Chapter 81: Staying Overnight in Bajiao Town. Water droplets shimmered on the surface.
Having emerged from the underworld only a few days ago, Lou Yan inexplicably felt as if he had been transported to another world.
Looking at it through the swirling snowflakes, even the Nanyu Mountain, which he hated the most, suddenly seemed much more welcoming.
Heng Qichun had already bowed in greeting, still maintaining his indifferent demeanor towards everyone, "Senior Brother."
Nan Yushan sheathed his sword, somewhat surprised when he saw that the people in front of him were Heng Qichun and Lou Yan. "Why is it you two?"
Lou Yan didn't reply, but heard his master say, "There is a demon on Mount Nüqi. Lou Yan and I dealt with a Guhuoniao that was about to become a demon."
Nan Yushan already disliked buildings, and upon hearing these two words, he didn't want to think about them at all. However, after they left Sixiang Mountain, they followed the traces of this evil spirit all the way to Nüqi Mountain.
Thousands of disciples crowded the mountains behind him. Nan Yushan didn't ask any questions. His gaze swept over the broken wings of the demonic moths on the ground. He raised his hand and gestured to the people behind him, "Yusheng, go and investigate."
Fu Yusheng said "yes" and turned around to emerge from behind Nanyu Mountain.
It had been a while since I'd seen him, but he was still wearing that striking green robe, with a spirit-locking pouch tied around his waist. He was extremely slender, and his waist was clearly visible when he walked with a slight sway.
No wonder I always thought he looked like a snake.
Since they were both demons and had cultivated together in the immortal sect, Lou Yan felt a sense of kinship with Fu Yusheng when they met again. He immediately stretched his neck and hummed twice at Fu Yusheng, trying to win him over as a new good friend.
He completely forgot what a detestable guy Fu Yusheng was.
But Fu Yusheng ignored him. Only when he passed by Heng Qichun did he look up and exchange a glance with the God. Both understood each other perfectly and said nothing.
The ghostly aura had completely dissipated, and there was nothing to be seen on the remaining moth wings. Fu Yusheng frowned slightly and directly raised his hand to draw a strangely shaped talisman.
The talisman burned to ashes at the fingertips, the ashes rising and mixing with the powder remaining on the moth's wings.
Fu Yusheng closed his eyes, lightly touched his forehead with his fingertips, and silently recited an incantation.
A moment later, he opened his eyes and looked at Nanyu Mountain. He rarely suppressed his smile and said, "Reporting to Master, there were a total of 16,432 demon moths. None of them escaped."
Seeing that Nan Yushan and his disciples all breathed a sigh of relief, Lou Yan tilted his head, his wolf eyes full of doubt.
Why is everyone so nervous?
Heng Qichun had already asked before he could, "Senior brother... what is this?"
Nan Yushan sighed, "Although the Qin Mirror is broken, the greed of the demons and evil spirits in the world has not diminished, but has instead become even more rampant. Ghostly energy is spreading everywhere, and demons are vying to fall into the demonic path, not hesitating to slaughter innocent mortals."
He looked at the swirling snowflakes and the remaining moth wings on the ground, a hint of pain in his eyes. "In less than ten days, the human world has become a scene of utter devastation."
really.
Lou Yan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
No wonder he never received a reply to his messages; they must have been swallowed up by the vast net of demons.
Demons wreaked havoc on the human world, forcing the righteous sects of the immortals to take up arms against them.
Is the cataclysmic event of thousands of years ago about to repeat itself?
The conversation between Nan Yushan and Heng Qichun reached everyone's ears without interruption. A junior disciple next to him patted his chest with lingering fear and said, "These demonic moths have absorbed a lot of human marrow. If we wait another day, they will become demons. We have been chasing them for two days and two nights."
At this point, their expressions suddenly became somewhat excited, and their eyes, shining brightly with divine reverence, looked at Heng Qichun. "Fortunately, we met the Divine Lord and Senior Brother Lou!"
