Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Just when Zhu Yan was at a loss as to how to respond to the question raised by the ancestor of Zhuo Mansion, suddenly, a clear and pleasant bell sound rang throughout the hall. Zhu Yan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young boy with an exquisite face and a beauty like a fairy, who was sitting quietly below the ancestor of Zhuo Mansion, running towards Zhu Yan with light steps.

The young boy was petite and exquisite, wearing a light yellow gauze dress and a plush cloak of the same color. His sleeves fluttered, like a fairy descending from the earth. Especially his pair of bright eyes, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, shining brightly; and his pink cheeks were full of milk, making people want to take a bite. What was even more eye-catching was that as he ran, the small and exquisite bells on his body made bursts of crisp sounds, like a beautiful and pleasant piece of music.

In the blink of an eye, the young boy was beside Zhu Yan. He didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, he stretched out his white and tender little hand, tightly grasped Zhu Yan's sleeve, raised his head slightly, looked at Zhu Yan with eyes full of expectation and desire, and asked in a soft and sweet voice: "Big brother, can you tell me, how are my father, brother and the uncles in the Demon Collection Department doing now?"

Zhu Yan's originally tense heartstrings were instantly broken by the cute appearance of this little boy and his baby voice that sounded like the sound of nature. He felt as if his heart was shot by an invisible sharp arrow, and he lost all resistance in an instant. At this moment, his eyes could no longer accommodate anyone or anything else, and his heart and eyes were filled with only this innocent little boy in front of him.

Zhu Yan took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, then smiled and replied softly, "Don't worry, little brother! As far as I know, your father and brother are now searching for Li Lun's whereabouts with the goddess Bai Ze. However, this world of Great Wilderness is vast and boundless, with countless rare treasures, and it is not an easy task to find Li Lun. So far, they have not been able to find the exact trace of Li Lun. However, when I left Great Wilderness, I heard that they had found a clue about Li Lun. I believe that in the near future, they will be able to find Li Lun successfully and return safely!"

Hua Yu sat steadily at the top seat, holding a cup of steaming hot tea in his hand. However, at this moment, his originally steady movements suddenly paused, as if time had frozen at this moment. He slowly raised his eyes and looked towards a certain direction below with a sharp gaze.

As far as his sight could reach, he saw the great demon Zhu Yan of the Great Wilderness staring intently at his simple and kind-hearted youngest son who was pulling his sleeve.

Hua Yu's eyes became sharper. He stared at Zhu Yan and asked, "Since they had already found some traces of Li Lun before you left the Great Wilderness, why didn't you go with them to bring the evil Li Lun to justice before leaving the Great Wilderness with peace of mind?"

After saying that, Hua Yu gently placed the teacup in her hand on the table in front of her. There was only a slight collision sound, the crisp sound of the bottom of the teacup hitting the table, at this moment it was like a sharp sword striking Zhu Yan's heart, making him tremble all over.

Facing Hua Yu's questioning, Zhu Yan took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then explained: "My Lord, the situation was too urgent at that time. Those people from the Demon Collection Bureau came at the wrong time! That day happened to be the night of the blood moon. Whenever there is a night like this, my body will be greatly affected. I will fall into a state of madness and completely lose my mind."

Zhu Yan paused, then continued: "And it happened to be the most critical moment to seal the Bai Ze Goddess Zhao Wan'er and Li Lun. But because I was suppressed by the violent energy surging from all directions, I lost my reason and could not control my behavior at all. As a result... Li Lun escaped in the chaos." When he said this, a deep regret slowly flowed on Zhu Yan's handsome face, as if endless regret was emerging from the depths of his soul.

Zhu Yan was filled with regret at the moment, blaming himself for letting Li Lun, the evil guy, go because of his selfishness. You know, Li Lun is a great demon who has been practicing for ten thousand years! Although everyone worked together to seal him halfway, with Li Lun's strength, how could those people in the Demon Collection Bureau easily subdue him? I'm afraid that even if they tried their best, it would be difficult to completely take down this extremely powerful demon.

Zhu Yan turned his head slightly with a guilty conscience, and carefully glanced at the young man who was still holding his sleeve tightly. Looking at the young man's clear and innocent eyes, Zhu Yan couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his heart, and sighed secretly: "Zhuo Yichen, I'm so sorry for you!"

