Chapter 111 Your teacher is asking you a question: You dragged the wolf cub in front of you. ...
He lingered outside for a long time, and when he finally returned to the Demon Palace, Heng Qichun was already standing there with his hands behind his back, waiting for him.
The Pixiu cubs ran around the hall curiously, and even barked excitedly when they saw Lou Yan enter.
"call out!"
Wolf!
Lou Yan ignored it and stopped behind Heng Qichun. Looking at that slender shadow, she couldn't help but feel sorrow again.
He waited stiffly for a long time, but no one called out. After a long while, he couldn't help but sniff.
Hmph.
After he finished sniffing, twisting his neck, and carefully grinding his feet on the ground a dozen times, Heng Qichun finally turned around and gave him an impatient look, as if bestowing a handout.
"What are you doing?" he heard the person he had been thinking about day and night ask him.
Lou Yan couldn't help but feel wronged, but she refused to show it on her face. After twitching for a while, she angrily lowered her head and rubbed the ground, then mumbled, "This ground isn't level..."
Heng Qichun: "..."
Lou Yan knew he was sulking, but being a mature wolf who had lived two lives, he didn't dare to really bare his teeth at Heng Qichun. So when he didn't hear Heng Qichun reply for a while, he already felt uneasy.
He grumbled and raised his head, only to meet Heng Qichun's deep, watery eyes.
Lou Yan stiffened, fearing that she had gone too far in her temper and truly angered Heng Qichun, and immediately tried to salvage the situation: "Master..."
"I'm asking you," Heng Qichun interrupted him, saying calmly, "What are you doing?"
Same problem.
But Lou Yan paused for a moment after asking that question.
The restless thing in his chest suddenly began to throb violently, "thump-thump-thump," as if it were about to pierce through his flesh and leap out of his body.
Lou Yan raised his hand to his chest, trying to calm it down, and struggled in his death throes, saying, "This place..."
"Lou Yan".
Lou Yan immediately shut up.
The surroundings were eerily quiet.
The noisy little demons had all rolled far away, and only a few will-o'-the-wisps remained in the demon palace, huddled in a corner, their dim light faintly scattered.
Lou Yan stood in the middle of that halo of light.
Her loose braids hung down her neck, the strands slightly disheveled, which, combined with her swollen, scarlet eyes, made her look rather pathetic and pitiful.
They look rather cute.
Heng Qichun's heart skipped a beat. He narrowed his eyes and looked at him. After a pause, he still asked, "You ordered your tiger demon subordinates to abduct the young mermaid and imprison them in the Demon Palace. What are you doing?"
"What are you doing, condoning the massacre of the entire Xuanqing Palace by the Nine Netherworld Realm, preventing Sect Leader Chu from being properly buried after his death?"
"Hidden the corpses of Hehuan Sect disciples in Wuxiang Abyss, causing bloodshed and panic in the cultivation world, what are you doing?"
"You instructed evil spirits to kill the Bifang bird, thus incurring the crime of 'slaying a god.' What are you doing now?"
With each word Heng Qichun spoke, he took a step closer to him. After throwing out four questions in a row, he was already standing in front of Lou Yan.
He raised his eyes and scrutinized the wolf cub he had raised with his own stern gaze.
After Lou Yan fell into demonic possession, his body grew rapidly. Not only was his physique agile and expansive, but he was also half a head taller than Heng Qichun.
Heng Qichun even needed to look up at him.
But the disdainful look in his deep eyes remained unchanged. Confirming that Lou Yan would remain silent, Heng Qichun nodded and then raised his hand.
Lou Yan instinctively tensed his muscles.
The expected beating did not come. Heng Qichun's fingers stopped at his chest, and then he naturally lifted his collar.
The elaborate red robe made Heng Qichun's fingers appear even paler and whiter than jade.
He lifted Lou Yan's clothes, gathered the two pieces of fabric together, and completely blocked the small patch of spring light that Lou Yan had deliberately exposed.
