Chapter 1: Gods and demons vanished, and he was reborn.
Snow began to fall outside Shenxiao Palace.
The Endless Tree, flourishing for over a thousand years, withered and died in this blizzard. The human realm lost its protection, all beasts were slaughtered, demons fled in all directions, and the immortal and divine realms were reduced to ruins.
The world was shrouded in darkness; living beings wept in despair, and withered bones wailed in anguish.
A blizzard lasted for two hundred years.
Until Lou Yan opened her eyes again.
The enormous, inexhaustible tree obscured the sky, casting a small shadow on Lou Yan's eyes. He looked up at the swaying shadows, catching a glimpse of the celestial pavilions that soared into the heavens from the eighteen realms.
Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, the sacred altar that shelters all living beings stands tall—this is the Shenxiao Palace.
He is in the Eighteenth Realm.
The most magnificent immortal cultivation sect in the world.
A cacophony of whispers gradually filled my ears.
Lou Yan raised his eyes, his gaze lingering on each of the disciples wearing the Eighteen Realms school uniform before settling on the person in the center.
The sect leader, Nan Yushan, stood on the platform, looking down at him.
Lou Yan's pupils contracted.
This is unbelievable!
The Eighteen Realms have long been razed to the ground by the Nine Netherworld Realm, so it's impossible for Nanyu Mountain to stand here unscathed.
After all, he killed the person with his own hands.
unless……
He exhaled with difficulty, struggled to move his hands and feet, and immediately felt a sharp pain in his wrists—he was being bound by the Immortal Binding Rope.
His dantian was sealed, his spiritual power was suppressed, and his body was soaking wet with water from the Tiantai Pool. He knelt awkwardly below the platform, waiting for interrogation.
Lou Yan suddenly realized something.
This scene seemed familiar, and he could only think of one possibility.
He was reborn.
This was the day before I fell into demonic possession two hundred years ago.
how so……
He had been dead for two hundred years, and his bones should have turned to dust by now. How could he be reborn before he fell into demonic ways?
The branches and leaves of the Endless Tree swayed in the wind, casting a blinding light and shadow. Lou Yan closed his eyes, and sure enough, he heard the voice of Nanyu Mountain in his ears.
"The wicked disciple Lou Yan slaughtered the Merfolk and attempted to place my Eighteen Realms in an unjust place."
"Speak! Who sent you, this treacherous villain? What is your purpose in stirring up discord between the Celestial Realm and the Merfolk?"
The words overlapped, and a heavy snow that had lasted for a century suddenly swept by, mirroring the scene of the previous life.
Lou Yan almost instantly recalled what he had once said—"Who cares to kill that shark?"
"It's fat and big-eared, and it tastes terrible when you swallow it."
Lou Yan once swallowed a shark on this day.
At that time, his cultivation was about to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm. Just then, his master was in seclusion. He was eager to succeed and wanted to give his master a surprise. So he followed the example of the Lu Duan Sect and went to the Tiantai Pool to breathe in spiritual energy.
Unexpectedly, he happened to witness the mermaid that had attracted a ghost and was about to become a demon.
He swallowed the shark whole—that was the beginning of all the trouble.
Lou Yan knelt on the ground, unable to resist clenching his numb fingers.
He looked up.
The boy had jet-black hair, the strands curled slightly, revealing a wheat-colored face with a pair of wicked, sinister eyes that were noticeably pale and sickly.
"Who cares to kill that shark..."
He suddenly stopped, and images from his previous life kept flashing before his eyes.
The Merfolk came to the Eighteen Realms, demanding that Lou Yan pay for their prince's life. Lou Yan was identified as a demon by his master's sword and was thrown into the Heavenly Pool. Several years later, only his skeleton remained.
Lou Yan looked at Nanyu Mountain and immediately changed his words: "If you have the ability, then let Heng Qichun come to see me in person!"
Since rebirth is real, perhaps in this life, I can escape the fate of falling into demonic possession.
At the very least, they shouldn't be thrown into the rooftop pool again, suffering the pain of being bitten and devoured by tens of thousands of sharks.
The disciples gasped in surprise, their eyes flashing with astonishment. Someone immediately stepped forward and shouted, "How dare you! You dare to address the Divine Lord by his name!"
Lou Yan scoffed.
What kind of deity is he? He's nothing but a hypocrite with a sanctimonious facade.
He supported the entire Eighteen Realms with a single divine bone, yet under the guise of protecting all living beings, he kept demon wolves. When the truth could no longer be concealed, they simply pushed him out to take the lead.
Lou Yan knelt on the ground, casually glancing around, a beauty mark under her eye exuding a chill.
