“Done! He woke him up again!”
“He’s that guy again. We welcomed him into the village, and he’s so ungrateful. Why not just kick him out!”
“Are you crazy?! Didn’t you see what happened last time he…”
“Forget it, let’s go back inside. What if we wake up the others too? That would be a disaster.”
“What kind of trouble did we bring upon ourselves? Our village was peaceful; how did we get into this mess!”
The people in the city were wary of the man on the wall. During their quiet complaints, the man on the wall suddenly leaped down.
The city wall stood two zhang high; an ordinary mortal leaping down would either face death or severe injury. However, this man moved with incredible grace. As he descended, his robes fluttered, and the sound of his shoes touching the ground was drowned out by the crowd’s gasps.
The man, tall and graceful, landed with his back to Lou Muge. All that could be seen was a luxurious black robe.
He’s from the demonic clan.
Lou Muge keenly sensed the unfriendly aura emanating from the man. He glanced down and realized his hands were trembling like a sieve. Angrily, he thought, “This body is so darn useless!”
The man casually moved his right hand, and a half-length curved blade slid gently from his shoulder.
The crowd shouted and scrambled backward, huddling together, afraid to discuss him further. In an instant, they retreated within the city gate, rushing inside as if their lives depended on it.
The man’s displeased expression improved somewhat upon seeing this.
“What are you doing, Wen Changchu!” A reprimand came from the side. A robed woman hurried out of the city, glaring at the man. “Do you want to harm these mortals?!”
Following the woman was another man in plain clothes. The two bore a slight resemblance, appearing to be family.
Wen Changchu, as he was called, casually twirled the knife in his hand, adopting a decidedly wicked demeanor. “I just wanted to shut them up.”
“Nonsense! You clearly drew your knife! You must have wicked intentions!” The man pointed at him. “This place is not where your demonic kind can do evil. I won’t let you act recklessly!”
“Why are you so nervous?” Wen Changchu flicked the blade with his fingertip, producing a crisp sound, appearing completely indifferent. “These mortals are too weak for me to bother wielding a knife. Even if I were to strike, do you really think you could stop me?”
Lou Muge found it amusing that they were arguing in front of him and quietly stood by, enjoying the spectacle.
The man, provoked by Wen Changchu’s disdainful words, blushed deeply. He seemed on the verge of exploding, as if contemplating rushing forward to strike him, yet held back, perhaps out of some concern.
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Just as the man was about to unleash a torrent of curses, a sudden voice interrupted the confrontation.
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Lou Muge, along with the others, turned their gaze to see a person in a snow-white robe strolling over. Despite the biting winter, their attire was light. A jade hairpin adorned their hair, and their countenance exuded tranquility.
The man and woman who were just arrogant immediately turned to him and respectfully bowed, saying, “Lord Zhang Rong.”
Zhan Rong nodded slightly, giving a faint smile to Wen Changchu, “The demon clan has always been unconstrained by trivial matters. Such actions are not uncommon. Moreover, we are all still undergoing the God’s Trial, and Wen Changchu naturally discerns the gravity of the situation.”
While these words seemed to be defending Wen Changchu, they also carried a veiled warning.
After hearing this, Wen Changchu snorted and quickly sheathed his long knife, saying, “Good to know.”
Ze Wan glanced at him and whispered, “People from the demon clan are indeed detestable.”
Pretending not to hear, Zhang Rong chose to remain silent, but Wen Changchu wasn’t one to tolerate it. He promptly retorted, “Just as if the beings in your immortal realm are all so amiable.”
A verbal exchange unfolded, revealing to Lou Muge their identities.
Lou Muge, originally a resident of the immortal realm, was well-acquainted with its affairs. He recognized Zhang Rong as a member of the Water Dragon clan, now ascended to divinity and addressed as a Divine Lord. The young man and woman, on the other hand, belonged to the Phoenix clan—an immortal realm force known for their formidable strength. The woman, Ze Wan, was particularly powerful, earning the title of the immortal realm’s “Little White Tiger.”
