Chapter 62 Meng Po's Clever Methods "Do you...know who you are?..."

The wind and snow raged.

Lou Yan carried Heng Qichun on his back, struggling along the winding mountain road.

The swift wind and snow blew against my cheeks, then slid down my face and head, sneaking into my clothes and neck, chilling me to the bone.

Lou Yan couldn't help but close her eyes, her jaw trembling from the cold, and she gripped Heng Qichun's buttocks and legs even harder with both hands.

In this freezing weather, if Heng Qichun were to fall, it would be a miracle if his master didn't lose half his life.

Lou Yan looked around, trying to find a foothold in the icy snow, his eyes narrowing and then opening again, and he sighed in vain.

The mountain path was winding and endless, even more difficult to find than the exit in the illusion. Carrying someone down the mountain through the vast snow and ice was more like sighing in despair.

hiss……

Lou Yan thought of something and tentatively freed one hand to form a magic seal, chanting it softly as he followed his memory.

"rise!"

A moment later, a talisman rose into the air. Lou Yan, imitating Heng Qichun, smeared a drop of blood on his fingertip and injected it into the talisman. The yellowed paper immediately revealed intricate seal script.

At the same time, a continuous stream of warmth rose up, enveloping him and Heng Qichun completely. The ice and snow on their hair melted instantly, and the snow water dripped down their hair.

Surrounded by warmth, Lou Yan finally let out a long sigh of relief.

The Warm Sun Talisman isn't that difficult to draw, I almost forgot, his skill in drawing talismans is already quite evident.

It's true that after being a wolf for so long, one almost forgets how capable they are.

With the raging cold wind no longer able to penetrate, Lou Yan suddenly felt hopeful about going down the mountain.

He carried Heng Qichun across two more intersections, and as he was carefully discerning directions amidst the wind and snow, he suddenly heard a strange noise.

The voice was extremely low, seemingly containing a hidden anger. By the time it reached Lou Yan's ears through the wind and snow, it had evolved into a low roar.

Similar to the howl of a wild animal in the mountains.

Lou Yan's fur stood on end in fright at the sound, his wolf ears sprang out, and even his wolf tail seemed ready to peek out from under his clothes.

It's over.

He followed Heng Qichun's thigh to his own tailbone and found the taut, bristling wolf tail. He broke out in a sweat with anxiety.

If Heng Qichun saw this, he would surely scold him for his restlessness and punish him by making him kneel for a long time.

But then I thought again, Heng Qichun was unconscious at the moment, and even if he knew, he wouldn't have the strength to punish him.

The roars of wild beasts came again, this time much closer to them.

Lou Yan cautiously looked around. He knew that he was now a member of the immortal sect and that the beast was probably no match for him, but he still couldn't help trembling and shrinking back.

That was the tiger demon—his mortal enemy.

When they were young, the forests where their wolf clan settled were invaded by tiger demons, and countless wolf clansmen perished in the tiger's jaws in just one night.

That night it snowed, the mountains and forests were stained with blood, and the stench of blood filled the air constantly.

Lou Yan's chest trembled as he felt the smell from years ago spreading into his nasal cavity again, making him want to vomit.

He barely managed to suppress his physical reaction and carried Heng Qichun away through the snow.

With a "plop"—

The snow burst open before his eyes, and the roar of tigers was almost in his ears. Lou Yan suddenly narrowed his gaze and finally saw the shadows of the tiger pack in the vast expanse of white.

With each step taken by the dozens of colossal creatures, the snow-covered mountains trembled, and the surrounding area was filled with demonic energy that surged into Lou Yan's nostrils through the snow-covered mountains.

They were a pack of ferocious white tigers.

Lou Yan subconsciously felt something was wrong.

The Qin Mirror is shattered. Demons like him whose true forms were revealed should have already returned to human form. Even demons like the Rhinoceros Demon, which were corrupted by ghostly energy, should have taken this opportunity to flee in all directions.

Why are there still so many white tigers on Mount Sixiang?

In his daze, he vaguely heard the low growls of the tiger pack again, and the white tiger at the head seemed to be saying—

Why are the snakes still entrenched on the mountain road to the north?

A white tiger beside him responded, and Lou Yan heard it clearly, causing his eyebrows to twitch.

It said: The snake clan seems to be searching for their missing kin, so they have blocked the way down the mountain. Their demonic aura is too strong, so we should find another way down the mountain.

What, did you lose your snake?

Lou Yan was amazed to learn for the first time that tigers were actually afraid of snakes.

Fortunately, as long as the tiger clan wasn't targeting them, he and Heng Qichun were relatively safe.

We need to find a way to get out of here...

Lou Yan stood there for a moment, thinking. Fearing that the tiger clan would discover him, he simply put away the "warm sun talisman" he had used to keep warm. He then made a hand seal with his fingertips, and a stream of spiritual energy slowly rose up.

"hidden!"

"Hiss..." Lou Yan frowned slightly after finishing the incantation but there was no response. He subconsciously turned his head to ask Heng Qichun on his back, "Master, how do you cast the invisibility spell again?"

Only after asking the question did he realize that Heng Qichun was still unconscious, and he couldn't help but click his tongue in the snow.

Strange, he clearly stole some of the Ghost Book using that incantation in the Ghost Realm, how come he forgot how to recite the incantation so quickly?