Lou Yan figured his master must be ill-suited to handling such palace scenes, so he suppressed his sudden surge of jealousy and magnanimously waved to his fellow disciples, "Hi~"
"A bunch of little moths, easy to deal with, didn't take much effort."
Heng Qichun thought to himself, "You didn't put in much effort."
In front of everyone, the master couldn't possibly argue with the wolf cub. He simply patted Lou Yan's head lightly and used his hand, which had just wiped out tens of thousands of demonic moths not long ago, to gather the little wolf's braids.
That night, the group stayed overnight in Bajiao Town at the foot of Nüqi Mountain.
The snow was falling heavily, and the entire village was plunged into a deathly silence. Coupled with the rampant evil spirits, no one dared to go out.
The once empty inn was now filled with disciples of the immortal sect, with layers upon layers of barriers erected, and talismans and magic arrays brimming with spiritual energy everywhere.
While Heng Qichun was discussing strategies for pursuing the evil spirits with Nanyushan, Lou Yan didn't stick to his master but instead went straight into Fu Yusheng's bedroom.
"Hey!" the wolf said rudely, looking at the person sitting on the couch. "Is that snakeskin in the bamboo house at the foot of Mount Sixiang yours?"
Fu Yusheng had just finished bathing and had already loosened his belt, but when Lou Yan came in, he had no choice but to put his outer robe back on. However, the belt was not tied, and the open collar revealed a large expanse of undulating skin.
Water droplets hung gently on it, swaying with each breath.
He then adopted that weary smile again, his willow-leaf eyes sparkling with spring, and gave a gentle laugh as if teasing a wolf cub: "Yes~"
Lou Yan didn't joke with him. He frowned seriously and said solemnly, "Then you still have time to laugh."
"Do you know that the snake clan is looking for you!"
Both of them wisely refrained from inquiring about each other's demon identities, but when Lou Yan thought of the tiger clan they encountered on Mount Sixiang, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, with a premonition that disaster was imminent and that both he and Fu Yusheng would have their identities exposed.
Fu Yusheng was much calmer.
He ignored Lou Yan's advice to put away his smile, instead leaning back lazily against the bedpost, revealing his extremely slender waist as he twisted, which was probably only a handful deep.
Lou Yan heard him sigh softly.
“Go ahead and search,” Fu Yusheng said. “My ties with the snake clan are severed, and from now on, we will have no further connection.”
"Yan Yan~" he called again, looking at Lou Yan's school uniform and saying, "Now that you've entered the Eighteen Realms, no matter what past grievances you have, you are now a member of the Immortal Sect."
Lou Yan's head, which had been clouded by the moment, finally cleared, and he let out a clear, cold laugh in his heart.
Oh.
Even if you are a member of the immortal sect, if one day disaster strikes, the master who protects you today will still turn against you with swords, and the sect standing behind you will still push you into the sea of fire without hesitation.
The price of "trust" was too high, so much so that he dared not trust his master again in two lifetimes.
Even though he and Heng Qichun had already...
Lou Yan stared at Fu Yusheng's slender waist and finally remembered the real purpose of his visit today, but he couldn't bring himself to ask the question.
—I heard Wei Xiuzhu eloped with you. Did you two do *that*?
"I heard..." Lou Yan opened her mouth, then decisively gave up, her eyes scanning him up and down with suspicion before changing the question, "What about that little brat Wei Xiuzhu?"
“I made a mistake,” Fu Yusheng answered straightforwardly. “I was locked up in Luduan Gate by the sect leader.”
Lou Yan stared at him for a while and saw that his expression was normal, and his willow eyes still held a smile. He did not feel sorry for Wei Xiuzhu at all, and he did not seem to be lying to him.
Lou Yan then snorted heavily and turned to leave without hesitation.
He didn't ask Wei Xiuzhu what mistake he had made, but before leaving he said, "You're such a grown man, and you still complain to your master."
