Chapter 112 Let's give it a try. "After all, I am His Highness the Demon Lord's personal possession..."
On the ancient road leading to the Abyss of No Form, Nan Yushan put away his sword, and two tails immediately followed behind him.
Wei Xiuzhu gasped for breath, struggling to sheath his magical weapon, as he was not skilled with a sword.
"Master." The child stared wide-eyed at the towering cliffs that obscured the mountaintop, and asked, "Why aren't you flying on your sword anymore?"
“The miasma is too heavy; there’s bound to be some kind of trap.” Before Nan Yushan could speak, Fu Yusheng had already finished his sentence. “Furthermore, according to Master, the Nine Netherworld Realm led by Yan Yan is located in the Abyss of No Form. We’re not far from here. If we use spiritual power again, the people inside might notice us.”
Lou Yan has been a demon for over a hundred days, but Wei Xiuzhu still has only a vague understanding of the changes that have occurred during this period.
He looked at his senior brother, who had finally been released, and then at the sect leader, who had remained silent the whole way, and asked doubtfully, "But... did Senior Brother Lou really rule the Nine Netherworld Realm?"
Fu Yusheng raised his narrow eyes, and in that brief pause, Wei Xiuzhu asked a second and a third question.
"Was it really Senior Brother Lou who slaughtered the immortal sects and slain the divine beasts?"
"I always felt that Senior Brother Lou wasn't that kind of person."
"And another thing! How did Master know that the Nine Netherworld Realm was in the Abyss of No Form?"
He has too many problems and is too noisy.
Fu Yusheng glanced at Nan Yushan's increasingly impatient back and could only answer the last question, "Before the Divine Lord came to find Yan Yan, he sent a message to Senior Brother, and he did mention the Abyss of No Form."
"And then what about the God-Emperor..." He wanted to ask more, but then something suddenly occurred to him, and he clapped his hands and said, "I know! It's the Six-Nosed Mirror! The God-Emperor glimpsed the future through the Six-Nosed Mirror!"
The last word was abruptly cut off. Wei Xiuzhu clutched his neck in terror and let out two "whoosh" sounds at Nan Yushan's retreating figure.
I can't speak anymore; I've been silenced.
After casting the magic spell, Nanyu Mountain finally found a moment of peace.
He closed his eyes and sighed softly, unable to understand why he had agreed to Fu Yusheng's request to bring Wei Xiuzhu on this trip.
Seeing the child looking aggrieved and about to burst into tears, Fu Yusheng chuckled and reached out to pat Wei Xiuzhu's head.
After revealing his demonic form, he became much less aloof in public and treated Wei Xiuzhu with much gentler kindness than before.
Except when doing bad things.
Otherwise, Wei Xiuzhu wouldn't tremble all over just thinking about those two.
“I think it’s because Yanyan kidnapped the baby sharks,” Fu Yusheng explained to him.
Wei Xiuzhu looked up at him with teary eyes, the meaning in her eyes clearly visible.
—What's the connection?
“You forgot~” Fu Yusheng rubbed Wei Xiuzhu’s head, “The body of that mermaid was nourished by the blood of the God.”
"The divine being will surely be able to sense its location."
Wei Xiuzhu immediately looked enlightened and followed his master and senior brother, lagging behind and making two urgent "woo-woo" sounds.
Nan Yushan showed no intention of releasing the Silence Spell. He glanced at Fu Yusheng and said coldly, "Why waste time talking to this stupid little thing? Hurry up and leave."
Fu Yusheng responded and followed with a smile, leaving Wei Xiuzhu helplessly opening his mouth as if to speak but then stopping.
Waaah...
—But why did Senior Brother Lou do this?
—Isn't this just asking the gods to subdue him?
However, due to the Silence Technique, Wei Xiuzhu was unable to ask his question, and naturally, no one answered him.
Only Lou Yan probably knows the truth.
The ghostly flames gathered and dispersed in the Abyss of No Form. Lou Yan sat back in the ebony chair, with a small, golden Pixiu sleeping at his feet.
He seemed to be asleep, his pale face illuminated by a sliver of red light from the will-o'-the-wisp. Sensing the rustling sound of force being transmitted through his hands, he raised his eyes and glanced at the tiger demon who had crept in.
Still no trace?
The tiger demon was left on the rock wall by Heng Qichun for three whole days before it finally climbed down. The tiger had lost a lot of weight and became much more mature and composed in its speech and actions.
It knelt on the ground, stammered, and forced itself to say, "Not...not yet..."
Lou closed his eyes impatiently.
The hall was quiet. The tiger demon dared not speak, and for a moment, only the sound of Lou Yan tapping the chair with his knuckles could be heard.
"Tap tap..."
After several more sounds, the tiger demon heard a hoarse voice from above again, "Then let's go look again."
"Demon Lord!" A conflicted expression appeared on the tiger demon's face. "Forgive my impertinence."
“Since you took over the Nine Netherworld Realm, you have ordered a search for that wolf. More than a hundred days have passed, and we have checked all the wolves in the wolf clan. It is simply... simply not the one you mentioned.”
