Chapter 46 He's Not Close to Women Master, Master, it's me! ...
A fluffy little creature snuggled into my arms.
Heng Qichun instinctively reached out with both hands to catch Lou Yan, and at the moment he hugged her, he clearly felt the little thing snuggle in his arms.
A furry head was moving around, squeezing from the crook of his arm all the way to the side of his neck, and then licking his neck like a little tongue.
Like a puppy.
"Aww?" Lou Yan repeatedly confirmed in his arms, "Aww aww aww?"
Master, Master, it's me!
The wolf cub's fur was all gray, and when it was quiet, its fur curled slightly. Only its forehead was bald, making it look dull and thin.
A pair of dark, bright eyes stared at people expectantly, making it hard not to be moved.
Heng Qichun chuckled and freed one hand to pat the little wolf's bald head.
He had raised the little creature for so many years, so naturally he recognized the wolf at a glance.
“I knew it was you,” Heng Qichun said.
Lou Yan then nestled happily in Heng Qichun's arms, her sharp front claws hooking tightly onto Heng Qichun's gauze robe sleeve, pulling out several silver threads from the sleeve.
“Huh?” he asked.
Did Master come for that Qin Mirror?
Heng Qichun did not rush to answer. He formed a lotus hand seal with one hand, and his spiritual power instantly wove into a huge divine net, trapping the Northern Grey Flycatchers that were still shouting in the sky.
Lou Yan instinctively wanted to complain to his master, telling him that the Chongming Bird had once sheltered this group of Northern Grey Flycatchers.
But he felt that it was somewhat petty, so he picked up a small piece of Heng Qichun's horn and began to suck on it as if in revenge.
Heng Qichun was already dealing with the few red foxes at his feet.
"Waaah..." the little fox whimpered, begging for mercy.
Please, God, spare our lives.
"I won't let him off." Heng Qichun remained expressionless, still with that icy demeanor, as he tightly bound the fox's limbs with a demon-binding rope.
Heng Qichun raised his eyes slightly and said in a clear voice, "He is too greedy and his ghostly aura is too strong. He should enter the Lu Duan Sect to cultivate for a period of time before being released back into the deep forest."
Lou Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the ghost energy he obtained from the rhinoceros demon was not too strong, otherwise Heng Qichun might have noticed it.
Seeing the foxes tied up in a string, lying obediently on the ground without daring to move, he couldn't help but hum happily twice and proudly shook his head in Heng Qichun's arms.
Heng Qichun then turned his attention back to Lou Yan, thinking about the question the little wolf had asked earlier, and pondered, "I heard that you entered the Yi Emperor's Mausoleum alone, and I was worried, so I came to check on you."
Lou Yan paused mid-sentence upon hearing this.
What is he saying...?
Was he answering my question earlier...?
What I just asked was—Did Master come here for that Qin Mirror?
So... he only got in because of me?
Lou Yan suddenly turned his head to look at Heng Qichun, who was holding him. His wolf eyes narrowed alertly, and his nose began to twitch rapidly, trying to confirm the scent on Heng Qichun's body.
Could it be that some succubus is impersonating my master and playing tricks on me again?
He had a gut feeling that this Heng Qichun was probably a fake, but before he could investigate further, someone slapped him on the head.
It didn't hurt, but it was extremely loud; it felt like my brain was being shaken to its core.
"What are you staring at?" Heng Qichun patted the little wolf's head a second time, his tone carrying a hint of reproach. "Where is Qin Jing?"
Lou Yan arched his neck and rubbed his head, which was still dizzy from being beaten, against Heng Qichun, confirming that this was indeed his master.
He shrank back into Heng Qichun's arms, looking rather unhappy, with only his bald head sticking out. He even raised his chin and pointed at the coffin.
Yes, it's right there.
In the empty, dark tomb, piles of white bones lay on the ground, ghostly energy permeated the air, and shadowy figures loomed overhead. Thousands of grey flycatchers were bound by spirit nets nearby, while a group of foxes struggled in vain.
This scene looks incredibly eerie no matter how you look at it.
Only Heng Qichun.
He wore a white shirt that was close to the color of water, had a tall and slender figure, and a thin face, which always reminded people of the pure lotus that stood tall and clean on the altar.
Lou Yan lay paralyzed in Heng Qichun's arms, letting him carry her to the stone coffin to examine it.
Perhaps because he almost died here, he is now more and more accepting of Heng Qichun. He used to hate him too much to even think about it, but now he lets Heng Qichun hug him for so long.
Alas, wolves are truly capricious animals.
Lou Yan opened one eye to check the situation, and as the coffin drew closer and closer to them, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have overlooked something very important.
Heng Qichun stepped onto the stone steps and bent down to look at the coffin.
not good!
Lou Yan roared in anger—he had forgotten about the succubus inside!
But it seemed too late; he had already seen what was inside the coffin as Heng Qichun leaned forward.
The spiderweb was still tightly woven, with a faint glow. The skeleton had transformed back into a beautiful and alluring woman. She was sitting with her legs crossed, her snow-white thighs exposed beneath her robes. Then she curled up her legs and, just as she had seduced Lou Yan before, reached out to grab Heng Qichun's neck.