The wolf cub finally left.
Fu Yusheng sat up, made sure the doors and windows were tightly closed, and then reached out to unfasten the spirit-locking pouch from his waist.
The Lu Duan Sect practices the Gu Dao (a form of magic in Chinese mythology), and governs all kinds of demonic beasts in the eighteen realms. All disciples of the sect carry spirit-locking bags, the purpose of which is to be able to carry away those disobedient demonic beasts with them.
Although he has been capturing demons recently, the spirit-locking bag does not contain demons.
The night was deep and the snow had not yet melted. After Lou Yan left, the area was once again completely silent.
Fu Yusheng placed the spirit-locking bag on the bed, carefully untied the knot on the bag, and then silently recited an incantation.
A wisp of spiritual energy tentatively peeked out from the bag.
After probing that the location was safe enough, a blinding white light gathered again.
Fu Yusheng was startled by the light and closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, he saw his junior brother sitting miserably at the foot of the bed.
Wei Xiuzhu was wearing only a single garment, her hair was casually tied into a bun, her small face was delicate and fair, and the corners of her eyes were red, as if she had been secretly crying.
He deserved to cry. He stole the "spirit pet" from Nanyu Mountain and ran away. When Fu Yusheng caught him and brought him back, he was still defiant and tried to run away to find the little white snake. He was immediately bound by the Immortal Binding Rope by Nanyu Mountain and ordered Fu Yusheng to throw him into Luduan Gate to reflect on his mistakes.
At that time, the Four Symbols Mountain was experiencing strange occurrences, and countless demons and evil spirits fled to the human world. Nanyu Mountain summoned his disciples to go down the mountain together to fight the demons.
Fu Yusheng had already gone down the mountain with the others, but halfway there he turned back to Luduan Gate and brought Wei Xiuzhu with him.
It was kept in the spirit-locking bag that I carried with me, and I would only let the little thing out to get some fresh air when I had free time.
This can be considered revenge for being "imprisoned" at the foot of Mount Sixiang.
The Immortal Binding Rope was still tied around the child's wrists, binding all his spiritual power. The delicate skin on his wrists was rubbed red by the rope, so he could only sit at the foot of the bed with his wrists raised and his knees drawn up.
She didn't even look at Fu Yusheng; his half-crying appearance was particularly pitiful.
The more Fu Yusheng looked at him, the more he felt that he could shake him. He sat up on the couch, stared at the back of Wei Xiuzhu's head for a while, and suddenly tugged at the Immortal Binding Rope on his wrist.
"Ah..." Wei Xiuzhu's face changed color with pain, and he let out a soft, sticky cry, finally unable to hold back any longer.
He carefully protected his wrists as he turned around, his eyes completely red, but he didn't dare to utter a single word of accusation.
All they could do was pitifully beg for mercy.
"Senior brother..." he stammered, "Could we...could we not do it today..."
“Didn’t you take two days off?” Fu Yusheng interrupted him, propping his chin up with interest as he raised an eyebrow at the child, then his gaze quickly shifted downwards, landing on a certain spot on Wei Xiuzhu that was covered by his clothes.
He suddenly asked, "What's wrong? You're not doing well anymore?"
"Okay!" No one listened to him, not even Wei Xiuzhu. He immediately jumped out of bed to retort.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he couldn't help but shrink back, humming, "But...but..."
It was cold, and Fu Yusheng was too lazy to light a charcoal fire, so the room was hot and dry, and soon Wei Xiuzhu was covered in sticky sweat.
Looking at his senior brother's mocking gaze, he suddenly realized that he couldn't escape it tonight.
"No buts." Fu Yusheng leaned closer to him, casually untying the thin sash, and whispered in the child's ear, "I promised you, since you like how that white snake treats you, then like it to your heart's content."
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Author's note: This is basically a craft training class~ [dog head holding a rose][dog head holding a rose][dog head holding a rose]
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