The Founder of Diabolism

Chapter 40 Grasses—Part Eight</h3><p>If she were another girl of the same age, she would’ve started screaming immediately. However, since A-Qing had feigned being blind for so many years, a lot of people had put down their guard in front of her, believing that she couldn’t see. She was used to seeing the more sickening sides of people, which had hardened her heart. She somehow managed to not make a sound.</p><p>Even so, Wei WuXian could feel the numbing stiffness that travelled upward from the bottom of her legs.</p><p>Standing amid numerous villagers’ corpses that lay scattered on the ground, Xiao XingChen sheathed his sword and spoke in a solemn voice, "How can it be that there isn’t a single living person inside this village? That all of them are walking corpses?"</p><p>Xue Yang smiled, but the voice that came out of his mouth sounded extremely confused, even somewhat pained, "Yeah. Good thing that your sword points at corpse energy on its own. Or else, with just the two of us, it would’ve been very difficult to break through."</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "Let’s examine the village again. If there really isn’t anyone left, then let’s burn these corpses as soon as possible."</p><p>After they walked side-by-side into the distance, some strength finally returned to A-Qing’s legs. She sneaked out from behind the house to where the piles of corpses were and glanced around on the ground. Wei WuXian’s viewpoint oscillated as well.</p><p>All of these villagers were killed by sharp, clean pierces through the heart, done by Xiao XingChen’s sword. Suddenly, Wei WuXian saw a few familiar faces.</p><p>A few pieces of memory ago, the three of them went outside one day and came upon a few men who had too much free time on their hands, playing dice at a the crossroad of a village. As the three passed the village, the men glanced up and saw a blind man, a blind girl, and a boy who limped, they all laughed and pointed. A-Qing spat at them and brandished her bamboo pole; Xiao XingChen walked passed calmly, as if he didn’t hear anything; Xue Yang even smiled, although his eyes held no trace of any amusement.</p><p>A-Qing flipped over quite a few corpses. Opening their eyelids, she saw that all of them had white eyes. Livor mortis had already climbed over some of their faces. She let out a sigh of relief, but Wei WuXian’s heart sunk even lower.</p><p>Although they looked a lot like walking corpses, these people were indeed living.</p><p>Except that they were under corpse poisoning.</p><p>Near the mouths and noses of a few corpses, Wei WuXian could also see leftover traces of a reddish-purple powder. Of course, the ones who’d been under poisoning for a long time were beyond hope since they had already become walking corpses. However, among them, there were still a few who hadn’t been poisoned for long. They’d start to develop traits of corpses that had transformed, such as emitting corpse energy, but they would still be conscious and be able to speak, which meant that they would still be living. If they were helped, they could still be saved like Lan JingYi and the others. One should truly be careful not to accidentally kill them, since it’d be the same as killing a live human.</p><p>They should’ve been able to talk, to say who they were, to shout for help. However, the awful thing was that somebody had cut all of their tongues off before this. The corners of all of the corpse’s lips seeped blood, either still warm or already dried.</p><p>Although Xiao XingChen couldn’t see, Shuanghua could point out the directions of corpse energy. Because these villagers lost their tongues, they could only make strange howls that was extremely similar to those of walking corpses. Thus, he didn’t doubt at all that the villagers he killed had already died.</p><p>It was a maniatic way to kill others without dirtying his own hand, a merciless way to instead dirty the hand that fed him.</p><p>A-Qing, however, didn’t understand how this worked. She only knew of the rough process, having heard them sometimes being mentioned by Xiao XingChen. She murmured, "Is the bastard really helping Daozhang?"</p><p>Wei WuXian cautioned in silence, <em>Please don’t believe Xue Yang just like this!</em></p><p>Luckily, A-Qing’s intuition was rather sharp. Although her knowledge didn’t allow her to find anything suspicious, her vigilance toward Xue Yang was already deeply rooted in her intuition. She instinctively hated him and refused to settle. And so, whenever Xue Yang went out night-hunting with Xiao XingChen, she’d secretly follow them. Even when they were in the same house, she didn’t lower her guard.</p><p>During one night, the winter winds howled outside. The three of them were crammed inside the smaller room, warming up by the old furnace. Xiao XingChen was mending a basket that had a broken strip of bamboo. A-Qing was draped in the only cotton quilt. Wrapping herself as though she was a zongzi, she sat by his shoulder. Xue Yang held his chin with one hand and had nothing to do. Listening to A-Qing pester Xiao XingChen about telling her a story, he was rather annoyed, "Stop being so noisy. I’ll tie your tongue into a knot if you keep on yapping."</p><p>A-Qing didn’t listen to him at all and demanded, "Daozhang, I wanna hear a story!"</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "When I was young, nobody told me stories. How would I know how to tell one?"</p><p>A-Qing continued the tantrum, and was about to start rolling on the ground when Xiao XingChen finally agreed, "Alright. I’ll tell you a story that happened on a mountain."</p><p>A-Qing, "Once upon a time there was a mountain and on the mountain there was a <strong>temple</strong>?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "No. Once upon a time, there was a celestial mountain that nobody knew of. On the mountain, there was an Immortal who reached <strong>enlightenment</strong>. The Immortal accepted a lot of disciples, but she didn’t let them leave the mountain."</p><p>After hearing the beginning, Wei WuXian understood at once, <em>She’s BaoShan SanRen.</em></p><p>A-Qing, "Why not?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "The Immortal only hid in the mountain because she couldn’t understand the world outside it. She told her disciples, ‘If you are going to leave the mountain, then there’s no need for you to come back. Don’t bring the disputes of the outside world into the mountain.’"</p><p>A-Qing, "Then how can you withstand the boredom? There’d definitely be disciples who want to go outside and play."</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "You’re right. The first disciple who left was very outstanding. When he first left the mountain, due to his mastery over his skills, everyone praised and admired him, and he became a famous cultivator of the righteous path. But afterwards, people don’t know what he went through, but his personality changed drastically, and he suddenly became a villain who killed people without blinking twice. In the end, he died under thousands of swords."</p><p>This was the first disciple of BaoShan SanRen who "didn’t die a peaceful death"—YanLing DaoRen.</p><p>What this <strong>shibo</strong> of Wei WuXian’s went through after leaving the mountain that caused his personality to change so much remained a mystery. It was likely that nobody would ever find out. After Xiao XingChen finished mending the basket, he felt it a few times. He made sure that it wouldn’t hurt the hand, put it down, and continued, "The second disciple was a girl and also very outstanding."</p><p>Wei WuXian’s chest felt warm.</p><p>She was ZangSe SanRen.</p><p>A-Qing, "Is she pretty?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "I don’t know. She was said to be really pretty."</p><p>A-Qing, "Then, I know! There must’ve been a lot of people who liked her and wanted to marry her after she left the mountain. And then, she must’ve married a high-ranking official or the leader of a big sect! Heehee."</p><p>Xiao XingChen laughed, "You guessed wrong. She married the servant of the leader of a big sect, and the two lived happily ever after."</p><p>A-Qing, "I don’t like this. How would an outstanding and beautiful cultivator settle on a servant. This story’s so cliche. It’s probably made up by some poor <strong>scholar</strong>. And then what happened? How was their life like after they lived happily ever after?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "And then the two of them accidentally lost their lives during a night-hunt."</p><p>A-Qing spat, "What sort of story is this?! She not only married a servant, but they died together! I’m not listening anymore!"</p><p>Wei WuXian thought to himself, <em>Good thing that Xiao XingChen didn’t go on and tell her that the two of them gave birth to another big villain that everyone wanted to beat up. Or else, she might be spitting about me.</em></p><p>Xiao XingChen sighed, "This was why I said in the beginning that I don’t know how to tell stories."</p><p>A-Qing, "Then, Daozhang, you must remember the night-hunts you’ve been on, right? I like to hear those! Tell me, what sort of monsters have you fought?"</p><p>Xue Yang had been unfocused on the story, listening with his eyes shut. Now, though, his expression grew a bit more serious. His pupils shrunk, and he glanced at Xiao XingChen.</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "There really are too many."</p><p>Xue Yang suddenly asked, "Really? Then, Daozhang, did you used to night-hunt alone as well?"</p><p>The corners of his lips curled up, indicating that he was up to no good, yet his voice was filled with simple curiosity. After a pause, Xiao XingChen smiled slightly, "No."</p><p>This got A-Qing interested, "Then who else were with you?"</p><p>This time, Xiao XingChen’s pause was longer. After a few moments, he answered, "A very good friend of mine."</p><p>An eerie light flashed inside Xue Yang’s eyes and his smile grew larger. It seemed that peeling off Xiao XingChen’s scabs gave him quite a lot of pleasure. A-Qing, on the other hand, was actually curious, "Daozhang, who’s this friend of yours? What sort of person are they?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen replied calmly, "A sincere man of noble nature."</p><p>Hearing this, Xue Yang rolled his eyes in contempt. His lips moved faintly, as though he cursed at him. However, he purposely pretended that he was confused, "Then, Daozhang, where’s this friend of yours right now? Why hasn’t he come to find you when you’re already like this?</p><p>Wei WuXian, <em>What an insidious knife.</em></p><p>This time, Xiao XingChen didn’t reply. Although A-Qing didn’t know what was going on, she looked as if she also sensed something. Holding her breath, she glared at Xue Yang. She clenched her teeth, as though she wanted to take a bite out of him. After a while of spacing out, Xiao XingChen broke the silence, "Where he is right now, I don’t know either. But, I hope that…"</p><p>Before he finished his sentence, he patted A-Qing’s head, "Alright. That’s it for tonight. I really don’t know how to tell stories. It’s quite embarrassing."</p><p>A-Qing replied obediently, "Oh. Okay!"</p><p>Yet, Xue Yang suddenly spoke up, "Then how about I tell one?"</p><p>A-Qing was just about to feel disappointed. She immediately agreed, "Yes, yes. You tell one."</p><p>Unhurried, Xue Yang began, "Once upon a time, there was a child."</p><p>"The child really liked eating sweet things. But because he had no parents or money, he could rarely eat them. One day, the same as any other day, he was sitting zoned-out on a flight of stairs. Opposite to the stairs, there was a liquor shop. A man sat on a table inside of the shop. As he saw the child, he gestured for him to go over."</p><p>Although this story’s beginning wasn’t that great either, it was definitely a lot better than Xiao XingChen’s cliche one. If A-Qing had a pair of rabbit ears, they must’ve perked up already.</p><p>Xue Yang continued, "Being naive and puzzled, the child had nothing to do anyways. He saw someone wave at him, and immediately ran over. The man pointed at a plate of pastries on the table and asked him, ‘Do you want this?’"</p><p>"Of course he wanted it. He nodded as fast as he could. So, the man gave the child a piece of paper and said, ‘If you want it, take this to a certain room in a certain place. I’ll give it to you after you take the paper.</p><p>"The child was really happy. He could have a plate of pastries if he ran the errand, and he earned the plate of pastries himself.</p><p>"He didn’t know how to read, so he just took the paper and went to the place. After he opened the door, a huge, brawny man came out. He took over the paper and looked at it, and he gave the child a slap so hard that his nose started bleeding. The man pulled the child’s hair and asked, ‘Who told you to take such a thing over?’"</p><p>The child must’ve been Xue Yang himself.</p><p>Wei WuXian could never have imagined that a crafty person like Xue Yang was so honest, so dim-witted when he was young, doing whatever a stranger asked him to do. The things written on the piece of paper definitely wasn’t nice. Most likely, the person at the liquor shop and the brawny man had some conflicts. The former didn’t dare curse at the latter in front of his face, so he told a child on the streets to bring over a humiliating letter instead. Such an act could even be described as perverse.</p><p>Xue Yang, "He felt scared and pointed the direction. The man went to the liquor shop, carrying the child by pulling his hair. The other man had long been gone. The leftover pastries on the table had been taken away by the waiters as well. The man was so angry that he threw over quite a few tables before storming out."</p><p>"The child was really frustrated. He ran an errand for someone, got beaten up, and was held by his hair on the way back. His scalp was almost pulled off. Of course he wouldn’t settle without the pastries. So, he asked a waiter with tears in his eyes, ‘Where are my pastries? Where are the pastries that he said will be mine?"</p><p>Xue Yang continued as he grinned, "The store was in a mess and the waiter was feeling quite cross. He slapped the child a few times, so hard that his ears were even buzzing, and chased him out the door. He crawled up and walked for a while. Guess what? Coincidentally, he ran into the man that made him take the letter again."</p><p>He stopped at this point. A-Qing was just getting engrossed in the story. She hurried him, "And then? What happened?"</p><p>Xue Yang, "What do you think happened? Just a few more slaps and a few more kicks."</p><p>A-Qing, "This was you, right? He liked sweets—it definitely was you! Why were you like this when you were young? If I were you, I would’ve been like ptew, ptew, ptew and spat in his food, and then I’d hit him, and I’d hit him, and I’d hit him…" She danced around, almost hitting Xiao XingChen, who sat by her side.</p><p>Xiao XingChen quickly spoke, "Alright, alright. You finished listening to the story. It’s time to sleep."</p><p>Even as A-Qing was carried by him to the coffin, she was still angrily complaining, "Ugh! Your stories make me so mad! One is so boring that it makes me mad, and the other is so annoying that it makes me mad! Jeez, that guy who made him take the letter was so annoying! I’m so frustrated!"</p><p>After Xiao XingChen tucked her, he walked a few steps, then asked, "What happened afterward?"</p><p>Xue Yang, "Guess. There was no afterward. You didn’t continue telling your story either, did you?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "No matter what happened afterward, since right now your life is fairly adequate, there’s no need for you to dwell too much on the past."</p><p>Xue Yang, "I’m not dwelling on the past. It’s just that the Little Blind keeps on stealing my candy and even finished them, so now I can’t help but remember the days when I couldn’t have any."</p><p>A-Qing kicked the coffin hard and protested, "Daozhang, don’t listen to him! I didn’t really eat that much!"</p><p>Xiao XingChen laughed softly, "Let’s all rest."</p><p>That night, Xue Yang didn’t follow him. Xiao XingChen went out to night-hunt alone. A-Qing lay motionless inside the coffin, but she couldn’t fall asleep.</p><p>When the sky began to brighten, Xiao XingChen came back, not making a sound as he entered.</p><p>As he passed the coffin, he put his hand inside. A-Qing pretended as if she were asleep, and only opened her eyes again after Xiao XingChen left the coffin home. She saw a small piece of candy beside her straw pillow.</p><p>She stuck her head out and looked into the bedroom. Xue Yang wasn’t asleep either. He sat at the table, appearing as if he was thinking about something.</p><p>A piece of candy lay silently on the edge of the table.</p><p>After the night when they talked at the furnace, Xiao XingChen would give both of them a piece of candy everyday. Of course, A-Qing was quite pleased. Xue Yang expressed neither gratitude nor rejection toward this act, which made A-Qing angry </p><p>Xiao XingChen had always been responsible for the three’s meals. Since he was blind, he didn’t know how to select vegetables and was too embarrassed to bargain with others. When he went out alone, it was fine if the vendors were nice, but he sometimes met vendors who purposely took advantage of his blindness. The vegetables that he brought back would be lacking in either quality or quantity. Xiao XingChen didn’t care much himself, or one could say that he didn’t really pay attention to the matter, but A-Qing was often infuriated. In a seething manner, she’d demand to shop for ingredients alongside Xiao XingChen. Unfortunately, even though she could see, she couldn’t express anything. She didn’t dare throw tantrums and knock down the stalls in front of Xiao XingChen either. This was when Xue Yang became useful. With keen eyes and a sharp tongue that came with his delinquent self, if he went outside with them, whenever they wanted to buy something, the first thing he’d do was to shamelessly bargain the price down to a half. If the vendor agreed, he’d bargain even further; if the vendor didn’t, he’d put on a menacing look, and the vendors would start thinking that they were lucky somebody like him would decide to pay at all, hoping for him to leave as soon as possible. Presumably, when he was roaming freely in Kuizhou and Lanling, he probably didn’t have to pay anything for the things he wanted. Now that A-Qing had her anger vented out, out of happiness, she even praised him a few times. And, thanks to the delightful candy everyday, since then, for a short length of time, a delicate peace was maintained between A-Qing and Xue Yang.</p><p>However, she could never let down her guard for Xue Yang. The short periods of peace were also often immediately suppressed by multiple doubts and suspicions.</p><p>One day, A-Qing was playing on the streets again, pretending to be blind. She had been playing the game for her whole life, and hadn’t grown tired of it even once. As she was knocking her bamboo pole while walking around, suddenly, a voice came from behind her, "Young Maiden, if your eyes can’t see, it’s best if you don’t run so fast."</p><p>It was the voice of a young man, which sounded rather cold. A-Qing turned around to see a tall cultivator who wore black robes, standing a few meters away from her. A sword was carried behind his back while a horsetail whisk was in his arm. With an upright posture and drifting sleeves, he had a proud, aloof air to him.</p><p>This man just happened to be Song Lan.</p><p>A-Qing tilted her head. Song Lan had already walked over. Putting his whisk over A-Qing’s shoulder, he led her to the side, "There are less people on the side of the road."</p><p>Wei WuXian commented, <em>They really are good friends, aren’t they? Good friends would have to be similar in character.</em></p><p>A-Qing tittered, "A-Qing is very thankful of Daozhang!"</p><p>Song Lan took his whisk back and held it in his arms again. He glanced at her, "Don’t play around too much. The dark energy here is quite strong. In the future, be careful not to linger outside."</p><p>A-Qing, "Okay!"</p><p>Song Lan nodded and continued walking, but A-Qing couldn’t help but turn around to watch him. After he walked for a while, he stopped a passerby, "Excuse me. Has anyone seen a blind cultivator who carries a sword in the area?"</p><p>At once, A-Qing started to listen carefully. The passerby replied, "I’m not too sure. Daozhang, you can try asking the people over there."</p><p>Song Lan, "Thank you."</p><p>A-Qing tapped her way over, "Daozhang, why are you searching for the other daozhang?"</p><p>Song Lan immediately turned around, "Have you seen him?"</p><p>A-Qing, "Maybe I have, but maybe I haven’t."</p><p>Song Lan, "How can I make it so that you’ve seen him?"</p><p>A-Qing, "If you answer a few questions for me, then maybe I’ll remember that I have. Are you a friend of the daozhang?"</p><p>Song Lan hesitated. He only replied after a few moments, "… Yes."</p><p>Wei WuXian wondered, <em>Why did he hesitate?</em></p><p>A-Qing also felt that his answer was somewhat reluctant. Her suspicion grew again, "Do you really know him? How tall is he? Is he pretty or ugly? What is his sword like?"</p><p>Song Lan answered straight away, "His height is similar to mine. His appearance is rather fine. His sword is carved with patterns of frost."</p><p>Seeing that he answered everything correctly and didn’t look like a bad guy, A-Qing responded, "I know where he is. Daozhang, follow me!"</p><p>Song Lan had already been travelling in search for his close friend for a few years, and had been disappointed countless times. Now that he finally heard news of him, he couldn’t even believe his ears. He managed with effort, "… Thank… Thank you…"</p><p>A-Qing led him until they were near the coffin home, yet Song Lan stopped in his tracks. A-Qing asked, "What’s wrong? Aren’t you gonna go over?"