Essence "The End" 019. (The Kimmiya Family Arc) Freak

"Woo..."
A low, suppressed voice, carrying a deep sense of helplessness, trembled slightly out of Qingyan's throat.

This night was very quiet, very quiet. The full moon in the dark sky tirelessly cast its silver light, spreading across the entire land. The early spring night wind was still chilly, wafting into people's hearts, gloomy and sorrowful.

Qingyan gently got off the bed, stepping carefully. His massive body, over two meters tall, still pressed down on the bed, making it groan in pain. Not daring to look at the cracked mirror, Qingyan pushed open the window, gazed at the moon, and thought about something.

It had been five years since he was rescued from the cliff, exactly five years. This werewolf body had tormented Qingyan deeply for those five years. On every full moon night, Qingyan would uncontrollably transform into a werewolf, assuming this terrifying form. Then, all day long, he would remain this way until midnight on the fifteenth, when he finally reverted.

A werewolf—out of a whole year, twelve days were spent as a werewolf. This was Qingyan, a half-human, half-beast freak!

Qingyan had never rejected his beastly identity, because no matter what, he knew his essence was still human. However, every time he faced his werewolf state, Qingyan felt a deep disgust for himself! Because he was truly afraid to confront the fact that he was a freak!

Qingyan clearly remembered three years ago, the first time he appeared before Mu Gong Xiaoyu as a werewolf. The usually bold and brash young lady, Mu Gong, was directly frightened into fainting and then didn't dare face him for half a year! Even now, Qingyan could still vividly remember the instantaneous contraction of Mu Gong Xiaoyu's pupils, that bone-chilling fear that seemed capable of shattering the soul!

Since that time, Qingyan had developed a deep, genuine hatred for his werewolf identity. To this day, he preferred to forcefully yell rude words at a girl rather than let her see this part of him. Because of this feeling, the fifteenth of each month naturally became Qingyan's day of self-imposed confinement, avoiding all contact.

Touching the soft wolf fur on his body, Qingyan could clearly feel a fierce and relentless power stirring, itching to break free.A long-lost surge of beastly blood gradually boiled within Qingyan's body. However, when that wild, surging energy reached its peak, his whole body suddenly shivered, and Qingyan's body abruptly stiffened. An inexplicably uncomfortable emotion began to spread through his mind.\ Once again!\ This feeling was stifling and unbearable, as if it was also filled with a heavy sense of disdain and unwillingness. Qingyan vaguely sensed that within his bloodline, there was also a strangely innate pride, making him instinctively repel the beastly nature of werewolves. At the same time, it was as if there was a deep, bone-deep reluctance and roar, forced to hide beneath this body!\ Qingyan frowned deeply, completely bewildered by everything within his own body.\ Outside the window, the moon had risen halfway in the sky, illuminating the quiet and serene houses before him. The few houses, numbering no more than ten, were all made of bamboo and wood, simple and plain. A small stream stretched from the forest, winding around and then cheerfully flowing back into the woodland from the other side.\ This was a secluded residence of the Mu Palace family. Beyond this secluded area lay the grand houses of the Mu Palace family, backed by a semi-circular small valley. These two completely different environments combined to form one of the most special places of the Mu Palace family. Although there were no strict rules, on ordinary days, unless under special circumstances, ordinary people were not allowed to enter this secluded residence.\ Because here were the residences and cultivation places of the three current elders of the Mu Palace.\ On a nearby hilltop, facing the wind and standing tall, were these three elders. The bright moonlight illuminated their faces, and they were none other than the three who, five years ago, personally brought Qingyan back from the cliff bottom: Queyue Sanlang and the other two elders.\ Five years had passed, yet it seemed that time had left no trace on them. Mu Gong Qingming still carried the elegant air of a scholar. Mu Gong Chidu still always had a ruddy, glowing face. And Mu Gong Zitian's brooding brows remained unchanged.\ At this moment, they were staring at the only house in the secluded residence still lit with fire, discussing something.\ "It is the night of the full moon on the fifteenth again. Qingyan, this child, will probably turn into that form once more. It's really hard on him; at just over ten years old, he has to endure this."Mu Gong Qingming glanced at the lonely moon in the sky and sighed lightly. Unlike Mu Gong Qingming's pity, Mu Gong Zitian's brows carried a peculiar excitement as he interjected, 'Fated, yet we can only accept it as it is. This child Qingyan is no ordinary person, so how could we compare him to others by standard measures? Moreover, thanks to this child's miraculous nature, we have the opportunity to cultivate with assistance, directly shortening the gap between us and the Celestial Sovereign.'

'Celestial Sovereign, Celestial Sovereign, if this continues, it probably won't take long before we can truly step onto that platform alongside Heaven and Earth, truly becoming one of the strongest of Heaven and Earth.'

Mu Gong Chidu was still fervent in his cultivation, but his mind focused more on issues of strength. However, after glancing at his elder brother Mu Gong Qingming's expression, he rarely showed wisdom by changing the topic, pausing for a moment before saying, 'But this child Qingyan, I don't know why this is so. A werewolf body like this seems to have no records at all.'

After a while, Mu Gong Qingming pondered and said, 'Indeed, we have also searched through countless books, and aside from some carvings appearing in items related to the wolf clan, there have been no true records about werewolves. We can only rely on some basic knowledge. But back when I consulted Fahai, his reaction was strange. I always thought that old Fahai knew something but was unwilling to reveal it.'

'It has appeared, yet there are no records, and coupled with Fahai's deliberate concealment, this matter is quite intriguing,' Mu Gong Zitian said, frowning deeply. However, after pausing and looking at the high-hanging moon, he abandoned all further thoughts and said, 'Putting aside these confusing matters, right now, we should focus on what's important.'

In agreement, the three elders stepped down through the air and slowly stopped in front of Qingyan's dwelling.