Chapter 29 Blood and Tears Kneeling Before God's Grace Lou Yan's entire body was smoothed out by him...
The cold moon was silent, its light thin and pale, enveloping the entire courtyard.
Xi Niang remained kneeling on the ground, staring blankly at Heng Qichun.
After a long while, she suddenly chuckled, and a bead of blood condensed again in the corner of her eye, where her tears had dried. Then she clenched her hands tightly, lowered her head, and cried out in grief.
The sound was incredibly poignant, as if it could bring tears to a woman's heart.
It is the pain of losing a daughter, the misfortune of marrying the wrong person, and the fact that things have come to this.
That's enough, really enough.
Lou Yan felt uneasy. She got up, took two steps back, and moved closer to Heng Qichun, letting out an awkward hum.
The Pixiu cub immediately poked its head out of his arms in surprise, "Whoosh?"
Are you having an episode?
Lou Yan slapped it to silence it, and its previously gentle face turned completely black, and it turned its head away with a sour expression.
As he turned his head, Heng Qichun suddenly reached out and lifted the back of his head, her cool fingertips slipping through his hair and gently tugging at his long, curly braid.
As if he could read the wolf's mind, he whispered in Lou Yan's ear in a very gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, we won't throw you out."
Lou Yan's hair was smoothed out, but he still arched his neck unhappily and shrugged off Heng Qichun's grasp with a "snap".
That's a lie.
They must have thrown me out in my past life.
Wolves wouldn't believe such a claim.
Lou Yan's reaction was too strange, and Heng Qichun frowned. Before he could speak, he heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.
"Your Majesty!" Nan Xu strode in, stood at the fingertips of Heng Qichun and Xi Niang, and knelt down directly before Heng Qichun, lifting his robe.
Heng Qichun frowned slightly, then subtly took a step back. "Get up and talk."
Nanxu stubbornly remained kneeling on the spot, turned his head to look at Xi Niang who was still crying, and said with a pang of pity, "Does the Divine Lord still remember the scene when you saved this junior?"
Heng Qichun remained silent for a moment, then nodded. "Back then, during the turmoil among the people, you were stranded in Huatan Town and almost got eaten by bandits."
Nan Xu's eyes were slightly red, and he lowered his head and said, "Before that, I had already lost my family. My parents and sister were in danger while fleeing, leaving me all alone. If it weren't for Madam Xi giving me a bowl of porridge, I probably wouldn't have lived to meet the God.
“Your Majesty has shown me great kindness, but Lady Xi also saved my life.” Nan Xu spoke earnestly, then bowed deeply, “I beg Your Majesty to spare their lives!”
Heng Qichun didn't speak again, but just stood there looking down at him, her clear eyes like water, as if she wanted to take in all the bitterness and sorrow.
Lou Yan still doesn't know what Heng Qichun encountered after Xi Niang was expelled from the manor in that illusion. But a terrifying thought suddenly occurred to him—his master might know everything.
He had anticipated everything from the old servant's actions at the beginning to Nan Xu's words and deeds here today.
He's just waiting for them to walk right into his trap.
God is terrifying.
Heng Qichun remained silent, while Nan Xu continued to kneel and beg. The old servant, unable to bear it any longer, stepped forward to help Nan Xu up, saying, "Young Master Nan, this is none of your business."
"No." Nan Xu pushed him away and stared intently at Heng Qichun. "This matter concerns me."
"I killed that night watchman."
Only after these words were spoken did Heng Qichun finally react, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looked at him.
Nan Xu sniffed, knelt up, and closed his eyes. "I noticed the time was off a long time ago. Later, I followed Lady Xi and found the night watchman. Only when he died could the Goddess investigate further."
Heng Qichun asked, seemingly without asking, "So you killed him and then fabricated a story that he was killed by a demon?"
Nan Xu lowered his head, his fingers clenched tightly. "...Yes."
Lou Yan already knew from Tan Qiqi's illusion that he was involved in this matter, and he just scoffed at it.
He raised his chin and glanced at him, "Finally, you admit it's related to you."
Xi Niang seemed to have regained some of her senses. She had been shocked when she first heard Nan Xu say those words, but now she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion and said in a hoarse voice, "A bowl of leftover porridge is not worth it."
Nan Xu knelt down and turned his head to look at her. "To Madam Yu, it's just a bowl of porridge, but to me, it's a life."
The human heart is the most complex thing.
The boy who received a bowl of porridge was grateful for the old kindness and was willing to risk his future to repay it. However, the village head, who had been married to a woman for many years, concluded that humans and demons were incompatible, which led to the destruction of his family.
Although every step was wrong, it was still quite touching.
Heng Qichun sighed softly, reached out to Nan Xu, and helped the boy up from the ground.
"I've already sent a message to Elder Hengyang; he's on his way." He was referring to Nanxu's master. "Hezizhou has many healers and cultivators; he's promised to take Xi Niang and her father back to recuperate. As for you—"
Nan Xu breathed a long sigh of relief, and smiled at Heng Qichun through her teary eyes, "I am deeply grateful that the God has spared Lady Xi."
"As a cultivator, I have unjustly killed innocent people. I know my sins are grave, and I will probably be executed according to the sect rules when I return. God, why not give me a quick death?"
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, his brows furrowed tightly, looking as if he were resigned to his fate.
He's still just a teenager.
Lou Yan stood aside, watching coldly, completely unmoved.
