Chapter 101 I am Heng Qichun "We male wolves would never do that kind of thing..."
Lou Yan ran out in a panic, and getting dressed at the last moment was the last shred of his sanity.
Outside Shenxiao Palace, wind and rain raged.
The raindrops, as big as beans, rolled impatiently down the treetops and eaves like beads from a broken string, making a cracking sound as they hit the ground.
Lou Yan waded through the puddle and ran towards the distant place where thunder roared.
"Yanyan!" someone called out urgently.
Lou Yan had already identified the owner of the voice by its timbre. He had no intention of stopping and pushed away the person blocking his way.
The next instant, a binding rope firmly bound his upper body.
Lou Yan struggled violently, the muscles on his upper arms were dented by the binding rope, and blood gradually seeped out from between the fabric.
He clenched his teeth tightly, finally deigning to give the person in front of him a look, "Let go!"
Fu Yusheng held tightly to the other end of the Immortal Binding Rope, unmoved by what he heard.
Unless a disciple has committed a grave error, the Immortal Binding Rope is rarely used in the immortal sects, because the more one struggles, the tighter the rope will bind them, and in severe cases, the rope may even strangle their hands and feet.
Seeing that Lou Yan showed no sign of giving up the struggle, Fu Yusheng sighed and withdrew his magic technique when blood was drawn from Lou Yan's upper arm.
A binding rope was put back into his sleeve, and Lou Yan regained his freedom. He showed no intention of fighting him at all and turned to run back in the direction he had come from.
"Have you thought this through?" Fu Yusheng had no choice but to lower his voice. "That's a demon's tribulation lightning. With your current cultivation level, just one strike would be enough to obliterate your soul!"
Lou Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and she turned her head to look at him with heavy breathing. Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.
He wasn't unaware.
Of all the beings in the Six Realms, only demons and evil spirits must undergo tribulation lightning. Therefore, demons who cultivate into human form will cultivate with all their might, just so that they can withstand their tribulation lightning for a little longer when it arrives.
Even clam spirits like Xi Niang and her father had to absorb spiritual energy in Hezizhou before they could hope to survive the tribulation. However, his cultivation in this life had not improved since his rebirth.
Whether they can survive the tribulation is hard to say.
The heavy rain quickly soaked Lou Yan's clothes, her slightly curly hair clung to her skin, and even her eyelashes were damp with each blink.
Then, a muffled rumble of thunder sounded again.
After an unknown amount of time, Lou Yan stared at the white light streaking across the clouds in the distance and suddenly asked, "Have you ever been subjected to a lightning tribulation?"
Fu Yusheng was speechless for a moment, "No."
"Why?"
Fu Yusheng smiled, as if answering a trivial question, "Because I am an outcast of the snake clan, my name is not on the demon register."
Lou Yan paused for a moment, then instantly connected all the details related to Fu Yusheng.
No wonder he was able to hide in the Eighteen Realms for so many years without being discovered; it turns out he had long since lost his identity as a demon.
It is likely that Qin Jing's appearance caused chaos in the demon realm, which is why the snake clan frantically began searching for this fellow human they had long abandoned.
Lou Yan didn't press further, but simply turned her head away, her tone full of sarcasm, "What if one day your tribulation lightning strikes, and Wei Xiuzhu takes it for you?"
“What are you saying? He’s just a kid…” Fu Yusheng’s expression suddenly changed halfway through his sentence. He looked in the direction Lou Yan was staring at and asked incredulously, “Yan Yan?”
Lou Yan knew what he was asking, gave a muffled "hmm," and then strode forward.
Only one sentence remained, drifting in the drizzle: "We male wolves would never do such a thing as abandoning our wives and children."
This word was used in a very inappropriate way, but Fu Yusheng, who was also a demon, understood it.
The person who was going to shield him from the lightning tribulation was his master.
He admired his master.
The sky was completely dark, with only the occasional bursts of lightning gathering and accumulating among the clouds illuminating the area.
The photo shows a large crowd of people.
The rain continued for a day, and most of the cultivators from various sects who had attended the banquet yesterday had not yet left. However, they all gathered in front of the Tianyin Hall.
The rain lingered, and thunder rumbled. They each formed rain-avoidance talismans and stood below the high platform. Amidst the pattering rain, countless astonished whispers filled the air.
"That's tribulation lightning? Whose tribulation lightning...?"
"I fear that some evil spirits may be lurking within the Eighteen Realms!"
"Among the eighteen realms, there is a Lu Duan Gate that specializes in raising all kinds of divine beasts and strange creatures. Could it be that their tribulation is approaching, thus attracting this lightning tribulation?"
"Impossible." It was Sect Leader Chu who spoke. He looked up and stared at the incredibly turbulent tribulation lightning in the sky. He said in a deep voice, "The demonic beasts raised by the Luduan Sect are suppressed by divine beasts such as the Chongming Bird. Even if they are to undergo tribulation lightning, it is impossible for it to be lightning like this."
“Look—” he raised his hand, pointing to the sky, “This tribulation lightning is a once-in-a-century event, it seems determined to strike that person to death!”