</p><p>For some reason, Song Lan’s face was extremely pale. He stared at the door of the coffin home, as if he would rush inside if he could, but was too scared to do so. The aloof look that he had was completely gone. Wei WuXian guessed, <em>Maybe he’s nervous since they haven’t seen each other for so long?</em></p><p>Just as he made up his mind and was about to go in, a lackadaisical figure strolled inside before he could.</p><p>As he saw who the figure was, Song Lan’s face instantly went from pale to ashen!</p><p>A series of laughter came from the coffin home. A-Qing snorted, "The annoying one is back."</p><p>Song Lan, "Who is he? Why is he here?"</p><p>A-Qing whined, "He’s a bastard. He never told us his name, so who knows who he is? He was saved by Daozhang. Now he sticks to Daozhang all the time. He’s such a pain!"</p><p>Song Lan’s face switched between being surprised and exasperated. After a moment, he spoke, "Be quiet!"</p><p>A-Qing was scared by his expression and obeyed. The two of them silently approached the coffin home, one standing beside the window and the other hiding beneath it. In the coffin home, Xiao XingChen asked, "Whose turn is it today?"</p><p>The instant he heard the voice, Song Lan’s hands trembled so much that A-Qing could clearly see it.</p><p>Xue Yang, "What if, from now on, we don’t take turns anymore? Let’s change it up."</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "You only spoke up because it’s your turn today, didn’t you? How do you want to change it?"</p><p>Xue Yang, "Here. There are two sticks. If you pick the longer one, you don’t have to go; if you pick the shorter one, then you’ll have to go. What do you think?"</p><p>After a moment of silence, Xue Yang laughed, "Yours is short. I win. You’re going!"</p><p>Xiao XingChen said with reluctance, "Alright. I’ll go."</p><p>He sounded as though he finally stood up and started walking toward the door. Wei WuXian cheered, <em>Great. Come outside, quick. It’s best if Song Lan grabs him and runs as soon as he’s out.</em></p><p>However, before he walked very far, Xue Yang spoke up, "Come back. I’ll go."</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "Why are you willing to go, now?"</p><p>Xue Yang stood up as well, "Are you an idiot? I tricked you. I picked the shorter one. It’s just that I’ve been hiding the longest stick behind me, so whichever one you pick, I can take out a longer one. I’m just exploiting the fact that you can’t see."</p><p>He laughed at Xiao XingChen some more and sauntered out, holding a basket in his hand. A-Qing looked up at Song Lan, whose entire body was shaking. She didn’t understand why he was so angry. Song Lan gestured for her to be quiet. Only after the two walked some distance away did Song Lan start asking A-Qing about the details, "This man, when did Xing… when did the daozhang save him?"</p><p>His tone was solemn. A-Qing understood that the situation was no joke, and she answered him seriously as well, "It’s been a long time, a couple of years."</p><p>Song Lan, "The daozhang never found out who he is?"</p><p>A-Qing, "No."</p><p>Song Lan, "What has he done during his stay with the daozhang?"</p><p>A-Qing, "Joke around, bully me, scare me, and… Oh, he also night-hunts with Daozhang!"</p><p>Song Lan frowned, thinking that Xue Yang probably wouldn’t be so nice, "Night-hunt? Night-hunt what things? Do you know?"</p><p>A-Qing didn’t dare to be careless. After some thought, she replied, "They used to often night-hunt walking corpses, sometime in the past. Now it’s usually ghosts, animals that behave weirdly, and so on."</p><p>As he inquired into the matter, Song Lan also felt that something was strange, but he couldn’t find any clues. He continued, "Is the daozhang close with him?"</p><p>Although she didn’t want to admit it, A-Qing still confessed, "I think that Daozhang is really unhappy when he’s alone… He’s finally got someone who cultivates as well… So, I think he sorta likes listening to the bastard tell jokes."</p><p>Song Lan’s face was clouded with both rage and devastation. Amid the confusion, only one thing was for certain:</p><p>He definitely couldn’t tell Xiao XingChen about this!</p><p>He cautioned, "Don’t tell the daozhang anything unnecessary."</p><p>As soon as he finished, he went toward the direction that Xue Yang left in. A-Qing asked, "Daozhang, are you going to beat up that bastard?"</p><p>Song Lan was already far away from her. Wei WuXian thought, <em>Way more than beat him up. He’s going chop Xue Yang into pieces!</em></p><p>Xue Yang went outside holding the vegetable basket. A-Qing knew which path he’d use if he was going to buy vegetables. Taking a shortcut, she sprinted through a part of a forest, her heart beating faster than ever. After chasing for a while, she finally saw Xue Yang’s figure forward of her. He held a basket in one hand, which was filled with cabbages, carrots, steamed buns, and other food. He walked as he yawned lazily. He had probably finished shopping.</p><p>A-Qing had always been good at hiding and eavesdropping. She snuck into a bush beside the forest, moving along with him. Suddenly, Song Lan’s cold voice came from in front of her, "Xue Yang."</p><p>As if someone had poured a bucket of freezing water over his face, or if someone had slapped him awake from a deep sleep, Xue Yang’s expression became scary at once.</p><p>Song Lan came out from behind a tree. His sword had already been unsheathed. He held it in his hand, with the tip pointing to the ground.</p><p>Xue Yang pretended to be surprised, "Oh, isn’t this Daozhang Song? What a rare guest. You here to get a free meal?"</p><p>Song Lan lunged with his sword. Xue Yang immediately shook Jiangzai out of his sleeves, blocked the attack, and backed a few steps. He put the basket under a tree, "You damn cultivator. For once I actually wanted to shop for food, and here you fucking are, spoiling my mood!"</p><p>In a fury, Song Lan’s attacks were aiming for fatality. He shouted in a low voice, "Just what in the world are you scheming?! Why have you spent so long near Xiao XingChen?!"</p><p>Xue Yang laughed, "And I was wondering why Daozhang Song still had business with me. So you want to ask me about this."</p><p>Song Lan raged, "Tell me! Why would a scum like you be so nice as to help him night-hunt?!"</p><p>The wind of the sword brushed against his face. A cut appeared on Xue Yang’s cheek, but he wasn’t surprised at all, "How does Daozhang Song understand me so much?"</p><p>One of the two fought with skills learned from a proper sect, while the other fought with experience from committing crimes. It was obvious that Song Lan was more skilled than Xue Yang. His pierced through Xue Yang’s arm, "Tell me!"</p><p>If not for how the matter was so alarming that Song Lan must know what was going on, the sword might have pierced through the neck instead of the arm. Although Xue Yang was injured, his expression didn’t change at all, "You really wanna hear it? I’m afraid that you might go mad. Some things shouldn’t be made known."</p><p>Song Lan’s voice was colder than ever, "Xue Yang, my patience is running out!"</p><p>With a <em>clang</em>, Xue Yang blocked an attack that was aimed at his eyes. He replied, "Fine, if you’re so keen on hearing it. Do you know what that bestest friend of yours did? He killed a lot of walking corpses. He exercised for the greater good, without asking for anything in return. It’s quite touching, really. Although he dug his eyes out for you and became blind, the good thing was that Shuanghua can point out corpse energy for him. What’s even better? I discovered that if you cut off the tongues of people under corpse poisoning and made it so that they couldn’t speak, Shuanghua couldn’t tell apart living and dead corpses either, so…"</p><p>He explained it in an extremely detailed way. Both SongLan’s arm and sword were trembling, "You monster… You vile monster…"</p><p>Xue Yang, "Daozhang Song, sometimes I feel like that polite people like you are really at a disadvantage when they’re cursing others, because it’s always those few words being repeated over and over again. There’s absolutely no power or creativity at all. I haven’t used these two words to call others ever since I was seven."</p><p>Song Lan was in a towering rage. He attacked again, this time aiming at his throat, "You imposed upon his blindness and fooled him so terribly!"</p><p>The attack was both fast and fatal. Xue Yang managed to dodge it, but it pierced his shoulder nonetheless. As if he couldn’t feel anything, he didn’t even flinch, "His blindness? Daozhang Song, have you forgotten who he dug out his own eyes and became blind for?"</p><p>Hearing this, both Song Lan’s face and movements stiffened.</p><p>Xue Yang continued, "What position are you in to blame me? A friend of his? Are you shameless enough to say that you’re his friend? Hahahaha, Daozhang Song, do I need to remind you of what you said to Xiao XingChen after I wiped out the Baixue Temple? When he worried about you and wanted to help you, what sort of expression did you face him with? What sort of things did you say?"</p><p>Song Lan was in a terrible state of mind, "I! At the time, I…"</p><p>Xue Yang cut him short, "At the time, you were upset? You were pained? You were grieving? You didn’t know where to vent your anger? And that was why you took it out on him? To be fair, the reason why I wiped out your temple was precisely because of him. It’s quite understandable why you took it out on him. In fact, it was exactly what I wanted."</p><p>Every sentence was a critical strike!</p><p>Both Xue Yang’s speech and attacks quickened. His movements becoming calmer and more difficult to defend, he gradually gained the upper hand, yet Song Lan didn’t notice this at all. Xue Yang added, "Well! Who was the one who said ‘from now on, we won’t need to meet again"? Wasn’t it you, Daozhang Song? He listened to your request and disappeared after he dug out his eyes for you, but why have you come to him now? Isn’t this making it a bit too difficult? Daozhang Xiao XingChen, don’t you agree?"</p><p>Hearing this, Song Lan wavered. His attacks hesitated as well!</p><p>Being fooled by such a simple trick, it could be seen that Song Lan’s mind and movements were really disrupted by Xue Yang. Taking advantage of such a perfect chance, with a wave of his hand, corpse-poisoning powder rained from above.</p><p>Nobody had seen this sort of carefully refined corpse-poisoning powder before, including Song Lan. He accidentally breathed in quite a large amount. Immediately knowing that he was in a bad situation, Song Lan started to cough. However, Xue Yang’s Jiangzai had long been waiting. With a cold flash of the sword’s tip, it shot straight into his mouth!</p><p>Instantly, Wei WuXian’s field of vision turned into complete darkness. A-Qing was so scared that she closed her eyes.</p><p>But, he knew already. This was when Song Lan’s tongue had been cut off by Jiangzai.</p><p>The sounds were terrifying.</p><p>A-Qing’s eyes felt warm, but she clenched her teeth tightly, not making a single sound. Her eyes blinked open again. Song Lan managed to keep standing, leaning on his sword. With his other hand, he covered his mouth. Blood seeped incessantly from between his fingers.</p><p>With his tongue cut off by Xue Yang’s sudden attack, Song Lan was under so much agony that he couldn’t even walk. Yet, he still pulled his sword from the ground and staggered toward Xue Yang. Xue Yang dodged the attack easily. A bizarre smile was on his face.</p><p>The next moment, Wei WuXian saw why he smiled in such a way.</p><p>Shuanghua’s silver glare pierced into Song Lan’s chest, then came out from his back.</p><p>Song Lan looked down at Shuanghua’s blade, which penetrated his heart, then slowly looked up again. He saw Xiao XingChen, who calmly held the sword.</p><p>Xiao XingChen wasn’t at all aware of the situation, "Are you there?"</p><p>Song Lan moved his lips soundlessly.</p><p>Xue Yang grinned, "I am. Why are you here?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen pulled out Shuanghua and returned it to its sheath, "Shuanghua behaved strangely. I followed its guidance and came to see." He wondered, "We haven’t seen any walking corpses in this area for quite a while, not to mention one that roamed alone. Did it come here from somewhere else?"</p><p>Slowly, Song Lan fell to his knees before Xiao XingChen.</p><p>Xue Yang glanced down at him, "Probably. It’s making awful noises."</p><p>At such a time, if Song Lan passed his sword to Xiao XingChen’s hands, Xiao XingChen would’ve immediately known who he was. He’d be able to recognize the sword of his closest friend with just a touch.</p><p>Yet, Song Lan could no longer do so. Would he pass the sword to Xiao XingChen, tell him who he had just killed with his own hands?</p><p>This was precisely what Xue Yang was aiming for, thus he had nothing to fear. He turned to Xiao XingChen, "Let’s go. It’s time to cook dinner. I’m hungry already."</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "Have you bought the vegetables?"</p><p>Xue Yang, "Yep. I ran into this thing on my way back. What a bad day."</p><p>Xiao XingChen left first. Xue Yang patted the wounds on his shoulder and arm. He picked up the basket again and, as he passed Song Lan, he smiled and looked down, "No food for you."</p><p>After Xue Yang was long gone and had probably reached the coffin home with Xiao XingChen already, A-Qing finally stood up from behind the bush.</p><p>Her legs had both numbed after squatting for so long. Holding her pole, she limped and wobbled to Song Lan, whose kneeling corpse had already stiffened.</p><p>Song Lan’s death was far from being peaceful. A-Qing jumped from his widely opened eyes. Then, as she saw the blood that spilled out of his mouth, streaming down his chin, staining the front of his shirt, pooling over the ground, large drops of tears rolled from her eyes.</p><p>Although she was scared, A-Qing reached out to close Song Lan’s eyes. She then kneeled in front of him and put her palms together, "Daozhang, please don’t blame me or the other daozhang. If I came out, I’d die anyways, so I had to hide and couldn’t help you. The other daozhang was fooled by that bastard as well. He didn’t do it on purpose. He didn’t know that you were the one he killed!"</p><p>She sobbed on, "I’m going back. Please, let your deceased spirit bless me so that I can get Daozhang Xiao XingChen out of there, bless us so that we can escape the demon’s control. I must not let that monster Xue Yang die in peace. I must cut him into pieces so that he never enters reincarnation again!"</p><p>After her speech, she kowtowed on the ground three loud times. She wiped her face harshly, stood up, encouraged herself, and walked in the direction of Yi City.</p><p>The sky had already darkened when she returned to the coffin home. Xue Yang was peeling apples at the table. Cutting all of the slices into rabbits, he seemed to be a wonderful mood. Anyone who saw him would think that this must be a lively youth. Nobody would be able to imagine what he had just done. Hearing her entrance, Xiao XingChen came out with a plate of cabbage in his hand, "A-Qing, where did you go today? It’s already so late."</p><p>Glancing at her, something suddenly flashed in Xue Yang’s eyes, "What’s wrong? Her eyes are so swollen."</p><p>Xiao XingChen hurried over, "What happened? Did someone bully you?"</p><p>Xue Yang, "Bully her? Who’d be able to bully her?"</p><p>Although he wore a broad smile, he was clearly growing suspicious. Suddenly, A-Qing threw the bamboo pole onto the ground, and started wailing.</p><p>She cried with both tears and a runny nose. Almost hiccuping, she flew into Xiao XingChen’s arms, "Am I ugly? Am I ugly? Daozhang, you have to tell me. Am I really that ugly?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen stroked her head, "Of course not. A-Qing is such a pretty girl. Who said that you’re ugly?"</p><p>Xue Yang commented with disdain, "You’re so ugly. You’re even uglier when you cry."</p><p>Xiao XingChen chided, "Don’t say that."</p><p>A-Qing cried harder. She stomped her feet, "Well, Daozhang, it’s not like you can see! What’s the use if you say I’m pretty? You’re definitely lying to me! He can see. He said I’m ugly, so I must really be that ugly! Both ugly and blind!"</p><p>From all the fuss, both of them naturally believed that some children called her "ugly-pants" or "white-eyed blind girl" when she was outside today, and was feeling frustrated. Xue Yang dismissed, "You came back crying just because they said you’re ugly? Where did your usual unreasonable rudeness go?"</p><p>A-Qing, "I’m not rude! Daozhang, do you have any money left?"</p><p>With a pause, Xiao XingChen replied in embarrassment, "Uh… I think so."</p><p>Xue Yang interrupted, "I can lend you some."</p><p>A-Qing spat, "You’ve been living and eating with us for so long, and you still call it ‘lending’ if we use some of your money! What a miser! You have no shame! Daozhang, I wanna buy pretty clothes and pretty jewelry. Can you come with me?"</p><p>Wei WuXian thought to himself, <em>So she wants to lead Xiao XingChen out of here. But if Xue Yang wants to follow, what should she do?</em></p><p>Xiao XingChen, "Of course I can, but I won’t be able to help you see if they suit you or not."</p><p>Xue Yang interrupted again, "I can help her."</p><p>A-Qing jumped so high that she almost hit Xiao XingChen’s chin, "I don’t care, I don’t care! I only want you! I don’t want him beside me at all. All he’ll say is that I’m ugly! And he’ll call me Little Blind!"</p><p>It wasn’t the first time that she acted in such an unreasonable way. The two of them were already used to it. Xue Yang pulled a face at her, while Xiao XingChen agreed, "Alright. How about tomorrow?"</p><p>A-Qing, "Tonight!"</p><p>Xue Yang, "If you go tonight, all of the markets will have closed. Where else could you possibly go?"</p><p>Having no other choice, A-Qing gave in, "Fine! Then tomorrow it is! It’s a promise!"</p><p>Having failed a first attempt, if she still begged to go outside, Xue Yang would definitely be suspicious again. A-Qing could only drop the matter for now and go to the table for dinner. During the previous ruckus, although her performance was the same as before, appearing more than natural, her stomach had been stretched taut throughout. She had been so nervous that, even now, the hand that she held her bowl with was still trembling. Xue Yang was sitting right at her left. As he glanced sideways at her, her legs stiffened again. Since she was too frightened to eat anything, she conveniently pretended that she was too furious to have an appetite. She spat the food out every time she had a bite. Stabbing her bowl, she muttered and cursed, "You damned bitch. You filthy maid. Well I don’t think you’re any better, slut!"</p><p>Listening to her curse at the nonexistent "filthy maid", Xue Yang couldn’t hold himself from rolling his eyes, while Xiao XingChen spoke, "Don’t waste food."</p><p>Xue Yang’s eyes left A-Qing and turned to Xiao XingChen’s face instead. Wei WuXian thought, <em>It could indeed be justified how the little delinquent could imitate Xiao XingChen in such an accurate way. After all, they sat in front of each other every single day. He’d have lots of time to figure it out.</em></p><p>However, Xiao XingChen was not at all aware of the two pairs of eyes that pointed at him. After all, he was the only one in the room who was truly blind.</p><p>After they finished, Xiao XingChen cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and went in the central chamber again. Unable to sit or stand still, A-Qing wanted to follow him inside, but Xue Yang suddenly called her, "A-Qing."</p><p>A-Qing’s heart immediately skipped a beat. Even Wei WuXian felt the chills that ran from her head down her back.</p><p>She responded, "Why did you suddenly call my name?!"</p><p>Xue Yang, "Didn’t you say yourself that you didn’t wanna be called Little Blind?"</p><p>A-Qing humphed, "People don’t just suddenly act nice to others, unless they’re hiding other intentions! Just what do you want?"</p><p>Xue Yang smiled, "Nothing, really. I just want to teach you what you should do the next time others curse at you."</p><p>A-Qing, "Huh. Tell me, then. What should I do?"</p><p>Xue Yang, "If someone calls you ugly, then make her even uglier. Cut a few dozens of times on her face so that she’ll never have the guts to go outside again. If someone calls you blind, then carve one end of your pole sharp, and stab once in both of her eyes so that she’ll also be blind. Then, see if she dares to bad mouth you again."</p><p>A-Qing’s blood ran cold. She pretended as if she thought he was frightening her, "You’re scaring me again!"</p><p>Xue Yang snorted, "Well, think what you want."</p><p>As he finished, he pushed the plate that held the rabbit-shaped apple slices in front of her, "Eat up."</p><p>Looking at the plate of cute, delicate slices, disgust filled both A-Qing’s and Wei WuXian’s hearts.</p><p>The next day, just as they got up, A-Qing pleaded Xiao XingChen to shop for pretty clothes and makeup alongside her. Xue Yang was annoyed, "If you two are gone, then I’d have to buy today’s food again?"</p><p>A-Qing, "Why can’t you buy it? Think about how many times Daozhang bought them! You’re the only one who bullies and plays tricks on Daozhang all the time!"</p><p>Xue Yang, "Okay, okay. I’ll go buy it. I’ll go right now."</p><p>After he was gone, Xiao XingChen asked, "A-Qing, are you still not ready yet? Can we go now?"</p><p>A-Qing only came inside after she made sure that Xue Yang was long gone. She closed the door and asked in a trembling voice, "Daozhang, do you happen to know someone called Xue Yang?"</p><h3>Translator’s Notes

