Chapter 94: Yue is a good-for-nothing who gets drunk easily.
Lou Yan waited in Shenxiao Palace for half a day, growing increasingly impatient with each passing day.
Heng Qichun demanded an explanation from him, but he couldn't think of anything to say, so he decided to try his luck at Tianyin Palace.
If we can just get away with it, that would be even better!
Fearing he would attract too much attention, he deliberately maintained his wolf form as he darted over, telling everyone that he was Heng Qichun's pet.
Then he argued with Fu Yusheng, who was guarding outside the Tianyin Hall, for the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn.
“You can’t go in now,” Fu Yusheng said.
"Why! Those two junior disciples just now seemed to be deserting in the face of battle, why can't I go in!" Lou Yan asked.
"Because the deity is observing the six-nostril mirror."
Lou Yan let out a "howl," tilted his head seriously, and began to think hard.
He was not reborn immediately after his death in his previous life. Instead, he wandered in the void for two hundred years as a remnant soul. The time was so long that the things he had personally experienced in his previous life had become blurred.
He had almost forgotten what exactly this strangely familiar-sounding six-nosed mirror was.
Something suddenly flashed through Lou Yan's chaotic mind like lightning, and his expression changed drastically.
Back then, he led the Nine Netherworld to slaughter all the immortal sects, and only the Azure Palace was spared. If I remember correctly, Shi Wuqing was able to lead her disciples to retreat in advance because she was holding the Six-Nose Mirror.
Because of that mirror...
That mirror was different from the Qin Mirror. It had nothing to do with the Ghost Realm, but instead... it possessed the ability to foresee the future!
Upon thinking of this, Lou Yan's hair immediately stood on end, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst through his thin chest cavity.
Although the land of Kyushu has shown a temporary peace, evil spirits have not been eliminated and ghostly energy has not been eradicated. Almost every day, greedy evil spirits attempt to lure ghosts into their bodies to cultivate demonic forms.
The human realm suffers greatly, and the immortal sects are filled with unease—even today's seemingly peaceful oath-taking ceremony is actually another turbulent undercurrent beneath the veneer of peace.
Why would Shi Wuqing entrust Heng Qichun with the most precious treasure of his sect to investigate?
Lou Yan only wanted one possibility.
Demon Bone.
That demonic bone, which exists within the Six Realms but whose whereabouts are unknown and cause great anxiety.
What if Heng Qichun really sees his own disciple with the demonic bone in the Six Nose Mirror?
He'll die...
As Lou Yan's expression grew increasingly grave, not only did he gasp for breath, but even the strand of newly grown curly hair on his forehead was soaked with cold sweat, clinging damply to his brow.
Fu Yusheng narrowed his eyes sharply, flicked his tongue, and decisively hid behind a tree, transforming back into human form. He then bent down, grabbed Lou Yan's nape, and pulled the pensive wolf cub to its feet.
"Yan Yan~" he called again, seemingly oblivious to the danger, "What are you thinking about now?"
Lou Yan was forced to lift his upper body, and his two front paws flailed restlessly in the air, as if he was about to turn his head to bite Fu Yusheng's hand.
No one but Heng Qichun has ever dared to lift me up like this!
The sharp canine teeth barely grazed the back of Fu Yusheng's hand. He hissed and nimbly withdrew his hand, letting the fierce wolf cub fall back to the ground.
Lou Yan gritted his teeth and stood up, glaring fiercely at Fu Yusheng. Taking advantage of Fu Yusheng's moment of respite, he turned and twisted, escaping past him.
"Why--"
Fu Yusheng's voice of obstruction echoed in his ears. Lou Yan used all four claws to run wildly toward the barrier outside the Tianyin Palace.
They stopped Heng Qichun.
We absolutely must not let him discover the secret of the Demon Bone!
Lou Yan ran away in such a hurry that he even forgot that if he encountered such a crisis before Heng Qichun asked him to give an explanation, his first choice would definitely be to run away.
When he came to his senses, the barrier set up by Nanyu Mountain in front of him had already collapsed. Everyone retreated several steps in fear. When they looked up again, they saw Heng Qichun walking down from the high platform step by step with his sleeves tucked in.
A mountain breeze swept through, carrying a hint of spring's chill, and the scent of sacred trees and herbs wafted in, quickly dissipating the lotus fragrance in the air.
Heng Qichun walked slowly.
His white robes billowed in the wind, his white hair cascading over his shoulders, and when he looked up, he revealed a clear, cold face. His eyes were extremely pale, his pupils seemingly imbued with the color of mountains and rivers, and when his gaze swept over, one couldn't help but feel a tremor in their heart.
Lou Yan stood in front of the crowd, in the most conspicuous position.
With the secret of the Demon Bone in mind, no one cared about the origins of a little wild wolf. So Lou Yan watched helplessly as Heng Qichun approached him. With each inch closer, it felt like a sharp blade was pressed tightly against his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.
He finally realized, belatedly, how foolish he had been to run over there.
With Heng Qichun's divine power, it's impossible that he entered the Six Nose Mirror empty-handed; he most likely... most likely, saw what that demonic bone looked like.