As he withdrew his hand, his long, clean fingers casually twirled Lou Yan's collar and then hooked onto the string of red prayer beads around Lou Yan's neck.
He naturally recognized the divine object in the Heavenly Sound Palace, but in this situation, he did not expose Lou Yan's shortcomings. Instead, he simply pulled forward in this posture and dragged the wolf cub in front of him.
Their eyes met, only an inch apart, a gesture as intimate as that on the bed.
Heng Qichun's expression remained unchanged, but he stared at a certain spot on Lou Yan's face with his cold eyes, finally fixing his gaze on the beauty mark at the corner of Lou Yan's eye.
The sound of the bell is like a pool of spring water that has been quenched with ice.
"Lou Yan, what I'm asking you is, what are you doing?"
Lou Yan panicked again.
The thing in his chest that had finally calmed down began to beat violently again, burrowing into his flesh and blood, making his face pale and his body tremble. He could no longer find any trace of what a "Demon Lord" should look like.
Two lifetimes, hundreds of years, hundreds of days and nights spent together, even doing *that* kind of thing, how could he not understand what Heng Qichun was asking?
But he quickly raised his head and stared intently at Heng Qichun.
His eyes held a complex mix of love and hate, turning his dark eyes into a bottomless, icy pool.
"Just as Master saw—"
Lou Yan gritted his teeth and spoke, while raising his hand and forming a Guanwu Mudra in the air.
The scene is filled with ghostly energy, and a gloomy and terrifying dungeon can be vaguely seen.
Beneath the iron chains and magic chains lay mountains of human corpses.
There must be at least a thousand people.
Heng Qichun's pupils dilated, and he quickly spotted a familiar face amidst the mountain of corpses.
They are disciples of the Hehuan Sect. The one at the very bottom, whose face is unrecognizable and whose death is horribly gruesome, is the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect.
Lou Yan scrutinized Heng Qichun's eyes, confirming that he had recognized him. The corners of his tightly pursed lips finally curled slightly, gesturing for Heng Qichun to look up again.
On the mountain of corpses, a figure in a wide Taoist robe was struggling to breathe. The green robe was soaked in blood, and the hands and feet exposed from under the sleeves were covered in blood. It was likely that the unseen parts had been scraped down to the skeleton.
"Does Master still remember him?"
“The old Taoist priest from Huatan Town who had repeatedly caused us trouble actually dared to overestimate himself and come to Wuxiangyuan to persuade me to commit suicide.”
"Master, look, he's still breathing..."
Xu Shengzi seemed to sense the fluctuation of spiritual energy. The moment Lou Yan finished speaking, he raised his head and exchanged a glance with Heng Qichun through the Guanwu Seal.
His face was covered in blood, his gaze was calm, and his breath was weak.
I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for long.
Heng Qichun frowned slightly, then quickly looked away. He didn't look at Lou Yan, but his hand holding a section of Buddhist prayer beads tightened even more until there was a "clatter".
The rope snapped, and hundreds of crimson prayer beads rolled to the ground.
Lou Yan had not yet fully refined his demonic energy when the Buddhist beads broke, and the demonic energy within Lou's body could no longer be suppressed.
Lou Yan let out a muffled groan, and the ghost seal that had formed in mid-air immediately dissipated.
He took two steps back, but his toes landed on the red prayer beads that had rolled to the ground. He grabbed Heng Qichun's sleeve to barely keep his balance.
Heng Qichun did not pull his sleeve back. He looked down at Lou Yan, who was bent over in pain as demonic energy surged out, and struggled to raise a hand to cover his chest.
The scattered demonic energy seemed to be engulfing and devouring him, forcing him to squat down on the ground, his muscles tense, trembling abnormally under the immense feeling of being swallowed.
Completely integrating the demonic bone into one's body is a more painful thing than the repulsion between immortals and demons.