Chapter 40 Grasses—Part Eight

If she were another girl of the same age, she would’ve started screaming immediately. However, since A-Qing had feigned being blind for so many years, a lot of people had put down their guard in front of her, believing that she couldn’t see. She was used to seeing the more sickening sides of people, which had hardened her heart. She somehow managed to not make a sound.

Even so, Wei WuXian could feel the numbing stiffness that travelled upward from the bottom of her legs.

Standing amid numerous villagers’ corpses that lay scattered on the ground, Xiao XingChen sheathed his sword and spoke in a solemn voice, "How can it be that there isn’t a single living person inside this village? That all of them are walking corpses?"

Xue Yang smiled, but the voice that came out of his mouth sounded extremely confused, even somewhat pained, "Yeah. Good thing that your sword points at corpse energy on its own. Or else, with just the two of us, it would’ve been very difficult to break through."

Xiao XingChen, "Let’s examine the village again. If there really isn’t anyone left, then let’s burn these corpses as soon as possible."

After they walked side-by-side into the distance, some strength finally returned to A-Qing’s legs. She sneaked out from behind the house to where the piles of corpses were and glanced around on the ground. Wei WuXian’s viewpoint oscillated as well.

All of these villagers were killed by sharp, clean pierces through the heart, done by Xiao XingChen’s sword. Suddenly, Wei WuXian saw a few familiar faces.

A few pieces of memory ago, the three of them went outside one day and came upon a few men who had too much free time on their hands, playing dice at a the crossroad of a village. As the three passed the village, the men glanced up and saw a blind man, a blind girl, and a boy who limped, they all laughed and pointed. A-Qing spat at them and brandished her bamboo pole; Xiao XingChen walked passed calmly, as if he didn’t hear anything; Xue Yang even smiled, although his eyes held no trace of any amusement.

A-Qing flipped over quite a few corpses. Opening their eyelids, she saw that all of them had white eyes. Livor mortis had already climbed over some of their faces. She let out a sigh of relief, but Wei WuXian’s heart sunk even lower.

Although they looked a lot like walking corpses, these people were indeed living.

Except that they were under corpse poisoning.

Near the mouths and noses of a few corpses, Wei WuXian could also see leftover traces of a reddish-purple powder. Of course, the ones who’d been under poisoning for a long time were beyond hope since they had already become walking corpses. However, among them, there were still a few who hadn’t been poisoned for long. They’d start to develop traits of corpses that had transformed, such as emitting corpse energy, but they would still be conscious and be able to speak, which meant that they would still be living. If they were helped, they could still be saved like Lan JingYi and the others. One should truly be careful not to accidentally kill them, since it’d be the same as killing a live human.

They should’ve been able to talk, to say who they were, to shout for help. However, the awful thing was that somebody had cut all of their tongues off before this. The corners of all of the corpse’s lips seeped blood, either still warm or already dried.

Although Xiao XingChen couldn’t see, Shuanghua could point out the directions of corpse energy. Because these villagers lost their tongues, they could only make strange howls that was extremely similar to those of walking corpses. Thus, he didn’t doubt at all that the villagers he killed had already died.

It was a maniatic way to kill others without dirtying his own hand, a merciless way to instead dirty the hand that fed him.

A-Qing, however, didn’t understand how this worked. She only knew of the rough process, having heard them sometimes being mentioned by Xiao XingChen. She murmured, "Is the bastard really helping Daozhang?"

Wei WuXian cautioned in silence, Please don’t believe Xue Yang just like this!

Luckily, A-Qing’s intuition was rather sharp. Although her knowledge didn’t allow her to find anything suspicious, her vigilance toward Xue Yang was already deeply rooted in her intuition. She instinctively hated him and refused to settle. And so, whenever Xue Yang went out night-hunting with Xiao XingChen, she’d secretly follow them. Even when they were in the same house, she didn’t lower her guard.

During one night, the winter winds howled outside. The three of them were crammed inside the smaller room, warming up by the old furnace. Xiao XingChen was mending a basket that had a broken strip of bamboo. A-Qing was draped in the only cotton quilt. Wrapping herself as though she was a zongzi, she sat by his shoulder. Xue Yang held his chin with one hand and had nothing to do. Listening to A-Qing pester Xiao XingChen about telling her a story, he was rather annoyed, "Stop being so noisy. I’ll tie your tongue into a knot if you keep on yapping."

A-Qing didn’t listen to him at all and demanded, "Daozhang, I wanna hear a story!"

Xiao XingChen, "When I was young, nobody told me stories. How would I know how to tell one?"

A-Qing continued the tantrum, and was about to start rolling on the ground when Xiao XingChen finally agreed, "Alright. I’ll tell you a story that happened on a mountain."

A-Qing, "Once upon a time there was a mountain and on the mountain there was a temple?"

Xiao XingChen, "No. Once upon a time, there was a celestial mountain that nobody knew of. On the mountain, there was an Immortal who reached enlightenment. The Immortal accepted a lot of disciples, but she didn’t let them leave the mountain."

After hearing the beginning, Wei WuXian understood at once, She’s BaoShan SanRen.

A-Qing, "Why not?"

Xiao XingChen, "The Immortal only hid in the mountain because she couldn’t understand the world outside it. She told her disciples, ‘If you are going to leave the mountain, then there’s no need for you to come back. Don’t bring the disputes of the outside world into the mountain.’"

A-Qing, "Then how can you withstand the boredom? There’d definitely be disciples who want to go outside and play."

Xiao XingChen, "You’re right. The first disciple who left was very outstanding. When he first left the mountain, due to his mastery over his skills, everyone praised and admired him, and he became a famous cultivator of the righteous path. But afterwards, people don’t know what he went through, but his personality changed drastically, and he suddenly became a villain who killed people without blinking twice. In the end, he died under thousands of swords."

This was the first disciple of BaoShan SanRen who "didn’t die a peaceful death"—YanLing DaoRen.

What this shibo of Wei WuXian’s went through after leaving the mountain that caused his personality to change so much remained a mystery. It was likely that nobody would ever find out. After Xiao XingChen finished mending the basket, he felt it a few times. He made sure that it wouldn’t hurt the hand, put it down, and continued, "The second disciple was a girl and also very outstanding."

Wei WuXian’s chest felt warm.

She was ZangSe SanRen.

A-Qing, "Is she pretty?"

Xiao XingChen, "I don’t know. She was said to be really pretty."

A-Qing, "Then, I know! There must’ve been a lot of people who liked her and wanted to marry her after she left the mountain. And then, she must’ve married a high-ranking official or the leader of a big sect! Heehee."

Xiao XingChen laughed, "You guessed wrong. She married the servant of the leader of a big sect, and the two lived happily ever after."

A-Qing, "I don’t like this. How would an outstanding and beautiful cultivator settle on a servant. This story’s so cliche. It’s probably made up by some poor scholar. And then what happened? How was their life like after they lived happily ever after?"

Xiao XingChen, "And then the two of them accidentally lost their lives during a night-hunt."

A-Qing spat, "What sort of story is this?! She not only married a servant, but they died together! I’m not listening anymore!"

Wei WuXian thought to himself, Good thing that Xiao XingChen didn’t go on and tell her that the two of them gave birth to another big villain that everyone wanted to beat up. Or else, she might be spitting about me.

Xiao XingChen sighed, "This was why I said in the beginning that I don’t know how to tell stories."

A-Qing, "Then, Daozhang, you must remember the night-hunts you’ve been on, right? I like to hear those! Tell me, what sort of monsters have you fought?"

Xue Yang had been unfocused on the story, listening with his eyes shut. Now, though, his expression grew a bit more serious. His pupils shrunk, and he glanced at Xiao XingChen.

Xiao XingChen, "There really are too many."

Xue Yang suddenly asked, "Really? Then, Daozhang, did you used to night-hunt alone as well?"

The corners of his lips curled up, indicating that he was up to no good, yet his voice was filled with simple curiosity. After a pause, Xiao XingChen smiled slightly, "No."

This got A-Qing interested, "Then who else were with you?"

This time, Xiao XingChen’s pause was longer. After a few moments, he answered, "A very good friend of mine."

An eerie light flashed inside Xue Yang’s eyes and his smile grew larger. It seemed that peeling off Xiao XingChen’s scabs gave him quite a lot of pleasure. A-Qing, on the other hand, was actually curious, "Daozhang, who’s this friend of yours? What sort of person are they?"

Xiao XingChen replied calmly, "A sincere man of noble nature."

Hearing this, Xue Yang rolled his eyes in contempt. His lips moved faintly, as though he cursed at him. However, he purposely pretended that he was confused, "Then, Daozhang, where’s this friend of yours right now? Why hasn’t he come to find you when you’re already like this?

Wei WuXian, What an insidious knife.

This time, Xiao XingChen didn’t reply. Although A-Qing didn’t know what was going on, she looked as if she also sensed something. Holding her breath, she glared at Xue Yang. She clenched her teeth, as though she wanted to take a bite out of him. After a while of spacing out, Xiao XingChen broke the silence, "Where he is right now, I don’t know either. But, I hope that…"

Before he finished his sentence, he patted A-Qing’s head, "Alright. That’s it for tonight. I really don’t know how to tell stories. It’s quite embarrassing."

A-Qing replied obediently, "Oh. Okay!"

Yet, Xue Yang suddenly spoke up, "Then how about I tell one?"

A-Qing was just about to feel disappointed. She immediately agreed, "Yes, yes. You tell one."

Unhurried, Xue Yang began, "Once upon a time, there was a child."

"The child really liked eating sweet things. But because he had no parents or money, he could rarely eat them. One day, the same as any other day, he was sitting zoned-out on a flight of stairs. Opposite to the stairs, there was a liquor shop. A man sat on a table inside of the shop. As he saw the child, he gestured for him to go over."

Although this story’s beginning wasn’t that great either, it was definitely a lot better than Xiao XingChen’s cliche one. If A-Qing had a pair of rabbit ears, they must’ve perked up already.

Xue Yang continued, "Being naive and puzzled, the child had nothing to do anyways. He saw someone wave at him, and immediately ran over. The man pointed at a plate of pastries on the table and asked him, ‘Do you want this?’"

