Luo Yue
She heard Liu Weiyang's voice whisper in her ear: "Silence."
Yan Dan really wanted to hit him, but she managed to restrain herself. As Liu Weiyang slowly released his grip, the smell of blood grew stronger. She turned her head to look and saw that the hem of his pale white outer robe was stained crimson.
Liu Weiyang took two steps forward. Although his posture remained upright, it was noticeable that his gait was different from usual. Yan Dan stroked her chin. If he were injured, it would be a huge advantage for her. It would also be time to settle accounts for pushing her off the cliff.
Liu Weiyang stopped and glanced back at her, his calm eyes remaining undisturbed. Yan Dan immediately understood and followed him forward.
Someone once told her that friends who share hardships may not be able to share happiness, while enemies may become allies. Yan Dan deeply agreed with this statement.
Liu Weiyang slowly walked past the corpse. Suddenly, the corpse beetles on the corpse stopped moving. In the blink of an eye, they frantically climbed upwards, as if trying to avoid Liu Weiyang.
Yan Dan saw it clearly and was surprised: Liu Weiyang still smelled of blood. How could the corpse beetles, who were always attracted to the smell of blood and corpses, be avoiding it? She remembered that Tang Zhou's blood could cure all poisons. Looking at the bloodstains on the hem of Liu Weiyang's outer robe, could it be that the corpse beetles were afraid of his blood?
After considering for a moment, Yan Dan softened her voice and asked when they reached the village entrance, "Young Master Liu, how is your injury?"
Liu Weiyang continued walking and gave a noncommittal "hmm".
Yan Dan suddenly felt powerless to argue with a mute, so she decided to go all the way and quickly stepped forward to grab his arm, staring intently at him.
Liu Weiyang had no choice but to stop and look down at her: "What's wrong?"
Yan Dan's eyes shone brightly as she stared at him eagerly. Zi Lin had once falsely accused her, saying that her expression was enough to make anyone lose their appetite for three days. But what's useful is good; whether it makes someone lose their appetite or makes them drool is completely irrelevant. She had lived for so many years and seen so much of the world; she felt that some things were best left with a good ending.
Liu Weiyang remained expressionless and tried to pull his sleeve away from her hand. Yan Dan immediately pressed it down firmly. After spending some time together, she had come to understand his personality to some extent. He didn't like physical contact with others and would never seriously pull her hand away.
Unable to pull his sleeve back, Liu Weiyang asked helplessly, "What do you want to do?"
Yan Dan was secretly smug: Didn't you trick us all into the Demonic Realm to die? Didn't you push me off the cliff? Didn't you ignore all my questions? The law of cause and effect circulates in the universe. If you sow a seed, you will surely reap the fruit. Now it's time to receive your retribution.
Seeing that she remained silent and stared intently at him, Liu Weiyang endured for a while but finally had to look away: "What exactly do you want?"
Yan Dan smiled slightly, her expression gentle and clear, and said softly, "Young Master Liu, why don't I help you bandage your wound? That way, it will heal faster."
Liu Weiyang moved the corners of his mouth, and under her intense gaze, he finally said, "Thank you for your trouble."
He found a tree stump to sit on and lifted the blood-stained hem of his clothes to show her. Yan Dan squatted down beside him, looking at the wound, which was definitely not shallow, and couldn't help but gloat: "This wound looks like it was cut by a sharp weapon." Of course, she wouldn't be so kind as to treat his wound; she just wanted to take the opportunity to do something, and secretly smear some of his blood on herself and hide it, just in case the corpse beetles were really afraid of his blood, then she would have something to be sure of later.
"It was from when I jumped off the cliff and cut myself on the rock," Liu Weiyang said calmly.
Yan Dan was taken aback: "Jump off a cliff?"
Liu Weiyang looked at her for a while, then slowly said, "It seems you really don't know."
Yan Dan suddenly felt like she had been set up by him.
“We weren’t walking on a mountain path, but on the back of a mountain. By the time I realized it, it was about to turn over, so I had no choice but to jump off the cliff.”
Yan Dan had heard her master mention Fantian. In terms of lineage, Fantian and Zilin were of the same clan and ancestry, but Fantian was much taller and more vigorous than Zilin. Because of its large size, it was also exceptionally lazy, often lying there for decades, even centuries, without getting up to take a few steps, and naturally, grass and trees would grow on its body. However, after lying there for a long time, it would occasionally get up and turn over. This turn was truly as if the heavens and earth were turned upside down, hence the name "Fantian" (meaning "turning over the heavens").
