Chapter 14 The Old Man's Silken Strokes: Only I am worthy to kill Heng Qichun. ...
The flames gradually dissipated.
The illusion shattered, and the clouds parted to reveal the ancient tree that still stood rooted there, untouched by the flames.
—It's all Lou Yan's memories.
Lou Yan barely regained his senses.
Xu Shengzi was already standing in front of him, dust rising as he muttered something under his breath.
On the other end, Tan Chengyi, like a skeleton, slowly approached under the control of Xu Shengzi's incantation.
The offensive became increasingly apparent.
Lou Yan clenched his fist and raised his hand to stop Tan Chengyi, but he stumbled a step just before he touched him and the man had already disappeared from his sight.
He missed his target and fell straight to the ground.
It's over.
My handsome face is about to be ruined.
Lou Yan was heartbroken and resolved that even as a ghost, he would not let that wicked old Taoist priest go.
Fortunately, there are still people who care about Little Wolf.
At the critical moment, Heng Qichun played a tune on his zither, pulling him back and saving his handsome face from being mangled and bloodied.
Lou Yan lost control of his body and spun around twice before Heng Qichun grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into his arms. The Pixiu cub excitedly rushed up and hugged his neck, crying as if it had lost its parents.
Lou Yan awkwardly withdrew from Heng Qichun's embrace. "Master?"
"Be careful." Heng Qichun didn't look at him, his gaze remained fixed on Tan Chengyi, and said, "Tan Chengyi has been possessed by the resentment of a demon. He has no mind now and only obeys Xu Shengzi."
That's so weird.
Lou Yan looked at Tan Chengyi, who was full of demonic energy and looked like a puppet, and felt a chill run down his spine.
There are clearly no demons here, so why are Tan Chengyi and his mother Tan Wangshi tainted with demonic energy, and why are they controlled by Xu Shengzi?
What exactly does Xushengzi want to do?
The wind grew more turbulent, and Lou Yan sniffed keenly, then his whole body stiffened, and he turned his head to look at Xu Shengzi.
The old Taoist priest's sleeves billowed in the wind, his eyes fixed on Heng Qichun, chanting incessantly. Suddenly, he raised his arm high, and a cloud of mist was drawn in the air by the floating dust.
A talisman ignited in his palm.
Lou Yan was afraid of falling into the spell again, so he immediately calmed his mind, gathered his strength at his fingertips, and slashed out with a burst of spiritual energy.
However, in the next instant, the talisman in Xu Shengzi's palm rose up with flames, forming a huge fire ring in the air, which swallowed the spiritual power of Lou Yan's attack and reflected it out at an even faster speed.
Lou Yan had no time to react and was slammed to the ground by his own spiritual power, a sharp, throbbing pain shooting through his chest.
He propped himself up on his elbows and lifted his head. His slightly curly braids slid down his neck, revealing a beauty mark at the corner of his eye and his unusually sinister eyes.
Having been ambushed repeatedly, he could no longer remain calm.
Heng Qichun could almost hear the sound of him grinding his teeth.
"Lou Yan!" Heng Qichun stopped him. "Don't act rashly."
He plucked the stringless zither, and thousands of strings flew through the air, surrounding Lou Yan.
Heng Qichun squinted and recognized the seal script on the talisman in Xu Shengzi's hand—"That's a backlash talisman."
Lou Yan was startled, and the unbearable pain in his chest seemed to respond.
He looked at the burning talisman, his fingers pressing against his chest tightening, forcefully suppressing his burgeoning desire for revenge.
He never imagined that after lingering for so long, the old Taoist priest would actually use his finger blood to condense a backlash talisman.
Using a forceful attack will only result in a more severe backlash.
But if we don't take action, wouldn't we be sitting and waiting to die?
The situation appears to have reached a stalemate.
Lou Yan spared his worn-out teeth and tried hard to recall—if it were her past self, what should she have done at this moment?
Should he summon his demons to kill people, or simply slaughter all the Taoist priests in the world?
A moment later, he tilted his head and looked at Heng Qichun, "Master, what should we do!"
Heng Qichun did not answer, but bent down to check Lou Yan's injuries.
The pale spiritual energy flowed into his heart meridian through his fingertips, and Lou Yan groaned, his limbs and bones relaxing.
"Stay here and don't move," Heng Qichun instructed him, then stood up, holding his zither in one hand, and looked at Xu Shengzi in the distance with his sleeves rolled up.
“Master Xusheng,” he asked, “we have no grudge against you, so why are you so relentless in your pursuit of us?”
Xu Shengzi was enveloped in a cloud of smoke, his face pale and his eyes half-closed. He manipulated the strange and unpredictable backlash talisman with one hand while chanting incantations.
The fire grew larger and larger, almost turning this entire area into its devouring arena.
“Fate is sealed.” After a long while, his voice finally came from the talisman array. “The Tan Chengyi family is destined for a great calamity. If the Immortal Lord tries to interfere in this matter, it will only bring greater disaster to Huatan Town.”
"This humble Taoist advises the Immortal Lord... to stop as soon as possible."
"Old Taoist priest..." Lou Yan gritted his teeth angrily, but his legs went weak when he tried to stand up. He could only kneel on the ground and curse through choked sobs, "The essence of a Taoist is to follow the heart. Since you have chosen this path, what kind of person are you if you don't care about the lives of ordinary people!"
"You clearly have the ability but choose to stand by and do nothing. If you ask me, you are even more disgusting than that beastly old man from the Tan family."
These were the words Heng Qichun had used to admonish him.
Wolves are very good at learning and applying what they've learned.