"Of course he wanted it. He nodded as fast as he could. So, the man gave the child a piece of paper and said, ‘If you want it, take this to a certain room in a certain place. I’ll give it to you after you take the paper.

"The child was really happy. He could have a plate of pastries if he ran the errand, and he earned the plate of pastries himself.

"He didn’t know how to read, so he just took the paper and went to the place. After he opened the door, a huge, brawny man came out. He took over the paper and looked at it, and he gave the child a slap so hard that his nose started bleeding. The man pulled the child’s hair and asked, ‘Who told you to take such a thing over?’"

The child must’ve been Xue Yang himself.

Wei WuXian could never have imagined that a crafty person like Xue Yang was so honest, so dim-witted when he was young, doing whatever a stranger asked him to do. The things written on the piece of paper definitely wasn’t nice. Most likely, the person at the liquor shop and the brawny man had some conflicts. The former didn’t dare curse at the latter in front of his face, so he told a child on the streets to bring over a humiliating letter instead. Such an act could even be described as perverse.

Xue Yang, "He felt scared and pointed the direction. The man went to the liquor shop, carrying the child by pulling his hair. The other man had long been gone. The leftover pastries on the table had been taken away by the waiters as well. The man was so angry that he threw over quite a few tables before storming out."

"The child was really frustrated. He ran an errand for someone, got beaten up, and was held by his hair on the way back. His scalp was almost pulled off. Of course he wouldn’t settle without the pastries. So, he asked a waiter with tears in his eyes, ‘Where are my pastries? Where are the pastries that he said will be mine?"

Xue Yang continued as he grinned, "The store was in a mess and the waiter was feeling quite cross. He slapped the child a few times, so hard that his ears were even buzzing, and chased him out the door. He crawled up and walked for a while. Guess what? Coincidentally, he ran into the man that made him take the letter again."

He stopped at this point. A-Qing was just getting engrossed in the story. She hurried him, "And then? What happened?"

Xue Yang, "What do you think happened? Just a few more slaps and a few more kicks."

A-Qing, "This was you, right? He liked sweets—it definitely was you! Why were you like this when you were young? If I were you, I would’ve been like ptew, ptew, ptew and spat in his food, and then I’d hit him, and I’d hit him, and I’d hit him…" She danced around, almost hitting Xiao XingChen, who sat by her side.

Xiao XingChen quickly spoke, "Alright, alright. You finished listening to the story. It’s time to sleep."

Even as A-Qing was carried by him to the coffin, she was still angrily complaining, "Ugh! Your stories make me so mad! One is so boring that it makes me mad, and the other is so annoying that it makes me mad! Jeez, that guy who made him take the letter was so annoying! I’m so frustrated!"

After Xiao XingChen tucked her, he walked a few steps, then asked, "What happened afterward?"

Xue Yang, "Guess. There was no afterward. You didn’t continue telling your story either, did you?"

Xiao XingChen, "No matter what happened afterward, since right now your life is fairly adequate, there’s no need for you to dwell too much on the past."

Xue Yang, "I’m not dwelling on the past. It’s just that the Little Blind keeps on stealing my candy and even finished them, so now I can’t help but remember the days when I couldn’t have any."

A-Qing kicked the coffin hard and protested, "Daozhang, don’t listen to him! I didn’t really eat that much!"

Xiao XingChen laughed softly, "Let’s all rest."

That night, Xue Yang didn’t follow him. Xiao XingChen went out to night-hunt alone. A-Qing lay motionless inside the coffin, but she couldn’t fall asleep.

When the sky began to brighten, Xiao XingChen came back, not making a sound as he entered.

As he passed the coffin, he put his hand inside. A-Qing pretended as if she were asleep, and only opened her eyes again after Xiao XingChen left the coffin home. She saw a small piece of candy beside her straw pillow.

She stuck her head out and looked into the bedroom. Xue Yang wasn’t asleep either. He sat at the table, appearing as if he was thinking about something.

A piece of candy lay silently on the edge of the table.

After the night when they talked at the furnace, Xiao XingChen would give both of them a piece of candy everyday. Of course, A-Qing was quite pleased. Xue Yang expressed neither gratitude nor rejection toward this act, which made A-Qing angry

Xiao XingChen had always been responsible for the three’s meals. Since he was blind, he didn’t know how to select vegetables and was too embarrassed to bargain with others. When he went out alone, it was fine if the vendors were nice, but he sometimes met vendors who purposely took advantage of his blindness. The vegetables that he brought back would be lacking in either quality or quantity. Xiao XingChen didn’t care much himself, or one could say that he didn’t really pay attention to the matter, but A-Qing was often infuriated. In a seething manner, she’d demand to shop for ingredients alongside Xiao XingChen. Unfortunately, even though she could see, she couldn’t express anything. She didn’t dare throw tantrums and knock down the stalls in front of Xiao XingChen either. This was when Xue Yang became useful. With keen eyes and a sharp tongue that came with his delinquent self, if he went outside with them, whenever they wanted to buy something, the first thing he’d do was to shamelessly bargain the price down to a half. If the vendor agreed, he’d bargain even further; if the vendor didn’t, he’d put on a menacing look, and the vendors would start thinking that they were lucky somebody like him would decide to pay at all, hoping for him to leave as soon as possible. Presumably, when he was roaming freely in Kuizhou and Lanling, he probably didn’t have to pay anything for the things he wanted. Now that A-Qing had her anger vented out, out of happiness, she even praised him a few times. And, thanks to the delightful candy everyday, since then, for a short length of time, a delicate peace was maintained between A-Qing and Xue Yang.

However, she could never let down her guard for Xue Yang. The short periods of peace were also often immediately suppressed by multiple doubts and suspicions.

One day, A-Qing was playing on the streets again, pretending to be blind. She had been playing the game for her whole life, and hadn’t grown tired of it even once. As she was knocking her bamboo pole while walking around, suddenly, a voice came from behind her, "Young Maiden, if your eyes can’t see, it’s best if you don’t run so fast."

It was the voice of a young man, which sounded rather cold. A-Qing turned around to see a tall cultivator who wore black robes, standing a few meters away from her. A sword was carried behind his back while a horsetail whisk was in his arm. With an upright posture and drifting sleeves, he had a proud, aloof air to him.

This man just happened to be Song Lan.

A-Qing tilted her head. Song Lan had already walked over. Putting his whisk over A-Qing’s shoulder, he led her to the side, "There are less people on the side of the road."

Wei WuXian commented, They really are good friends, aren’t they? Good friends would have to be similar in character.

A-Qing tittered, "A-Qing is very thankful of Daozhang!"

Song Lan took his whisk back and held it in his arms again. He glanced at her, "Don’t play around too much. The dark energy here is quite strong. In the future, be careful not to linger outside."

A-Qing, "Okay!"

Song Lan nodded and continued walking, but A-Qing couldn’t help but turn around to watch him. After he walked for a while, he stopped a passerby, "Excuse me. Has anyone seen a blind cultivator who carries a sword in the area?"

At once, A-Qing started to listen carefully. The passerby replied, "I’m not too sure. Daozhang, you can try asking the people over there."

Song Lan, "Thank you."

A-Qing tapped her way over, "Daozhang, why are you searching for the other daozhang?"

Song Lan immediately turned around, "Have you seen him?"

A-Qing, "Maybe I have, but maybe I haven’t."

Song Lan, "How can I make it so that you’ve seen him?"

A-Qing, "If you answer a few questions for me, then maybe I’ll remember that I have. Are you a friend of the daozhang?"

Song Lan hesitated. He only replied after a few moments, "… Yes."

Wei WuXian wondered, Why did he hesitate?

A-Qing also felt that his answer was somewhat reluctant. Her suspicion grew again, "Do you really know him? How tall is he? Is he pretty or ugly? What is his sword like?"

Song Lan answered straight away, "His height is similar to mine. His appearance is rather fine. His sword is carved with patterns of frost."

Seeing that he answered everything correctly and didn’t look like a bad guy, A-Qing responded, "I know where he is. Daozhang, follow me!"

Song Lan had already been travelling in search for his close friend for a few years, and had been disappointed countless times. Now that he finally heard news of him, he couldn’t even believe his ears. He managed with effort, "… Thank… Thank you…"

A-Qing led him until they were near the coffin home, yet Song Lan stopped in his tracks. A-Qing asked, "What’s wrong? Aren’t you gonna go over?"

For some reason, Song Lan’s face was extremely pale. He stared at the door of the coffin home, as if he would rush inside if he could, but was too scared to do so. The aloof look that he had was completely gone. Wei WuXian guessed, Maybe he’s nervous since they haven’t seen each other for so long?

Just as he made up his mind and was about to go in, a lackadaisical figure strolled inside before he could.

As he saw who the figure was, Song Lan’s face instantly went from pale to ashen!

A series of laughter came from the coffin home. A-Qing snorted, "The annoying one is back."

Song Lan, "Who is he? Why is he here?"

A-Qing whined, "He’s a bastard. He never told us his name, so who knows who he is? He was saved by Daozhang. Now he sticks to Daozhang all the time. He’s such a pain!"

Song Lan’s face switched between being surprised and exasperated. After a moment, he spoke, "Be quiet!"

A-Qing was scared by his expression and obeyed. The two of them silently approached the coffin home, one standing beside the window and the other hiding beneath it. In the coffin home, Xiao XingChen asked, "Whose turn is it today?"

The instant he heard the voice, Song Lan’s hands trembled so much that A-Qing could clearly see it.

Xue Yang, "What if, from now on, we don’t take turns anymore? Let’s change it up."

Xiao XingChen, "You only spoke up because it’s your turn today, didn’t you? How do you want to change it?"

Xue Yang, "Here. There are two sticks. If you pick the longer one, you don’t have to go; if you pick the shorter one, then you’ll have to go. What do you think?"

After a moment of silence, Xue Yang laughed, "Yours is short. I win. You’re going!"

Xiao XingChen said with reluctance, "Alright. I’ll go."

He sounded as though he finally stood up and started walking toward the door. Wei WuXian cheered, Great. Come outside, quick. It’s best if Song Lan grabs him and runs as soon as he’s out.

However, before he walked very far, Xue Yang spoke up, "Come back. I’ll go."

Xiao XingChen, "Why are you willing to go, now?"

Xue Yang stood up as well, "Are you an idiot? I tricked you. I picked the shorter one. It’s just that I’ve been hiding the longest stick behind me, so whichever one you pick, I can take out a longer one. I’m just exploiting the fact that you can’t see."

He laughed at Xiao XingChen some more and sauntered out, holding a basket in his hand. A-Qing looked up at Song Lan, whose entire body was shaking. She didn’t understand why he was so angry. Song Lan gestured for her to be quiet. Only after the two walked some distance away did Song Lan start asking A-Qing about the details, "This man, when did Xing… when did the daozhang save him?"

His tone was solemn. A-Qing understood that the situation was no joke, and she answered him seriously as well, "It’s been a long time, a couple of years."

Song Lan, "The daozhang never found out who he is?"

A-Qing, "No."

Song Lan, "What has he done during his stay with the daozhang?"

A-Qing, "Joke around, bully me, scare me, and… Oh, he also night-hunts with Daozhang!"

Song Lan frowned, thinking that Xue Yang probably wouldn’t be so nice, "Night-hunt? Night-hunt what things? Do you know?"

A-Qing didn’t dare to be careless. After some thought, she replied, "They used to often night-hunt walking corpses, sometime in the past. Now it’s usually ghosts, animals that behave weirdly, and so on."

As he inquired into the matter, Song Lan also felt that something was strange, but he couldn’t find any clues. He continued, "Is the daozhang close with him?"

Although she didn’t want to admit it, A-Qing still confessed, "I think that Daozhang is really unhappy when he’s alone… He’s finally got someone who cultivates as well… So, I think he sorta likes listening to the bastard tell jokes."

Song Lan’s face was clouded with both rage and devastation. Amid the confusion, only one thing was for certain:

He definitely couldn’t tell Xiao XingChen about this!

He cautioned, "Don’t tell the daozhang anything unnecessary."

As soon as he finished, he went toward the direction that Xue Yang left in. A-Qing asked, "Daozhang, are you going to beat up that bastard?"

Song Lan was already far away from her. Wei WuXian thought, Way more than beat him up. He’s going chop Xue Yang into pieces!

Xue Yang went outside holding the vegetable basket. A-Qing knew which path he’d use if he was going to buy vegetables. Taking a shortcut, she sprinted through a part of a forest, her heart beating faster than ever. After chasing for a while, she finally saw Xue Yang’s figure forward of her. He held a basket in one hand, which was filled with cabbages, carrots, steamed buns, and other food. He walked as he yawned lazily. He had probably finished shopping.

A-Qing had always been good at hiding and eavesdropping. She snuck into a bush beside the forest, moving along with him. Suddenly, Song Lan’s cold voice came from in front of her, "Xue Yang."

As if someone had poured a bucket of freezing water over his face, or if someone had slapped him awake from a deep sleep, Xue Yang’s expression became scary at once.

Song Lan came out from behind a tree. His sword had already been unsheathed. He held it in his hand, with the tip pointing to the ground.

Xue Yang pretended to be surprised, "Oh, isn’t this Daozhang Song? What a rare guest. You here to get a free meal?"

Song Lan lunged with his sword. Xue Yang immediately shook Jiangzai out of his sleeves, blocked the attack, and backed a few steps. He put the basket under a tree, "You damn cultivator. For once I actually wanted to shop for food, and here you fucking are, spoiling my mood!"

In a fury, Song Lan’s attacks were aiming for fatality. He shouted in a low voice, "Just what in the world are you scheming?! Why have you spent so long near Xiao XingChen?!"

Xue Yang laughed, "And I was wondering why Daozhang Song still had business with me. So you want to ask me about this."

Song Lan raged, "Tell me! Why would a scum like you be so nice as to help him night-hunt?!"

The wind of the sword brushed against his face. A cut appeared on Xue Yang’s cheek, but he wasn’t surprised at all, "How does Daozhang Song understand me so much?"

One of the two fought with skills learned from a proper sect, while the other fought with experience from committing crimes. It was obvious that Song Lan was more skilled than Xue Yang. His pierced through Xue Yang’s arm, "Tell me!"

If not for how the matter was so alarming that Song Lan must know what was going on, the sword might have pierced through the neck instead of the arm. Although Xue Yang was injured, his expression didn’t change at all, "You really wanna hear it? I’m afraid that you might go mad. Some things shouldn’t be made known."

Song Lan’s voice was colder than ever, "Xue Yang, my patience is running out!"

With a clang, Xue Yang blocked an attack that was aimed at his eyes. He replied, "Fine, if you’re so keen on hearing it. Do you know what that bestest friend of yours did? He killed a lot of walking corpses. He exercised for the greater good, without asking for anything in return. It’s quite touching, really. Although he dug his eyes out for you and became blind, the good thing was that Shuanghua can point out corpse energy for him. What’s even better? I discovered that if you cut off the tongues of people under corpse poisoning and made it so that they couldn’t speak, Shuanghua couldn’t tell apart living and dead corpses either, so…"

He explained it in an extremely detailed way. Both SongLan’s arm and sword were trembling, "You monster… You vile monster…"

Xue Yang, "Daozhang Song, sometimes I feel like that polite people like you are really at a disadvantage when they’re cursing others, because it’s always those few words being repeated over and over again. There’s absolutely no power or creativity at all. I haven’t used these two words to call others ever since I was seven."

Song Lan was in a towering rage. He attacked again, this time aiming at his throat, "You imposed upon his blindness and fooled him so terribly!"

The attack was both fast and fatal. Xue Yang managed to dodge it, but it pierced his shoulder nonetheless. As if he couldn’t feel anything, he didn’t even flinch, "His blindness? Daozhang Song, have you forgotten who he dug out his own eyes and became blind for?"

Hearing this, both Song Lan’s face and movements stiffened.

Xue Yang continued, "What position are you in to blame me? A friend of his? Are you shameless enough to say that you’re his friend? Hahahaha, Daozhang Song, do I need to remind you of what you said to Xiao XingChen after I wiped out the Baixue Temple? When he worried about you and wanted to help you, what sort of expression did you face him with? What sort of things did you say?"

Song Lan was in a terrible state of mind, "I! At the time, I…"

Xue Yang cut him short, "At the time, you were upset? You were pained? You were grieving? You didn’t know where to vent your anger? And that was why you took it out on him? To be fair, the reason why I wiped out your temple was precisely because of him. It’s quite understandable why you took it out on him. In fact, it was exactly what I wanted."

Every sentence was a critical strike!

