Chapter 114 Why Did This Life Exist? His fingers were completely buried in Heng Qichun's mouth...
After that day, Lou Yan never went to see Heng Qichun again.
Something happened at Wuxiangyuan.
Nan Yushan figured out his location and led the immortals to rant outside for several days. Ping Louyan's bunch of good-for-nothings were already beyond saving.
The tiger demon scrambled to pry open Lou Yan's door, then clung to the Demon Lord's leg, crying, "Demon Lord! Ten days! It's been ten days!"
"More than half of the demons in the Nine Netherworld have been killed or wounded, but they are still unharmed. We can't hold out for much longer!"
Lou Yan sat in the chair and looked at him indifferently.
His eyes, which had been calm and still, gradually turned into eyes full of confusion. For several days, this strange emotion had lingered in his mind and was difficult to dispel.
Why did he end up like this in his life?
The once shrewd and capable tiger demon has become an idiot, and the demons who once slaughtered the entire immortal realm have become a bunch of useless trash.
Even he... his originally surging demonic energy was nothing more than that.
It seems that someone is controlling all of this from behind the scenes.
Lou Yan closed his eyes briefly, ignoring the imminent battle mentioned by the tiger demon. He simply tapped the armrest of the chair twice with his knuckles and said, "Bring him up."
The tiger demon blinked. "Your master?"
Lou Yan: "..."
He can't bear to hear the word "Master" at all now. Every time he hears it, he recalls the scene of Heng Qichun pulling on the strings of his zither and turning it hard that day.
Then he called out "Master" with a mixture of crying and not crying.
Damn it.
"What are you thinking about!" Lou Yan kicked the tiger demon, gritting his teeth as he said, "I want that stinky Taoist priest!"
The tiger demon suddenly realized something, and a look of joy immediately spread across its face. It probably thought that dragging that stinky Taoist priest over would be much easier than inviting Heng Qichun over, so it went off happily.
Two quarters of an hour later, the tiger demon dragged the blood-covered Xu Shengzi back.
The old Taoist priest was dragged in by the arm, staggering as he walked in. The tiger demon released him and he knelt on the ground, clutching his chest and panting heavily, his voice hoarse: "Acting in this fake death act with the Immortal Lord is too dangerous. This old Taoist is going to die..."
Lou Yan chuckled twice.
He leaned over to look at Xu Shengzi, who was kneeling on the ground, showing no intention of helping him up. Instead, he rested his chin on his hand and asked, "I want to know..."
"Why have all the demons and monsters of the Nine Netherworld become a bunch of useless trash in this life?"
Having lost his dust, Xu Shengzi could only wipe the sweat from his forehead with his blood-soaked sleeve and chuckle dryly, "What did you say, Immortal Lord? What about this life and the previous life? This humble Daoist doesn't understand."
Lou Yan cursed the stinky Taoist priest in his heart.
"Stop pretending," Lou Yan said. "Don't think I don't know that you were once the chief disciple of Hezizhou and the first person to discover that Nanxu possessed demonic bones."
"It's a pity that Hengyang is biased towards his young apprentice. Not only did he ignore your advice, but he also cruelly expelled you from Hezizhou."
The fact that his background, which had been unknown for many years, was brought up again at this moment caused Xu Shengzi's expression to change drastically. His thin face turned ashen in an instant.
"You, how could you..."
Lou Yan didn't want to mention how much effort he had put into finding out these things. He had almost used up all the evil-controlling spells before finally getting this little bit of information out of that Bifang bird.
Just looking at Xu Shengzi's suddenly changed expression, he felt extremely smug. He sneered and said, "No need to be sad. You can't blame anyone for being expelled from the sect. After all, mothers always favor their youngest sons. Hengyang took in so many disciples, and you just happened to be the first disciple. Naturally, he would side with the youngest."
Before Xu Shengzi could even speak, Lou Yan said smugly, "Look at me, with no other troubles in my sect, don't I have fewer worries?"
Xu Shengzi: "..."
He sometimes didn't understand Lou Yan.
He keeps berating his demon subordinates for being stupid, but is he some kind of clever wolf himself?
At a time like this, he was actually bragging to himself that Heng Qichun had only taken him as his disciple?
But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense.
After all, he has now fallen into the demonic path, yet his supreme god still refuses to abandon him. He turns against the immortals for his sake, and even risks entering the demon realm, where he is imprisoned in the demon palace by his own disciple, becoming an unspeakable "private possession".
From some perspectives, it is something to be proud of.
Lou Yan's voice echoed again: "The memory bead in your hand was once a sacred object of Hezi Island, capable of seeing all things. You should know... I have already lived once, haven't I?"
He looked at Xu Shengzi and recounted the old Taoist's entire background. Suddenly, a realization dawned on him. "Back then, when he tried to kill us, master and disciple, in Huatan Town, it wasn't just to prevent outsiders from interfering in the Tan family's affairs, but... to get rid of me back then, wasn't it?"
Xu Shengzi neither confirmed nor denied this.
He was badly tormented by the tiger demon. Although his "death appearance" was fake, it was true that half of his old bones were broken.
Xu Shengzi struggled to sit up cross-legged on the ground, straightened his blood-soaked robe sleeves, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.