As for the demon clan member named Wen, Lou Muge quietly pondered. Centuries ago, the ruling family in the demon realm bore the surname Wen. He wondered if there was any connection between that historical lineage and the current young man before him.
Regarding this demon clan member with the surname Wen, Lou Muge silently contemplated for a moment. Hundreds of years ago, the ruling family in the demon realm bore the surname Wen. He wondered if there was any connection with the young man before him.
The identities of those present ran through Lou Muge’s mind. Only then did he shift his stiffened feet, thinking that, being a demon himself, he couldn’t stand idly by while three immortal clan members bullied a demon.
“On such a bitterly cold day, you three seem to be in good spirits, bickering at the doorstep?” Lou Muge said as he walked closer.
Only then did he realize he shouldn’t get too close. Otherwise, his uncooperative legs might start trembling in a rhythmic pattern. He halted.
The moment he spoke, he caught the attention of Ze Wan, who was engrossed in the verbal spar with Wen Changchu. She leaned toward Ze Qian and whispered, “Brother, when did this person named Lou Muge arrive?”
“He was here just now. However, I saw him terrified, thinking he was just an ordinary person in the city,” Ze Qian replied in a low voice.
Lou Muge didn’t move, but Zhang Rong, upon hearing this, approached him. The oppressive force suddenly intensified, causing a surge in Lou Muge’s chest. He released a faint resistance to maintain a calm demeanor.
However, as this force was unleashed, Wen Changchu’s face abruptly changed. His body trembled as if drained of strength, and he dropped to one knee. This unexpected turn of events surprised everyone.
Lou Muge was startled, “What’s happening to you?”
Wen Changchu suddenly raised his head, and a hint of strangeness flickered in his black eyes, blending within. His face displayed shock, astonishment, and a mysterious expression.
Alarmed, Lou Muge thought, “Could this person be trying to frame me?”
So he hastily explained, “I didn’t lay a hand on you! Don’t even think about tarnishing my reputation!”
Before Ze Wan could mock, Wen Changchu, clutching his chest, bent down. His body curled up, and dark purple smoke emitted from him, completely enveloping him. However, after a brief moment, it dissipated.
Reappearing before him was no longer the handsome man but a gray-furred wolf cub. Its fluffy ears stood tall, and its light-colored eyes glanced at Lou Muge. Suddenly, it leaped, bouncing over to Lou Muge’s feet.
“Howl—howl—” The wolf cub rubbed against Lou Muge’s feet, displaying joy as if it had found its owner. It bounced around, almost wagging its tail like a dog.
Lou Muge was somewhat startled. He nudged it aside with the tip of his foot, causing it to stagger a few steps. However, it quickly stuck close again, growling somewhat menacingly at Lou Muge, as if reproaching him for pushing it away. After howling, it continued to nuzzle and rub against his feet.
Ze Wan and Ze Qian were utterly astonished. Even Zhang Rong, whose expression was usually indifferent, furrowed his brow slightly, scrutinizing Lou Muge with guarded eyes.
The wolf cub wasn’t satisfied with just rubbing against Lou Muge’s feet; it insisted on wriggling under his skirt to nuzzle his legs. Lou Muge, unwilling and mindful of his cross-dressing, kicked it upside down with a foot, saying, “Can you even see under my skirt?”
Wen Changchu grumbled on the side.
In this playful cycle, Lou Muge finally crouched down. The wolf cub immediately approached, and as Lou Muge touched its head, its round wolf eyes narrowed into slits. Its ears folded back, seemingly overjoyed.
Lifting the nape of the wolf cub’s neck, Lou Muge watched its four paws paddle in the air. As if suddenly realizing something, he exclaimed in surprise, “Could it be that you’ve taken a liking to me?”
After saying this, he couldn’t help but consider that it might indeed be a possibility, given his somewhat attractive appearance in this disguise.
Wen Changchu widened his eyes, bared his teeth, vigorously shaking his head, vehemently denying everything.
