Chapter 78 The Spirit Platform Remains Dustless "Lou Yan, you're asking for it."
One hour ago.
Heng Qichun was plagued by nightmares.
He dreamt that the Nine Netherworld Realm was threatening the Six Realms, forcing the gods to divide the realms and establish a divine gate on the immortal mountain of Crane Island, completely isolating it from the other five realms.
Later, the Demon Lord was finally captured and vanished into ashes on the altar. Countless immortals also sacrificed themselves to save the common people, and the entire land was almost reduced to scorched earth.
In an instant, the scorched earth was transformed into a newly rebuilt celestial platform and pavilion. He stood at the forefront of his disciples, looking up at the rolling lightning tribulation above.
Nan Yushan advised him to recognize his own identity.
He didn't speak, but sealed his spiritual power and used his mortal body to deliver the fatal lightning strike.
"Boom—"
Heng Qichun suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body drenched in sweat.
He felt pain screaming throughout his body, his lower abdomen was swollen, and his chest, where Lou Yan had bitten him, still ached.
"Well……"
Heng Qichun placed one hand on his lower abdomen, shifted back slightly to support himself, and leaned against the soft pillow at the head of the bed. Then he reached for the remaining half-bowl of cold tea beside the bed.
Suddenly, a strange noise came from inside the room.
Heng Qichun's outstretched arm hung in mid-air, the cold sweat that had just subsided instantly washing over him. He looked up in alarm, staring at the swaying figure at the foot of the bed, and asked, "Who is it?"
The person didn't speak, but quickly came out from behind the curtain carrying a cup of warm water.
“Fortunately, I asked one more question when Meng Po came to report…” He sat down on the edge of the bed without any politeness, exuding laziness, and observed Heng Qichun’s reaction, saying, “It seems that Meng Po’s soup in the underworld is effective. Even a god with profound cultivation cannot withstand it.”
Heng Qichun didn't take the water from his hand, but leaned against the bed and quietly observed the person in front of him.
Clad in white, her figure was as thin as snow, her body frail and her features distant.
His every word and action exuded a casual demeanor, clearly indicating that he was someone he knew very well.
He has amnesia, not stupidity. He understood the cause and effect after just a little thought.
So he lost his memory... because he drank the Meng Po soup?
That……
"Stop thinking about it, you're not dead."
It was clear that Heng Qichun had a lot of questions to ask, but the other party had no desire to explain at all. He raised his hand and formed a ghost seal, about to press it down on Heng Qichun's brow.
Heng Qichun frowned suddenly, turned his head and raised his hand to push away his hand, his face colder than the howling wind outside.
"Smack—"
He heard a crisp sound as his hand snapped open, sighed, and withdrew his hand, which felt neither pain nor itching.
It's been over a thousand years, and they're still so stubbornly resistant to force.
“Alright, my name is Que Zhifeng, and I was your junior brother who was expelled from the sect.” He looked away as he spoke, his lips slightly pursed, and he said with a hint of petulance, “If my senior brother hadn’t suppressed his divine bones in the underworld, I wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble to make this trip.”
"Remember to burn me two bundles of paper money when you get back, then we'll be even."
Heng Qichun didn't hear this sentence. He gently raised his head and let out a "uh" sound. He felt a stream of spiritual energy flowing into his forehead.
—The ghost seal had already secretly formed and was firmly pressed against Heng Qichun's brow.
Que Zhifeng had not used any celestial magic for many years. He was extremely careful when using the ghost seal in his hand to interfere with Heng Qichun's mind. Only when he saw Heng Qichun's tightly furrowed brows gradually relax did he slowly put away the ghost seal in his hand and silently chant aloud.
“My mind is clouded, and my heart is covered by dark waters.”
"Tracing back the River of Oblivion, returning after a hundred tribulations."
"Go back!"
Heng Qichun's chest trembled, he raised his hand to touch his forehead, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he was in great pain.
