Chapter 113 Who came up with this insidious scheme of feigned insincerity and flattery...?
"Split it a little further."
"What are you doing! Lie down!"
"Lou Yan... open your eyes!"
Lou Yan lay flat on the bed, his lower robe removed, and his skin, exposed to the air, broke out in a dense layer of small goosebumps.
His chest heaved rapidly, and he gripped the bedsheets tightly beside him uncontrollably. He was clearly about to give up, but he had no choice but to obey Heng Qichun's words—to open his eyes.
Sweat beaded on his fierce wolf eyes, making them appear shimmering and brimming like a pool of sorrowful water.
He strained to open his eyes wide, trying to see Heng Qichun clearly through his tears.
Heng Qichun was sitting on his lap.
The stringless zither was summoned, its strings suspended above the bed beam. He gripped one end of the string with one hand and placed the other on Lou Yan's heaving chest.
He hadn't taken off his clothes, so the extent of his nakedness couldn't be clearly seen, but Lou Yan could clearly sense it—
A dense spider web wrapped around the bamboo shoots after the rain, tightly binding and tightening, opening and closing inch by inch in the fine rain.
Poised to launch.
"Are you all open?" Heng Qichun asked him.
Lou Yan nodded hurriedly, forcing her upturned eyes to widen and swell, "Open, open them properly..."
Heng Qichun didn't speak, but let out a suppressed groan of impatience.
After a breath, he gripped the string hanging in the air tightly, then bent his knees and spun around suddenly.
"ah!!!"
Lou Yan immediately let out a cry of surprise. The entire bamboo shoot trembled like a startled bird, condensing into a dense raindrop that struggled to seep into the soil.
It took him a long time to feel his heart start beating again. Then, he struggled to reach out and grab Heng Qichun's hand, which was pressed against his chest. He then reached up and grasped Heng Qichun's wrist, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Master! Master! Ah!!"
It won't work.
He now had only one impulse: to rush into the dungeon and chop the corpses of those bastards from the Hehuan Sect into eight hundred pieces.
Who on earth came up with this weird pose...?
Perhaps his call was too earnest, for Heng Qichun indeed stopped what he was doing, looked down at him with amusement, and asked, "What, do you remember I'm your master now?"
Such things always torment both people. Lou Yan has already begged for mercy to this extent, so naturally he is not having an easy time either.
His once clear and gentle face was now covered with beads of sweat, his lips were slightly parted, and his head of white hair was tangled together in a mess. Only his gaze toward Lou Yan remained remarkably calm.
Seeing that Lou Yan couldn't do anything other than panting, Heng Qichun reached out and brushed away the sweaty, sticky hair from his forehead.
“Master is teaching you,” he said breathlessly. “This is the first volume of the ‘Hehuan Chronicle.’ There’s a second volume, which is taught with the mouth…”
As the last word fell, Lou Yan's eyes widened suddenly again.
As Heng Qichun put away the stringless zither, he slowly got up from the bed with one hand, then knelt on the bed, leaned towards him, and made as if to open his mouth.
Lou Yan shuddered, his anger rising to the sky. He didn't know what kind of incantation he was chanting or what strange hand seals he was forming. In short, the bed was filled with bizarre lights and golden flashes, and demonic energy surged up in wisps.
His vision was blocked for a moment, and when Heng Qichun came to his senses again, he saw that the wolf cub had already transformed into its original form, jumped off the bed with a "whoosh," and then darted away without looking back.
The vast demon palace fell silent in an instant.
After a long while, Heng Qichun could barely hear a breath from himself. He withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to the bed beneath him.
The animal hide rug was covered with glistening water droplets, like a sudden spring tide that arrives late in the sweltering heat of summer.
It is difficult to discern the time in the Abyss of No Form, but one can vaguely glimpse the sky outside through the window lattice.
It's past 1:00 AM.
The quietest time for demons.
Heng Qichun looked again at the palace door that Lou Yan hadn't had time to close when she fled in a panic, confirming that the wolf cub wouldn't be crawling back anytime soon.
He quickly composed himself, knelt down on the couch and got up, putting on the clothes piled up to his knees one by one, before slipping out of the palace gate.
Having been in the Abyss of No Form for several days, he had been following Lou Yan's instructions to stay in the Demon Palace and read those tattered books, and had not yet had time to figure out the layout of this place.
Fortunately, the tiger demon under Lou Yan's command was not very bright and had already revealed the general information he wanted to know when it entered the palace to report yesterday.
The tiger demon said yesterday—Demon Lord! The Taoist priest in the dungeon is dead! The entire southwest of the Abyss of No Form is filled with a stench!
Southwest, the dungeon.
Heng Qichun followed the direction and came over. Before he even got close, he raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and his brows furrowed.
It did have a flavor, but it wasn't quite what he had imagined.
It wasn't the stench of a corpse; rather, it smelled like a foul stench, a mixture of countless demonic and malevolent energies piled up together.
Perhaps because the smell was so unpleasant, there were no demons guarding the place, so Heng Qichun went into the dungeon through the entrance.
Further in is a long stone path.
Heng Qichun was walking slowly when a sudden pain shot through his lower abdomen from the surging demonic energy. He had no choice but to stop and raise his hand to cast a magic spell to resist it.
They went too far.
The delicate fragrance of lotus blossoms wafted from his fingertips, finally calming him down somewhat. Heng Qichun's face paled, and after a few moments, he continued walking down the stone steps in front of him.