Xu Shengzi stared at him intently, then suddenly raised his hand, and a wisp of dust swept past the backlash curse and struck him fiercely.
"What do you know!"
A spark streaked across the sky, pointing directly at Heng Qichun's face.
Lou Yan stared blankly, unable to grasp Xu Shengzi's intentions.
It's just a flick of the wrist, what kind of move is that?
With Heng Qichun's divine power, he could turn it into nothingness with just a gentle pluck of the strings.
That's ridiculous.
But the next moment, Lou Yan's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and the firelight reflected in his eyes. He couldn't even blink.
Xu Shengzi's attack was not aimed at Heng Qichun at all.
The sparks circled in the air, successfully bypassing the talisman that would cause backlash, and then continued to affect Tan Chengyi.
Tan Chengyi moved like a puppet, his demonic energy surging with the firelight, leaving nothing but desolation in his wake.
—The target is Louyan.
The burning sensation returned.
Lou Yan instinctively tightened his fingers, trying to gather his spiritual energy to resist the attack, but a dense, throbbing pain shot through his chest.
Heng Qichun's spiritual energy was still running rampant within his body, causing his meridians to become chaotic and showing signs of becoming uncontrollable.
what to do!
Lou Yan looked up and saw the face of Xu Shengzi, who was determined to take his life, hidden between the mist and flames. The talisman was about to burn out, the strings of the stringless zither surrounded him, and Tan Chengyi was only a hair's breadth away from him.
Lou Yan closed his eyes.
Oh shit!
My face is going to be ruined again!
Suddenly I heard a muffled groan.
Lou Yan felt a weight on his chest, followed by a cold body pressing down on him, blocking the fatal blow and causing them to fall to the ground together.
Lou Yan's chest heaved, and his throat tasted metallic, but he stubbornly refused to open his eyes.
It's all too familiar.
The fragrance of lotus blossoms spread wildly through Lou Yan's nostrils, and the rich aroma unconsciously reminded him of his previous life—the scene where Heng Qichun dissipated his cultivation in front of him.
It also has that same strong, irritating flavor.
He trembled all over and instinctively pulled the person who had taken the blow for him into his arms, his palms warm.
He opened his eyes and saw Heng Qichun vomiting blood with his eyes closed. His plain robes were stained with blood, and his back was covered in a mottled mess.
"Master..."
Even knowing who saved him, Lou Yan was still stunned on the spot.
Why……
He showed no mercy when he killed him in his previous life, but now he spares his life time and time again.
Why is it that the person who saves him once or twice is the one he hates the most?
That was clearly hatred!
"Tick-tock".
Lou Yan was startled awake by the strange sound. Her ears twitched, and she looked in the direction of the sound—
Heng Qichun's face was deathly pale, like a tattered piece of spring paper soaked in spring water. Thick, scarlet blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, running down his thin lips.
"Tick-tock".
Like water dripping on a stone, it seemed determined to tear Lou Yan's heart in two.
He wrapped one arm around Heng Qichun's swaying body, forced himself to take a breath, and slowly stood up from the ground.
The spiritual energy surged, his eyes turned crimson, and the spiritual energy gathered in his palms increased.
He reached out his hand to Tan Chengyi.
Only I am worthy to kill Heng Qichun.
Who do you think you are?
"Bang!"
The impact of the spiritual energy sent Tan Chengyi flying like a piece of rotten wood, crashing into the trunk of the ancient tree.
The curled branches and leaves rubbed and vibrated together, making a chilling "rustling" sound.
Lou Yan turned to look at Xu Shengzi.
The backlash talisman had been completely burned away. Xu Shengzi, holding a whisk, stood amidst a cloud of mist, calmly watching them.
"Old Taoist priest," Lou Yan asked him, "have you decided how you want to die?"
Xu Shengzi lightly raised his whisk, his murderous intent vanished, and said in a slow voice, "This humble Taoist advises the two immortal lords to leave Huatan Town as soon as possible."
"Shut the fuck up!" Lou Yan cursed, and immediately lunged forward to tear at his neck.
Just as he was about to lift his leg, the Pixiu cub came running over and hugged his ankle, calling out earnestly, "Whoosh!!"
Look at your master!
Lou Yan paused, then turned his head to look over. He saw Heng Qichun struggling to open his eyes, gently holding Lou Yan's arm with one hand, and saying in a hoarse voice, "...Little Wolf."
"Don't kill him."
Little wolf.
Don't kill him.
Lou Yan never considered himself an obedient wolf, but most of the time he would obey Heng Qichun's orders without any reason.
Difficult to control oneself.
He might be a scoundrel. Lou Yan thought.
When Lou Yan withdrew his hand, Heng Qichun had already managed to pull back his stringless zither. The music was chaotic and arrhythmic, echoing throughout the streets and alleys.
A sudden flash of inspiration caused everything before my eyes to blur.
A moment later, the music faded away, and the dazzling light vanished into nothingness.
As the sun began to set, it was already evening in Huatan Town.
Xu Shengzi strode forward, where the ground was covered with withered leaves, and the two people and the beast had long since disappeared.
Only the emaciated Tan Chengyi remained, leaning against that ancient tree.
Xu Shengzi put two fingers together, and a puppet talisman flew out from his sleeve and landed on Tan Chengyi's forehead.
"come over."
Tan Chengyi opened his eyes, twisted his neck, then moved his stiff limbs and walked over with strange steps.
Xu Shengzi was slightly taller than him, and bent down to look at him as he approached.
"Village head," he asked a puppet, "did you ever imagine this day would come?"
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