Oh.
What's the point of calling him by his name?
I dare to kill him.
A faint lotus fragrance seemed to float in the air. Lou Yan took a deep sniff and looked up at the person above him. "...He's nearby, isn't he?"
"Having committed such a grave mistake, you still have the nerve to mention your master." Nan Yushan looked down at him, his tone icy. "Qichun has devoted himself to protecting all living beings, yet you, this wicked disciple, have maliciously harmed people behind their backs. You might just be some wicked villain from somewhere. Today you have swallowed the young prince of the Merfolk, and the Eighteen Realms will surely give the Merfolk an explanation."
"Guards!" Nan Yushan gestured to his disciples, "Tie him up to the Ascension Platform and interrogate him!"
Immediately, someone stepped forward to tie Lou Yan's arms.
The Immortal Binding Rope, like a slippery snake, climbed and roamed freely on his limbs, its spiritual power spreading outwards, eroding his heart and bones inch by inch.
Lou Yan secretly gathered his strength, and a dull pain faintly came from his dantian.
The sealed dantian was about to burst open, and a large amount of spiritual energy gathered. Lou Yan's wrist gradually tightened, and the Binding Immortal Rope was about to be reduced to dust under such an impact.
"Zheng—"
A melody from a zither drifted over, its waves crashing like giant tidal bores, causing the branches and leaves of the Endless Tree to tremble violently, like a sudden gust of wind.
The people on stage couldn't help but raise their hands to shield their eyes, and when they suddenly heard a loud "bang," they were stunned when they turned around.
Lou Yan had been slammed to the ground by the sound of the zither, his body bent over as he vomited a large amount of black blood.
The binding ropes on his body were broken by the sound of the zither. He pressed his trembling hands against his abdomen and used his shoulder to lean against the jade steps below the Heavenly Pool to raise his head.
The light above was dazzling, and Lou Yan subconsciously squinted, quickly making out the hem of a robe that had stopped in front of him.
Above that was the face he had been chanting for two hundred years.
Heng Qichun, his master.
She was still wearing that light blue robe, and her tired eyes looked down at him with pity for all living beings. Her light-colored eyes were like the water in a pool when the snow first melts, making people feel spring at first glance.
He stood tall and elegant, holding a zither in one hand, his hair loosely tied with a jade hairpin, revealing a head full of white hair.
Lou Yan froze, staring intently at Heng Qichun's hair.
His sinister eyes were tinged with a hint of bloodlust. His thoughts were in turmoil because of Heng Qichun's appearance. Before he could come to a conclusion, his body was suddenly suspended in mid-air.
Heng Qichun put his two fingers together and silently made a hand seal, freezing Lou Yan in mid-air.
A clear voice held a hint of anger: "You can't even break free of the Immortal Binding Rope, yet you dare to openly defy your senior uncle? Do you really not want to live?"
Lou Yan's heart heaved violently.
Everything was so familiar. He could even clearly remember his previous life, when his master held the stringless zither in his hand and used the sound of the zither to transform into sword energy, pointing the sword directly at his heart meridian, causing him to reveal his true nature as a demon wolf in front of everyone in the immortal realm.
—It was my oversight to allow such a demon to join my ranks.
That was the sentence that drove Lou Yan to her death.
He tilted his head and, out of Heng Qichun's sight, grinned at his master.
It's none of your business.
They showed no mercy when they killed me, and now they're putting on airs like some kind of master.
Although he was unwilling to accept it, he secretly gathered a small amount of spiritual power, trying to break through the current restriction.
However, the pain in his lower abdomen intensified, and his throat tasted metallic and sweet, as if he was about to vomit blood again.
Lou Yan realized something, and his face turned gloomy and dejected.
He was indeed reborn, but he didn't bring his cultivation from his previous life with him.
At this moment, he was still just a tiny ant that Heng Qichun could manipulate at will.
Awoo.
Lou Yan screamed wildly in her mind.
The wandering spiritual energy was obediently drawn back into his body. Lou Yan felt a slight pain in his chest, but he still couldn't help but say, "So what? Master never intended for me to live anyway."
He muttered under his breath, "Pretentious..."
Heng Qichun seemed to narrow his eyes for a moment, gently raised his lotus hand seal, and touched the stringless zither in his arms with his fingertips, but he hesitated to make any further move.
Seeing that he remained motionless, Lou Yan opened his mouth, revealing a canine tooth in his mouth, rubbed it against the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, and then grinned at Heng Qichun.
"Did I hit the nail on the head?" Lou Yan raised the corner of her eye playfully, "Then what are you waiting for?"