Que Zhifeng used his spiritual power to calculate with his fingers, and his lazy eyes narrowed involuntarily. "That bird demon has appeared... I'll go check on my senior brother's little disciple."
He supported Heng Qichun's shoulder, making him sit comfortably on the couch to regulate his breathing, and instructed him, "I have already set up an illusion barrier here, so outsiders cannot see you, Senior Brother. Until you remember everything, please stay here peacefully."
Heng Qichun kept his eyes closed the whole time. After this sentence, he seemed to react a little, but he did not speak to him.
The rabbit he received as a disciple's apprenticeship gift, the little apprentice who kept sneaking into his bed, and the unsightly, alluring shadows on this bed...
Heng Qichun stroked his lower abdomen as memories lost in the underworld surged back like a tide, leaving his mind in chaos.
Just before all his memories came flooding back, Heng Qichun clearly realized that the nightmares that had kept him awake these past few days were actually real.
He tried his best to open his eyes, watching Que Zhifeng's swaying figure walk into a vast expanse of broken snow, but in the end he could only open his mouth and couldn't utter a single word.
Under the female tree.
The tip of the knife was only an inch away from the flesh.
Lou Yan's eyes widened, and the composure he had been putting on collapsed in an instant. His voice, when he shouted "Master," was distorted.
Heng Qichun didn't even look at him. He lightly raised his fingertips and used a spell to freeze Lou Yan in place.
Lou Yan was unable to move his limbs and could only watch helplessly as Heng Qichun pressed the steel knife against his lower abdomen. The tip of the knife quickly pierced through the thin layer of clothing, and bright red blood seeped from his skin and fingertips.
Amidst the blanket of white snow, that single point of scarlet stood out strikingly, as if it were about to become the only bright spot in this world.
Lou Yan stood frozen in place, unable to move, his back teeth clenching tighter and tighter until his gums bled, and his mouth tasted sweet and metallic.
He knew it... Once Heng Qichun regained his memories, he would never allow the demon fetus to live inside him.
No matter how much he emphasizes the equality of all people, evil will never catch his eye.
Heng Qichun completely ignored Lou Yan and didn't care what his little apprentice was thinking at the moment.
The tip of the knife had already pierced through the flesh, and the winding trail of blood soaked a large area of the robe before disappearing into the snow on the ground with a "drip".
That must hurt a lot.
Heng Qichun's fingertips were extremely steady, and if it weren't for the fine sweat on his forehead, it would be almost impossible to tell what he was doing.
A moment later, a wisp of demonic energy slowly seeped out from the wound on his abdomen, and at the same time, a crack appeared in the gestation pearl on the female tree.
The Guhuoniao, who was struggling to break through the barrier, was stunned on the spot.
The bird demon let out a long cry, then gathered its strength and pecked at Heng Qichun's lower abdomen.
Even if you can't eat the pearl, drinking some of its blood is good too.
Lou Yan tensed up, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the Yi Emperor was still standing lazily in the same spot, showing no intention of stopping him.
Suddenly, a thought struck him—that's right, now that Heng Qichun has regained his memories, dealing with such a small demon will be a piece of cake.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Heng Qichun had already pierced his abdomen completely with that steel knife.
A gushing wound covered his robe. He knelt on one knee, using his sword to steady himself, while his other hand formed a hand seal. As the blood from his abdomen flowed more and more, he recited an incantation.
The stringless harp emitted a trembling, booming sound.
As the snow fell heavily, Lou Yan felt as if the blizzard was drenching her, completely obscuring the view before her.
He squinted as he tried to peer through the gaps in the snow, and before the scene appeared on the screen, he heard a sharp piano note.
"Zheng—"
The stringless zither, freed from Heng Qichun's shackles, soared into the sky amidst a flurry of snowflakes.
Everyone was stunned by this divine power and looked up in near fear, only to see the Guhuoniao, which had been wreaking havoc here not long ago, now trembling and flapping its wings as if trying to escape.
