Chapter 77 Divine Grace Unveiled His master gave a disdainful laugh. ...
In his previous life, Lou Yan rose to the position of the Supreme Lord of the Nine Netherworld, ruling over all demons and monsters with his own power. With just a flick of his finger, he could sever the bones of anyone who stood in his way.
He was never a wolf that would be blackmailed.
Ke Heng abandoned spring...
Emperor Yi remained silent, leaning quietly against the trunk of the female tree, his gaze shifting as he casually stared at Lou Yan's finger, which was imbued with spiritual power.
He seems to be the person who understands Lou Yan the most here.
Thinking of the person who had snuggled into his arms and scolded him for biting too hard before leaving, Lou Yan's face involuntarily burned with heat.
In a daze, he heard Heng Qichun's words of righteousness for the common people that he used to recite in his ear. His heart suddenly trembled, and he looked up in alarm, once again scrutinizing these insignificant beings in his eyes.
Wang Sheng looked at him almost pleadingly, and the boy named Meng Yuan pursed his lips tightly, his eyes reddening in an instant.
Lou Yan's raised arm suddenly trembled, and most of the spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips dissipated instantly.
He cannot.
At the very least, he shouldn't be the one to decide the fate of these people.
The Guhuoniao, having long since developed intelligence, had already noticed Louyan's hesitation.
It let out a long cry, and suddenly bent its claws and pounced towards the barrier in front of it.
"Bang!"
The bird's beak collided with the barrier, its wings flapped rapidly, and a feather fell to the ground.
The mountain people gathered at the edge of the barrier were terrified. They tugged at the sleeves of those around them and moved backward, fearing that if they were a step too late, they would become the meal of the Guhuoniao.
True friendship is revealed in times of adversity.
The elderly and the weak were the slowest, and some were even squeezed out of the barrier by the panicked survivors.
The Guhuoniao flapped its wings and hovered in the air, its eyes narrowed sharply. Suddenly, it let out another long cry, a deafening shout that pierced the edge of the barrier and struck the corner of a person's exposed clothing.
—The clan leader, with blood dripping from his ears, struggled desperately under the claws of the Guhuoniao.
No one dared to help.
Lou Yan ignored the group of cowardly mountain people, put one hand behind his back, clenched his fingers and then relaxed them, silently trying to summon his sword.
Emperor Yi watched with great interest as he channeled his spiritual power, and couldn't help but sigh, saying in a voice only the two of them could hear, "You little wolf cub, you don't hold grudges after all~"
He had been hiding behind the female tree for a while before he showed himself, and knew that the old man wanted to kill him to silence him. Even in this situation, the wolf cub was still willing to help.
It was quite different from what he remembered.
Lou Yan stared intently at the pair of bird claws that the Guhuoniao was using to hold down the clan leader, without looking at the Yi Emperor, his tone still arrogant, "What do you know?"
"My master said that this makes it easier to achieve great things."
—If you want to become a wolf king who can achieve great things, you must at least have the capacity to tolerate others.
I don't remember when Heng Qichun said that.
Emperor Yi clearly hadn't expected Lou Yan to have such a jumble of thoughts in his head. He pondered for a moment, then couldn't help but bow and laugh.
Lou Yan thought to himself, "To hell with your tolerance! Once I've killed this stinky bird, I'll come back and tear that stinky mouth of yours that can't stop laughing."
Lou Yan had already silently summoned his sword and was ready to strike, waiting to snatch the clan leader back when Gu Huo Niao wasn't paying attention.
Although the old man deserves to die, I should at least give him a good beating before he dies.
The sharp edge of the sword was only a hair's breadth away from the claws of the Guhuoniao.
Suddenly, a figure tumbled and scrambled down the mountain path in the distance, crying out, "Clan...Clan Chief!"
Lou Yan stopped what she was doing and looked up alertly.
The man who arrived was the mountain dweller who had been secretly dispatched by the clan chief not long ago. He was in a hurry and thought that the scene under the female tree was still the same chaotic battle as before, so he started shouting from a distance: "I went to the abandoned house at the far east end as you told me, and there... there was no one there!"
Lou Yan abruptly sheathed his sword.
At the same time, the Guhuoniao pressed down with its sharp claws, and its beak pecked open the chieftain's head.
A series of terrified screams rang out.
Lou Yan's face was extremely grim, and his wolf-like eyes instantly lost all their kindness, replaced by countless sinister and ruthless glints.
"A righteous person is magnanimous"—what utter nonsense!
A wolf's eyes cannot tolerate such things.
Lou Yan paid no attention to the gruesome death of the clan chief, stepped over his corpse, passed through the huge barrier, and stood in front of the mountain man who was already terrified.
"He ordered you to capture my master, and then used my master to blackmail me?" Lou Yan bowed, asking the person in front of him who was almost driven mad with fear, "Tell me, where is my master!"
The mountain man's face was covered in the brains of the clan chief. Lou Yan grabbed him by the collar and slammed him to the ground. The scene of the clan chief's head being pecked at by the Guhuoniao kept flashing before his eyes. He felt cold sweat all over his body and his stomach was churning. He felt like he would vomit if he stayed any longer.
Lou Yan had completely lost his patience. His grip on the man's collar tightened, and in an instant, he strangled the man's neck. He shouted, "Speak!"
The mountain dweller was simply following the clan chief's instructions to find a pregnant man in the easternmost alley, but he never saw him in the courtyard.
"I...I...I don't know!"
Lou Yan's face darkened instantly, and she gripped his throat tightly.
The mountain dwellers could hardly see what was before them; layers upon layers of fine black dots appeared before their eyes.