Lou Muge, observing this, tossed him to the ground again, scoffing, “Consider yourself fortunate.”
However, Zhang Rong, sharp-eyed, noticed the spirit stone on his wrist and casually inquired, “Are you also participating in the Trial of the Divine Assembly?”
Lou Muge stood up, pulled out the wooden token given to him by the Immortal Realm from his bell, and showed it to Zhang Rong. “Lou Shengsheng.”
In truth, when he entered the Immortal Sect, he intended to register his real name. However, hearing that there were over a thousand participants named Lou Muge in this Devine Assembly, even if he registered as Lou Muge, he would only receive a wooden token engraved with a number. It seemed that he would also be under close scrutiny from the Immortal Realm. So, he opted to use a different name instead.
“Are you a mortal cultivating in immortality?” All three noticed the character “人” (person) circled next to the name.
Lou Muge didn’t directly answer but countered, “Can’t mortals cultivating in immortality participate?”
“Not exactly,” Ze Wan smiled, her voice returning to its gentle, maidenly tone. “It’s just a bit dangerous.”
“In that case, I’ll be more cautious,” Lou Muge stretched lazily, feeling drowsy. He yawned, a watery tint in his beautiful eyes, and casually walked towards the city. “It’s late; I need to find a place to stay. Farewell.”
As soon as he left, Wen Changchu bounced along to catch up, swirling around his feet.
Despite Lou Muge shooing him away a few times, the cub persisted, its tail sticking to his shoe. Lou Muge couldn’t be bothered to deal with it and continued on his way.
After entering the city, Lou Muge realized that the people scared away by Wen Changchu hadn’t dispersed. Instead, they stretched their necks to watch the spectacle. As Lou Muge approached, their expressions varied, and most of them seemed fearful of the wolf cub at his feet.
These were all mortals, naturally reverent and fearful of gods and spirits, a common sentiment among people.
Lou Muge paid little attention to whether they were scared or intrigued. He just gave them a gentle smile, feigning an innocent and pure demeanor. “Do you have a spare place where I can stay for a few days?”
The crowd hesitated, reluctant to invite an unknown person into their homes at this time.
Muge could empathize with their feelings. While contemplating whether to seize a house, the young man with a wooden stick slowly emerged. He had changed out of his theatrical attire, but the makeup on his face remained. Speaking warmly to Lou Muge, he said, “I have a spare room at home. If the young master doesn’t mind, you can stay temporarily at my place.”
Whispers of ridicule circulated among the onlookers, “Only this blind guy can’t distinguish between men and women.”
Lou Muge deliberately disguised himself with long braided hair and feminine clothing to conceal his identity. To others, it seemed like he had a neutral voice, and people assumed it was normal for a child not to have undergone a voice change. The limping youth, unable to see his dress, naturally thought of him as a boy.
Lou Muge readily agreed, “Sure, I appreciate your help, brother.”
“Follow me,” the youth responded to the mockery without a hint of emotion, calmly nodding. With a nonchalant demeanor, he used the long staff in his hand to pave the way, leading Lou Muge at a leisurely pace. The other youth and Aunt Li, who had been by his side earlier, were nowhere to be seen, likely having returned home earlier.
As the two walked away, surrounded by silence, the youth finally spoke, “How should I address the young master?”
“I’m Lou Shengsheng, where ‘Sheng’ is for playing the zither and ‘Sheng’ for blowing the flute,” he explained.
“I’m Tao Ming, and my younger brother is Tao Zhai.” Though Tao Ming walked slowly, he navigated the path smoothly. Without stumbling, he continued, “My younger brother has a difficult temperament and doesn’t like interacting with strangers. So, please don’t mind him once you enter the house, Young Master Lou.”
Lou Mu Ge nodded and, remembering the blind boy couldn’t see, added, “I appreciate your hospitality.”
It sounds so interesting already! I love the little wolf pup following him around! 😆
Thank You for the new chapter (o´〰`o)♡✲ﾟ*｡