Both Xue Yang’s speech and attacks quickened. His movements becoming calmer and more difficult to defend, he gradually gained the upper hand, yet Song Lan didn’t notice this at all. Xue Yang added, "Well! Who was the one who said ‘from now on, we won’t need to meet again"? Wasn’t it you, Daozhang Song? He listened to your request and disappeared after he dug out his eyes for you, but why have you come to him now? Isn’t this making it a bit too difficult? Daozhang Xiao XingChen, don’t you agree?"

Hearing this, Song Lan wavered. His attacks hesitated as well!

Being fooled by such a simple trick, it could be seen that Song Lan’s mind and movements were really disrupted by Xue Yang. Taking advantage of such a perfect chance, with a wave of his hand, corpse-poisoning powder rained from above.

Nobody had seen this sort of carefully refined corpse-poisoning powder before, including Song Lan. He accidentally breathed in quite a large amount. Immediately knowing that he was in a bad situation, Song Lan started to cough. However, Xue Yang’s Jiangzai had long been waiting. With a cold flash of the sword’s tip, it shot straight into his mouth!

Instantly, Wei WuXian’s field of vision turned into complete darkness. A-Qing was so scared that she closed her eyes.

But, he knew already. This was when Song Lan’s tongue had been cut off by Jiangzai.

The sounds were terrifying.

A-Qing’s eyes felt warm, but she clenched her teeth tightly, not making a single sound. Her eyes blinked open again. Song Lan managed to keep standing, leaning on his sword. With his other hand, he covered his mouth. Blood seeped incessantly from between his fingers.

With his tongue cut off by Xue Yang’s sudden attack, Song Lan was under so much agony that he couldn’t even walk. Yet, he still pulled his sword from the ground and staggered toward Xue Yang. Xue Yang dodged the attack easily. A bizarre smile was on his face.

The next moment, Wei WuXian saw why he smiled in such a way.

Shuanghua’s silver glare pierced into Song Lan’s chest, then came out from his back.

Song Lan looked down at Shuanghua’s blade, which penetrated his heart, then slowly looked up again. He saw Xiao XingChen, who calmly held the sword.

Xiao XingChen wasn’t at all aware of the situation, "Are you there?"

Song Lan moved his lips soundlessly.

Xue Yang grinned, "I am. Why are you here?"

Xiao XingChen pulled out Shuanghua and returned it to its sheath, "Shuanghua behaved strangely. I followed its guidance and came to see." He wondered, "We haven’t seen any walking corpses in this area for quite a while, not to mention one that roamed alone. Did it come here from somewhere else?"

Slowly, Song Lan fell to his knees before Xiao XingChen.

Xue Yang glanced down at him, "Probably. It’s making awful noises."

At such a time, if Song Lan passed his sword to Xiao XingChen’s hands, Xiao XingChen would’ve immediately known who he was. He’d be able to recognize the sword of his closest friend with just a touch.

Yet, Song Lan could no longer do so. Would he pass the sword to Xiao XingChen, tell him who he had just killed with his own hands?

This was precisely what Xue Yang was aiming for, thus he had nothing to fear. He turned to Xiao XingChen, "Let’s go. It’s time to cook dinner. I’m hungry already."

Xiao XingChen, "Have you bought the vegetables?"

Xue Yang, "Yep. I ran into this thing on my way back. What a bad day."

Xiao XingChen left first. Xue Yang patted the wounds on his shoulder and arm. He picked up the basket again and, as he passed Song Lan, he smiled and looked down, "No food for you."

After Xue Yang was long gone and had probably reached the coffin home with Xiao XingChen already, A-Qing finally stood up from behind the bush.

Her legs had both numbed after squatting for so long. Holding her pole, she limped and wobbled to Song Lan, whose kneeling corpse had already stiffened.

Song Lan’s death was far from being peaceful. A-Qing jumped from his widely opened eyes. Then, as she saw the blood that spilled out of his mouth, streaming down his chin, staining the front of his shirt, pooling over the ground, large drops of tears rolled from her eyes.

Although she was scared, A-Qing reached out to close Song Lan’s eyes. She then kneeled in front of him and put her palms together, "Daozhang, please don’t blame me or the other daozhang. If I came out, I’d die anyways, so I had to hide and couldn’t help you. The other daozhang was fooled by that bastard as well. He didn’t do it on purpose. He didn’t know that you were the one he killed!"

She sobbed on, "I’m going back. Please, let your deceased spirit bless me so that I can get Daozhang Xiao XingChen out of there, bless us so that we can escape the demon’s control. I must not let that monster Xue Yang die in peace. I must cut him into pieces so that he never enters reincarnation again!"

After her speech, she kowtowed on the ground three loud times. She wiped her face harshly, stood up, encouraged herself, and walked in the direction of Yi City.

The sky had already darkened when she returned to the coffin home. Xue Yang was peeling apples at the table. Cutting all of the slices into rabbits, he seemed to be a wonderful mood. Anyone who saw him would think that this must be a lively youth. Nobody would be able to imagine what he had just done. Hearing her entrance, Xiao XingChen came out with a plate of cabbage in his hand, "A-Qing, where did you go today? It’s already so late."

Glancing at her, something suddenly flashed in Xue Yang’s eyes, "What’s wrong? Her eyes are so swollen."

Xiao XingChen hurried over, "What happened? Did someone bully you?"

Xue Yang, "Bully her? Who’d be able to bully her?"

Although he wore a broad smile, he was clearly growing suspicious. Suddenly, A-Qing threw the bamboo pole onto the ground, and started wailing.

She cried with both tears and a runny nose. Almost hiccuping, she flew into Xiao XingChen’s arms, "Am I ugly? Am I ugly? Daozhang, you have to tell me. Am I really that ugly?"

Xiao XingChen stroked her head, "Of course not. A-Qing is such a pretty girl. Who said that you’re ugly?"

Xue Yang commented with disdain, "You’re so ugly. You’re even uglier when you cry."

Xiao XingChen chided, "Don’t say that."

A-Qing cried harder. She stomped her feet, "Well, Daozhang, it’s not like you can see! What’s the use if you say I’m pretty? You’re definitely lying to me! He can see. He said I’m ugly, so I must really be that ugly! Both ugly and blind!"

From all the fuss, both of them naturally believed that some children called her "ugly-pants" or "white-eyed blind girl" when she was outside today, and was feeling frustrated. Xue Yang dismissed, "You came back crying just because they said you’re ugly? Where did your usual unreasonable rudeness go?"

A-Qing, "I’m not rude! Daozhang, do you have any money left?"

With a pause, Xiao XingChen replied in embarrassment, "Uh… I think so."

Xue Yang interrupted, "I can lend you some."

A-Qing spat, "You’ve been living and eating with us for so long, and you still call it ‘lending’ if we use some of your money! What a miser! You have no shame! Daozhang, I wanna buy pretty clothes and pretty jewelry. Can you come with me?"

Wei WuXian thought to himself, So she wants to lead Xiao XingChen out of here. But if Xue Yang wants to follow, what should she do?

Xiao XingChen, "Of course I can, but I won’t be able to help you see if they suit you or not."

Xue Yang interrupted again, "I can help her."

A-Qing jumped so high that she almost hit Xiao XingChen’s chin, "I don’t care, I don’t care! I only want you! I don’t want him beside me at all. All he’ll say is that I’m ugly! And he’ll call me Little Blind!"

It wasn’t the first time that she acted in such an unreasonable way. The two of them were already used to it. Xue Yang pulled a face at her, while Xiao XingChen agreed, "Alright. How about tomorrow?"

A-Qing, "Tonight!"

Xue Yang, "If you go tonight, all of the markets will have closed. Where else could you possibly go?"

Having no other choice, A-Qing gave in, "Fine! Then tomorrow it is! It’s a promise!"

Having failed a first attempt, if she still begged to go outside, Xue Yang would definitely be suspicious again. A-Qing could only drop the matter for now and go to the table for dinner. During the previous ruckus, although her performance was the same as before, appearing more than natural, her stomach had been stretched taut throughout. She had been so nervous that, even now, the hand that she held her bowl with was still trembling. Xue Yang was sitting right at her left. As he glanced sideways at her, her legs stiffened again. Since she was too frightened to eat anything, she conveniently pretended that she was too furious to have an appetite. She spat the food out every time she had a bite. Stabbing her bowl, she muttered and cursed, "You damned bitch. You filthy maid. Well I don’t think you’re any better, slut!"

Listening to her curse at the nonexistent "filthy maid", Xue Yang couldn’t hold himself from rolling his eyes, while Xiao XingChen spoke, "Don’t waste food."

Xue Yang’s eyes left A-Qing and turned to Xiao XingChen’s face instead. Wei WuXian thought, It could indeed be justified how the little delinquent could imitate Xiao XingChen in such an accurate way. After all, they sat in front of each other every single day. He’d have lots of time to figure it out.

However, Xiao XingChen was not at all aware of the two pairs of eyes that pointed at him. After all, he was the only one in the room who was truly blind.

After they finished, Xiao XingChen cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and went in the central chamber again. Unable to sit or stand still, A-Qing wanted to follow him inside, but Xue Yang suddenly called her, "A-Qing."

A-Qing’s heart immediately skipped a beat. Even Wei WuXian felt the chills that ran from her head down her back.

She responded, "Why did you suddenly call my name?!"

Xue Yang, "Didn’t you say yourself that you didn’t wanna be called Little Blind?"

A-Qing humphed, "People don’t just suddenly act nice to others, unless they’re hiding other intentions! Just what do you want?"

Xue Yang smiled, "Nothing, really. I just want to teach you what you should do the next time others curse at you."

A-Qing, "Huh. Tell me, then. What should I do?"

Xue Yang, "If someone calls you ugly, then make her even uglier. Cut a few dozens of times on her face so that she’ll never have the guts to go outside again. If someone calls you blind, then carve one end of your pole sharp, and stab once in both of her eyes so that she’ll also be blind. Then, see if she dares to bad mouth you again."

A-Qing’s blood ran cold. She pretended as if she thought he was frightening her, "You’re scaring me again!"

Xue Yang snorted, "Well, think what you want."

As he finished, he pushed the plate that held the rabbit-shaped apple slices in front of her, "Eat up."

Looking at the plate of cute, delicate slices, disgust filled both A-Qing’s and Wei WuXian’s hearts.

The next day, just as they got up, A-Qing pleaded Xiao XingChen to shop for pretty clothes and makeup alongside her. Xue Yang was annoyed, "If you two are gone, then I’d have to buy today’s food again?"

A-Qing, "Why can’t you buy it? Think about how many times Daozhang bought them! You’re the only one who bullies and plays tricks on Daozhang all the time!"

Xue Yang, "Okay, okay. I’ll go buy it. I’ll go right now."

After he was gone, Xiao XingChen asked, "A-Qing, are you still not ready yet? Can we go now?"

A-Qing only came inside after she made sure that Xue Yang was long gone. She closed the door and asked in a trembling voice, "Daozhang, do you happen to know someone called Xue Yang?"

Translator’s Notes

Temple: The storyline of "Once upon a time there was a mountain and on the mountain there was a temple" is from a classic Chinese children’s rhyme that repeats itself over and over again, often used by adults to get children to sleep.

Enlightenment: This means that she has already gained immortality, what every cultivator is aiming to do.

Shibo: This is similar to a shishu. Whereas shishu refers to one’s parent’s shidi, shibo refers to one’s parent’s shixiong.

Scholar: In Ancient China, there was a time when scholars were heavily frowned upon, especially associated with poorness.

