His deep, still eyes seemed to hold a pool of frost, and when their gazes met, they sent a chill down one's spine for no apparent reason.

It's hard to say what that look meant.

Lou Yan dared not move and instinctively stretched out his head to wait for his master to speak. As soon as he did, he felt a pain on the side of his face.

A loud "bang" was heard.

Lou Yan was knocked to the side by Heng Qichun's palm strike, and instinctively reached out to cover his left cheek. The skin on his palm visibly swelled up, and his mouth throbbed with pain.

In both his past and present lives, this was the first time he had been slapped by Heng Qichun.

The little wolf felt wronged, twitched its nose, and looked up at Heng Qichun with its scarlet eyes.

"Give him one last chance," Lou Yan thought.

If he can't give a reason for attacking me, I'll fight him with swords today. At worst, I'll end up with the same fate as in my previous life.

He tilted his head and waited for a long time before finally hearing Heng Qichun speak.

“No matter how much he deserves to die, it’s not up to you to decide his fate.” Heng Qichun’s eyes were extremely cold. He reached out and patted Lou Yan’s collar, pulling up and putting down the dark blue clothes. “Only the Nine Netherworld Realm would presume to determine a person’s fate. You are a disciple of the Eighteen Realms. Wear this school uniform for one day and remember your identity.”

Heng Qichun looked at him, his voice cold yet unquestionable, "Those who cultivate immortality and discuss the Dao can only help the world, not kill."

With each word he spoke, he would pat Lou Yan's chest with his backhand, the frequency inexplicably matching the sound of his heartbeat, making Lou Yan's heart pound and sending a chill down his spine for no reason.

Lou Yan lowered his head involuntarily, his Adam's apple bobbing as he forced himself to swallow the saliva in his throat and said dryly, "I understand."

After speaking, Lou Yan waited for a while, but still did not hear Heng Qichun's reply. Lou Yan lowered his head, a sense of unease rising in his heart. After hesitating for a long time, he repeated, "This disciple understands."

Feeling that he had finally shown his utmost sincerity, Lou Yan tentatively raised his head, only to meet Heng Qichun's pale face.

"Master?" He wanted to ask him how he felt, but because of that slap, he couldn't bring himself to ask.

Heng Qichun simply ignored him. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly, glancing at Wei Xiuzhu, who had been stunned for a long time. "Didn't you go down the mountain with Yusheng for training?"

Wei Xiuzhu became reserved whenever this topic came up, his expression strange as he tugged at the hem of his clothes. "This..."

It was clear that he had something difficult to say. Heng Qichun understood, so he didn't ask any more questions. He covered his chest and turned to leave, saying, "Let's go, we'll talk on the way."

He never looked at Lou Yan again from beginning to end.

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Author's Note: Finally finished writing until I got home, sob sob sob! See you tomorrow!!! [cheering][cheering][cheering]