Chapter 2 The puppy's tail had already given it away.
This uninvited guest was like a god of war emerging from the north wind; his mere presence was enough to make it hard to breathe.
The heavy air pressed down on Chen Lian's shoulders, leaving him powerless to resist, and he dared not even look him in the eye.
Chen Lian's face was still being pressed hard against the ground by his combat boots. He couldn't lift his head and could only mumble, "Um...you? You are..."
As a half-cultivator after all, Chen Lian had barely finished speaking when a person flashed through his mind.
Possessing such a powerful and awe-inspiring divine status, and capable of directly influencing celestial phenomena, this being is most likely the original deity of this land.
“Azure, Azure Jade…”
As soon as the two words were uttered, Chen Lian's eyes widened suddenly, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"You are not yet able to invoke my Dharma name."
The man moved his boots aside and casually uttered a sentence.
The more powerful a cultivator's divine status becomes after ascension, the stronger the response they receive when mortals call their name.
Before the words "Cang Yu" could even be uttered, a large portion of Chen Lian's internal organs had already failed, and his sea of consciousness nearly exploded.
This is the mountain god of Fangze Mountain, the True Lord Cangyu.
He raised his hand, and the sound of swords rang out from the valley not far away.
Then, a silver sword covered in plum blossom cracks flew out in an instant, cutting through the frost and wind, and landed squarely in the mountain god's palm.
Hearing the voice, he rubbed his eyes and barely made out the name above the sword's edge.
Sexual assault.
This is the mountain god's sword.
The silver light that just flashed past Wenrensheng's eyes was none other than this "Lust Killer".
The mountain god twirled his sword, and the tip of the lecherous sword fell sternly, pointing at the center of his shoulder blade.
He said slowly, "Sword cultivator, why have you come here?"
The sound was deep, reminiscent of a snow-covered pine tree, and it didn't feel like it was heard with the ears, but rather like it was poured directly into the mind.
Others might find it terrifying, but hearing human voices made them feel much more at ease, and the hand gripping the bundle slowly loosened.
Great, I've finally waited for him.
Just as he had imagined, the mountain god was a gentle deity who wouldn't even step on an ant, and was even willing to help a little beggar like him.
Chen Lian didn't feel any "gentleness" at all. His chin trembled, and he stammered out a few words.
"It's that...that monster! He...he stole my things! I've come to get them back!"
Hearing the voice, he pouted and snorted, "Only those with long tails are monsters. I am a mortal, I have no tail."
After saying that, he glanced guiltily at the mountain god.
Fortunately, the mountain god did not react. He stared straight at Chen Lian, his eyes glowing gold, and the tip of his sword hovered behind Chen Lian for a moment.
“You have mixed spiritual roots,” he pondered, “and you haven’t reached the point where you need to refine mortals to improve your cultivation level.”
Feeling threatened, Chen Lian had no time to argue anymore and burst into tears: "No, no, no, Mountain God, please don't dig up my spiritual root! I promise I'll never come here again! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"
He cried as he frantically dug at the ground, trying to break free from the foot of the mountain god.
Unfortunately, it felt like a huge rock was pressing down on his back, and no matter how hard he dug, he couldn't budge it.
The mountain god did not answer. The color-killing weapon in his hand paused for a moment, and then veered slightly in front of Chen Lian towards the direction of the voice.
“To harm the people here is to diminish my merit,” he said. “If I can gain their forgiveness, I will let you go.”
The people here.
Hearing the voice, he silently repeated it in his mind.
Does that mean he is now also protected by the mountain god?
He couldn't help but feel a little happy, as he felt he was getting closer to his goal of getting his family.
Great, keep it up!
If the mountain god hadn't been there, he would have wanted to revert to his original form and roll around in the snow a couple of times.
Hearing the joyful voices, Chen Lian, standing to the side, was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder.
He's been arguing with Wenrensheng for so many years, and no one has ever protected this homeless brat. Asking him to apologize is no different from peeling off his own face.
