Chapter 7 Dare to Touch My Master? "Lou Yan... is my disciple..."
As dawn approached, the branches and leaves of the Endless Tree drooped down, covering most of the palace buildings and corners.
It's finally not so hot anymore.
Lou Yan deliberately took the back roads and indeed didn't encounter a single person. He then made his way to Lu Duan Gate and saw various reptiles locked in cages.
The lizard opened its eyes alertly, while a young snake slithered among them, and a spider busily weaving its web.
hiss.
Lou Yan quickly withdrew.
This is now Fu Yusheng's territory. If Heng Qichun wanted to hide his original body, he probably wouldn't choose this place.
That……
Before he could figure it out, a sound came from behind him. Lou Yan quickly made a hand seal to conceal himself and soon heard the voices of two disciples of the Lu Duan Sect coming together.
"Have you heard? Today, the sect leader was furious and ordered the Divine Venerable to go to the Admonition Hall. I heard he was going to reprimand him."
"What? That's a god—"
"So what if he's a god? If he crosses the sect leader's line just to protect his disciple Lou Yan, the sect leader will still punish him."
"Shh—be careful if others hear us, or we'll both be in trouble. Let's go."
The figure in front of him had already disappeared, but Lou Yan was still standing there, stunned and unable to come to his senses.
What's going on?
Should Nanyu Mountain punish Heng Qichun?
But didn't he already reprimand Hua Jiuyao after he left the day before yesterday? Why... do he still have to be punished?
The image of Heng Qichun vomiting blood flashed before Lou Yan's eyes. He clenched his fist, turned, and headed towards Yingjie Hall.
——
Yingjie Hall is a place specifically for disciplining disciples who have made mistakes.
Anyone who violates the rules and regulations of the sect will be brought here to be reported to Heaven and the gods.
Inside is a huge Buddha statue—legend has it that he was the founder of the eighteen realms and was already ranked among the gods of the nine heavens.
A black gauze curtain hung behind the statue of the god. Behind the curtain, shadowy figures were the lingering resentments left behind by traitors who had been severely punished. Over thousands of years, these resentments had become a death knell.
Lou Yan stood outside the hall and looked up to see the precepts engraved on the plaque.
—The gods have no ears, they only hear cause and effect.
The sound of Nanyu Mountain came from inside.
"You are the last true god in the human realm. You stayed in the eighteen realms to protect all living beings, but look at what you have done now?"
Heng Qichun knelt below the hall, his white hair spreading across his entire back, his pale face particularly striking in the dim morning light.
He curled his fingers, his voice hoarse, and repeated his previous statement: "The six realms are originally one. Preserving the bloodline of the Merfolk is also to maintain the existing peace between the immortal and demonic realms."
A heavy staff, driven by spiritual power, slammed straight into Heng Qichun's back.
The strong wind whipped his hair around, and Heng Qichun pressed his lips tightly together, relying on his flesh and blood to bear the punishment.
And this was clearly not the first time he had been hit.
Nan Yushan brought his two fingers together and used a magic spell to suspend the wooden staff in mid-air, looking down at his junior brother.
"Ask yourself honestly, are you after that mermaid, or that wicked disciple Lou Yan?"
Heng Qichun swallowed the metallic taste in his throat, his whole body trembling slightly. He struggled to maintain his kneeling position and said, "Yes, I have both. Lou Yan... is my disciple."
Those clear eyes looked up and said, "Even if he is wrong, it is because I failed in my duty to teach him, so I should bear the consequences of this matter."
“You have indeed failed in your duty.” Another reprimand fell, and Nan Yushan said, “As you said, he is your disciple, and you should not be unable to distinguish right from wrong.”
"Showing favoritism and protection before the Merfolk, do you still remember your master's teachings?"
After a long silence, Heng Qichun bowed and kowtowed, "Senior brother, please forgive me."
After the incident, he did not punish Lou Yan, but instead took all the blame upon himself. He knew he was wrong, but he had no intention of correcting his mistakes, as if he could bear any consequences.
Nan Yushan had never seen his junior brother so stubborn and unyielding.