The term "master" is often used eloquently but is ruthless in practice. Elder Hengyang of Hezizhou is known for his unyielding spirit and would never tolerate a disciple like Nanxu.
This kid probably wants to play.
Nan Xu waited for a long time without any response, so he couldn't help but open one eye to take another look. He felt that Heng Qichun had no intention of making a move, so he simply made a hand seal and filled his fingertips with spiritual energy.
Heng Qichun frowned, "Nanxu?"
Nan Xu pursed his lips tightly, about to raise his hand and strike himself with a burst of spiritual energy.
"Bang--"
A sword aura arrived, blocking the spiritual power in Nan Xu's hand, followed immediately by a strong medicinal aroma.
Lou Yan subconsciously held his breath and tried his best to look at the person who had appeared out of nowhere in the ancestral hall.
He was also dressed in a spotless crane robe, tall and slender, with white hair and beard, and sharp eyes that exuded maturity and composure.
He is Elder Hengyang.
In the previous life, the disciples of Hezizhou fought desperately, and hundreds of people, led by Elder Hengyang, sacrificed themselves to stop Lou Yan. Not a single person in the entire immortal sect survived.
Upon seeing such "righteous people" again after a lifetime, Lou Yan felt inexplicably guilty.
Fortunately, Elder Hengyang did not notice his strange gaze. He simply took two steps forward, stared at the bewildered Nan Xu, and casually slapped him across the face.
"Promising," he said casually.
Nan Xu's mouth was bleeding from the slap, and he looked at the person who came in, looking extremely disheveled, "Master..."
Elder Hengyang did not respond to this, but only coldly snorted, turned around with a flick of his sleeve, and slightly raised his hand towards Heng Qichun, "Divine Lord."
Heng abandoned spring and returned the gift.
“My disciple is young and has committed such a grave mistake. I will punish him severely.” Elder Hengyang glanced at Manzu, who had already knelt down again, and his tone became more pleading. “I hope the Divine Lord will allow me to take him away.”
Heng Qichun stepped back and, maintaining proper etiquette, said, "It is not appropriate for me to interfere in matters concerning Hezizhou Gate."
"But..." Looking at the sobbing teenager, he said with a pang of pity, "Nanxu's actions are understandable. Please give him a chance to make amends."
What?
Lou Yan tilted her head in confusion to look over.
What does it mean to say "this action is understandable" and what does it mean to say "give him a chance to make amends"?
He killed someone.
Back then, I only swallowed a shark, and I was thrown into the rooftop pond to be bitten by fish for three years. In the end, I couldn't escape the luck of being stabbed to death by your own hand.
How come when it comes to someone else, you can get a chance to turn over a new leaf?
Lou Yan became more and more agitated as he thought about it, his eyes and eyelids turning red, and the sound of grinding teeth could be faintly heard in the quiet ancestral hall.
On what grounds?!
My head suddenly felt heavy.
Heng Qichun placed his hand on Elder Hengyang without anyone noticing, and said, "This humble disciple is unruly and has yet to greet Elder Hengyang."
"Hmm." Lou Yan touched his nose uncomfortably, loosened his tightly rubbing canine teeth in Heng Qichun's palm, and hummed, "This junior greets Elder Hengyang."
Elder Hengyang then shifted his gaze slightly, looking at Lou Yan thoughtfully, and said, "This is the one you mentioned before..."
“Lou Yan,” Heng Qichun replied.
Perhaps Lou Yan's aura was too fierce, for Elder Hengyang couldn't help but frown slightly. After responding to Heng Qichun's words, he didn't ask any more questions.
He turned to look at the clam spirit father and daughter who had been ignored for a long time, lightly made a magic hand seal, and said in a calm voice: "The karmic debt has been settled. Would you two like to come back to Hezizhou with me? I will help you overcome the tribulation and start your cultivation as soon as possible."
The old servant wiped his eyes, pulled Xi Niang into his arms, and bowed deeply to Elder Hengyang.
"We are willing."
As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of spiritual energy emerged from Elder Hengyang's fingertip and landed directly between the father and daughter's eyebrows.
In a short while, spiritual energy filled the air. When you looked again, there were only two river mussels that were still opening and closing their mouths. Through the thick shells, you could vaguely see the dusty pearls inside.
Elder Hengyang whispered an incantation and put the two river clams into his sleeve.
After doing all this, he saw that Nan Xu, who was kneeling alone, had closed his eyes and was offering his wrist to his master with a look of grim determination, saying, "This disciple knows that he has violated the sect rules and is willing to go back with Master."
Elder Hengyang knew his disciple's character well, so he simply sighed softly and tied a Binding Immortal Rope around the disciple's raised wrist.
The magic rope tightened further and further, leaving several red marks on Nan Xu's wrists. He couldn't help but groan, struggling to his feet as he walked to Heng Qichun's side. He couldn't help but call out again, "God."
Heng Qichun patted him on the shoulder, "Go ahead."
Nan Xu responded respectfully, and soon heard his master's still angry voice, "Get over here now!"
So he stumbled another step and caught up.
Elder Hengyang looked displeased, but still solemnly thanked Heng Qichun and took Nan Xu away by the wrist.
Lou Yan, who witnessed all of this, was speechless.
He watched Nan Xu's retreating figure, his brows furrowing tightly.
There are even people eagerly offering themselves up to Master's Immortal Binding Rope?
He simply couldn't understand it.
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Author's Note: See you tomorrow! [kiss][kiss]
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