Yan Dan felt a little embarrassed. It turned out he meant well, but she had misunderstood. She raised her hand and placed it lightly on his wound, softly chanting a healing spell. A faint white light rippled out, and the open wound immediately tightened and healed.
Liu Weiyang seemed thoughtful, and said softly, "If it wasn't you, then who else would have seen Fantian?" Yan Dan folded the silk handkerchief stained with his blood, put it away, and casually said, "Is this important?"
Liu Weiyang lowered his coat, stood up, took a few steps, and said calmly, "Thank you."
"Strange, what about Yu Mo and Tang Zhou?" Could they be trapped under the rubble? If that's the case, Yu Mo might still be saved, but Tang Zhou is definitely minced meat.
Liu Weiyang shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.
They walked outside the village and saw a stone tablet standing under a big tree at the entrance of the village, with two large characters written on it: Luoyue.
Not only Yan Dan, but even Liu Weiyang's calm eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
Evil gods, like the immortals of ancient times, are an ancient race.
At that time, the sky was not yet the sky, and the earth was not yet the earth; heaven and earth were almost merged together. Only after Pangu separated heaven and earth did the human world cease to be a dark and chaotic place.
Nuwa used clay to create mortals, while the evil god used his own flesh and blood to create the Luoyue people.
In the battle between immortals and demons, the evil god was annihilated, and the demon realm perished. The Luo Yue clan was forced to migrate out of the demon realm and live in seclusion in the mortal world. However, the destruction of the evil god also affected them; their lifespans became shorter and shorter, and they could only maintain their bloodline by constantly reproducing their offspring. The Luo Yue clan is extremely arrogant, much like their ancestral evil god. They are unwilling to interact with mortals, let alone intermarry. Because of this, it is now almost impossible to find a member of the Luo Yue clan in the world.
Like their ancestors, the Luoyue people have perished in the torrent of thousands of years.
Yan Dan tapped her chin with her finger and whispered, "The Luo Yue Clan here must be the Luo Yue Clan before the Demon Realm was destroyed, right?"
Liu Weiyang rarely agreed, saying, "That's not necessarily true. If the evil gods hadn't wiped out their race, why would they need to use human sacrifices?"
Yan Dan was instantly horrified. Before the war between immortals and demons, Luo Yueren was renowned for her beauty. The progenitor of the evil gods had proudly declared that everything they created in the world was flawless, unlike some mortals created by immortals who always had slight imperfections. From that time onward, there were occasional minor conflicts between the Heavenly Court and the Demon Realm. Gradually, the resentment in their hearts deepened, and the two realms finally went to war. At that time, the master of the Demon Realm was the evil god Xuan Xiang. He, along with Emperor Zixu and Star Lord Jidu, perished together in the Cloud Heaven Palace, and the Demon Realm vanished. After leaving the Demon Realm, Luo Yueren underwent significant changes in both appearance and body. Her once beautiful face began to look strange, and her body gradually became shorter and more twisted.
"Even the most beautiful flowers will wither and the most beautiful faces will grow old, but it's still a pity to see it with my own eyes." As soon as Yan Dan finished speaking, Liu Weiyang looked at her with surprise, as if wondering when she could speak seriously after all those boring words.
She pouted, thinking with dissatisfaction, that she was full of inner beauty, but no one had discovered it yet.
Yan Dan led the way into the village inhabited by the Luo Yue tribe. After passing a mulberry grove at the village entrance, she saw many houses in the distance, each with a stilted wooden frame. A clear stream meandered around the village, its bright water shimmering in the setting sun. From the bottom of her heart, she felt that this was the most beautiful place in the Demon Realm.
She didn't really appreciate those human-faced badgers and blood eagles that she had encountered before, as they were too fierce and barbaric.
"Who are you, and how did you get here?"
The voice was clearly that of a young boy, still clear and delicate, with a slight husky tinge characteristic of growing up. Yan Dan turned around and saw a young man and woman standing in the afterglow of the setting sun. Hiding behind the boy who had just spoken was a girl who looked to be in her early teens, her dark eyes fixed on them—no, to be precise, she was staring intently at the young master Liu behind her, right past Yan Dan.
The girl suddenly smiled, giving Liu Weiyang a charming smile: "You've come to marry my sister, haven't you?"
Yan Dan turned her head to look at the expressionless Liu Weiyang, then at the young couple, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Yan Dan easily found a place to stay in the Luo Yue Clan. This was largely thanks to Liu Weiyang. The girl who had laughed so sweetly earlier happened to be a young lady from a prestigious family within the Luo Yue Clan. In worldly terms, it was a renowned family, blessed by their ancestors, much like how the world was currently ruled by the Pei family, whose surname was considered more noble than others.
