Chapter 48 Tianshan Snow's Soliloquy! But the wolf has already lost face big time...
The first snowflake fluttered down in the still of the third watch of the night.
The entire realm was silent, except for the Lu Duan Gate, which remained brightly lit.
Wei Xiuzhu was bent over his desk, meticulously recording the monsters he had captured. As he stood up, he rubbed his tired eyes and suddenly noticed the swirling snowflakes outside.
He pushed open the window, looked at the silvery-white sky outside, and his eyes suddenly dimmed.
"It's snowing..." he murmured, the joy in his eyes quickly replaced by countless worries, "I wonder if my senior brother, all alone out there, will suffer from the cold..."
The sound drifted among the snowflakes, then fell silently again—no one cared about his longing.
A cold wind blew, causing the unfallen snowflakes to swirl and bounce back and forth on the massive Endless Tree before finally settling in front of the Divine Firmament Palace.
Only a faint lamp remained in Shenxiao Palace.
A gray wolf cub sat pitifully cross-legged under the lamp, its eyes red-rimmed, its injured left paw tightly tucked under its body.
As if he had suffered some great injustice, his low sobs could be heard in the quiet room.
It wasn't obvious; from a distance, it still looked as unruly and arrogant as ever, with only its back occasionally twitching, causing the curly hair on its back to tremble slightly.
This was the scene that Heng Qichun saw when he pushed open the door.
He let out a soft breath, piled the bunch of bottles and jars he was carrying on a low table to the side, and squatted down to look at the arrogant and unresponsive wolf cub.
"Have you made enough of a ruckus?" the deity asked.
Lou Yan's eyes reddened even more, and he made a move to bare his teeth at Heng Qichun, but when he caught sight of the small porcelain bottle in his master's hand, he silently closed his mouth.
He grunted, forcing himself not to look at Heng Qichun, while simultaneously clutching his injured paw even tighter.
Wolf cubs are prone to tantrums and acting spoiled when they're young, and I don't want them to revert to their original form now that they're all grown up. I still can't shake this habit.
Heng Qichun tapped his index finger twice on the ground in front of Lou Yan, and two crisp sounds immediately rang out from the jade-like glazed bricks.
"Stretch it out," Heng Qichun said, amidst the wolf cub's evasive gaze.
Lou Yan's eyes darted around rapidly, as if he were making a final, silent struggle.
Heng Qichun seemed a little angry. Logically, he should have instinctively stretched out his paws so that he could apply the medicine, but what if he just refused?
It's a long story. It was the first time he went up the mountain to listen to lectures with his fellow disciples after he had just become Heng Qichun's disciple.
He was tricked by Fu Yusheng that very day.
Looking back now, it's highly likely that the cunning snake recognized him as a wolf demon at first glance, which is why it tricked him into saying many "praises" of the evil spirit in front of Nanyu Mountain.
Nan Yushan immediately gave him a good scolding.
He was furious and fought with Fu Yusheng in front of Nan Yushan and his fellow disciples, but he was too weak in spiritual power to defeat him and returned with a body full of injuries.
He didn't know how Nanyu Mountain punished Fuyu afterward, but he was beaten quite a bit that night for refusing to let his master apply the medicine.
Heng Qichun didn't use his spiritual power that day, but slapped him through his pants, making the little wolf tearfully and obediently extend his injured arm so that his master could apply medicine. But it was still a case of adding insult to injury.
Lou Yan was never one to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit.
Recalling the scene of being beaten red-faced back then, he decisively ground his back teeth and, as if "bearing a heavy burden of humiliation," extended his injured front paw.
A day later, the wound from which he had cut himself had clotted and scabbed over, and the injury was hidden under the slightly curled wolf fur, so that it was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.
But when Heng Qichun gently parted the fur with his fingers, he couldn't help but retract his paw.
Lou Yan saw Heng Qichun take out a porcelain bottle, pour out some milky white ointment and melt it in his palm, and heard him say, "This is a new elixir developed by the Medicine Sect. It is said to have miraculous effects on skin and flesh injuries."
He opened his palm and held it out to Lou Yan, patiently asking for Xiao Lang's opinion, "Want to give it a try?"
The wolf's head shook like a rattle drum.
He glanced at the handful of ointment mixed with spiritual energy in Heng Qichun's palm, and felt that such a good thing could never happen to him. Besides, the wound on his claws was almost healed, so why would he need such a precious spiritual medicine?
This is very likely because the Medicine Sect bribed Heng Qichun to use him for experiments after he was injured!
Hypocritical.
That's absolutely insidious!
Tch—Lou Yan stared at the clump of ointment, increasingly unwilling to think the best of people.
Heng Qichun strongly suspected that the Qin mirror had some kind of "intelligence-reducing" effect.
How did this usually clever little wolf cub turn into such a dull and silly creature after looking in that mirror?
Heng Qichun sighed softly, made a hand seal to clamp the little wolf's injured paw, rubbed the ointment evenly, and was about to apply it.
Lou Yan was startled by his actions.
The little wolf hurriedly tried to retract his paw, but the God's casual incantation could counteract his entire life. He could only watch helplessly as the pale white fingers played with his curly fur, revealing the scabbed wound.