Recalling that thrilling battle, Zhu Yan's mood became heavier. At that time, his father, brother and many colleagues of the Demon Collection Division fought a desperate battle with Li Lun, but in the end they were defeated by Li Lun's terrifying demonic power and were seriously injured and fell to the ground. What's worse is that he lost his mind at the critical moment and unexpectedly dealt them a fatal blow, so that except for a few mortals with strong spiritual power who managed to escape by chance, the rest of them have entered the reincarnation path and returned to the underworld.

The few survivors finally regained some sanity after a hard struggle. Zhu Yan did not dare to be negligent and immediately escorted them to the mountain temple in Kunlun Mountain. He also asked the mountain god Yingzhao to take good care of the injured so that they could rest in peace and recover soon.

Zhu Yan was very nervous. He was not sure whether the father and son of the Zhuo family were among the dead after he had severely injured them again. When he sent the injured to the mountain temple, fear and deep guilt surged in his heart, making it impossible for him to stay there any longer. So he resolutely turned around and left, embarking on a difficult journey alone to find Li Lun.

Time passed quickly. During these long months, Zhu Yan worked tirelessly and searched everywhere, and finally caught some clues about Li Lun. Finally, he found Li Lun in a quiet fishing village near the Great Desert Seaside.

Zhu Yan wanted to persuade Li Lun to willingly accept the punishment imposed by the White Ze Goddess in order to calm down the storm. However, Li Lun was a wood spirit, so how could his dull head understand the complicated truth? No matter how hard Zhu Yan tried, Li Lun remained unmoved and continued to do his own thing.

The two sides were deadlocked, the atmosphere became increasingly tense, and eventually they inevitably started fighting. For a moment, the sky above the fishing village changed color, lightning and thunder roared. Zhu Yan and Li Lun each displayed their magical powers and fought fiercely, until the sky was dark and it was difficult to tell who was the winner.

Unfortunately, this shocking battle did not determine the real winner. On the contrary, because the two were equally strong and refused to give in to each other, the fierce battle completely destroyed this small fishing village that had been peaceful to the world. Houses collapsed, trees broke, and innocent villagers panicked and fled in all directions.

Seeing such a tragic scene, Li Lun showed no remorse and turned into a pile of locust leaves fluttering in the wind, disappearing without a trace. Zhu Yan stood there blankly, looking at the devastated scene in front of him, his heart filled with regret and self-blame.

At this point, Zhu Yan knew that he had made a big mistake, and he had to do his best to make up for it. He acted quickly, using the medical skills he had learned to treat the little monsters that were unfortunately injured by them. Despite the difficulties, Zhu Yan never gave up easily...

Fortunately, not long ago, he had quietly left a unique mark on Li Lun's body. This mark was like a beacon. As long as the goddess Bai Ze could follow the mark of magic power he had left, then finding Li Lun would be as easy as taking something out of a bag.

"So, does that mean that until now, Li Lun is still missing and has not been discovered? Humph! It seems that those guys in the Demon Collection Division are just a bunch of good-for-nothings! I really don't know how they do things. In my opinion, it would be better to let those idiots in the Demon Collection Division hand over this task to our Chongwu Camp." At this moment, an extremely arrogant shouting voice suddenly came from outside the door. The sound was like a thunderclap, shaking the whole house slightly.

"Oh my, it's really strange! Today my small mansion has welcomed so many cats and dogs. I've never seen so many beasts coming here to beg for food in the past. Could it be that you bunch of ignorant wild dogs have agreed in advance to come here together to beg for leftovers?" Before he finished speaking, Hua Yu's face darkened, and he swung his arm violently. An exquisite teacup on the table instantly turned into a black shadow and flew straight out. It fell heavily on the ground with a "bang", and immediately shattered into countless pieces of crystal porcelain slag, splashing everywhere.

At this moment, the scattered teacup fragments seemed to have life, and did not fall to the ground as expected. They seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force, and rushed accurately towards the person who broke in without invitation. Surprisingly, when these sharp fragments drew an arc in the air, they cleverly avoided Zhuo Yichen and Zhu Yan who were standing in the middle.