As for the details, they can be summarized in just a couple of sentences.
The Luoyue people have a strange naming system, using only given names and no surnames. The boy was named Nan Zhao and the girl was named Shui Xing. They were cousins. Shui Xing's older sister, who was to marry Liu Weiyang, was named Nong Cui. That's one example.
Secondly, Nong Cui is a beauty in the Luoyue tribe. For some reason, she once dreamed of Liu Weiyang, the master of Shenxiao Palace, and has been thinking of him ever since. She even said that she would not marry anyone but him. As soon as Liu Weiyang enters the village of the Luoyue tribe, a group of people will immediately drag him to Miss Nong Cui.
Yan Dan was initially surprised, but upon seeing the graceful and charming Luo Yue beauty Nong Cui, she could only sigh that Liu Weiyang truly had a string of exceptional women, each one a beauty among beauties. There were already many female servants in the Shenxiao Palace, and even more beautiful ones, but after finally encountering this village in the Demon Realm, one of them took a liking to him.
So, under the tender gaze of Nong Cui, Yan Dan sold Liu Weiyang.
A scroll is unfurled, slowly revealing a man in a flowing blue robe, exuding elegance and refinement. Behind him are distant green mountains and vast rivers and mountains, but these are merely backdrops to highlight his brilliance, nothing more.
Yan Dan looked down at the painting. The man's features were indeed exactly like Liu Weiyang's. It was a pity that although the brushwork was good, the spirit of the person in the painting was lacking.
“This is His Highness Xuanxiang, the most capable and talented of all the evil gods throughout history.” Nan Zhao lowered his voice. “Sister Nong Cui only saw him once when she was very young, but she often dreamed of him. Even when she reached marriageable age, she still wanted to marry him. She once said that she would not mind being a concubine. Later, when His Highness Xuanxiang died in battle, she felt that His Highness had simply disappeared.”
Yan Dan's heart skipped a beat, and she said, "It's a pity that Liu Weiyang is not an evil god; at most, he just looks like one."
Nan Zhao smiled slightly, though with a hint of bitterness: "It's because Young Master Liu looks so much like His Highness Xuanxiang, and Young Master Liu also has the blood of an evil god, that Sister Nong Cui is so convinced that he is His Highness."
Yan Dan nodded silently: "That makes sense."
There are few people in this world who look exactly alike, and Liu Weiyang, with the bloodline of an evil god, is even more convincing. Moreover, he can't remember who he was or what he did before, and the part of his memory that is interrupted is precisely during the war between immortals and demons.
She also had to admit that it was very likely true that Liu Weiyang was the evil god Xuanxiang.
Yan Dan sighed, feeling genuine sympathy for him. Before, when he was searching for his origins, he was completely detached from the Three Realms, with no companions left in the world. Now, if he truly was an evil god, then in this vast world, he would have nowhere to belong. The war between immortals and demons was so fierce and unforgettable; if those in the Heavenly Court knew that the evil god Xuan Xiang was still alive, even if each of the 300,000 heavenly soldiers came to finish him off, it would be more than enough for them.
She had just finished sighing when she heard the young man beside her also let out a long, soft sigh.
Yan Dan glanced at him and saw that the young man was frowning and looked quite dejected. Suddenly, an idea struck her: "There is an old saying among mortals. Have you ever heard it? The falling flowers are willing, but the flowing water is heartless. No matter how much you like Nong Cui, she is thinking of Xuan Xiang."
Nan Zhao's face flushed bright red instantly. Even if he wasn't completely visibly upset, he was practically in a state of shock. He stammered, "I...I know what that means, but...but I...I didn't..."
Yan Dan had only spoken to test him, but seeing his expression, she knew she had guessed correctly. She gently patted his shoulder and advised him kindly, "In this kind of thing, you should make a clean break. If she has no feelings for you, then you should give up. You should also show some manly courage." A delicate and honest boy like Nan Zhao, if not raised properly, will inevitably turn into a sissy.
Nan Zhao lowered his head and said softly, "Miss Yan is right."
Just as Yan Dan was about to press her advantage and offer him more advice, a chilling voice came from behind her: "Yan Dan, come here."
She shivered from the cold, and then slowly thought that the voice sounded, roughly, like, Liu Weiyang speaking.
It seems that now that the truth has come out, he must know he's been betrayed.
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