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Chapter 41 Grasses—Part Nine</h3><p>Xiao XingChen’s smile froze.</p><p>The words "Xue Yang" were too big of a shock to him. His complexion was quite pale to start with. After he heard the name, all of the blood drained from his face. His lips were almost a shade of pink-tinted white.</p><p>As if he wasn’t sure, Xiao XingChen asked in a low voice, "… Xue Yang?" He was suddenly startled, "A-Qing, how did you learn of this name?"</p><p>A-Qing, "Xue Yang is the person with us! He’s that bastard!"</p><p>Xiao XingChen stammered in confusion, "The person with us? … The person with us…" He shook his head, as though he was feeling somewhat dizzy, "How did you know?"</p><p>A-Qing, "I heard him kill someone!"</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "He killed someone? Who did he kill?"</p><p>A-Qing, "A woman! She’s very young. I think she had a sword with her. Xue Yang was hiding a sword on him as well. It was because I heard them fighting. They were really loud. The woman kept on calling him ‘Xue Yang’, and said that he ‘wiped out the temple’, that he ‘killed countless people’, and that he should be ‘rightfully punished’. Oh heaven, he’s out of his mind! He’s been hiding beside us all along, and I don’t even know what he’s trying to do!"</p><p>A-Qing stayed awake the whole night, making up lies in her mind. First, she definitely couldn’t let Daozhang know that he killed living humans thinking that they were walking corpses. She couldn’t let him know that he killed Song Lan with his own hands either. So, although it’d be unfair to Daozhang, she couldn’t tell him about Daozhang Song’s death no matter what. The best would be for Xiao XingChen to run away as far as he could after he discovered who Xue Yang was!</p><p>Yet, the news was too hard for him to accept. And, it also sounded rather absurd. Xiao XingChen couldn’t believe it at all, "But his voice is different. And…"</p><p>A-Qing was so frustrated that she kept on knocking her pole on the ground, "He purposely made it so that his voice is different! He’s afraid that you’ll recognize him!" Suddenly, an idea popped up, "Oh right! Right, right! He has nine fingers. Daozhang, do you know? Did Xue Yang also have nine fingers? You’ve definitely seen him before, right?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen staggered, almost falling to the ground.</p><p>A-Qing immediately helped him to the table, where they both sat down slowly. After a while, Xiao XingChen spoke again, "But, A-Qing, how did you find out that he has nine fingers? Have you touched his hand before? If he really is Xue Yang, though, how would he have let you touch his left hand for you to discover it?"</p><p>A-Qing clenched her teeth, "… Daozhang! Let me tell you the truth! I’m not blind. I can see! I didn’t touch his hands, but saw them instead!"</p><p>Each shock was greater than the previous. Xiao XingChen was almost at a loss for words, "What did you say? You can see?"</p><p>Although A-Qing was afraid, she couldn’t hide the truth any longer. She apologized and apologized, "I’m sorry, Daozhang! I didn’t lie to you on purpose! I was scared that if you knew that I’m not blind, you’d chase me away! But please don’t blame me for now. Let’s run away together. He’ll be back after he finishes shopping for food!"</p><p>Suddenly, she closed her mouth.</p><p>The bandages that wrapped around Xiao XingChen’s eyes were initially white. Now, though, two smudges of red seeped from within. The blood grew more and more and eventually leaked through the bandages, trickling down from where his eyes once were.</p><p>A-Qing cried out, "Daozhang, you’re bleeding!"</p><p>Xiao XingChen seemed as if he had just noticed. With a faint exclamation, he reached his hand to his face. When he took it away, it was covered in blood. With quivering hands, A-Qing helped him wipe some off. Yet, the harder she tried, the more blood there was. Xiao XingChen raised a hand, "I’m fine… I’m fine."</p><p>Originally, the injury of his eyes would bleed whenever he had excessive thoughts or emotions, but it hadn’t recurred in quite a long while. Wei WuXian even thought that it had healed already. Today, though, it started to bleed again.</p><p>Xiao XingChen murmured, "But… But if he really is Xue Yang, why would it be like this? Why didn’t he kill me in the beginning, and even stayed by my side for so many years? Why would this be Xue Yang?"</p><p>A-Qing, "Of course he wanted to kill you in the beginning! I’ve seen his eyes before. They were meaner than mean and scarier than scary! But since he was injured and couldn’t move, he needed someone to care for him! I didn’t know him. If I did and knew that he was a killing machine, I would’ve stabbed him to death when he was in the bush! Daozhang, let’s run! Alright?"</p><p>Yet, in his heart, Wei WuXian sighed, <em>That’d be impossible. If she didn’t tell Xiao XingChen, he would’ve continued living like this with Xue Yang. Now that she told Xiao XingChen, he wouldn’t simply run away either. He’d definitely ask Xue Yang directly. There’s no solution to this.</em></p><p>As he had expected, after Xiao XingChen managed to calm down, he told A-Qing, "A-Qing, run away."</p><p>His voice was slightly hoarse. A-Qing sounded somewhat scared, "Me? Daozhang, let’s run away together!"</p><p>Xiao XingChen shook his head, "I can’t go. I need to find out what exactly he’s trying to do. He definitely has a goal, and tried to reach this goal in the past few years by pretending to somebody else and staying by my side. If I left him here alone, I’m afraid that the people of Yi City would sink into his hands. Xue Yang has always been this way."</p><p>This time, A-Qing’s sobs weren’t faked anymore. She tossed the bamboo pole to the side and clung to Xiao XingChen’s leg, "Me? Daozhang, how can I go by myself? I wanna stay with you. If you’re not leaving, then I’m not leaving either. If worst comes to worst we’ll just be murdered by him. I’ll be so lonely that I die if I’m roaming outside by myself anyways. I know you don’t want this to happen so me, so let’s run away together!"</p><p>Unfortunately, after the secret that she wasn’t blind was revealed, her tactic of using this to gain sympathy no longer worked. Xiao XingChen replied, "A-Qing, you can see and you’re very clever. I trust that you’ll be able to live a good life. You don’t know how scary Xue Yang is. You can’t stay. You mustn’t go near him again, either."</p><p>Wei WuXian could even hear A-Qing silent screaming, <em>I do know! I know how scary he is!</em></p><p>But she couldn’t open her mouth and speak the truth.</p><p>Suddenly, a series of brisk footsteps came from outside.</p><p>Xue Yang was back!</p><p>Xiao XingChen looked up in alarm, returning to the level of keenness he had when he night-hunted. He quickly pulled A-Qing over and whispered, "When he comes in, I’ll handle him while you use the chance to escape. Listen to me!"</p><p>A-Qing was so scared that she could only nod, tears still brimming in her eyes. Xue Yang kicked the door, "What are you guys doing? I’m already back, and you haven’t left yet? If you’re still in there then open the hatch and let me inside. I’m so tired."</p><p>Simply from the tone and the voice, one would think that he was only a boy-next-door, a cheerful shidi. However, who’d ever imagine that the person who stood outside was a villain who had no sense of morality, a demon who wore the facade of a human!</p><p>Although the door wasn’t locked, it had been bolted from the inside. If they didn’t open the door anytime soon, Xue Yang would definitely be suspicious. Then, when he entered, he’d definitely be somewhat vigilant. A-Qing wiped her face, "How are you tired?! It’s only such a small distance from here to the market, and you’re already tired?! I’m just a bit slow since I’m seeing which outfit is better. How does it concern you?!"</p><p>Xue Yang mocked, "How many outfits do you even have? No matter how much you change, you’ll look the same. Come, come, open the door."</p><p>Even when A-Qing’s legs wobbled, she still spat in a strong voice, "Hmph! I’m not gonna open it for you. Kick however you please."</p><p>Xue Yang laughed, "Mark your words. Daozhang, fix the door afterwards. Don’t blame it on me."</p><p>After he spoke, he immediately kicked the wooden door open. He stepped over the high threshold and walked inside. He held the basket filled with vegetables on one hand, and a crimson apple on the other. Just as he took a bite out of it, he looked down only to see Shuanghua, which sunk into his stomach.</p><p>The basket dropped to the ground. The cabbage, carrots, apples, and steam buns rolled onto the floor.</p><p>Xiao XingChen shouted in a low voice, "A-Qing, run!"</p><p>Moving as fast as she could, A-Qing barged through the door of the coffin home. Immediately afterward, she went on another path and crept back again. She climbed to her usual hiding spot, the one she used most often and was most familiar with, and even popped her head out to watch what was going on inside.</p><p>Xiao XingChen asked coldly, "Was it fun?"</p><p>Xue Yang took another bite into the apple that was still in his hand. He only replied after calmly chewing for a while and swallowing the fruit, "Yes. Of course it was fun."</p><p>He used his original voice again.</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "Just what do you want to do, having stayed with me for all these years?"</p><p>Xue Yang, "Who knows? Maybe I’m bored."</p><p>Xiao XingChen pulled out Shuanghua and got ready to attack again. Xue Yang added, "Daozhang Xiao XingChen, do you still want to hear the second half of the story that I didn’t finish?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen, "No."</p><p>Although he refused, his head tilted slightly forward and his sword paused as well. Xue Yang replied, "Well, I’m gonna tell it anyways. After you hear it, if you still think it’s my fault, you can do whatever you want."</p><p>He casually wiped the wound on his stomach, suppressing it so that it didn’t bleed excessively, "The child saw the man who fooled him to take the letter. He felt both frustrated and happy. He threw himself to the man as he cried, and said to him, ‘I brought the letter there, but the pastries are gone and I was beaten up. Can you give me another plate?</p><p>"The man seemed like he had been caught by the brawnier one and had been beaten as well. His face was injured. Seeing the dirty little child clinging onto his leg, he couldn’t help but felt annoyed and kicked him away at once.</p><p>"He climbed up the ox cart and told the cart driver to leave at once. The child climbed up from the ground and kept on chasing the cart. He really wanted to eat the plate of sugary pastries. Having finally chased up to it, he waved his arms in front of the cart for them to stop. The man was too irritated by his crying. Snatching the driver’s whip, he lashed at his head and threw him onto the ground."</p><p>He spoke one word at a time, "And then, the wheels of the cart ground over the child’s hand, one finger at a time."</p><p>Xiao XingChen couldn’t see, but Xue Yang raised his left hand at him anyway, "He was seven! The bones of his left hand were crushed, while one finger was ground into battered flesh on the spot! This man was Chang Ping’s father.</p><p>"Daozhang Xiao XingChen, you were so just, so stern when you brought me to <strong>Koi Tower</strong>! You condemned me and asked me why I wiped out an entire sect simply because of some suspicion. Is it that, since the fingers weren’t yours, you guys were incapable of feeling the pain?! You guys didn’t know how horrifying screams sounded like out of your own mouths? Why didn’t you ask him why he decided to amuse himself with me without a single reason?! The current Xue Yang was bestowed upon you by the past Chang CiAn! The YueyangChang CLAN was only reaping what it had sown!"</p><p>Xiao XingChen spoke as though he couldn’t believe Xue Yang’s words, "Chang CiAn broke one of your fingers in the past. If you sought revenge, you could’ve simply broken one of his fingers as well. If you really took the matter to heart, you could’ve broken two, or even all ten! Even if you had cut off an entire arm of his, things wouldn’t have been like this. Why did you have to kill his entire clan? Don’t tell me that a single finger of yours was equal to more than fifty human lives!"</p><p>Xue Yang actually pondered upon the matter, as if he found Xiao XingChen’s questions strange, "Of course. My finger was my own, while those lives were other peoples’. They wouldn’t be equal no matter how many lives I killed. It was only around fifty. How could it have possibly been equal to one of my fingers?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen’s face grew paler and paler from Xue Yang’s confident tone. He shouted, "Then what about others?! Then why did you wipe out Baixue Temple? Why did you blind Daozhang Song ZiChen’s eyes?!"</p><p>Xue Yang asked in reply, "Then why did you stop me? Why did you hinder what I wanted to do? Why did you stand up for those dregs of the Chang Clan? You wanted to help Chang CiAn? Or Chang Ping? Hahahaha, how did Chang Ping first cry tears of gratitude? And how did he later beg you not to help him? Daozhang Xiao XingChen, this matter had been your fault, ever since the beginning. You shouldn’t have meddled with the rights and wrongs of other people. Who was right, who was </p><p>It was more than Xiao XingChen could bear, "… Xue Yang, you really are… too disgusting…"</p><p>Hearing this, the killing intent that hadn’t flashed through Xue Yang’s eyes for quite a long while had appeared again.</p><p>He laughed bitterly, "Xiao XingChen, this is why I hate you. The people that I hate the most are ones like you who say they’re righteous, who think they’re virtuous, precisely stupid, naive, dumb idiots like you who think the world’s better just because you did something good! You think I’m disgusting? Very well. Would I care if anybody thinks I’m disgusting? But, on the other hand, are you in a position to be disgusted by me?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen paused slightly, "What do you mean?"</p><p>A-Qing’s and Wei WuXian’s hearts were about to jump out of their chests!</p><p>Xue Yang spoke in an affectionate manner, "Recently, we haven’t went out at night to kill walking corpses, have we? But, a few years ago, didn’t we go outside and kill a bunch every couple of days?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen’s lips moved, as though he was feeling somewhat uneasy, "Why are you bringing this up now?"</p><p>Xue Yang, "Nothing, really. It’s just really unfortunate that you’re blind. You dug out both of your eyes, so you couldn’t see those ‘walking corpses’ that you killed. They were so scared, so pained when you pierced them through the heart. Some even kneeled down and cried and kowtowed for you to let off the young and elderly of their families. If not for how I cut off all of their tongues, I bet they would’ve been wailing and shouting ‘Daozhang, spare us’."</p><p>Xiao XingChen’s entire body started to tremble.</p><p>After a long while, he managed, "You deceived me. You wanted to deceive me."</p><p>Xue Yang, "Yes, I deceived you. I’ve been deceiving you all along. Who would’ve known that you believed me when I was deceiving you, but now you don’t believe me when I’m speaking the truth?"</p><p>Xiao XingChen staggered and swung his word toward Xue Yang, shouting, "Be quiet! Be quiet!"</p><p>Xue Yang pressed his abdominal area. Snapping with his left hand, he calmly backed away. The expression on his face wasn’t that of a human anymore. Green light shone from his eyes. Along with the canine teeth that showed when he smiled, he looked as though he was a living monster. He shouted, "Alright! I’ll be quiet! If you still don’t believe me, then pass a few moves with the one standing behind you. Make him tell you that if I’m deceiving you or not!"</p><p>A sword brought a gust of wind toward him. Xiao XingChen naturally blocked it with Shuanghua. As the two swords clashed, his face immediately grew blank.</p><p>Or, one could say that his entire body instantly became a stone statue depicting a withered human.</p><p>Xiao XingChen asked with utmost cautiousness, "… Is that you, ZiChen?"</p><p>There was no answer.</p><p>Song Lan’s corpse stood behind him. He appeared as if he was gazing at Xiao XingChen, but there were no pupils within his eyes. He held the sword that clashed with Shuanghua.</p><p>The two of them had definitely often learnt from each other by exchanging blows. Even if the two swords had just clashed, Xiao XingChen should be able to tell who the other was from only the strength of the attack. Yet, Xiao XingChen seemed as though he wasn’t sure. He turned around slowly and reached out a quivering hand, feeling for the blade of Song Lan’s sword.</p><p>Song Lan didn’t move. Xiao XingChen moved his hand upward from the tip. Finally, one stroke after another, he traced over the characters "Fuxue" that had been carved on the sword.</p><p>Xiao XingChen’s face grew even paler.</p><p>Almost stupefied, he touched the blade of Fuxue, not even noticing that his palm had been grazed. He was trembling so much that even his voice sounded as though it was scattered on the ground, "… ZiChen… Daozhang Song… Daozhang Song… Is that you…?"</p><p>Song Lan looked at him without making a sound.</p><p>Two frightening holes had already been soaked through the bandages that was wrapped around Xiao XingChen’s eyes by blood that never seemed to stop seeping. He wanted to reach out and touch the person who held the sword, but he was too afraid, reaching out, then putting his arms back again. Waves of tearing pain rippled through A-Qing’s chest. Both Wei WuXian and she had difficulties breathing. Unable to breathe, tears poured out of her eyes.</p><p>Xiao XingChen stood where he was, at a loss of what to do, "… What happened…? Say something…"</p><p>He had completely fallen apart, "Can anybody say something?!"</p><p>As he had wished, Xue Yang spoke, "Would I still need to tell you who exactly was the walking corpse that you had killed yesterday?"</p><p>A <em>clang</em>.</p><p>Shuanghua fell onto the ground.</p><p>Xue Yang burst out in laughter.</p><p>Xiao XingChen stood blankly in front of Song Lan. Putting his hands on his head, he wailed as though he was ripping his chest apart.</p><p>Xue Yang laughed so hard that tears formed in the corners of his eyes. He scowled, "What’s wrong?! You’re so touched to see your old friend again that you’re even crying! Do you want to give him a hug?!"</p><p>A-Qing covered her mouth as firm as she could, refusing to let out any trace of her whimpered crying. Inside of the coffin home, Xue Yang paced from one side to the other as he cursed with a terrifying tone of both wrath and ecstasy, "Saving the world! What a joke. You can’t even save yourself!"</p><p>Series of sharp pains stabbed at Wei WuXian’s head. This time, the pain wasn’t from A-Qing’s soul.</p><p>Crestfallen, Xiao XingChen kneeled on the ground, beside Song Lan’s feet. He squeezed himself close, as though he had shrunk into a small, weak lump of something, almost hoping that he’d disappear from this world. His snowy white robes had already been covered in dust and blood. Xue Yang shouted at him, "You couldn’t do anything, you’ve failed miserably, you’re the only one to blame—you asked for all of this!"</p><p>At this moment, Wei WuXian saw himself in Xiao XingChen.</p><p>Him, who failed miserably as he stood drenched in blood, who couldn’t do anything except silently acknowledge the critiques and accusations, who was wholly beyond hope, who could only cry in despair!</p><p>The white bandages had been stained entirely red. Xiao XingChen’s face was covered in blood. Without eyes to cry with, he could only bleed tears. Having been deceived for years, he took his enemy as a friend, and all of his kindness was stepped over. He thought that he was exorcising ghosts, but his hands were bathed in the blood of the innocent. He even killed his closest friend!</p><p>He could only whimper in pain, "Please. Let me go."