With a soft sigh, he said, "Having lived this lifetime, perhaps the Immortal Lord should ask your master."
These words were so nonsensical that Lou Yan felt a surge of anger rising within her when she saw that he was still able to remain calm.
He gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, propped himself up, and took three steps in two to walk up to Xu Shengzi, leaning down and tilting his head to examine him.
Xu Shengzi seemed to know many things that he did not.
Therefore, Lou Yan stopped dwelling on the question of "why the demons of the Nine Netherworld have become so stupid".
"What else do you know?" He leaned down to look at the old Taoist priest with his eyes closed, a terrifying thought suddenly flashing through his mind. He completed his question word by word, "What else do you know about my master?"
"This humble Taoist truly does not know." Xu Shengzi opened his eyes and looked at the Demon Lord who was about to lose a corner of the truth with his cloudy old eyes. "The Memory Pearl can record all things in the Six Realms, but it cannot record the things of the gods."
“What the Immortal Lord saw in the Memory Pearl last time was the first scene of the God recorded in the Memory Pearl. Before that…” Xu Shengzi’s last syllable was drawn out, “before that, there was a blank space belonging to the gods.”
Lou Yan felt a thunderous roar in his heart.
He had no idea how he dismissed Xu Shengzi, how he ordered the tiger demon to go out and block Nanyu Mountain, or how he wandered aimlessly to the room where Heng Qichun was imprisoned.
The night was silent.
The immortals outside the Abyss of No Form were still shouting, while the door to the room was tightly shut, and a ghost lamp held up the endless night.
Lou Yan closed his eyes. After becoming a demon, he was able to unleash all his wolfish nature. He was sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, and could detect even the slightest movement of the wind or grass a hundred miles away.
At this moment, through the stone door, the breathing sounds inside were particularly clear.
Lou Yan pushed open the door and entered.
Several dark red will-o'-the-wisps that had been circling around him slipped through the crack in the door and inadvertently transformed into several blood-red butterflies, fluttering their wings and slowly hovering around the bed.
Heng Qichun sat there.
Under the dim candlelight, her pristine white dress stood out starkly, and her snow-white hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her face appear extremely serene, like a cloud floating in the sky, indistinct even up close.
But Lou Yan really wanted to see it clearly, so she took another step forward.
Heng Qichun had a small, inconspicuous bruise on his chin, which Lou Yan had pinched him in the dungeon last time.
Lou Yan stared at the sudden burst of color and froze on the spot, too afraid to move.
How long has it been?
The commotion outside had been going on for days, and he hadn't seen Heng Qichun for several days.
Is it possible that even a god's body cannot heal its old wounds to this extent?
Lou Yan was momentarily dazed, and old scenes kept flashing before his eyes.
For example, in the Heavenly Sound Palace, Heng Qichun knelt down to be punished, greatly diminishing his spiritual power; for example, in Flower Pool Town, Heng Qichun was ambushed by Xu Shengzi and nearly lost his life; and for example, on his back...
Lou Yan's eyes sharpened, and he strode over, reaching out to touch the small bruise on Heng Qichun's chin.
Heng Qichun did not move, but his struggle caused the sound of chains clashing.
Four golden chains of black iron emerged from the foot of the bed and bound Heng Qichun's hands and feet in turn. The chains were shrouded in demonic energy, tightly binding Heng Qichun.
The fingers beneath his chin were cool to the touch, and the force increased. Heng Qichun couldn't help but frown, and the sound of him struggling against the chains grew increasingly grating.
Lou Yan turned a deaf ear.
He seemed to have no pity, moving his thumb, which was pinching Heng Qichun's chin, all the way to the right, and then stopping at the corner of Heng Qichun's lips.
This was the first time he had ever looked at his master's lips like this.
His lips were very thin and pale, and he usually kept them slightly pursed together. Only when something pleased him would he suddenly curl the corners of his lips into a merciful smile.
He was as indifferent as he was.
Lou Yan pressed his fingertip against Heng Qichun's lips for a long time, a dark desire for revenge suddenly rising in his heart.
That impatient desire immediately overwhelmed his determination to find out the truth.
He rotated his fingers and gently parted Heng Qichun's lips with his thumb and forefinger.
Fingers pried open Heng Qichun's clenched teeth, eliciting a muffled groan.
"Hmm—"
The fingertip touched the hard teeth, followed by a warm mouth and sticky saliva stirred up by the touch of the finger.
Lou Yan sighed, drawn by that feeling, and inexplicably thought of two difficult-to-pronounce ancient Chinese sentences he had seen in books in the human realm.
The first line – “At first it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. After walking several dozen steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and clear space.”
The second line – both above and below are cut off.
His fingers moved restlessly inside Heng Qichun's mouth, while Heng Qichun—
His eyes were bloodshot from the pressure, and he could barely breathe. He could only crane his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, but he couldn't swallow the saliva that had been irritated by Lou Yan.
The slippery sensation gradually permeated his entire mouth, and soon, clear saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth.
Lou Yan ignored all his struggles, bent his knuckles and buried his entire finger into Heng Qichun's mouth.
He thought this was the last time he would do this.
anyway.
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