Watching the wolf cub he had raised with his own hands writhe in pain, unable to even utter a sound, yet still clutching his sleeve tightly, the sweat on his palm leaving clear fingerprints on the fabric, all testament to his agony.
The Pixiu cub was startled and suddenly appeared from some corner, urgently tugging at the hem of Heng Qichun's robe.
Save the wolf!
Heng Qichun ultimately couldn't bear it.
After a moment of silence, he squatted down, following the pull of the Pixiu, and cast a Rejuvenation Incantation, slowly channeling his spiritual power into Lou Yan's body.
A gentle spiritual energy, carrying a faint lotus fragrance, circulated through his body, like a tender yet powerful hand, gradually gathering the restless demonic energy, soothing his violently beating heart, and slowly smoothing his demonic bones.
Lou Yan's pale face finally faded a little, and inch by inch, she was able to barely support her body.
However, his immortal meridians had been extracted, and there was no place in his body to contain Heng Qichun's spiritual power. Seeing that he had calmed down, Heng Qichun gradually extracted his own spiritual power.
The little wolf cub's eyes followed Heng Qichun's movements, staring intently at his fingertips.
Nostalgic, greedy, angry but unable to speak out.
Heng Qichun stood up, his sleeves hanging down, naturally blocking Lou Yan's burning gaze.
He met his gaze once again.
“Since you have fallen into demonic possession, you should have given up your immortal veins. Instead, you stole the Buddhist beads from the Heavenly Sound Palace to suppress your demonic energy, causing your immortal veins and demonic bones to constantly collide and backfire within your body. You—” Pai suddenly narrowed his eyes, revealing the first hint of confusion in his gaze after his cold and composed demeanor today.
He probably wanted to ask Lou Yan "What are you doing?" but the words that came out of his mouth suddenly turned into—"Aren't you in pain?"
Doesn't it hurt?
It would have been better if he hadn't asked, because the question made Lou Yan uncontrollably think of the immortal veins that had been forcibly removed from her body.
The wolf cub immediately became unhappy.
Lou Yan turned her head away, finally willing to sever her visual connection with Heng Qichun.
He chuckled while lying on the ground, didn't answer, but suddenly stood up by pushing himself up.
The master and disciple stood face to face again at extremely close distance. Lou Yan looked down at them with his eyes lowered, proudly saying, "Things are different now."
"It should be my master begging me now."
Heng Qichun raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Lou Yan picked up the small beast beside him with one hand, gesturing for Heng Qichun to turn around.
In the pool behind them, a baby shark was clinging to the wall, peeking out and curiously observing everything. Noticing the two people's gaze, it hurriedly retreated back into the water.
A huge golden birdcage hangs above the pool.
Inside, a Bifang bird that had "died long ago" was sleeping.
Heng Qichun realized something and was about to speak when he saw Kou Wan raise his hand and form a ghost seal, enveloping the shark and the Bifang bird in demonic energy.
His status suddenly changed, and he was no longer the one looking down on others.
Lou Yan said, "If Master wants them to live a little longer, they should stay here with me obediently."
Heng Qichun turned around and suddenly uttered two words, "Identity."
Lou Yan didn't understand and thought Heng Qichun was telling him to recognize his identity, so he frowned and said "Hmm?"
"In what capacity should I stay with you?"
Lou Yan paused for a moment, then broke into a smile, recalling the dark thoughts she had never been able to suppress in both her past and present lives, and sucked on her teeth as she said, "Of course..."
He leaned close to Heng Qichun's ear and whispered two words.
Heng Qichun turned his head to look at him.
Lou Yan chuckled again, carrying the squeaking Pixiu, and strode past Heng Qichun. As he brushed past him, Lou Yan raised his hand and patted Heng Qichun's shoulder.
"Many interesting books were found during the massacre of the Hehuan Sect. I will have someone send them over in a bit. Master, you must study them carefully."
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