Chapter 122 Unwilling to Abandon the Common People My lower abdomen throbbed uncomfortably again...
The rain stuck to the ground, hindering people's steps.
Heng Qichun waded through the water, and when he came out of the corridor, his clothes and hair were already soaked. He did not stop, but went straight up the steps to the platform to meet the person standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.
"Senior brother."
The rain-avoidance talisman formed a barrier that covered them, instantly isolating them from the terrifying rain and fog outside.
"Why not use a talisman to avoid the rain?" Nanyushan asked.
Heng Qichun smiled faintly.
Under the gloomy sky, it was difficult to discern his figure, but his plain robes draped like clouds, and raindrops on his clear face gave him a sense of desolation.
Instead of answering Nan Yushan's question, he avoided the main point and asked, "He didn't make things difficult for my senior brother, did he?"
Nan Yushan snorted coldly, "You wicked disciple, you think you can watch a good show by letting the immortals kill each other? I would not stoop to such a cowardly act."
After he finished speaking, he frowned again, turned his head to look at Heng Qichun, and asked meaningfully, "Why did he suddenly release the person?"
Heng Qichun guiltily looked away.
His lower abdomen twitched uncomfortably twice again. Naturally, he dared not tell his senior brother what he had traded for it, and could only bite the bullet and say, "He...he knows he was wrong."
This doesn't sound like the truth at all.
The sound of raindrops hitting the rain-proof charm was so loud that it almost drowned out the last two syllables of Heng Qichun's words.
Nan Yushan waited for a long time, but his junior brother did not speak again.
The Southern Sect Leader, who had just been tormented by his junior disciple, was so angry that he laughed.
“I’m not so sure,” Nan Yushan asked him. “You personally assured me that Lou Yan would not bring harm to the people, but what has he done now?”
Seeing that Heng Qichun did not respond, he continued to list the items one by one.
"Slaughtering the immortal sects, brutally killing the innocent, abducting young mermaids, capturing divine beasts..."
"He might even imprison you by his side and make you his..."
The last two words were too difficult to say, so Nan Yushan gritted his teeth and continued after a long while, "Although that wicked disciple is a wild wolf, his nature is still kind. I will not refute you on this matter."
"But you must also know! He now has a demonic bone growing in his body. As long as he doesn't turn to ashes, this demonic bone will be passed down from generation to generation."
"At that time, it won't just be Lou Yan." Nan Yushan's voice trembled, and the rain-avoidance talisman shook, letting the raindrops outside pour in.
With a cracking sound, he said, "...and even you yourself, one day you will fall with the fall of the Nine Provinces."
Heng Qichun closed his eyes.
As he watched the rain from the isolated veranda, a myriad of emotions welled up within him, and a dull ache arose in his heart.
"I've seen it."
His words caused Nan Yushan to fall silent for a moment before he frowned and asked with great surprise, "You've seen it before?"
How come you've seen me before?
The tangled rain was blown by the wind and fell obliquely into the rain shelter, wetting the white hair that looked like it was falling from the clouds, making people feel a little surprised in a daze—why does a god have a head full of white hair?
Nanyu Mountain remained silent, only wanting to hear how Heng Qichun would explain.
In the silence, a commotion suddenly arose outside the Abyss of No Form.
"That demon is probably held back by Heng Qichun. His demonic energy is weakening right now. If we take advantage of this moment to charge in, we can definitely take his head!"
"Charge in! Today we will surely wipe out the demons and restore peace to our land!"
The shouts of "Kill!" echoed one after another, greatly boosting morale and reverberating through the valley.
The spiritual energy within the Abyss of No Form stirred, as if someone outside had formed a sword formation.
“They are the cultivators who were just released.” Nan Yushan recognized them. “Lou Yan made people kill each other in the dungeon. This has drawn criticism and I’m afraid it won’t end well.”
Heng Qichun looked in the direction of the sound, a faint worry on his brow, which was wet with rain. "The Nine Netherworld Realms are gathered here. If they want to force their way in, they don't have much of a chance of winning."
Having personally witnessed the destruction of the Nine Provinces, Heng Qichun naturally understood that, given the current situation, the Demon Slaughtering Technique could not change the fate of the other three realms.
The six realms will eventually perish together in the wind and snow.
Before he could react, he heard Nan Yushan's voice in his ear, "Go and take a look."
Heng Qichun remained silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
As he turned around, a torrential downpour swept over the rain-avoidance talisman and drenched his battered robes, which clung to his body, revealing his gaunt figure.