</p><p>Xue Yang, "Didn’t you want to stab me to death with your sword just a moment ago? Why are you begging me to let you go, now?"</p><p>He clearly knew that, with Song Lan’s corpse protecting him, Xiao XingChen wouldn’t be able to pick up his sword again.</p><p>He won again. It was an overwhelming victory.</p><p>Suddenly, Xiao XingChen snatched up Shuanghua, which had been lying on the ground. Turning the body of the sword, he placed the sharp edge by his neck. The clear radiance of a silver sword glare flashed across Xue Yang’s dark, lightless eyes. Xiao XingChen loosened his hands. Crimson blood trickled down Shuanghua’s blade.</p><p>Following the limpid echo of the sword tumbling to the ground, both Xue Yang’s movement and laughter halted.</p><p>After a while of silence, he walked to Xiao XingChen’s motionless corpse. He looked down with bloodshot eyes, the twisted curvature of his lips gradually sinking. Wei WuXian didn’t know if he had accidentally saw wrong, but it seemed that the rim of Xue Yang’s eyes were brimming a reddish tint.</p><p>Immediately afterward, he glowered through clenched teeth, "You forced me to do this!"</p><p>He then laughed grimly, and spoke to himself, "A dead one is better! Only dead people listen."</p><p>Xue Yang felt for Xiao XingChen’s breathing and squeezed his wrist, as though he thought that he wasn’t dead enough, that he wasn’t rigid enough. He stood up, went into the bedroom on the side, and carried out a basin of water. Using a clean towel, he wiped away all of the blood on Xiao XingChen’s face. He even exchanged the old bandages with new ones, carefully wrapping them around him.</p><p>He painted an array on the ground, prepared the materials needed, and properly placed Xiao XingChen inside. He only remembered to look after his own abdominal wound after he had done so many things.</p><p>Probably thinking that the two of them would be able to meet after just a short while, his mood grew better and better. He picked up all of the fruits and vegetables that had been scattered on the ground and organized them into the basket again. Out of a rare surge of diligence, he even cleaned the house and placed a new layer of straws into A-Qing’s coffin. At last, he took out the piece of candy that Xiao XingChen gave him last night.</p><p>Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he thought for a bit. Holding the urge back, he put it back again. With one hand holding his chin out of boredom, he waited for Xiao XingChen to sit up.</p><p>But it never happened.</p><p>The sky had been darkening, and so had Xue Yang’s expression. He tapped his fingers irritatedly on the table.</p><p>When dusk fell completely, he kicked the table and cursed. Standing up, he half-kneeled in front of Xiao XingChen’s corpse, checking over the array and incantations that he had painted. After repeated examinations, he felt that there was nothing wrong. However, after frowning for a moment, he still wiped away all of them and redrew the entire thing.</p><p>This time, Xue Yang directly sat on the ground, staring patiently at Xiao XingChen. He waited for another while. A-Qing’s legs had already went through three stages of numbness. Now, they both itched and hurt, as though thousands of ants were nibbling on them. Her eyes had been swollen as well from crying. Her sight was a bit blurry.</p><p>After another two hours, Xue Yang finally discovered that the situation had gotten out of control.</p><p>He put his hand onto Xiao XingChen’s forehead, closing his eyes for detection. A moment later, his eyes flew open.</p><p>Wei WuXian knew. What he could still detect was probably just a few strands of a fragmented soul.</p><p>And, a soul that was broken in such a way that it could never be used to create a fierce corpse.</p><p>It seemed that Xue Yang had never expected something like this to happen. On his face, which constantly grinned, an emptiness appeared for the first time.</p><p>Without thinking, although it was too late, he pressed his hands against the wound on Xiao XingChen’s neck. However, all of the blood had already drained away. Xiao XingChen’s face was whiter than paper. Large areas of dark-red blood dried up on his neck. Covering the wound now would do nothing.</p><p>Xiao XingChen had died. He had died completely.</p><p>Even his soul had shattered.</p><p>The child in Xue Yang’s story who cried because he couldn’t eat pastries was too different from the present him. It was almost impossible to link the two together. Yet, in the current moment, Wei WuXian could finally catch a few traces of that ignorant, confused child on Xue Yang’s face.</p><p>In an instant, red veins climbed over Xue Yang’s eyes. He stood up suddenly. Squeezing both of his hands into fists, he rampaged around the coffin home. He kicked and thrashed, noisily destroying the house that he had just cleaned a few seconds ago.</p><p>At this point, his expression, the sounds that he made were closer to the word "insane" than all of his past attitudes added together.</p><p>After he smashed everything the house, he calmed down again. He squatted where he had been and called out in a small voice, "Xiao XingChen."</p><p>He continued, "If you don’t get up, I’ll make your dear friend Song Lan murder people.</p><p>"I’ll kill off everyone in the entire Yi City and make them into living corpses. You’ve been living here for such a long time. Is it really okay for you not to care?</p><p>"I’ll strangle that little blind A-Qing and leave her corpse in the fields for wild dogs to gobble her up."</p><p>A-Qing shivered soundlessly.</p><p>Having received no reply, Xue Yang suddenly shouted out of rage, "Xiao XingChen!"</p><p>He yanked at Xiao XingChen’s collars, even though it did nothing, and shook it a couple of times as he stared at the lifeless face in his hands.</p><p>Suddenly, pulling Xiao XingChen’s arm, he lifted him onto his back.</p><p>Xue Yang carried the corpse toward the door. As if he had lost his mind, he ranted in a whisper, "Spirit-trapping Pouch, Spirit-trapping Pouch. Right, a Spirit-trapping Pouch. I need a Spirit-trapping Pouch, a Spirit-trapping Pouch, a Spirit-trapping Pouch…"</p><p>Only after he was far away did A-Qing dare to move slightly.</p><p>Unable to balance herself, she tumbled to the ground, and only crawled up again after writhing for a while. She managed to walk a few more steps forward. As her muscles stretched, she walked faster and faster and faster, and started to run.</p><p>After she ran so far that Yi City was far behind her, she finally let out the cries that she buried within herself, "Daozhang! Daozhang! Aaah, Daozhang!…"</p><p>The scenario suddenly changed and turned to somewhere else.</p><p>At this point, A-Qing had probably already been on the run for a couple of days. She was walking in an unfamiliar town, holding a bamboo pole and pretending to be blind again. She asked whoever came toward her, "Excuse me, are there any big sects around here?"</p><p>"Excuse me, are there any really powerful people around the area? Powerful people who cultivate."</p><p>Wei WuXian thought to himself, <em>She’s searching for people who can help her seek revenge for Xiao XingChen.</em></p><p>Unfortunately, nobody took her questions seriously. They’d often walk away after just a few half-hearted sentences. A-Qing wasn’t discouraged, either. She tirelessly asked, even if she had been shooed away all those times. Seeing that she couldn’t get any answers here, she left and went on a smaller path.</p><p>She had been walking and asking for an entire day. Exhausted, she dragged her heavy legs toward a brook. She cupped her hands and drank a few sips of the water, soothing her dry throat. Through the water, she saw a wooden hairpin in her hair, and reached for it.</p><p>Looking at the hairpin, A-Qing puckered her lips, wanting to cry again. Her stomach growled, and she took a small, white money pouch out of her lapel. This was the one she stole from Xiao XingChen. She then dug out a small candy from within it, and licked it carefully. After the tip of her tongue tasted the sweetness, she put the candy back again.</p><p>This was the last piece of candy Xiao XingChen gave her.</p><p>A-Qing looked down and packed the pouch away again. With a glance, she suddenly found that another person’s shadow appeared within the reflection of the water.</p><p>Standing in the reflection, Xue Yang was smiling at her.</p><p>With a startled scream, A-Qing immediately scrambled away.</p><p>Ever since sometime, Xue Yang had been standing behind her. With Shuanghua in his hand, he opened his arms and made the gesture of a hug. He spoke happily, "A-Qing, why are you running away? We haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Don’t you miss me?"</p><p>A-Qing shrieked, "Help me!"</p><p>Yet, this was already an obscure mountain path. Nobody would come to help her.</p><p>Xue Yang raised a brow, "I just happened to have ran into you when you were asking around in the city after I finished my business in Yueyang. What a wonderful turn of fate. Speaking of it, your acting is superb. You even fooled me for such a long time. Well done."</p><p>A-Qing knew that there was no chance of escaping death this time. After the shock, thinking to herself that she’d die anyway, why couldn’t die after cursing all she wanted? Becoming bolder again, she jumped up and spat, "You animal! Thankless wretch! Lower than low bastard! Your parents must’ve made love in a pigpen for a son of a bitch like you to happen! You’re just a germ who grew up eating shit!"</p><p>Having used to roam the marketplaces, she had heard more than a great deal of curses and arguments. She spat out whatever profanities that came to her mind. Xue Yang only grinned and listened, "You’re quite good at this, aren’t you? Why haven’t I heard you act so rude in front of Xiao XingChen? You got more coming?"</p><p>A-Qing continued, "Fuck you shameless filth! And you still dare to mention Daozhang and hold Daozhang’s sword! Do you deserve to hold it? You’re dirtying his belonging!"</p><p>Xue Yang held up Shuanghua with his left hand, "Oh, you mean this? It’s mine now. Did you think your daozhang is any cleaner? After this, he’ll also be my…"</p><p>A-Qing, "You piece of shit! Dream on! You don’t deserve to call Daozhang unclean. You’re just a pool of spittle! Daozhang must be the unluckiest man in the world to have met you! You’re the only one who’s dirty! It’s only a disgusting pool of spittle like you!"</p><p>Xue Yang’s expression finally darkened.</p><p>Having been on the edge for such a long time, now that the moment had finally arrived, A-Qing felt strangely relieved.</p><p>Xue Yang spoke in a cold tone, "Since you like pretending to be blind so much, why don’t you become truly blind?"</p><p>With a wave of his hand, some sort of powder came at her face and went into her eyes. Immediately, everything she could see became a bloody red, then turned into darkness.</p><p>Stung by the scorching pain on her eyes, A-Qing let out a blood-curdling screech. Xue Yang’s voice came again, "You’re too talkative. You won’t need your tongue anymore, either."</p><p>The crisp rings of the silver bell sounded as though they were right beside Wei WuXian, yet he was still immersed in A-Qing’s emotions, unable to come back to his senses. His head spun as well.</p><p>Lan JingYi waved a hand in front of him, "There is not reaction? What if he lost his marbles?!"</p><p>Jin Ling, "I said already that Empathy is very dangerous!"</p><p>Lan JingYi, "Well it was because your head was up in the clouds and did not ring the bell in time."</p><p>Jin Ling’s face froze, "I…"</p><p>Luckily, Wei WuXian had finally came to. He stood up against the coffin. A-Qing, having already left his body, leaned on the coffin as well. The boys swarmed around him as though they were a litter of piglets and all talk at the same time, "He’s up, he’s up!"</p><p>"Whew, he hasn’t lost his marbles."</p><p>"Hasn’t he lost his marbles to begin with?"</p><p>"Don’t talk nonsense!"</p><p>With loud chatters surrounding his ears, Wei WuXian spoke up, "Don’t be so loud. My head feels awful."</p><p>They quieted at once. Wei WuXian looked down, reached into the coffin, and slightly opened Xiao XingChen’s collars. As he had expected, at his neck, there was a thin yet fatal wound.</p><p>Wei WuXian sighed in silence and turned to A-Qing, "Thanks for all the trouble."</p><p>The reason why A-Qing’s ghost was blind but she wasn’t as slow or careful as other blind people was that she only became truly blind the moment before she died. Before, she had always been such a fast, lively maiden.</p><p>In these years, she hid alone within the fog of Yi City, stealthily going against Xue Yang by scaring away the humans who had entered the city and warning them, directing them outside. Just how much courage and dedication did she have to be able to do this?</p><p>Beside the edge of the coffin, A-Qing put her palms together and saluted Wei WuXian for a couple of times. Then, using her bamboo pole as a sword, she made the "kill, kill, kill" gestures that she had always played around with.</p><p>Wei WuXian replied, "Don’t worry." He turned to the disciples, "Stay here, all of you. The walking corpses in the city won’t be able to come here. I’ll be back soon."</p><p>Lan JingYi couldn’t help but asked, "Just what did you see during Empathy?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "It’s too long of a story. I’ll tell you later."</p><p>Jin Ling, "Can’t you sum it up? Don’t leave us at a cliffhanger!"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "In summary: Xue Yang must die."</p><p>Amid the dense fog that stretched as far as the eye could see, the knocks of A-Qing’s pole led the way for him. The two moved rapidly and immediately returned to where the fight happened.</p><p>Lan WangJi and Xue Yang had already went outside. The sword glares of Bichen and Jiangzai clashed—the fight was at a critical moment. Bichen was calm and unhurried, gaining the upper hand, while Jiangzai lashed out as though it was a rabid dog, somehow managing to keep up. However, within the dreadful white fog, Lan WangJi had difficulties with vision, yet since Xue Yang had lived so many years in the city like A-Qing, he was able to know where he was even if he closed his eyes. Thus, the fight was in a deadlock. Notes of the guqin sometimes thundered through the fog, preventing the groups of walking corpses that wanted to approach. Just as Wei WuXian was about to take out his flute, two black figures slammed in front of him as if they were two iron pagodas. Wen Ning was pressing Song Lan onto the ground. Both corpses held each other’s necks with their hands, their knuckles cracking loudly.</p><p>Wei WuXian commanded, "Hold him down!"</p><p>He bent down and quickly found the ends of the two nails that went through Song Lan’s head. He felt relieved at once. The nails were a lot thinner than the ones inside Wen Ning’s head and the material used was different as well. It shouldn’t be too difficult to bring Song Lan back to consciousness. He immediately pinched the two ends and started to slowly pull the nails out. Feeling strange objects stirring within his head, Song Lan widened his eyes and growled in a low voice. Wen Ning only prevented him from breaking loose after he exerted more strength on him. When the nails had been pulled out, at once, as though he was a puppet whose strings had been cut off, he collapsed on the ground and ceased to move.</p><p>Suddenly, a furious roar came from where the other two fought, "Give it back!"</p><h3>Translator’s Notes
Chapter 43 Allure—Part One</h3><p>He never actually expected Lan WangJi to drink with him, and simply finished the liquor in his own cup. However, staring silently at him, Lan WangJi gently swept his own sleeves aside. He poured a cup for himself as well and, after a pause, he slowly downed the liquor.</p><p>Wei WuXian was quite surprised, "HanGuang-Jun, you really are considerate, aren’t you? You’re really gonna drink with me?"</p><p>The last time they drank together, Wei WuXian didn’t pay much attention to Lan WangJi’s expression. This time, however, he went out of his way to scrutinize it.</p><p>Lan WangJi closed his eyelids when he drank. With a faint frown, he finished the liquor, and only opened his eyes again after subtly pursing up his lips. A blanket of mist even seemed to have fallen over his eyes.</p><p>Resting his chin in his hand, Wei WuXian started to count in silence. As he had expected, when he reached the number eight, Lan WangJi put the cup down. He touched his forehead, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.</p><p>Wei WuXian was completely convinced—Lan WangJi really did fall asleep before he woke up drunk!</p><p>For some unknown reason, he was starting to feel a bit eager. Finishing all of the leftover liquor in one gulp, Wei WuXian stood up and paced around the room, his hands folded behind him. After a while, he walked toward Lan WangJi, bent down, and whispered by his ear, "Lan Zhan?"</p><p>There was no reply. Wei WuXian continued, "WangJi-xiong?"</p><p>Lan WangJi was leaning his head on his right hand. His breathing was calmer than ever.</p><p>Both his features and the hand at his forehead were impeccably fair in color. He looked as if he was a piece of fine jade.</p><p>The faint fragrance of sandalwood that surrounded him had originally been cold, somewhat grim. Now, however, as it combined with the liquor’s mellow aroma, a few tinges of warmth rippled through the coldness. As though a saccharine whisp had wound its way through, the scent could almost be described as intoxicating.</p><p>Now that Wei WuXian was near enough, the scent intertwined with his breaths. He couldn’t help but bent down further so that he was even closer to Lan WangJi. Vaguely, he thought to himself, <em><i>Strange… Why is it starting to feel a bit hot in here?</i></em></p><p>Amid the fusion of liquor and sandalwood, his face inched nearer and nearer, while he himself didn’t notice it at all. His voice had lowered as well. In an almost teasing manner, he murmured, "Second… Bro-…"</p><p>Suddenly, a voice entered his ears, "Young Master…"</p><p>Wei WuXian’s face was already less than an inch away from Lan WangJi’s. The word "Brother" was at the tip of his tongue as well. Startled by the sound, he almost fell onto the ground with a slip of his feet.</p><p>He immediately positioned himself in front of Lan WangJi. Then, he turned to the wooden windows of where the voice came from.</p><p>A careful knock could be heard through the windows, then a small voice drifted through the slit, "Young Master…"</p><p>Wei WuXian finally noticed that his heart was beating a bit too fast. He puzzled over it again, then regained his composure. Walking over, he raised the window to see a black-clothed figure dangling upside-down with legs hung at the roof, preparing to knock once more. Wei WuXian quickly opened the window, which bumped into the person’s head. The figure exclaimed with a light <em><i>ah</i></em>. Holding the windows back with both of his hands, he finally made eye contact with Wei WuXian.</p><p>A cold breeze barged into the room. Wen Ning’s eyes were opened, no longer an ashen white, but instead filled with a pair of black, silent pupils.</p><p>The two stayed like this, one standing, one hanging, and stared at each other for a few moments.</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Come down."</p><p>With a sudden loss of balance, Wen Ning fell and slammed onto the ground outside the inn.</p><p>Wei WuXian wiped away the nonexistent sweat on his forehead.</p><p>He commented, <em><i>We really chose the right place!</i></em></p><p>It was a good thing that they chose this inn. For the sake of tranquility, the windows of the private room faced a small grove instead of the streets. Using the support pole, Wei WuXian left the windows open and looked down, leaning outside. With his heavy body, Wen Ning made a man-shaped dent on the ground. He was still staring at Wei WuXian even as he lay in the dent.</p><p>In a hushed voice, Wei WuXian shouted at him, "I told you to come down, not go down. ‘Come’, you understand?"