Lou Yan gritted its teeth and gripped the ground tightly with its front paws, so hard that blood began to seep between its toes.
Since his rebirth, he has never stopped loathing and hating Heng Qichun, wanting to devour his bones and blood and drag him down from his pedestal.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt that his fate was predetermined, and perhaps he was destined to die at the hands of Heng Qichun and experience the torment of wandering souls again.
This was the "explanation" given to Heng Qichun.
Lou Yan calmed down for the first time ever, gave a bitter laugh to himself, then gently closed his eyes, adopting a posture of waiting to be slaughtered.
Then he heard the noise around him suddenly stop.
"How could the God-King..."
With a question posed in confusion, Lou Yan opened her eyes and her pupils suddenly contracted as she looked over.
Heng Qichun wasn't coming for him.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he went straight back to his seat, gathered his sleeves with one hand, and poured himself a cup of sake.
His composed demeanor and serene expression made it hard to reconcile the man before us with the uncontrolled lotus fragrance that had just wafted from before.
Lou Yan sniffed suspiciously, probably sensing that something was wrong. Instead of making a quick getaway, he quietly slipped over the table and approached Heng Qichun's legs when no one was looking.
The group was left looking at each other in bewilderment.
After a long while, Nan Yushan gestured for everyone to sit down again, then sat back down next to Heng Qichun, tilting his head to ask him, "You're in that mirror..."
What did you see in that mirror?
Heng Qichun knew what he was asking, and smiled faintly, but did not stop raising his glass to drink. The strong liquor went down his throat, making his thin lips look particularly red and striking.
He raised his eyes and looked around at everyone. His gaze swept over the people, whether sitting or standing, and finally settled on Nan Xu.
The young man had a wound on his cheek, and his spiritual power had not yet recovered. He looked haggard and pale, completely different from the person in the Six-Nosed Mirror who was surrounded by demonic energy.
Heng Qichun glanced at him briefly before turning his gaze away and facing Nanyu Mountain, saying, "Just as Sect Leader Shi said, there is still a demonic bone in the Six Realms, which will soon appear in the world."
Except for Shi Wuqing, everyone else looked shocked.
Nan Yushan frowned and asked him, "Did you see clearly whose body that demonic bone was on?"
Heng Qichun hesitated for a moment, then drank another cup of sake. His Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed, drawing out the veins on his neck.
He had barely uttered a syllable when he felt a heat on his calf—Lou Yan was tilting his head and using his teeth to pry open the hem of his robe, before rubbing his furry head against him.
A gentle, tingling sensation instantly enveloped him. Heng Qichun's chest heaved, and he felt the strong liquor he had just drunk finally trickle down his throat, warming his lungs and heart.
He raised his hand as if possessed, and secretly rubbed the wolf cub's head under the cover of the table.
Once Lou Yan finally calmed down, he continued what he hadn't finished saying earlier.
"Although the Six Nose Mirror can foresee the future, the Five Elements are in constant motion and all things in the Six Realms are in constant flux, so we cannot yet pinpoint the location of that demonic bone. All we can do now is to be extra vigilant."
Upon hearing this, Shi Wuqing breathed a long sigh of relief. "I knew it. That demonic bone is inherently strange and unpredictable; it's not something that can be easily discerned."
Nan Yushan pondered for a moment, then nodded, still looking at Heng Qichun, "In your opinion, how should we defend ourselves?"
Heng Qichun pressed down on Lou Yan's head with one hand to prevent the little wolf from moving around, and with the other hand he raised his cup and drank it down, saying with a hint of alcohol on his breath, "All the sects in the cultivation world are built on the immortal mountain. From today onwards, I ask you all to guard against it strictly, set up barriers, and establish sword formations. If there is any abnormality, report to the Eighteen Realms immediately."
After he finished speaking, he saw the people below him looking at him with either fear or agreement in their eyes. At that moment, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally fell straight to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Then he looked at Nan Xu, who was holding back his anger, and said, "Hezizhou has no spiritual energy or immortal blessings left, and Nan Xu is all alone. Why don't you stay in the Eighteen Realms?"
This was originally a very caring suggestion, but now that the entire Hezizhou family has been slaughtered and Elder Hengyang has died, Nanxu is a lonely and helpless young man. Staying in the Eighteen Realms is the wisest choice.
Lou Yan's head was half-covered by Heng Qichun's hand, and she felt dizzy and bloated. She groaned in her heart for a long time before finally suppressing her jealousy.
However, to everyone's surprise, Nan Xu quickly refused.
He braced himself against the table in front of him with one hand, stood up unsteadily, then raised his hand in a salute and said, "This junior wishes to return to Hezizhou."
Heng Qichun paused for a moment, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes, before finally nodding.
"good."
The Oath-Taking Ceremony gradually came to a close amidst the clinking of glasses and toasts.
People placed all their hopes on Heng Qichun, knowing only that he was the last god in the human world, but they did not know that he had never actually entered the divine realm, never worshipped the Heavenly Emperor or the Holy Mother, and never drunk the divine nectar.
He was completely unaware of his own drinking capacity, and didn't realize that he was a useless person who got drunk easily.
The word "waste" was coined by Lou Yan.
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