But given the current situation, if he doesn't apologize, the mountain god might cripple him, and all his cultivation from the first half of his life would be reduced to ashes.
After much deliberation, Chen Lian finally managed to squeeze out a sentence in a low voice.
“I’m sorry, Wenrensheng,” he said in a hoarse voice, “I won’t bother you anymore.”
He paid no attention to what the person was saying, his gaze fixed on the lecherous weapon in the mountain god's hand.
So handsome... I love him!
He also had a small wooden sword, which he carved bit by bit according to the heavy sword of the statue of Cangyu Zhenjun.
"Should we let him go?" the mountain god suddenly asked.
Seeing the mountain god speak to him, he quickly looked away, shook his head, and tried to appear to be thinking seriously.
Finally, he nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, let him go this time!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a soft laugh reached his ears again.
Hearing a voice, he was startled.
He smiled?
Did I... hear that right?
Before he could react, Chen Lian, who was lying on the ground, let out a wail, then his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
I don't know if she fainted from fright or died from excessive blood loss.
The mountain god's expression remained unchanged. He sheathed his sword, slowly turned to the side, and his gaze fell on Wenren Sheng beside him.
Upon hearing the voices and seeing the scene, it immediately ran forward two steps like a good student who had been called upon by the teacher, and came to the front of the mountain god.
He looked up at the mountain god with curiosity. His face was dirty, but his clear eyes shone with pure light.
His gaze was undisguised, seemingly oblivious to the oppressive aura emanating from the surrounding deities, his eyes filled with eager anticipation.
Coupled with his impoverished and miserable appearance, he practically screamed "I want to follow you" as soon as he heard someone's voice.
Mountain God: "..."
After a long silence, the mountain god rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, "I'm not your father, don't look at me like that."
Hearing the voice, he didn't understand what it meant. He blinked and slowly opened his mouth, saying, "You are Cang Yu..."
Before I could even utter the last two words, I heard someone's voice and felt my upper and lower lips stick together, unable to open them.
"Hmm!"
"The silencing spell will be lifted in a moment," the mountain god kicked aside the unconscious Chen Lian, and looked at Wen Rensheng with his arm around his waist. "Call me He Mu. This name won't affect you."
He Mu... I've never heard of that name before.
But exchanging names is the first step to becoming family.
Hearing the voice, he obediently nodded.
He Mu didn't answer him, but squatted down and casually lifted the wrinkled collar of Wen Rensheng's clothes: "Why are you so dirty? Were you bullied?"
Hearing the voice, he was too embarrassed to admit that he had done it on purpose. He swallowed hard, shook his head vigorously, and gestured with his hands to explain.
He went up the mountain, fell, and tripped.
After gesturing, he stole a glance at Mu.
He was so small that Mu could only see his face clearly when he heard someone's voice as he squatted down. He had sharp and handsome features and was a very young face. The reddish-gold in his eyes had faded and turned into a pale gray, like a cold pool.
Having just summoned the lecherous killer, Mu was still enveloped in a chilling aura that hadn't yet dissipated. It wasn't exactly gentle, but one couldn't sense any obvious aggression from his voice.
On the contrary, there was a scent of wind and snow that made Wenrensheng feel very at ease.
“I’m going to lift your silencing spell now,” He Mu said, holding Wen Rensheng’s shoulders. “Remember, don’t call out my name unless you want to end up like him.”
Hearing someone's voice, he quickly nodded.
As soon as he agreed, he felt his lips could separate, and he exhaled a puff of white breath.
He immediately perked up, his eyes crinkling into a smile as he gave He Mu a sweet one.
"Thank you, Mountain God."
Seeing him smile, Mu's lips unconsciously curved upwards as well.
"Are you a monster?" he couldn't help but ask. "A little dog monster, perhaps?"
“It’s not a puppy,” Wenren said earnestly, “it’s just an ordinary mortal.”