The uninvited guest raised his hands and used all his spiritual power to build a small shield to block the flying debris. However, the soldiers who came with him were not so lucky. Screams were heard, and many broken pieces of porcelain fell on them like raindrops, hitting them instantly. These poor guys fell to the ground one by one, their bodies twisted in pain, and they uttered painful wails.

Hearing this piercing howl, Hua Yu couldn't help but turn his head away in disgust, frowning tightly. Seeing this, Zhang Qiling, who was standing by, quickly reached out and covered Hua Yu's ears, fearing that this unpleasant sound would have some adverse effect on him.

The next moment, an even more shocking scene occurred! A figure who looked exactly like Zhang Qiling suddenly appeared behind him, and then rushed straight towards the enemy at the door at lightning speed.

Facing Zhang Qiling's sudden attack, the man hastily drew his sword to fight back. However, this man was just a weakling, and after just a few rounds, the sword in his hand was easily knocked down by Zhang Qiling's clone.

In a flash, this clone flashed by like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the opponent. He moved as fast as the wind, one hand tightly twisted the opponent's arm like an iron clamp, and the other hand took advantage of the situation, pulling and pressing hard, and there was a dull "bang". The opponent was like a lamb to be slaughtered, and was pressed heavily on the cold and hard floor in front of the hall without any ability to fight back.

At this moment, Hua Yu's face was as gloomy as water, and he stared coldly at the man who was detained on the ground, and said coldly: "Where did you come from, you stray dog? How dare you make trouble in my house?"

When the man heard this, he was extremely angry, but he was under control at the moment. He could only endure the humiliation, raised his head with difficulty, and shouted loudly: "I am the commander of the Chongwu Camp - Zhen Mei! I came here today to act on the emperor's orders. How can I allow you to treat me so rudely!" While speaking, he still twisted his body unwillingly, trying to break free from the strong pressure exerted on him by the person behind him.

Hua Yu heard this, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile. He leaned forward slightly, and looked at the burly, handsome but embarrassed man in front of him with interest.

After a moment, he opened his red lips and said sarcastically: "Oh? So you are the famous Zhen Mei! I haven't been to Tiandu City for a long time, and I didn't recognize you. How disrespectful! But, your name is too... Could it be that your parents were unlucky when they gave birth to you, so they gave you such an unlucky name?" The contempt in Hua Yu's eyes became more and more intense.

"How dare you! How dare you, an ignorant fellow like you, speak so arrogantly! Do you think you are some great person? Humph, now almost all the male members of the Zhuo family have died, and the only one left is Zhuo Yichen, who knows nothing and is kept in the boudoir all day long. Do you still think you are the respected ancestor of the Zhuo family of the Demon Collection Bureau?" Zhen Mei was so angry that her face turned red and her chest heaved violently. She was so angry that she could not help but spit on the ground.

"If you're sensible, let me go quickly! Otherwise, as soon as I give the order, the large number of elite troops from the Chongwu Camp will immediately come like a tide and completely flatten your small courtyard! When that time comes, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance!" Zhen Mei widened his eyes and stared at the person in front of him viciously, with the threat evident in his words.

However, facing Zhen Mei's harsh words, Hua Yu just smiled slightly, and that smile was full of ridicule and disdain. He looked up and down at Zhen Mei who was kneeling on the ground with a contemptuous look, and slowly said: "Oh? Really? Then let me hear it, with the Chongwu Camp, which is as weak as an ant, how can it be able to step into my territory? Hahahahaha..." At the end, Hua Yu actually laughed out loud, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Zhen Mei opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but at this moment, a heavy force like an overwhelming sea descended upon his fragile neck without warning!

This force was like a towering mountain, pressing down heavily, causing Zhen Mei to have difficulty breathing. His chest rose and fell sharply, but he could not breathe in even a breath of fresh air; a hoarse gurgling sound came from his throat, as if it was being strangled by an invisible hand.

As the pressure continued to increase, Zhen Mei's face turned red as blood, and the veins on his neck and face bulged like hideous and twisted earthworms that could break out of the skin at any time. His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were full of red bloodshot, like two burning fireballs.

At this moment, Hua Yu's cold and ruthless expression happened to fall into Zhen Mei's sight when he raised his head with difficulty. In Zhen Mei's eyes, Hua Yu was like an unattainable and high god, looking down at himself with a contemptuous look - this humble existence in front of him, like an ant struggling to survive.