Sensing that he was close to death, the tiger demon decided to go all the way and ask the question he had wanted to ask for over a hundred days: "I want to ask... are you really sure that wolf is still alive!"
quiet.
Then Lou Yan shifted her body, propped herself up on her thighs, and leaned forward to look at it with that chilling gaze.
The tiger demon thought to himself that his life was over, and opened his mouth to beg for mercy, saying, "Demon Lord, I was wrong. I will go find the wolf for you."
As it looked up, it heard Lou Yan ask it slowly and deliberately, "Do you think I'm still alive?"
The tiger demon looked up carefully and saw that their demon lord had intelligent eyes and a gloomy expression. Apart from his collar being completely covered, there was nothing unusual about him.
They definitely didn't die.
So it answered, "Of course I'm alive."
“Then it must still be alive.” Before the tiger demon could ask, Lou Yan had already answered his own question, “Because that is my original form.”
The tiger demon reacted a beat too slow.
A moment later, Lou Yan had already gotten up and entered the inner hall, leaving its tiger kneeling on the spot, belatedly opening its mouth wide.
It almost forgot!
Before becoming a demon, the Demon Lord was neither human nor immortal, but a demon wolf from the mountains!
Every demon has a former form; as long as the former exists, the demon exists; when the former dies, the demon dies.
The Demon Lord is still breathing properly, so his original form must still be alive!
The tiger demon seemed to be emboldened by this idea. Without saying a word, it took off running, as if it intended to capture every wolf-like animal in the Six Realms.
Lou Yan stopped in front of the inner room door, habitually raised his hand to knock on the wooden door in front of him, his arm held in mid-air for more than half an hour, and then, as if making up his mind, lowered his numb arm and pushed open the tightly closed door.
Unlike anywhere else in the Demon Palace.
The candlelight was burning, illuminating the room with warmth and brightness.
A few blood-red butterflies hovered on the window lattice. The warm-colored room was furnished with bed curtains, tables, and desks, all in accordance with the regulations of the Shenxiao Palace's side rooms.
Heng Qichun was sitting at the table, carefully flipping through an old book of unknown origin.
Lou Yan pushed the door open too quickly, inadvertently bringing with it a gust of cold, gloomy wind that caused Heng Qichun's robe sleeves and hair to flutter, and the pages in his hand to rustle.
The commotion was quite loud, but he didn't look up, still intently staring at the book in his hands.
In the flickering firelight, half of his handsome profile was revealed, his eyebrows and eyes were clear and bright, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow between his eyelids.
A scene of tranquility and harmony.
If we ignore the out-of-place book in his hand.
All the noise Lou Yan made faded away as Heng Qichun ignored him. He stood there angrily, grinding his teeth, and then rushed forward to snatch the book from Heng Qichun's hands.
It doesn't resemble a wolf, but rather a dog about to be abandoned by its owner.
Heng Qichun finally looked up at him calmly, noticing the wolf cub's frizzy hair and aggressive face. She couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"
His gaze quickly followed Lou Yan's movements and landed on the book. His eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help but smile again. "Didn't His Highness the Demon Lord say that I should study it carefully?"
The pages in his hand suddenly became scalding hot because of the four words that were deliberately emphasized. Lou Yan curled his fingertips, pressing the cover of the book so hard it was about to rot.
He finally remembered how important his words were.
He recognized the characters on the page; they were written in seal script—"The Book of Hehuan".
Oh shit.
Lou Yan cursed inwardly.
But Heng Qichun looked at him with great interest, making him dare not show any fear.
Lou Yan ground his back molar, which was almost smooth, and suddenly leaned forward, slamming the book in his hand heavily onto the table in front of Heng Qichun.
The firelight flickered suddenly, and Lou Yan took the opportunity to reach out and point his strong finger at the character "欢" (huan).
He turned his head and asked Heng Qichun, "Then tell me, Master, after studying this book for several days, have you figured out any secrets?"
Heng Qichun has always been responsive to gentle persuasion but not to force, and he certainly wouldn't fall for Lou Yan's tactics now.
The more defiant the wolf cub was, the more at ease he became. Not only did he not answer him, but he also followed the wolf cub's finger and gave a faint laugh in the flickering firelight.
"Give it a try?"
Lou Yan was stunned for a moment, her fingers stiffened on the page from the force she had used, and it took her a long time before she stiffly turned her head.
He thought he had misheard. "What did you say..."
"Give it a try," Heng Qichun emphasized without changing his expression. "After all, I am His Highness the Demon Lord's personal possession."
He looked at Lou Yan, his expression completely calm. "Since Your Highness is curious about what is said in the book, I should naturally accompany Your Highness to 'give it a try'."
With a "whoosh".
Lou Yan felt something surging up from her dantian, and she completely lost control of her body. Her face flushed red as she turned her head to look down.
His legs were holding Heng Qichun's hips, all the muscles in his body were tense, his chest heaved, his breathing was irregular, and he was burning with heat, so much so that even his loose clothes bulged uncontrollably.
And this was all because of a single sentence from Heng Qichun.
When Lou Yan spoke again, she could no longer find her original voice; she could only stammer, "Then, then, then then..."
"Then let's give it a try."
Finally, Heng Qichun spoke on his behalf.
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