Lou Yan gently tilted her head back, looking at the ancient, lush, endless tree above her, then closed her eyes. "Heng Qichun, if you have the guts, then kill me."
The imagined excruciating pain did not come; instead, a cacophony of voices rose again, mingling with the "silence" of Nanyu Mountain, making it difficult to discern what they were saying.
The surrounding noise suddenly increased.
Lou Yan: ?
Amidst the gasps of thousands of fellow disciples, he looked up and saw that the stringless zither in Heng Qichun's hand was gone, replaced by a mythical beast cub covered in scales and with a single horn.
Nan Yushan, with his hands behind his back, asked, "Junior brother, what does this mean?"
“This is the young Pixiu that Luduanmen planned to adopt.” Heng Qichun said, holding the Pixiu by the scruff of its neck. “At the time of the incident, it was digging for gold and stones in the back mountain.”
Lou Yan: ? ?
Why is it different from before?
Shouldn't all the blame be placed on him in order to appease the merfolk?
Why……
He had absolutely no recollection of ever seeing this little Pixiu in his previous life.
Lou Yan was overwhelmed with emotion, and his physical and spiritual energy scattered, clashing with the demonic energy of the mermaid. His dantian began to ache again, and he couldn't help but bend over and vomit blood.
The pain blurred most of his senses; all the sounds around him vanished, leaving only his master.
Heng Qichun's voice still sounded like it was filled with a handful of clean snow water.
He heard Heng Qichun say, "The Pixiu saw the mermaid who was about to fall into the demonic path."
"Swallowing a shark alive is a grave offense, but swallowing a demon alive is not. Lou Yan is my disciple, not some evil spirit. I urge you all to see this clearly."
The young Pixiu thrashed about in his arms, opened its mouth full of gold and stone, and made two indistinct cries: "Whoosh whoosh!"
It seems like he's agreeing with Heng Qichun's words.
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
Nan Yushan narrowed his eyes, let out a cold breath, and sneered with his hands behind his back: "The young Pixiu cannot speak. Based solely on Junior Brother's words, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public."
“Then let Yusheng ask.” Heng Qichun glanced at him indifferently, picked up the Pixiu cub, tucked his sleeves and bowed, his tone revealing nothing unusual. “The Luduan Sect is proficient in the language of all beasts, and Yusheng is my senior brother’s disciple, so he will not be biased.”
There is a sect in the Eighteen Realms that is responsible for raising divine beasts. All the disciples of this sect are Gu cultivators. The beast guarding the sect is called Lu Duan, hence the sect is named Lu Duan Sect.
The sect leader, Senior Brother Fu Yusheng, is a direct disciple of Nanyu Mountain.
Heng Qichun's expression was extremely calm. He casually handed the Qilin cub in his hand to the immortal servant beside him, exuding an air of authority without anger. "After you have found out the truth, come back and report."
He glanced at Lou Yan, who was still frozen in mid-air, and said in a light voice, "And you, get over here."
The restraints were lifted, and Lou Yan fell straight to the ground, struggling to get up after several attempts, his elbows hitting the ground.
Even with his head down, he could feel the imposing gaze from the person above him, and instinctively, he shrugged and replied, "Yes."
After saying that, he licked his sharp teeth under Heng Qichun's intense gaze and was forced to add, "Master."
Heng Qichun didn't wait for him and had already started climbing the steps towards Shenxiao Palace.
Lou Yan rubbed his face, ignoring the puzzled or inquisitive looks around him, and jogged after him.
A true man can bend and stretch. If he can get through this hurdle today, he will eventually have a chance to defeat Heng Qichun.
The jade steps leading to the palace were spotless, and with each step, Lou Yan couldn't help but recall her experiences from her previous life.
It's true that I swallowed a live shark, and it's true that I was interrogated by Nanyu Mountain. Everything that happened today overlaps with my previous experiences.
However, Heng Qichun did not kill him.
Lou Yan doesn't understand.
He looked ahead and saw only a faint shadow of Heng Qichun. Endless branches and leaves swayed, and the restless wind stirred up a small, inexplicable emotion in the little wolf's heart.
He hadn't seen his master for far too long.
Two hundred years.
So much so that he couldn't understand it.
In this second life, why did Heng Qichun's hair turn white for no apparent reason?
A note from the author:
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The story has begun! Welcome to this noisy dog training novel! Four chapters today!
This is my first time trying the fantasy genre, so please give it your support! [cheering][cheering][cheering]
My son, Louyan, is currently grinding his teeth, sucking blood, and glaring at me: I am a wolf...
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