After saying that, he guiltily covered the base of his tail and added in a low voice, "I don't have a tail."
"Oh, it doesn't have a tail."
He repeated it to Mu, glancing at the faint, swaying velvet tail behind Wen Rensheng.
It seems that not only is it a little monster, but it's also particularly stupid.
He Mu ascended to godhood through the ruthless path, possessing eyes that can see through spirits; the minor transformation spell of hearing human voices is simply not enough for him.
He recognized the human voice immediately; it belonged to the snow wolf of Fangze Mountain.
He had seen this little wolf a few times from afar before; it seemed to have no friends and always kept to itself.
The person who came to the temple must have heard about his upcoming return to Mount Yosaku and came specifically to seek refuge.
Ugh, what should I do with him?
He Mu stroked his chin, looking troubled.
Or... should we just leave it here and ignore it? After all, this snow mountain is its home, it can survive if left unattended..., right?
He looked at Wen Rensheng and tentatively asked, "Don't you have any other friends? Are you being isolated?"
“I wasn’t isolated.” Wen Rensheng put on a cold expression. “It’s just that I’m too mature and can’t play with them.”
He Mu nodded: "Oh, I see."
"Um!"
"……OK."
...
Perhaps there was a generation gap of hundreds of years between the two. After he finished speaking, the two fell into a long silence. Apart from the howling wind, all that could be heard was the painful groans of the dust on the ground.
"..."
He Mu pursed his lips, finally unable to hold back any longer, and broke the awkward atmosphere by speaking.
He pointed at Chen Lian and said, "Then I'll throw him down the mountain first, goodbye."
Having said that, he turned around to pick up Chen Lian.
Wenrensheng, who was standing to the side, suddenly seemed to be awakened to something and remembered the purpose of his trip up the mountain today.
He hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Wait, no!"
He Mu asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Home, family..."
He had only spoken halfway when Wen Rensheng's heart suddenly leaped into his throat, and all the worries and anxieties from before surged up at the same time.
No, should I say something?
If the mountain god discovers that he is a monster, will he simply hate him?
What should I do if I'm disliked?
Will he be driven out of Fangze Mountain? Will he lose his only place to stay?
Hearing the voice threw him into disarray, and his head began to spin. He looked down and stared intently at the tips of his shoes on the ground, trying to calm his racing heart.
He Mu seemed to notice Wen Rensheng's unease and leaned forward to stare at him.
What's there to be nervous about?
Her ears turned bright red at the sound of the voice, and she dared not meet his gaze. She stammered, "Please let me... um... take you in..."
"Uh, no, no! It was you who took him in..."
This child is bad at speaking; when he gets nervous, he babbles incoherently.
He Mu couldn't help but chuckle softly, reassuringly saying, "Don't be nervous, speak slowly."
Hearing the voice, he swallowed hard, then seemed to remember something, and quickly took off his small bag and put it on the ground.
He Mu raised an eyebrow at his actions: "Looking for incense money?"
"I am very poor, I have no money."
Hearing the voice, he honestly replied.
He Mu felt he had asked a really bad question, so he awkwardly pursed his lips and remained silent.
He didn't pay much attention to the voices. He squatted down with his back to Mu and rummaged through his bundle, making a loud rustling sound.
Mu glanced at the bundle where he could hear voices.
Despite being rather small, it carried quite a lot of things: cicada molts, snake skin, insect pupae, and even the complete corpse of a butterfly, all sandwiched among a pile of ugly clay figures, with a small wooden sword on top.
He Mu narrowed his eyes, his gaze passing over the cat's face that seemed to hear human voices, and looking at the wooden sword.
The carving technique is clumsy, clearly the work of a beginner, and the young owner has very little arm strength, so many areas are not polished properly.
On the hilt of the sword, there was a line of words written crookedly:
The Xuanxiao Sword, the number one divine sword in the world, cuts through the endless void.
He Mu: "..."
A note from the author:
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Chuunibyou puppy
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