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
Lou Yan was so anxious in Heng Qichun's arms that she kept stamping her feet.
I should have reminded Heng Qichun earlier. This succubus's soul has remained intact for thousands of years, which shows that it is an extremely powerful character.
Even if his master were a deity, he would probably find it difficult to resist the temptation.
If something that shouldn't happen happens, then... should he look at it or not?
Lou Yan's mind was filled with a jumble of nonsense. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but bite Heng Qichun's hand.
He heard his master hiss, and when he looked up again, he was startled.
The woman disappeared again, leaving only a skeleton lying there.
Unlike before, the skeleton now lay there dull and lifeless, with no crimson blood seeping from between the bones, seemingly becoming an ordinary skeleton.
"Huh?"
What's going on?!
Heng Qichun remained silent, and under Lou Yan's gaze, he opened his palm, revealing a patch of crimson blood quietly in his otherwise white palm.
He then spoke calmly, "Having been trapped here for thousands of years, it's time to send her into reincarnation."
Lou Yan stared at the quiet patch of blood-red rouge and realized that this was the soul left behind by the succubus.
Looking at the blood-soaked mass, he could almost imagine the innocent woman who had been trapped here for a thousand years as a sacrifice, sobbing softly.
The little wolf nodded vigorously, never before agreeing with his master's thoughts so much, and at the same time realizing that all his messy worries were unnecessary—his master was not interested in women at all.
Heng Qichun had no idea what his little apprentice was thinking. He pushed aside the skull and picked up the glass-like mirror from under the spider web.
He asked Lou Yan, "Were you caught on camera?"
Lou Yan let out a soft "woof," and, feeling a bit scared, buried her head in Heng Qichun's arms.
Heng Qichun chuckled, took the mirror in his hand and examined it, avoiding the angle so that it could no longer reflect Lou Yan, and then raised his hand to pinch the little wolf's exposed ear tip, his voice incredibly clear and gentle: "Don't be afraid, take it back to the Eighteen Realms and see, there's always a way to break it."
He told Lou Yan "don't be afraid," and Lou Yan seemed to be less afraid after all. All her previous worries vanished in an instant. Just as she was about to jump out of Heng Qichun's arms, her ears twitched involuntarily.
People have arrived, and there's more than one.
Lou Yan rolled her eyes, and with lightning speed, she tore open Heng Qichun's collar and crawled inside his front.
The act of "sneaking into the arms of the deity" was completely completed.
The next moment, he heard a familiar voice coming from afar.
"God!"
Wei Xiuzhu ran in, panting. It was almost the dead of winter, and his robes were soaked with sweat. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Heng Qichun.
"Your Majesty," he said breathlessly, "have you found Senior Brother Lou?"
Heng Qichun was not good at lying. Upon hearing this, he coughed lightly and awkwardly looked away, but then he saw the clothes that Lou Yan had taken off and put on the ground in the distance.
He subtly made a hand seal, avoiding Wei Xiuzhu's gaze, and concealed the bundle of clothing.
He then felt a little more confident and said after thinking for a moment, "I found it, but I asked him to do some other things."
Wei Xiuzhu exclaimed "Ah?" and glanced at the deity and the little wolf demon in his arms. Finding nothing amiss, he could only say with deep regret, "Senior Brother Lou has left so soon..."
Heng Qichun didn't want to explain further and just wanted to quickly change the subject, so he asked him, "Did Senior Brother send you? Have you dealt with the demons outside?"
Wei Xiuzhu quickly pulled out a demon-locking pouch from his waist and proudly showed it to Heng Qichun. "Most of the demons are in here. Master is outside instructing disciples to clean up the mess and told me to come in and find you."
The bag was filled with demonic energy, and clusters of black shadows struggled and thrashed about, indicating that it had indeed captured quite a few demons.
Heng Qichun nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. "Qin Jing has succeeded. Let's not keep our senior brother worried for too long. Let's go out."
As he spoke, he stepped down the stairs, and Wei Xiuzhu quickly followed. His gaze swept over the group casually, and he hesitated for a moment.
"Uh... Your Majesty," Wei Xiuzhu asked, pointing to the bird in the net and the fox on the ground, "Do we have to take all of these back?"
“Hmm, the ghostly aura is too strong, we have to take them all back.” Heng Qichun said, pressing Lou Yan’s head. “Let the disciples who accompanied us outside come in.”
Wei Xiuzhu nodded twice in agreement, then looked at the little demon wolf in the God's arms, and hesitantly reached out his hand: "This..."
At this time, it seems inappropriate for a figure of divine power to personally carry the demon.
To everyone's surprise, Heng Qichun did not hand the demon wolf over to him. Instead, he pressed the bald head of the wolf into his arms and covered it up little by little with his clothes.
He said, "This little wolf is exceptionally stubborn and should be personally looked after by me."
Lou Yan poked his mouth out at the opportune moment and let out a "whoosh," only to be slapped back down by Heng Qichun.
Wei Xiuzhu dared not say anything more and repeatedly agreed to the deity's order. The two men and the wolf followed the passage they had come from and left the Yi Emperor's Mausoleum. It was morning outside, and the sky was already bright.
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