Everyone looked up in the direction he was pointing and saw the tribulation lightning swirling and gathering in the air, as if searching for its target.
"Look!" someone suddenly shouted, "Isn't that the God Lord!"
Beneath the eaves of the Heavenly Sound Palace, Heng Qichun stood alone.
His plain robe was soaked by the rain, and the fabric at the hem clung to his boots, giving him a casual yet solemn air.
While the immortals were besieging a place trying to figure out the source of this tribulation lightning, he stood there watching for a long time.
From the branches and leaves of the Endless Tree, one can see the torrential rain curtain; from the continuous raindrops, one can see the rolling clouds of the night sky; and then one can see the lightning bolt about to strike.
Those eyes, like spring water, gently lifted, seemingly carrying a resolute compassion for all living beings.
He formed a lotus hand seal with his fingertips, and a surge of divine energy was quietly gathering, drawing the lingering tribulation lightning from the sky directly above him.
"Heng Qichun!" Nan Yushan's voice rang out from behind, followed by his hurried footsteps.
He paid no attention to the immortals gathered below the stage; his gaze was fixed on the immortal incantation at Heng Qichun's fingertips and the tribulation lightning above.
Based on his understanding of his junior brother whom he had personally looked after, he realized almost instantly what Heng Qichun was planning to do, and his expression changed drastically.
"Whose tribulation lightning are you drawing? Whose tribulation lightning are you trying to shield for?"
Heng Qichun did not answer him, but continued to concentrate on making hand seals, gradually attracting the lightning bolt.
That profile, exposed to the view of Nanyu Mountain, revealed a hint of stubbornness amidst its desolation.
Nan Yushan was startled.
How long has it been since he's seen a junior brother like this?
Upon closer reflection, it seems that almost from the day his grandmaster passed away, Heng Qichun transformed into a deity who never showed his emotions and was solely concerned with the well-being of the people and the greater good of the immortal path.
That's naturally what they hope he will become.
But for some reason, he found Heng Qichun's unmoved demeanor very familiar.
It seems that when Lou Yansheng committed the grave mistake of swallowing the shark, he also acted as if he wanted to take all the blame for him.
In a flash, a strange suspicion arose, and Nan Yushan asked in as low a voice as possible, "Is that wicked disciple a demon?"
Heng Qichun did not answer immediately.
He stood sideways under the eaves, his lotus incantation still in effect, water-colored spiritual energy cascading out with the surging fragrance of lotus blossoms, drawing the thunderbolt from the horizon to the top of the Heavenly Terrace Pool, inch by inch.
The immortals looked terrified, and their speculations piled up one after another. Almost unanimously, they thought of the old story from over a thousand years ago when Elder Hengyang protected his disciple.
"Could it be that the God is also taking the punishment for his disciple?"
He heard such speculation emerging among the crowd.
Heng Qichun chuckled very softly, his face pale and hazy, shrouded in the fragrance of lotus blossoms. For a moment, he seemed very close to the heavens and very far from people.
“Many years ago, he picked him up from the back mountain.” Nanyushan heard him speak softly, as if reminiscing, “He was lying in my arms, barely alive, but he mustered all his strength to lick my fingers.”
Heng Qichun paused, then suddenly turned his head to look at Nanyu Mountain, his expression full of earnestness and sincerity, "Senior brother, I haven't touched such a warm person in many years."
"Later I thought, since he has become my disciple, I will do everything in my power to protect him."
Nan Yushan choked, his unease growing ever stronger. He stared at the lotus hand seal at Heng Qichun's fingertips, and managed to whisper, "Do you know what would happen if one day..."
Heng Qichun said, "If one day his demonic form is revealed and he is no longer tolerated by the immortals, then I will search high and low, even if I have to abandon my divine bones and seek him in the netherworld, I will not abandon him."
"Are you insane!" Nan Yushan was about to jump up, shouting urgently, "Do you even remember who you are?!"
There was no response.
Thick, dark clouds almost completely obscured the entire Eighteen Realms, leaving everything pitch black except for the sundial in the Heavenly Sound Palace, which kept moving.
The gnomon cast its shadow, moving inch by inch over those intricate seal characters.
It's almost midnight.
The lightning bolts were already poised to strike an inch below.
On the high platform outside the Tianyin Hall, the jade bricks were struck by lightning, shattering into pieces with a clamor that echoed terrifyingly in the silent night sky.
The immortal cultivators, who had gathered in a circle, took a step back in fear, exposing the shattered bricks on the platform to their view.
Another scream rang out.
"How is this kind of tribulation lightning any different from divine punishment!"
"Even a god wouldn't be so easy to withstand..."
"Who on earth committed such a heinous crime!"
Fearful speculation mingled with the rapid raindrops, and soon their words became indistinguishable, leaving only the mournful sound of rain and heavy thunder.
Not far away, an anxious figure braved the rain and was blocked from entering the crowd. After only a moment's pause, he desperately pushed his way through the crowd and squeezed in.
Heng Qichun quickly looked away.
After a long while, Nanyushan heard him speak again, this time answering the previous question.
"I am Heng Qichun."
"It was a discarded pawn left behind in the human world before the gods were martyred and their entire race perished."
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