Could it be that the fact that his name appeared in the Book of Ghosts was too terrifying and scared him out of his mind?

Lou Yan still refused to believe that he had been scared out of his wits by the Tiger Clan. He stood there silently recalling the immortal technique, trying to use the invisibility technique to cover himself and Heng Qichun together.

In his predicament, he suddenly felt a tightness in his tailbone, as if someone had gripped his wolf tail tightly, but then let go due to the prickly wolf fur.

Lou Yan's ears twitched suddenly, and one of its tails, its muscles taut, hung precariously from its waist.

He guessed at a certain possibility, hesitated and looked back, only to meet Heng Qichun's half-open, clear and bright eyes.

Lou Yan's throat tightened, and he barely managed to steady himself so as not to throw Heng Qichun off him. After a long while, he forced a smile, "Master, you're awake?"

This was a clever question, but Heng Qichun seemed not to hear it.

Those clear eyes moved at the sound, looking at Lou Yan with an indescribable sense of confusion.

He seemed unaware of why he was there, nor did he hear what Lou Yan had just asked. He simply lay on Lou Yan's back, once again gripping the base of Lou Yan's tail with his long, slender fingers, and shook it in his hand.

In this eerie atmosphere, Lou Yan heard his master ask, "Why do you have a tail?"

His voice was slightly hoarse from illness, and he asked a question cautiously, his eyes revealing amazement and curiosity.

Lou Yan: "???"

Lou Yan removed the Warm Sun Talisman, and countless gusts of wind and snow lashed at their heads and faces, soon condensing into small shards of ice on their hair.

Lou Yan twitched his ears in astonishment, and large swaths of snow slid down his hair, crashing to the ground with a soft rustling sound.

What happened?

Even if no one else in this world ever knows he is the Demon Wolf, Heng Qichun will never forget him!

When he first took me back to the Eighteen Realms, didn't he go to great lengths to cover up the truth, claiming to the outside world that he was just raising a spirit pet?

Lou Yan stood silently, frozen in the wind and snow, staring at Heng Qichun across the vast expanse of snow. He looked at Heng Qichun's deathly pale face and could almost feel the chest rising and falling against his back, clearly suppressing an unbearable cough.

A guess slowly formed in my mind—could it be that he's delirious from the fever?

Lou Yan cleared his throat, tightened his grip on Heng Qichun's hips and legs, and asked with an embarrassed laugh, "Master... are you... alright?"

The wind was fierce and the snow was heavy. The raging wind roared in my ears, blurring Lou Yan's voice into fragmented syllables.

Heng Qichun looked at him, barely able to make out a few words from his lip movements, and then asked very seriously, "Who are you? Why do you call me Master?"

Lou Yan: "..."

Ahhh, his master doesn't remember him!

The wolf cub roared inwardly, trying to calm himself down and consider his current situation.

He forced a smile, flashed a perfect eight-tooth grin at Heng Qichun, and tentatively asked, "Do you... know who you are?"

Heng Qichun, with a solemn expression and a slight frown, carefully considered Lou Yan's question.

Then he shook his head again.

He didn't know.

Lou Yan's fingertips trembled slightly, and his half-exposed wolf ears and tail were fully revealed, while at the same time a wisp of barely perceptible demonic aura was released.

The fluctuations in spiritual energy made it even harder to control one's emotions.

Ahhh, even his master doesn't remember him!!!

So Heng Qichun didn't forget himself because his injuries were too severe, but rather... he didn't remember anything at all?

But why is that?

How come after going to the underworld, I came out as someone with no memory at all?

Lou Yan frowned sharply, secretly executing a technique from an angle where Heng Qichun couldn't see, and then traced it along his fingertips.

A curse that Heng Qichun had forbidden to use circulated around his body. Lou Yan's Adam's apple bobbed as he nervously turned his head to observe Heng Qichun's reaction.

He held Heng Qichun's hand tighter and tighter, fearing that his master would turn against him after discovering that he had secretly used the Spirit Detection Technique, and also fearing that Heng Qichun was truly terminally ill.

The spiritual energy paused for a moment in Heng Qichun's body, then suddenly stopped at a certain spot in his lungs, circling back and forth.

Heng Qichun had no idea what trick Lou Yan was playing. He remained in a position where he was lying on him with his head bowed, his clear eyes fixed on the spiritual energy that was moving around on his body.

He wanted to reach out and touch it but didn't dare, looking somewhat at a loss.

Lou Yan also stared intently at the ball of spiritual energy until this moment when his eyes narrowed.

The Spirit Detection Technique stopped on Heng Qichun's abdomen, causing him to cough involuntarily.

Lou Yan seized the opportunity to reach out and touch Heng Qichun's lips. His fingers brushed across Heng Qichun's pale, thin lips, and before he knew it, they were covered in a chill.

He withdrew his hand and indeed smelled a medicinal scent on his fingertips.

It tastes like Meng Po soup.

Lou Yan instantly withdrew his Spirit Probing Technique, his chest trembling, and closed his eyes with a look of utter despair.

That's good, he no longer needs to try to find out about his master's past with the Yi Emperor.

Because Heng Qichun has completely lost his memory.

It was the Meng Po soup he drank in the underworld that took effect.

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Author's Note: There will be a short scene where the Master suffers from amnesia. He'll be a bit more bewildered and adorable than usual. Well, before becoming an unapproachable god, he was already a somewhat "cute" person... [Please!]