Chapter 56 Please ascend to the Yellow Springs (a euphemism for a woman) She lay on Heng Qichun's chest, licking his breasts. ...
Lou Yan hovered in mid-air, flapping its front paws alternately. Under Heng Qichun's cold and sorrowful gaze, it gradually realized—
His master might be angry.
He had recently been gradually accepting Heng Qichun's kind and generous side, and now, meeting such a gaze, he still found it somewhat unbelievable.
It's just that I bit him once. Is the chest some kind of sensitive spot?
When he was a child, he often lay on Heng Qichun's chest and licked his chest, and he never seemed to get angry then.
Why have you suddenly become so petty?
The wolf cub's good intentions were met with a reprimand from his master, and Lou Yan was clearly unhappy, instantly forgetting his previous tension.
He groaned and turned his head to examine the place where he had bitten Heng Qichun. By the light of the dark blue spider silk, he could clearly see that Heng Qichun's clothes had been torn to shreds by his claws. Bloodstains were faintly visible on the light-colored fabric, and a patch of blood had even seeped out from the center of his left chest, gradually spreading with his breath.
hiss……
This location...
Lou Yan immediately tensed up, and the entire wolf pack seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.
He seemed to know why Heng Qichun was angry.
"Awooo!" Lou Yan pounced on its front paws, trying to explain to Heng Qichun that it didn't mean to.
Heng Qichun clearly didn't intend to give him that chance, and before he could even open his mouth, he unhesitatingly made a hand seal and threw it out.
Lou Yan immediately felt his limbs being fixed in mid-air, his throat constricted, unable to move or even make a sound!
Lou Yan could only roll his eyes and examine Heng Qichun with suspicion. He saw that the immortal technique had not yet been withdrawn, and Lou Yan suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes.
Okay.
The Wind-Stabilizing Technique was also applied to himself.
He was completely unable to move at the moment, and could only be lifted up by the back of his neck by Heng Qichun, who then threw him onto his shoulder.
Lou Yan let out a helpless sob in her heart, vowing that once the Wind-Stabilizing Technique was broken, she would bite off the other dogwood on Heng Qichun's side as well!
Heng Qichun ignored his restless little apprentice and simply raised his eyes to look at Qin Jing, who was about to lose control.
It had absorbed all the ghostly energy in the entire Yi Emperor's Mausoleum. Amidst the exploding white light, black mist swirled. The ghostly energy dispersed and then immediately gathered again, condensing into pitch-black human figures in the mirror.
Those are the countless souls on the road to the underworld.
Heng Qichun raised his hand and made a hand seal, setting up a light-blocking barrier in front of himself and Lou Yan to prevent Lou Yan in his wolf form from being destroyed by the mirror.
"Waaah!"
He seemed to hear Lou Yan struggling to break free of the Wind-Fixing Technique while resting on his shoulder.
Heng Qichun gently closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, his index and middle fingers pressed tightly together, the fragrance of lotus blossoms filled the air, his chest vibrated, and he skillfully chanted a heaven-defying divine incantation.
"With my divine bones, I burn my heart as a pledge."
"The three souls gamble, and the seven spirits are the stakes."
"May the long-suffering witness bear witness, and may all evil spirits hear this—"
"open!"
A cracking sound came from the tomb of Emperor Yi.
Lou Yan's Wind-Fixing Technique shattered instantly, and the moment his limbs regained their mobility, he immediately lunged down onto Heng Qichun's shoulder, attempting to stop his master from finishing reciting this audacious divine incantation.
But it was too late.
Countless ghostly energies surged out of the Qin Mirror, swirling with black mist, and in the blink of an eye, they tightly surrounded Heng Qichun, as if waiting any longer would mean devouring this deity completely.
Lou Yan stretched out its front paws and grabbed haphazardly, barely managing to cleave a gash in front of it. It then used the momentum to look at Heng Qichun, letting out a fierce howl, "Awooo!"
Quickly retract that spell!
With my divine bones and burning heart as a pact—I will use my divine bones as a wager to have the ghosts open the gates of hell for me, in exchange for a chance to enter the underworld.
How dare he!
Even if those greedy evil spirits believed the bet and opened the gates of hell for him, the underworld is full of dangers, and if he is not careful, he will never be able to get out!
Lou Yan stood there, watching helplessly as Heng Qichun was swept into the stone coffin by that ghostly aura. She couldn't help but grit her teeth in anger and took a step forward toward the place where the ghostly aura was strongest.
Sure enough, the ghostly aura nearby surged toward him with keen awareness.
The feeling was both strange and familiar. Lou Yan felt as if his limbs and bones were filled with ghostly energy, his dantian was burning, and a layer of hot sweat appeared under his curly wolf fur.
He took a deep breath, and when the ghostly energy surging into his body had accumulated to a certain extent, he spotted the stone sarcophagus leading to the ghost realm and jumped in after Heng Qichun.
——
The sky was leaden gray.
The dim yellow light barely illuminated the path beneath our feet. Scorching lava churned beside the road, and countless stray footprints were fused into the lava, creating a desolate and oppressive scene from afar.
Occasionally, a few will-o'-the-wisps would rise from the side, drifting up and down, illuminating the half-submerged, half-floating white bones in the lava.
Lou Yan had clearly seen such a scene in his previous life, but walking through it again, he still felt that the floating corpses were terrifying.
He couldn't help but follow Heng Qichun's footsteps, letting out a "whimper." Realizing that his master had no intention of paying attention to him, he simply opened his mouth and bit the hem of Heng Qichun's robe, clinging tightly to his back.