The scene that came into view made his eyes widen in surprise.
Corpse Mountain.
Countless cultivators' corpses were piled up at the bottom of the dungeon. Only when he got closer could Heng Qichun see that this place was actually a water dungeon.
Hundreds and thousands of corpses were piled up in the water, skin touching skin, clothes torn, blood flowing like a river.
It was a far more terrifying scene than what was seen in the Guanwuyin.
His burning lower abdomen cramped again, and a layer of fine sweat broke out on his forehead.
The wolf cub's demonic energy was too heavy. At this moment, everything was inside his body, repelling the divine energy within him and causing his dantian to ache frequently.
Heng Qichun pursed his lips, endured the burning pain, squatted down, and reached out towards the corpse of Xu Shengzi at the top.
Spiritual energy flickered at his fingertips, and a spirit-detecting incantation was already formed.
Suddenly, a clear sound of footsteps came from behind.
"Click, click."
Heng Qichun froze, forced to withdraw his hand, and turned around to stand up, enduring the burning gaze behind him.
Lou Yan stood right behind him.
Several will-o'-the-wisps gathered on one side, their light illuminating the broad and tall figure of the young man.
Her neatly braided hair hung down her neck, making her face appear exceptionally pale and gloomy. Only the beauty mark at the corner of her eye shone brightly and intently, like a third eye fixed on Heng Qichun.
Lou Yan stood with his arms crossed, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. "So, Master was working so hard in bed to make me lower my guard so I could investigate their cause of death."
He pointed forward with two fingers together, and a wisp of demonic energy landed on the pile of corpses. The black mist enveloped the hundreds of people, and their exposed skin was instantly corroded, rotting, and then revealing their bare bones.
Heng Qichun remained silent, watching the scene unfold before him, and finally closed his eyes in resignation.
The next instant, a warm hand gripped his chin.
A wisp of demonic energy that hadn't yet been withdrawn flowed from Lou Yan's fingertips into Heng Qichun's mouth. He immediately felt a burning sensation between his lips and teeth, as if they were being ground by burning coals. Heng Qichun had no choice but to open his eyes and meet Lou Yan's gaze with reddened eyes.
Lou Yan withdrew the demon-controlling spell and chuckled, "Tsk, Master's spiritual power has deteriorated to this extent."
Nonsense, those two lightning tribulations weren't just for show.
Heng Qichun swallowed, raised her eyes and asked him, "What, are you going to cripple me?"
Lou Yan was silent for a moment.
The situation suddenly changed, and the wolf cub howling on the bed transformed into a ruthless demon lord.
"I'm asking Master." Lou Yan leaned closer to him, her hot breath brushing against Heng Qichun's face, igniting a wave of shame. "Are you feigning ingratiation with me, offering yourself to please me?"
Blood gradually seeped out of the dungeon, flowing to Heng Qichun's feet, emitting a foul stench.
Under such torment, he stared directly into Lou Yan's eyes. After a long while, under Lou Yan's control, he gently moved his lips.
"Lou Yan".
"Know when to stop."
Lou Yan immediately raised an eyebrow and looked at him, moving an inch closer, a clear, unspoken sound emanating from her nose: "Hmm?"
Heng Qichun's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she awkwardly avoided Lou Yan's gaze, only to then see the gruesome corpses in the water dungeon.
He paused for a moment, his eyes suddenly filled with boundless pity. "I don't know what heinous crimes they committed that you are so determined to kill them, but the living have a spirit, and the dead should be respected. Why do you have to do this?"
"Lou Yan, don't let what I taught you go to waste."
To Lou Yan, these words meant only one thing—his master was calling him a dog.
He tilted his head and stared for a while, his burning gaze traveling from Heng Qichun's eyes to his lips. He stared at Heng Qichun's cold, thin lips for quite a while before suddenly leaning in and biting down hard.
With its sharp canines, it bit Heng Qichun's lip until it bled in one bite.
The latter grunted and pushed him away heavily, then took two steps back, pressing the back of her finger against the gash on her lip.
She bowed, then looked up at him with resentment.
When she wasn't intimidated, Lou Yan really enjoyed that look.
It was as if the regrets left over from the previous life had finally been carried over to this life, and after Heng Qichun was finally dragged down from his pedestal, he arrogantly granted his wish.
Lou Yan's eyes darkened. He pointed at the pool of mangled corpses he had ravaged beyond recognition and sneered, "I wanted to do this in front of you, so that Master would know..."
He paused, then bit his lip hard, emphasizing each word clearly: "I am not a dog."
Heng Qichun: "..."
Even someone as composed as Heng Qichun, who could remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, was truly forced into a corner and unable to utter a single word in this situation.
After a moment of silence, he heard Lou Yan straighten up and say, "Since Master is unwilling to answer my questions properly, then go back and reflect on your mistakes."
Heng Qichun: "?"
"Master had better listen to me, after all, with your current spiritual power, you can't beat me."
After Lou Yan finished speaking, he didn't look at Heng Qichun again. He clapped his hands and released a wisp of demonic energy, summoning in a few capable little demons.
He pointed at Heng Qichun and ordered, "Lock him back in the Demon Palace and keep a close watch on him. If he tries to get out..."
Lou Yan gritted his teeth, completely disregarding whether his men were capable of stopping Heng Qichun, and simply said, "Don't let him out!"
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