As he lay dying, he frantically grabbed the hand that was choking him, managing to utter an indistinct note, vaguely thinking: if he hadn't agreed to the chieftain's request to capture that person, would neither he nor the chieftain have had to die...?
Suddenly, I heard footsteps beside me.
"Tsk, don't be rough." Emperor Yi walked over slowly with his sleeves tucked in, and then seemingly casually brushed Lou Yan's fingers away, pulling the dying mountain dweller back from the brink of death. But he turned his head to look at Lou Yan, "How could someone like your master raise a wolf cub like you?"
He commented, "His temper is awful."
Lou Yan's fingertips trembled as he watched the mountain people, who had narrowly escaped death, lying on the ground breathing heavily. He couldn't help but reach out and make a loose grasp in the air.
He struggled to regain some of his senses and forced himself to look up and survey the surroundings.
The Guhuoniao had devoured the clan leader's flesh and blood in an instant and was now attempting to crash into the barrier set up by Louyan.
The bird's hard beak struck the barrier back and forth, and soon it cracked the barrier. The mountain people hiding inside fled again and again, and climbed straight to the female tree.
Too close.
If the barrier cracks open by another inch, the Guhuoniao can directly reach the pregnant pearl on the tree.
Lou Yan subconsciously raised his hand to form a hand seal, wanting to go all the way and break the pregnant pearl.
He had already clasped his hands together in a mudra, but then stopped pouring spiritual energy into them.
It cannot be broken.
The pregnant pearl that she wanted to break but couldn't, the mountain people she didn't want to save but ended up saving, and the master she wanted to find but couldn't find.
What should we do now?!
Lou Yan felt a sudden pang of panic, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and closed her eyes tightly.
If all else fails, we might as well fight this Guhuoniao to the death!
A fragrance of lotus blossoms suddenly wafted through the wind and snow.
Lou Yan suddenly opened his eyes, his heart trembling as the fierce wind and shattered snow shook him. He turned his head in disbelief, his neck like a stiff, aging object, making a creaking, decaying sound as it turned.
During the brief reunion between master and disciple, Emperor Yi remained silent, watching with a smile.
If Lou Yan had taken a closer look, he would have discovered that the Underworld Lord beside him had already grasped all these changes, and even Heng Qichun's appearance at this moment was within his expectations.
Unfortunately, the wolf cub's gaze was already fixed on his master.
It is a soliloquy amidst the overwhelming snow.
Heng Qichun waded through the snow alone. Although his steps were slow, each step was steady and powerful. His plain robe was lifted by the wind and snow. As the sleeves fluttered, Lou Yan gradually saw his figure clearly.
Her clothes were shivering with fear, her thin frame hidden beneath a single garment, her lower abdomen slightly bulging, and after half a day, the curve there seemed to have become more pronounced.
His face was still pale, his once clear and radiant face now covered with a layer of white, snow-like grime. His white hair was whipped about by the wind, revealing a pair of clear yet not indifferent eyes.
Taking another step closer, Lou Yan met his gaze.
The wolf cub, its heart finally at ease, wagged its tail and stepped aside from the Yi Emperor to greet him, "Master..."
etc……
Lou Yan suddenly stopped in his tracks—that look in his eyes!?
A biting gust of wind and snow cut across Lou Yan's cheek, and she felt a sharp pain as if the skin all the way up to her earlobe was being torn away.
He caught a glimpse of Heng Qichun's eyes when he looked at him.
There was a hint of reproach, displeasure, and annoyance.
This is not the state Heng Qichun should be in right now.
A bold idea suddenly popped into Lou Yan's mind.
He... remembered?
Just as Lou Yan was stunned, Heng Qichun had already raised his arm and summoned the stringless zither into his hand.
A faint, watery light washed over the scattered snowflakes, and an overwhelming fragrance of lotus blossoms surged forth, so powerful that even the Yi Emperor, who stood with his arms crossed, couldn't help but squint his eyes.
—That was Heng Qichun's undisguised divine grace.
Lou Yan's tail, which had been wagging happily, suddenly drooped down, and he looked like a wilted eggplant.
Now he doesn't care about other people's lives or deaths at all.
He might be dying soon.
Heng Qichun ignored the wolf cub's head drooping suddenly, his cold gaze sweeping over the golden barrier before settling on the Guhuoniao bird that was constantly flapping its wings.
It is a demon that is about to undergo tribulation.
"Zheng—"
The sound of the zither suddenly rang out.
The Guhuoniao, which was ramming the barrier with all its might, let out a shriek, and a feather fell from one of its wings.
It was startled for a moment, then circled in the air and flew up again, finally turning its head to look in the direction from which the sound of the zither came from.
It stared intently at Heng Qichun's lower abdomen, and its already arrogant face suddenly broke into an even more triumphant smile, its long cry echoing throughout the entire mountain range.
Lou Yan quickly discerned the meaning of the cry.
It was actually said to him.
"OK."
"Now let's see how you're going to destroy the pearls on the tree!"
Lou Yan's face turned extremely sour, and he immediately bared his canine teeth at Gu Huo Niao.
At the same time, he was secretly alarmed—even if Heng Qichun, who had regained his memories, could easily kill this evil spirit, what about the pregnant pearl?
Is it really going to result in the birth of a demon cub?
Heng Qichun remained unmoved. He simply walked slowly closer, raised his hand to grasp the steel knife that Lou Yan had pinned in mid-air, and then pressed the tip of the knife against the junction of his chest and abdomen.
Lou Yan seemed to hear his master chuckle contemptuously.
“How can the son of a demon and a treacherous official be worthy to coexist with me?”
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Author's Note: [Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers]
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