Further ahead lies the Yellow Springs.
A dilapidated wooden boat lay across the ferry crossing, and a white lantern cast a pale light.
Countless spirits hung their heads and waited there, their bodies bound with iron chains, their necks bent at an eerie angle. No one uttered a sound, but they all obeyed the instructions of the underworld officials beside them, moving one by one onto the wooden boat and being sent to the next ferry.
Lou Yan suddenly stopped and tried to close her eyes to recall the scene from her previous life.
At that time, he was already the Lord of the Demon Realm, with all the demons under his control. He opened the Gate of Hell without breaking a sweat and led tens of thousands of demons under his command to break in. His momentum was truly overwhelming.
Back then... I didn't think this road was that scary.
Unexpectedly, not only was his cultivation weaker after being reborn, but he also became more timid!
Heng Qichun had already tossed aside his robe and walked further and further away without looking back.
Lou Yan felt a surge of anxiety, so she simply closed her eyes and quickly chased after him, stopping abruptly in front of Heng Qichun.
He lay down on his back before Heng Qichun could lift his leg to walk around him, and showed his belly to Heng Qichun in a flattering manner.
Many times, when he was still a little wolf cub who had just been picked up, he was very good at using this trick after making a mistake in order to calm Heng Qichun down.
This trick proved to be effective.
Heng Qichun did indeed stop, looking down at the wolf cub lying on the ground throwing a tantrum. After standing there for a long time, he finally sighed helplessly.
He crouched down, scooped up the wolf cub, and held it in his arms, deliberately avoiding the spot on his left chest where the cub had bitten him. Only then did he seem to calm down a bit before pinching the back of Lou Yan's neck.
"What are you going to do by following me?" Heng Qichun asked.
So that's why I was annoyed by this while ignoring everyone the whole way.
Lou Yan's gaze unconsciously fell on the bloodstain on Heng Qichun's chest, and he was seriously considering whether he should fulfill his vow to bite his master's right chest now.
But he also felt that Zuo Lang should be more magnanimous and should not fuss over such trivial matters with Heng Qichun.
So he grunted twice and turned his head away, repeatedly confirming that there was only one reason why he had jumped down.
—I just wanted to see what the Yi Emperor looked like at this time.
But he didn't say that.
He simply clung to Heng Qichun's shoulders and turned away, letting out a very low whimper, "Awoo~"
I'm scared~
Heng Qichun was the type of person who responded better to gentleness than force. Hearing this, he paused for a moment, then looked down at the frail little wolf cub nestled in his arms. In that instant, all his frustration vanished.
He sighed softly, raised his hand to support Lou Yan's hind legs and hugged him tighter, gently coaxing him, "It's my fault, I forgot you're still a little wolf cub."
He deliberately emphasized the word "small," as if reminding himself that Lou Yan's antics were all understandable and that, as his master, he should be tolerant and understanding.
Feeling Heng Qichun holding her tightly, Lou Yan lay on him sullenly without making a sound.
He was secretly surprised—he hadn't expected Heng Qichun to be so easy to coax; just three words were enough to make him lose all his temper.
No wonder the book says, "A great man can bend and stretch," I am indeed a wolf capable of great things.
Lost in thought, Heng Qichun had already carried him to the end of the road to the underworld. Suddenly, silence fell over the surroundings, where an old woman with a hunched back was waiting.
A jar of thick, black herbal soup was boiling hot beside the stove, emitting a bitter and fishy smell.
That's Meng Po.
As Heng Qichun approached, she slowly bowed, scooped up a bowl of Meng Po soup, and handed it to him, saying, "Drink this soup, forget your past life, and be reborn into a good destiny."
Heng Qichun didn't take it, but Lou Yan, who was perched on his shoulder, suddenly tightened her claws.
In his previous life, he had never walked this path and was unaware that to cross the river, one had to drink Meng Po soup.
Can we just tell her that we're not dead, but just here to find Emperor Yi?
Lou Yan reconsidered and realized that this method wouldn't work.
Heng Qichun swore an oath with his divine bones, summoning countless ghosts to open the gates of hell for him—an act far from honorable. There are many evil spirits here, and they have always viewed the realms of immortals and humans as enemies. If the truth were revealed now, it might easily enrage them.
The best way is to pretend to be a ghost and cross the ferry, so that you will have a chance to see Emperor Yi.
Can……
Lou Yan turned her head and frowned as she stared at the bowl of bitter, dark Meng Po soup.
If Heng Qichun drinks this soup, will he also forget his past life like those souls who are about to be reincarnated?
Can his divine power resist the effects of the Meng Po soup?
Lou Yan dared not speak recklessly.
His expression was tense, his wolf fur stood on end, and his paws clung tightly to the fabric on Heng Qichun's shoulders, almost tearing and crumpling it to shreds.
Feeling his apprentice's muscles tighten, Heng Qichun smiled faintly, exhaled, and gently stroked his buttocks.
"It's nothing," he whispered in Lou Yan's ear.
Again, those two words that everyone's ears are practically calloused with. Lou Yan clenched his back teeth tightly, his claws tightening even more.
Meng Po was already urging him, saying the same thing: "Please drink this soup quickly, forget your past life, and be reborn into a good destiny."
Heng Qichun gathered his sleeves, reached out and took the porcelain bowl, and drank it all down under Lou Yan's horrified gaze.
Before anyone could stop him, a faint trace of medicine was already on the corner of his mouth, and the bitter smell overpowered the original lotus fragrance on his body, making him completely blend into the spirits on the road to the underworld.
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