After Lou Hongye died, A Yao thought Lou Munan would continue his killing spree, but he didn't. He sat blankly in that cave for a month before leaving. Then he concealed his name and his true appearance, wandering aimlessly through the world.
Ayao often saw him standing alone on the mountaintop, gazing into the distance. Ayao didn't know what he was thinking. Was he thinking of Lou Xinyue or Atang? Did he regret it, regret stabbing Atang with his sword?
She thought he must have regretted it.
But there's no longer any possibility between him and Ah Tang.
Everyone thought Lou Munan was dead, and he never appeared in their sight again. He wandered around like a ghost for ten years.
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This is a small world where ordinary people live their daily lives just like everyone else.
Lou Munan walked through the bustling crowd. Illusion concealed his true appearance, and no one gave him a second glance. The crimson in his eyes had faded, and his golden eyes indifferently surveyed the mortals around him. He saw the shop assistants hawking their wares on the street, the peddlers setting up stalls, and the beggars pleading along the roadside.
These things have nothing to do with him.
Several streaks of light flashed across the sky, carrying the cultivators of this small world. The mortals didn't notice them, and the cultivators themselves didn't notice Lou Munan in the mortal town.
As dusk fell, Ayao saw Lou Munan sitting at the bow of a boat, drinking.
Several empty wine jugs lay scattered on the river. He wanted to drown his sorrows in alcohol, but neither mortal wine nor immortal wine could intoxicate him. His cultivation was too high; he didn't even have the right to get drunk and forget all his troubles.
He gave a wry smile.
Suddenly, his smile vanished.
He sensed a presence.
A strange aura, yet within that strange aura he felt a connection to his bloodline.
The echo of the Lou family bloodline.
who?
He suddenly stood up and disappeared from the spot.
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"Grab him!"
"Catch that brat!"
In the sky, tiny figures were flying swiftly, followed by a group of people. One of the tiny figures was a boy who looked only three or four years old. He had black hair, golden eyes, and was very handsome. The moment Ayao saw the boy clearly, she exclaimed in surprise:
"Feng Chu?"
“He’s not the person you’re talking about,” the Lord of the Black Nest said from the side.
Looking at the Lord of the Black Nest, A Yao thought to herself: That's right, how old is Feng Chu? This is a memory from hundreds of millions of years ago.
But this little boy really looks like Feng Chu.
The black-haired, golden-eyed boy was a half-demon, currently only at the Refinement stage, while the cultivators chasing him were all at the Integration stage. This boy possessed Qilin blood and was born with immortal bones, which attracted the attention of those cultivators who wanted to capture him for alchemy.
He was running away in a panic.
He was seriously injured; his white clothes were stained with blood, and even the gold lock he wore on his chest was stained with his blood.
"You brat!"
A cultivator with a horse-like face summoned a magical artifact, which looked like a small hammer.
After being struck by his magic spell, the small hammer immediately emitted a golden light, then its speed increased several times over, and its size suddenly expanded. The little boy was hit by the hammer, he screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, fell from the sky, and crashed into the deep mountains, unable to get up due to the pain.
When he looked up, he saw the sky filled with golden nets, and it seemed the massive golden nets were about to engulf him and capture him. Suddenly, a dark figure appeared, and the golden nets, along with the several male cultivators with ferocious expressions, vanished into thin air in an instant, leaving them no time to even scream.
The little boy with black hair and golden eyes stared blankly at this scene.
His beautiful, jewel-like eyes looked at the man in the sky.
He was the most handsome person he had ever seen, even more handsome than his mother in his memory. His long hair flew in the sky, his robes fluttered in the wind, his face was as flawless as jade, and his golden eyes were almost identical to his own.
Lou Munan stood in the sky, looking at the little boy who had fallen into the flower bushes.
He looked so small, tiny, and chubby. His black hair was like raven feathers, his lips like flower petals, and his tender little face was stained with blood. His white clothes were also covered in blood, making his disheveled appearance even more heartbreaking.
His heart clenched.
He landed in front of the little boy, and with a wave of his hand, a soft, silvery-white light enveloped the boy.
The little boy was surprised to find that his injuries no longer hurt and that the wounds had healed.
He stared blankly at the man in front of him, mouth agape, utterly shocked.
For some reason, seeing this person gave him an incredibly safe feeling, as well as a sense of closeness.
Lou Munan squatted down, looked at the boy in front of him, and said, "You... what's your name?"
"Xiaoyue." The boy's voice was crisp and clear.
"Xiaoyue...?"
Lou Munan looked at the gold lock on Xiaoyue's chest. It was exactly the same as the one he wore when he was a child, but it wasn't the same one he had before. He sensed the residual power of his sister, Lou Xinyue, in this gold lock. He reached out to take the gold lock from Xiaoyue, his hand trembling.
Yes, this is the residual magic power of his sister.
"Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue..."
He looked at the little boy in front of him and read aloud in a low voice, his emotions running high.
He reached out and stroked Xiaoyue's tender cheek, then looked through Xiaoyue's memories.
The soul search was conducted without causing any harm. Xiao Yue stared at him curiously with her eyes open, completely unaware that she had been subjected to the search. Lou Munan saw her memories, some of which Xiao Yue herself had forgotten.
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