“Abandon Spring.” Nan Yushan called out to him.
He didn't make a rain-avoidance talisman for Heng Qichun. Instead, he stood in the rain, staring intently at his junior brother whom he had cared for since childhood, and asked the same question he had asked at the beginning: "Why didn't you make a rain-avoidance talisman?"
Heng Qichun did not answer.
Nan Yushan paused for a moment, then reached out, brushed aside a small, damp strand of hair on Heng Qichun's neck, and pinched the back of Heng Qichun's neck with his fingers.
He touched the spine at the back of his neck, pressed his fingers heavily on it, and asked for the third time, "Why don't you make a rain-avoidance talisman?"
A slight, tingling pain shot through his spine, causing Heng Qichun to furrow his brow, his Adam's apple bobbing as he let out a suppressed cry of pain.
A muffled groan accompanied by rainwater came from Nanyushan, who withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
The rain that day was as noisy as cicadas in summer, equally annoying.
On the high platform of Wuxiangyuan, the two brothers stood facing each other.
One is a god sitting high on a pedestal in the eyes of the world, and the other is a sect leader who is famous throughout the land.
Nan Yushan's eyes gradually deepened.
He looked at his junior brother in front of him.
Clad in white, with white hair and a clear face, even though his eyes were full of compassion for all living beings, he could still be seen as the stubborn and rebellious child he was when he was young, always trying to break the rules set by his master.
Nan Yushan felt a burning, tingling sensation in the fingers that had touched his junior brother's spine. He became increasingly quiet as he looked at him, until he took a step back.
That white hair was so striking, why did he think that it was perfectly normal for a god who was only a thousand years old to have white hair?
In a flash, an unknown thought crossed my mind, like a slippery fish swimming by.
He caught them and wove them into a subtle, intricate thread concerning the mortal world.
He suddenly realized the reason behind everything that had happened in the past.
The art of dream creation.
Heng Qichun dissected his bones in order to seek a next life, turning his dream into reality.
Moreover, someone had seen through his thoughts and forcibly reversed his perception during the dream, making him feel that Heng Qichun's white hair and sickly body were nothing out of the ordinary.
Nan Yushan suddenly loosened his clenched fingers.
He closed his eyes in pain, refusing to look at his junior brother who was all alone in front of him. When he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse.
After a long pause, he said, "It was Que Zhifeng who created this dream for you."
Nan Yushan asked Heng Qichun many questions today, but this was the only one that didn't fit.
This is an extremely certain sentence.
After a moment, he did not hear Heng Qichun's reply, so he opened his eyes again to look at him.
“Qichun,” Nanyushan said. “All of Quezhifeng’s skills were taught to him by me.”
One pause, “including the method of dream creation.”
Everything under heaven will eventually be revealed.
Heng Qichun lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and he softly hummed in agreement.
In fact, even he himself hadn't figured it out.
Did you have other motives besides wanting to be qualified to "love" someone in this life when you personally severed that divine bone?
Whether the survival of the people to this day is truly unrelated to him or not.
A thunderous roar echoed across the sky for a moment, and the sultry, dreary rain that had been building up for so long poured down, only to be blocked by the ever-growing rain-avoidance talisman in Nanyushan's hand.
Heng Qichun stood in one corner of the talisman array, his extremely pure and holy face hidden under the spiritual light, leaving only a pair of eyes peering at the world.
Those eyes held too much divinity, destined for a tragic end.
After a brief silence, a strange sound suddenly came from outside the Abyss of No Form.
Nan Yushan shook the rain-avoidance talisman in his hand, and rainwater seeped in through the gaps, instantly blurring people's vision.
Sensing the stirring of spiritual energy, Heng Qichun looked up and frowned sharply. "Someone has broken through the barrier of the Abyss of No Form."
Nan Yushan glanced at him, then raised his hand and cast a spirit-detecting spell. His face quickly darkened.
"Something happened to Xiuzhu," he said angrily. "I shouldn't have brought him out."
Heng Qichun had a feeling that this matter was not so simple, but the situation was urgent at the moment. He could not afford to argue, so he just grabbed his senior brother's arm and said, "The righteous people are indignant at this time. If the barrier is broken, it will probably cause a situation of chaos between immortals and demons."
"Senior brother, I'll go take a look."
Nan Yushan thought to himself, "What use would your broken body be if you went there?"
He took a deep breath, looked at Heng Qichun, and said, "Let's go together."
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