With a surge of spiritual energy, the instruments of torture hanging behind Heng Qichun rose high into the air. Nan Yushan roared, "Kneel down!"
Heng Qichun was exhausted and could only barely support himself on the ground with his fingers, maintaining his posture as he slowly knelt up.
Aside from his school days, he had hardly ever been blamed. But now, with his spiritual power sealed, bearing the heavy responsibility of the immortal sect with only a mortal body was already extremely difficult for him.
He closed his eyes, still showing no sign of admitting his mistake.
A strong gust of wind blew past his ears, but the severe punishment he had imagined did not come. Heng Qichun only felt a figure appear beside him and opened his eyes in confusion.
Lou Yan was blocking his way, his spiritual power overflowing, firmly holding back Nan Yushan's two fingers.
Before them stood the exceptionally tall figure of a boy, who seemed to carry the sweltering heat of summer, his school uniform billowing wildly as his spiritual energy fluctuated.
Heng Qichun's thoughts were in turmoil.
According to the rules of the human world, he was only an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy. Where did he get the audacity to oppose the supreme leader of the Southern Corner Mountain?
Heng Qichun frowned sharply, and when he spoke again, he couldn't help but choke on a mouthful of blood, "Lou Yan! Get out of here."
Lou Yan ignored him, stubbornly holding his ground, his eyes bloodshot.
"One day of punishment wasn't enough, you actually have to punish me again!" His voice was filled with malice. "Nanyushan, don't go too far."
Nan Yushan was furious and didn't hear what he was saying at all. Upon hearing this, he immediately narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Lou Yan and the kneeling Heng Qichun, and he was so angry that he laughed.
The spiritual energy gathered and then unleashed, a bolt of lightning struck straight down, slamming Lou Yan to the ground.
"Well……"
Lou Yan landed on his back, a sharp pain shooting through his chest, and his fingers, which were pressing against the ground, involuntarily curled up tightly.
His eyes turned bloodshot with rage, and he unconsciously arched his back, grinning at Nan Yushan at the head of the table.
The sharp canine tooth gleamed with a sinister, cold light, and a drop of saliva clung to it, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
Animal instincts—often beyond their control.
Seeing that Nanyu Mountain was about to unleash another thunderstorm, and Lou Yan showed no sign of backing down, Heng Qichun became anxious and forcefully broke through the sealed spiritual power.
The stringless zither was summoned, and its sound rang out, colliding with the lightning hanging overhead with a "bang".
Heng Qichun possesses divine bones, and his cultivation level has long surpassed the boundaries of the cultivation world. If he were to make a move, even Nanyu Mountain would be unable to withstand him.
The music suddenly grew louder, and a blinding light burst forth from Yingjie Hall, causing Nanyushan to take two steps back.
Heng Qichun put away his zither, made a lotus hand gesture with one hand, and silently took a step forward—blocking the prostrate Lou Yan behind him.
Snow-white hair fell down her back. Heng Qichun bowed slightly and spoke in a voice as languid as snow before spring, “All the blame is due to my poor teaching. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Don’t involve the children.”
Lou Yan was still lying on the ground, his heart and limbs aching all over. Heng Qichun's voice drifted into his ears, making him pause for a moment.
In both his past and present lives, he had never heard Heng Qichun call him that.
If he weren't here at Nanyu Mountain, he might have called him "Little Wolf".
The hot wind outside blew in, as if it would sweep away and melt the vast expanse of languid snow in an instant.
Lou Yan subconsciously reached out to touch the hem of Heng Qichun's robe, but stopped abruptly just as his fingertips were about to touch it.
What is he doing?
Heng Qichun killed him for a lifetime, yet he has to grovel here to win his favor.
How ridiculous.
The finger that had been extended halfway back furtively moved back, only to be pinned down by Lou Yan's body, like a stubborn yet weak animal.
The two men, one lying down and the other standing, remained silent.
Nan Yushan had no idea what the master and disciple were thinking.
He pressed his chest, his anger suddenly subsided, and he sneered, saying, "Since both master and disciple are so capable, let's find something to do."
The lightning bolt had left Lou Yan drowsy. He tried desperately to open one ear to listen, but his mind was completely muddled.