A piece of flesh was almost ripped away; although it has scabbed over, it is still a very serious wound.
Heng Qichun did not inquire about how the wound came about, but he had seen the demon in the Yi Emperor's Mausoleum. With his knowledge, he could easily figure it out with a little thought. He did not ask simply to save face for Lou Yan.
Awooo! But the wolf has already lost face big time!
Lou Yan roared inwardly.
"Don't move." Heng Qichun's expression remained unchanged, but he slightly tightened his grip on the wolf's claws.
His fingertips were cool as he applied a sliver of icy ointment to Lou Yan's wound. At first, the cool sensation was quite comforting, but after a short while, Lou Yan's expression suddenly changed.
A burning pain assaulted his entire arm, and in an instant, his meridians throbbed with agony. This sensation seemed to pull him back to the bottom of the rooftop pool years ago.
Lou Yan was in pain and scared, watching helplessly as her fingers and toes curled and spasmed from the intense pain, unable to exert any strength at all.
He became increasingly convinced that he had been tricked by the Medicine Sect, and immediately couldn't help but stretch his neck and let out a long shout.
"Awooo—"
Half of the birds roosting outside Shenxiao Palace were startled and flew away.
Heng Qichun clicked his tongue and casually used a spell to stop Lou Yan's roar, "You're yelling again."
Lou Yan, mouth agape: ? ? ?
He made a gurgling sound in his throat and tried to whimper twice, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.
It's that feeling of being unable to speak again.
Mute the sound.
He had survived two lifetimes, even escaping the Heavenly Pool, but he still couldn't escape his master's Silence Technique.
Awoo!
Lou Yan angrily opened his mouth and took a big bite of the air.
Heng Qichun noticed his reaction and frowned slightly. Looking at the wolf cub's trembling paws, he asked in confusion, "Does it hurt that much?"
He should have kept quiet. The moment he asked the question, Lou Yan felt a burning sensation in his arm, and his eyes immediately turned bloodshot.
Unable to make a sound, he could only curl up, his slightly curly wolf fur trembling with the movement, looking as if he were in great pain.
The little wolf, who looked fierce and menacing, was now curled up in such a fluffy ball. Heng Qichun had no reason not to feel sorry for him.
He pushed away the bottles and jars that smelled of medicine, wiped the remaining ointment from his palms and fingertips, silently recited the incantation to release Lou Yan from silence, and then gently patted Lou Yan's back.
The deity, having lived alone for over a thousand years and never once coaxed anyone, racked his brains for a long time before finally stroking Lou Yan's back and gently coaxing, "Don't be so dramatic~"
As soon as he said it, he felt it was too stiff.
Lou Yan opened his mouth, letting out a very soft groan, then angrily turned his head away.
The still-painful claws withdrew, refusing to let Heng Qichun touch them again.
The master and disciple had been bickering for two lifetimes, and this time Heng Qichun had really angered the little wolf.
The severity was second only to the time in his previous life when he personally pushed Lou Yan into the Tiantai Pond to "bring him to justice".
Lou Yan decided that she would not pay any more attention to Heng Qichun until she transformed into human form.
The next morning, the mountains were covered in snow.
The mountains were all white, and the eaves and bases of buildings were buried under the thick snow, creating a scene of magnificent palaces and pavilions. The disciples who had risen early to cultivate walked quickly with their bodies bent, afraid of freezing to death in this first snow of the winter.
A chill crept in through the cracks in the window, enveloping the room in a cold, oppressive atmosphere.
The snow is still falling outside, seemingly without end.
When Heng Qichun got up early to meditate, he didn't see Lou Yan. The entire Eighteen Realms was quiet, which was unlike Xiao Lang's usual style.
He sat on the lotus platform for half an hour, but still couldn't put his mind at ease, so he got up and went down the corridor to the bedroom under the eaves.
The wind and snow were much stronger than he had imagined; in just a few steps, half of his robe sleeves were soaked.
Heng Qichun made a hand gesture to brush away the snowflakes covering his body, stood quietly in front of the door for a moment, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.
"Lou Yan?"
There was no response.
It was quiet inside; it seemed like no one was there.
Heng Qichun suddenly remembered that the wolf cub had run off to the back mountain alone before, and couldn't help but feel worried.
There's nothing else to worry about, but I'm afraid that if it runs out and encounters its senior brothers or other elders in the sect, it might be recognized.
If others were to find out that he was a wolf in disguise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to protect him.
Heng Qichun took a breath, fully prepared for the possibility that Lou Yan wouldn't be in the room, and simply pushed open the door.
The scene before him infuriated him.
The room, which was originally half an acre in size, was now a mess. Tables and chairs were overturned, beds were in disarray, all the bedding and blankets were overturned on the floor, and every piece of clothing had a hole torn in it.
It looked like it had been completely looted.
Heng Qichun silently clenched his fist, his hand hidden in his sleeve. He held back for a moment, but finally spoke sharply: "Lou Yan."
"Get out here and show yourself!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a faint rustling sound came from the wardrobe in the corner, and then a wolf cub with a mouthful of clothes poked its head out.
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Author's Note: Wolves are extremely destructive! [Sprinkling flowers]
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