The boundless, watery spiritual energy was dazzling. Heng Qichun flicked his fingertips with spiritual power, and then the stringless zither exploded in the air with a sharp sound.
With each sound, the Guhuoniao took a step back until its feathers were firmly attached to the golden barrier that Louyan had previously set up.
The sharp bird calls were an attempt to resist.
Heng Qichun barely raised his eyes, remaining kneeling there, his clear eyes reflecting a patch of snow, the coldness of which far surpassed the calamity of the winter snow.
“The magpie knows the wind,” he suddenly called out.
Upon hearing this, Emperor Yi immediately stood up straight. Although he wore an unwilling expression, he still slowly took two steps forward.
He heard Heng Qichun say, "After this strike, it will return to the underworld."
Emperor Yi paused, his brow furrowing.
He actually understood.
Heng Qichun wanted to use a deadly move.
Emperor Yi pursed his lips, an indescribable astonishment welling up inside him.
He knew Heng Qichun better than anyone else. From a young age, he had been instilled with countless nonsense principles of "morality first, compassion in mind" by the patriarch of the Eighteen Realms. Even when he broke with his sect hundreds of years ago and was besieged by Heng Qichun and his disciples, he never saw Heng Qichun use any killing moves against him.
The deity would never be so decisive in wanting to kill a demon.
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Heng Qichun had already cast another hand seal.
With her palm turned upwards, her bare fingertips formed a lotus shape, and a wisp of divine grace carrying a faint fragrance poured out.
"Zheng—"
The zither music started again, and the water-colored spiritual energy extended like waves along the plucked strings until it approached the frightened and helpless Guhuo bird.
Wings fluttered.
With a mournful cry, the ancient monster that had occupied Mount Nüqi for thousands of years finally vanished.
Emperor Yi silently swallowed, and following Heng Qichun's earlier instructions, gathered the remaining soul of the Guhuoniao into his sleeve, intending to take it back to the underworld for proper training.
After the spiritual energy was withdrawn, the stringless zither slowly returned to Heng Qichun's side. Under the influence of a divine incantation, it returned to Heng Qichun's body and completely dissipated into nothingness.
Heng Qichun gently closed his eyes, feeling the stringless zither merge with his own divine bones, and a layer of paleness appeared on the corner of his lips.
He let out a soft breath, dropped the hilt of the knife, and slowly stood up, clutching his abdomen.
He looked up and saw the wolf cub whimpering and staring at him with red eyes.
The pent-up frustration in his heart suddenly dissipated, and Heng Qichun lightly flicked his sleeve, taking the opportunity to remove the immobilization spell he had placed on Lou Yan.
Caught off guard, Lou Yan felt a sudden weakness in her limbs and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
At the same time, the golden barrier he had set up behind him vanished without a trace. Hundreds of villagers, deafened by the sound of the Guhuoniao, huddled under the female tree, their faces filled with terror.
Lou Yan ignored the cries behind him, his wolfish eyes fixed on the bleeding wound on Heng Qichun's lower abdomen.
As Heng Qichun straightened up, his lower abdomen had become flat, and the gestational pearl on the female tree had completely shattered and disappeared.
Apart from the bloodstains on Heng Qichun's robe, the events on Mount Nüqi truly felt like a dream.
Lou Yan got up from the ground and then raised his hand to touch his nose.
He never expected Heng Qichun to be so cruel to him. After all, just before noon today, he was lying in bed calling him "Little Wolf" and asking Little Wolf to bite this and that.
"Master..." Lou Yan called out, trying her best to maintain a proper attitude, and walked towards Heng Qichun, her tone somewhat guilty, "Master, your injuries..."
Heng Qichun stared at him for a while, seeing the wolf cub so afraid to even breathe in front of him, then suddenly chuckled softly and said—
"Lou Yan, you're asking for it."
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