“Last night, villagers at the foot of the mountain came to the Eighteenth Realm to plead for help, saying that a young child had gone missing in their village and they had been searching for him for several days without success.” Nan Yushan said this and then decisively turned and left. “The Taoist priest in the village who is good at exorcising ghosts said that this matter is not simple and that there may be evil spirits causing trouble. You should set off as soon as possible.”
The surrounding sounds became blurred, but he could vaguely make out that Heng Qichun agreed and then walked over to his side.
Lou Yan vaguely thought: He would probably be thrown out of the palace by Heng Qichun by the back of the neck, just like when he was a child.
Everything was dark, and it seemed that nothing could be heard or seen clearly. The branches and leaves of the Endless Tree rustled, and the oppressive heat seemed to subside.
A gong sounded in my ears at dawn.
Lou Yan woke up the next day.
The Pixiu cub lay on his body, crying softly. Its scales were icy cold, and its mouth was wide open from crying. The little bit of gold and stone that he had painstakingly collected fell off and landed on Lou Yan's neck.
He was in Shenxiao Palace.
Heng Qichun surprisingly didn't throw him outside.
The sunlight was getting dim, and Lou Yan adjusted to the light, only to feel dizzy and lightheaded.
He still remembered everything that happened before he fainted. It was the lightning bolt that struck him from Nanyu Mountain that had such a strong aftereffect that it caused him to have heart pain and fall into a deep sleep.
Of course, it could also be the result of his reckless use of spiritual power.
Lou Yan lay on his back on the bed, grinding his canine teeth in frustration. His tongue lingered over one tooth, and the first thought that came to mind after his mind cleared was—when will his cultivation level finally become stronger?
Even if we don't mention Heng Qichun, who possesses divine power, he should at least be able to defeat Nanyu Mountain, right?
As he was thinking this, he heard footsteps. Lou Yan realized something and sat up abruptly from the bed. The gold jewelry around his neck fell to the ground with a "clatter," causing the Pixiu cub to howl in pain.
Lou Yan ignored him, pulled her outer robe and sat up, just in time to meet Heng Qichun's gaze as he walked in.
He subconsciously sized up the person opposite him.
I can't tell anything.
She was still wearing that plain, colorless robe, her hair half-tied up, and although her eyes were already very gentle, they still held a hint of coldness.
Lou Yan had to find something different—he noticed a spot of blood on his fingertip, probably because he had just fed the shark.
It's hard to connect that with the person being punished in the Hall of Admonitions.
Lou Yan looked at him, hesitant to speak.
Fortunately, it was Heng Qichun who spoke first this time.
"Get up if you're awake." His voice was extremely cold, almost devoid of warmth. "You slept all day; I thought you were possessed."
Lou Yan raised her hand and pinched her brow.
really.
Heng Qichun is the most heartless person.
Knowing he was injured, and that he was injured while standing up for him, she could still say such heartless things.
Lou Yan silently overturned the conclusion that he was "inhuman" and changed it to "utterly inhuman".
"oh--"
Lou Yan grumbled and complained about his dissatisfaction, but his actions betrayed his true feelings as he got up and put on his coat.
While doing these things, he was also deeply reflecting on himself—why was he being so obedient?
Soon, a thought exploded in my mind like lightning.
Lou Yan felt he was doomed; he might be a tamed wolf!
Heng Qichun glanced at him sideways, and probably noticed the slowness in his movements, so she frowned slightly. "What is it now?"
Lou Yan let out a soft "uh" and subconsciously raised her hand to cover her chest.
The area struck by Nanyu Mountain was no longer seriously damaged. He slept for quite a long time, and even felt that the spiritual energy that had been blocked before was now flowing smoothly again.
Lou Yan shook his head.
"Then hurry up," Heng Qichun's voice came again, urging, "The carriage is already waiting at the foot of the mountain."
Lou Yan sniffed inexplicably, tilted her head, and asked Heng Qichun, "Where are we going?"
"Your senior uncle means this." Heng Qichun rolled up his sleeves and, without waiting for his reaction, said, "A child has gone missing in the town at the foot of the mountain. You will come with me to find him."
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