</p><p>Wen Ning looked up at him. Dusting off his clothes, he crawled out of the dent and hurried to reply, "Oh. I’m coming."</p><p>As soon as he finished, he clung to a pillar and prepared to climb. Wei WuXian interrupted him at once, "Stop! Stay where you are. I’ll come get you."</p><p>He returned to Lan WangJi and leaned down toward his ears, "Lan Zhan, oh, Lan Zhan. <em><i>Please</i></em> sleep for a while longer. I’ll be back before you know it. Won’t you be a good boy?"</p><p>After he spoke, he felt a strange urge. He couldn’t help but brushed the tip of his finger against Lan WangJi’s eyelashes.</p><p>In a slight manner, Lan WangJi’s lashes trembled and his brows twitched. He looked rather perturbed. Removing his hand, Wei WuXian leaped out the window. He hopped a few times on the branches by the roof, then landed on the ground. Right after he turned around, Wen Ning kneeled down in front him.</p><p>Wei WuXian, "What are you doing?"</p><p>Wen Ning said nothing, his head hanging low.</p><p>Wei WuXian asked again, "Do you really have to talk to me like this?"</p><p>Wen Ning lowered his voice, "Young Master, I’m sorry."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Well then."</p><p>Immediately after he spoke, he kneeled in front of Wen Ning as well. Startled, Wen Ning proceeded to kowtow him, while Wei WuXian soon returned the kowtow as well. Wen Ning was so alarmed that he jumped up at once. Only then did Wei WuXian stand up again, sweeping off the dirt at his hems, "You could’ve just stood straight and talked to me, you know?"</p><p>Wen Ning was still looking at the ground, afraid to say anything. Wei WuXian asked, "When did you regain consciousness?"</p><p>Wen Ning, "Just a while ago."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Do you still remember the things that happened when the nails were in your head?"</p><p>Wen Ning, "Some… but not all."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "What do you remember?"</p><p>Wen Ning, "That I’d been chained in a really dark place. I think people sometimes came to check on me."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Do you remember who they were?"</p><p>Wen Ning, "No, only that somebody nailed something into my head."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "It was probably Xue Yang. He also used those nails to control Song Lan. He used to be a guest cultivator at the LanlingJin Sect, but we still don’t know whether he did such a thing out of his own intentions or was it the LanlingJin Sect’s wishes." After giving it some thought, he continued, "Most likely, it was out of the LanlingJin Sect’s wishes. Back then, they all said that you’d been completely annihilated. If the LanlingJin Sect didn’t take part in this, he wouldn’t have been able to hide the truth all on his own." With a pause, he asked again, "Then, what happened afterwards? How did you go to Dafan Mountain?"</p><p>Wen Ning, "Afterwards, I don’t know how long had passed, but I suddenly heard someone clap, and then, Young Master, you said ‘wake up,’ so I… struggled out of the chains and rushed outside…"</p><p>It was the command that Wei WuXian gave to the three fierce corpses at Mo Village.</p><p>In the past, Wei WuXian had given the Ghost General countless commands. Thus, he also heard the first command that Wei WuXian gave after he came back to this world.</p><p>And so, in a muddled state of mind, Wen Ning followed other corpses’ directions and Wei WuXian’s commands. The LanlingJin Sect, on the other hand, knew that they couldn’t make public the fact that they’d been hiding the Ghost General. Or else, if the news leaked out, not only would its own reputation be damaged, the people would also start to panic, which was why even though Wen Ning ran away, they didn’t dare to pursue him with any fanfare. After a mess of a journey, Wen Ning finally reached Wei WuXian, who was playing the flute on top of Dafan Mountain, and the two successfully met again.</p><p>Wei WuXian sighed, "You said that you ‘don’t know how long had passed’. It’s already been more than ten years." He continued after a short pause, "Well, it’s fair to say that I don’t know much more than you do. Do you want me to tell you some of the things that happened?"</p><p>Wen Ning, "I’ve heard of some."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Like what?"</p><p>Wen Ning, "I heard that the <strong><b>Burial Mounds</b></strong> are gone, that everyone… is gone."</p><p>Truthfully, Wei WuXian had only wanted to tell him about the more trivial gossip, such as how the rules of the Lan Sect had increased from three thousand to four thousand. Not at all expecting Wen Ning to bring up such a grave topic to start with, he could only stay silent.</p><p>Despite of this being a grave topic, Wen Ning’s tone wasn’t mournful at all, as though he had already known that it would’ve happened. In reality, though, this was indeed the case. They expected the worst-case scenario countless times, as early as more than a decade ago.</p><p>After a moment of </p><p>Wen Ning whispered, "Sect Leader Jiang, Jiang Cheng, brought a siege upon the Burial Mounds. And he killed you."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "I’ll have to clarify this one. He didn’t kill me. I died from a backfire."</p><p>Wen Ning finally looked up at him, "But, Sect Leader Jiang clearly…"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Nobody can walk safely on a single-plank bridge for their whole life. It couldn’t be helped."</p><p>Wen Ning seemed as if he wanted to sigh, but he had no breath to let out. Wei WuXian ended the conversation, "Okay. Let’s not talk about him anymore. Have you heard of anything else?"</p><p>"Yes." Wen Ning gazed at him, "Young Master Wei, you died such an awful death."</p><p>"…" Looking at how miserable he was, Wei WuXian sighed, "So you haven’t heard any good news?"</p><p>Wen Ning frowned, "No. There hasn’t been any."</p><p>"…" Wei WuXian was speechless.</p><p>Suddenly, a loud shattering noise came from the main hall of the first floor. Lan SiZhui’s voice followed, "Were we not talking about Xue Yang? Why are we now arguing over this?"</p><p>Jin Ling, "We <em><i>are</i></em> talking about Xue Yang. Was what I said wrong? What did Xue Yang do? He’s worse than scum, and Wei Ying was even more disgusting than him! What do you mean ‘we shouldn’t generalize them’? These monsters are vermin to our world! We should kill, murder, and slaughter every single one of them!"</p><p>Wen Ning flinched. Wei WuXian gestured for him to stay still. On the other side, Lan JingYi joined in as well, "Why are you being so angry about it? SiZhui did not say that Wei WuXian should not have been killed. He just said that not everyone who cultivates the ghost path is the same type of person as Xue Yang. Did you have to throw things? I did not get to eat that one yet…"</p><p>Jin Ling sneered, "Didn’t he also say that ‘the founder of this path may not have intended harm with it’? Who was ‘the founder of this path’? Go on, tell me, who else could it be except for Wei Ying?! I just can’t seem to understand you. Your GusuLan Sect is also a prominent sect, and back then you also lost quite a number of people in Wei Ying’s hands, didn’t you? Was it hard, killing all those corpses and whatnot that were under his control? Lan Yuan, why are you speaking from such a strange standpoint? From the way you talk, don’t tell me that you’re making excuses for Wei Ying!"</p><p>Lan Yuan was Lan SiZhui’s birth name. He protested, "I was not making excuses for him. I was simply suggesting that we may not want to make conclusions before we understand the entire situation. You know, before we came to Yi City, a lot of people also claimed that the YueyangChang Clan’s Chang Ping was killed by Daozhang Xiao XingChen for revenge, right? But what was the truth?"</p><p>Jin Ling, "Nobody actually saw whether or not Chang Ping was killed by Daozhang Xiao XingChen. All they had were guesses, so why are you calling them claims? Just try and count how many cultivators lost their lives to Wei Ying, to Wen Ning, to the Tiger Seal during the battles at the Qiongqi Path and the Nightless Day! These are truths that everyone accepts, that nobody can deny! And what else I’ll never forget is that he ordered Wen Ning to kill my father and mother!"</p><p>If Wen Ning had a single trace of blood in his complexion, it would’ve already drained out of his face.</p><p>He breathed, "… Maiden Jiang’s son?"</p><p>Wei WuXian stayed still.</p><p>Jin Ling continued, "My uncle grew up with him, my grandfather saw him as his own child, my grandmother wasn’t horrible to him either, but what did he do? He made Lotus Pier the lair of the Wen Sect, he wrecked the entire YunmengJiang Sect, he caused the deaths of both my parents and grandparents, and now my uncle is the only one left! He brought about his own death through the havoc he created and ended up leaving not even a whole corpse behind him! Just which part of the entire situation do you not understand? Just what excuses are you still making for him?!"</p><p>He argued forcefully, while Lan SiZhui didn’t reply at all. A moment later, another boy spoke up, "Why are we suddenly getting so heated over such a thing? Let’s just drop the subject, alright? We haven’t finished eating yet. The food’s gonna go cold."</p><p>Judging from the voice, he was the "sentimental" one that Wei WuXian poked fun at. Someone else agreed, "ZiZhen is right. We should stop arguing. SiZhui simply forgot to choose his words carefully. It was only an offhand comment—how could he have thought about so much? Sit down, Young Master Jin. Let us continue to eat."</p><p>"That’s right. All of us had just left Yi City, so technically we’ve already been through life and death together… We really shouldn’t argue over such a careless mistake."</p><p>Jin Ling snorted. Lan SiZhui finally responded, his tone as polite as ever, "I am sorry. I should have put more thought to my wording. Young Master Jin, please sit back down. We would not want to continue and bring HanGuang-Jun down here as well."</p><p>The mention of HanGuang-Jun was truly a splendid move. Immediately, Jin Ling stopped, not even making another noise. The sounds of moving tables and chairs came through. It seemed that he sat back down again. The hall quickly refilled with clamor, and the boys’ voices were soon drowned out by the clinks of bowls and dishes. However, Wei WuXian and Wen Ning still stood silently in the grove, their expressions stern.</p><p>Without making a sound, Wen Ning kneeled down again. Wei WuXian only noticed him after a short pause. Waving his hand weakly, he responded, "It wasn’t your fault."</p><p>Just as Wen Ning was about to open his mouth again, he suddenly looked behind Wei WuXian and hesitated. Before Wei WuXian could turn around, a white-robed figure walked past him and kicked Wen Ning’s shoulder.</p><p>Wen Ning created another man-shaped dent on the ground.</p><p>Wei WuXian hurried to pull back Lan WangJi, who seemed as though he wanted to kick again, "HanGuang-Jun, HanGuang-Jun! Calm down!"</p><p>It appeared that the time for "sleeping" had passed, while the time for "being drunk" had arrived, and thus Lan WangJi found his way outside.</p><p>The situation felt somewhat familiar—history really did repeat itself, didn’t it? However, this time, Lan WangJi looked even more normal than last time. He didn’t wear his boots wrong, either. Even when he rudely kicked over Wen Ning, his expression was still perfectly righteous. Nobody could find any fault on him. After Wei WuXian pulled him back, he fixed his sleeves and nodded. He stood proudly where he was, stopping himself from kicking again.</p><p>Wei WuXian used the time to ask Wen Ning, "How are you?"</p><p>Wen Ning, "I’m fine."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "If you’re fine then stand up! What are you still kneeling for?"</p><p>Wen Ning crawled up and hesitated, "Young Master Lan."</p><p>Lan WangJi scrunched his brows and covered his ears. He then turned around with his back toward Wen Ning. Facing Wei WuXian, he used his own body to block their eye contact.</p><p>Wen Ning, "…"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "It’s best if you don’t stand there. Lan Zhan, uh, doesn’t really like seeing you."</p><p>Wen Ning, "… What happened to Young Master Lan?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Nothing much. He’s just drunk."</p><p>"What?" Wen Ning’s face was blank, as though he couldn’t accept such a thing. After a while, he finally continued, "Then… What are you going to do?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Well, what can I do? I’m gonna carry him inside and tuck him in."</p><p>Lan WangJi, "Okay."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Hmm? Aren’t you covering your ears? How come you’re suddenly able to hear me again?"</p><p>This time, Lan WangJi refused to answer, pretending that the one who interrupted them a moment ago wasn’t him. Wei WuXian wasn’t sure of how to react. He turned to Wen Ning, "Be careful, yourself."</p><p>Wen Ning nodded. He couldn’t help but look at Lan WangJi again. Just as he was about to leave, Wei WuXian stopped him, "Wen Ning, why don’t you… find somewhere to hide first?"</p><p>Wen Ning paused for a second. Wei WuXian added, "One can say that you’ve died twice already. Go get some good rest."</p><p>After he left, Wei WuXian took away the hands that Lan WangJi blocked his ears with, "Alright. He’s gone. You can’t hear or see him anymore."</p><p>Lan WangJi finally let go of his own ears. He stared blankly at Wei WuXian with the pair of light-colored eyes.</p><p>His eyes were so clear, so honest that a desire of mischief surged through Wei WuXian. As though something inside of his body had been ignited, he smiled teasingly, "Lan Zhan, you’re still gonna answer whatever I ask? Do whatever I tell you to?"</p><p>Lan WangJi, "Mnn."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Take off your forehead ribbon."</p><p>Obediently, Lan WangJi reached behind his head and slowly untied the strands. He took off the white forehead ribbon, which had been sewn with the motif of drifting clouds.</p><p>Holding the ribbon in his hands, Wei WuXian turned it over a few times, examining every angle of it, "So there really isn’t anything so special about it, is there? And I thought that it’s hiding some sort of a gigantic secret. Back then, though, why were you so mad when I took it off?" Or perhaps the past Lan WangJi simply hated him, alongside everything that he did?</p><p>Suddenly, he felt something tighten at his wrists. Lan WangJi had tied both of his hands together using the forehead ribbon and was starting to make knots over it.</p><p>Wei WuXian, "What are you doing?"</p><p>He wanted to see what exactly Lan WangJi wanted to do, so he let him continue. After Lan WangJi secured his hands together, he first tied a simple knot. He thought for a while and, as though he felt that something wasn’t quite right, he changed it to a tighter knot. He then thought about it some more, still unsatisfied, and tied another knot on top.</p><p>The GusuLan Sect’s forehead ribbon was a strip of fabric that hung down at the back after it had been fastened. When one moved, it fluttered elegantly in the air, which was why it was rather long. Lan WangJi tied seven or eight knots on the ribbon, forming a stack of small, ugly-looking lumps, and finally felt pleased enough to stop.</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Hey, do you still want this ribbon of yours?"</p><p>Lan WangJi’s frown dissolved. Holding onto the other end of the forehead ribbon, he lifted Wei WuXian’s hands in front of himself, as though he was admiring what a masterpiece he had just created. With his hands suspended in the air, Wei WuXian thought to himself, <em><i>I probably look a lot like a criminal right now… Wait, why am I playing with him like this? Wasn’t I supposed to be the one playing him?</i></em></p><p>Wei WuXian finally realized, "Take it off."</p><p>Lan WangJi happily reached for his collar and sash, repeating the exact same approach as before. Wei WuXian shouted, "Don’t take this off! Take off the thing on my hands. The thing that you’re tying me with. The ribbon."</p><p>If Lan WangJi not only tied his hands together but also stripped him of his clothes, the scene would be scary beyond belief!</p><p>Hearing his request, Lan WangJi furrowed his brows again, and proceeded to do nothing. Wei WuXian raised his hands and coaxed, "You said that you’ll listen to me, didn’t you? Be a good boy and take it off."</p><p>Lan WangJi glanced at him, then silently moved his sight away, as though he couldn’t understand what Wei WuXian was saying and had to ponder upon it for a while longer. Wei WuXian complained, "Oh, now I get it! You’re all hyped if I tell you to tie me up, but you can’t understand it if I tell you to take it off. Is that so?"</p><p>The Lan Sect’s forehead ribbon was made from the same material as its uniform. Although it looked flimsy, it was actually quite sturdy. And, since Lan WangJi wrapped it tightly around and tied a long strand of knots, Wei WuXian couldn’t struggle out of it no matter how hard he tried. He commented in silence, <em><i>I really did shoot myself in the foot, didn’t I? Good thing that it’s only a forehead ribbon, not some weird magical ropes, or else he would’ve really tied me up.</i></em></p><p>Lan WangJi stared into the distance as he tugged at the ends of the forehead ribbon, contently swinging them around. Wei WuXian pleaded, "Can you please take it off? HanGuang-Jun, how can someone as graceful as you do such a thing? What’s the use of tying me like this? It’s gonna look so bad on you if someone sees us like this, right?"</p><p>Hearing the last sentence, Lan WangJi started to drag him toward the streets.</p><p>Pulled around by Lan WangJi, Wei WuXian staggered, "W-w-wait a sec. What I meant was that it’d be bad if someone sees this, not that you <em><i>should</i></em> let someone see this. Hey! You’re just pretending to not understand me, aren’t you? Are you doing this on purpose? So you’re only gonna understand what you want to understand? Lan Zhan, Lan WangJi!"</p><p>Before he even finished speaking, Lan WangJi had already dragged him out of the grove. They walked around onto the street and entered the main hall again through the first floor.</p><p>The juniors were still eating and fooling around. Even though a minor disagreement happened, young people were always quick to forget these matters. They were in the middle of playing a drinking game. Some of the bolder juniors of the Lan Sect wanted to sneak a few sips as well. There would always be somebody watching the stairway that led to the second floor, keeping an eye out for Lan WangJi. None of them expected that Lan WangJi would suddenly drag Wei WuXian through the main entrance, where they never paid attention to. All of them were shocked after they turned around.</p><p>As Lan JingYi hurled himself at the cup of liquor on the table, hoping to cover it up, he knocked over a few bowls and dishes along the way. The object that he wanted to cover up became even more conspicuous. Lan SiZhui stood up, "H-HanGuang-Jun, why have you come inside through this entrance again?"</p><p>Wei WuXian laughed, "Haha. Your HanGuang-Jun was feeling a bit too hot and decided to take a stroll outside so that he could also catch all of you off guard. You see? Here you are, drinking when you’re not supposed to."</p><p>He secretly prayed that Lan WangJi would haul him upstairs directly, without doing or saying anything unnecessary. If he kept silent and maintained the cold appearance, nobody would notice anything wrong with him.</p><p>Just as the thought passed through his mind, Lan WangJi dragged him toward the juniors’ table.</p><p>Lan SiZhui was beyond shock, "HanGuang-Jun, your forehead ribbon…"</p><p>Before he could finish his words, he saw Wei WuXian’s hands.</p><p>HanGuang-Jun’s forehead ribbon was tied around Wei WuXian’s wrists.</p><p>As though he felt that not enough people noticed this fact, holding the ends of the ribbon, Lan WangJi held up Wei WuXian’s hands and displayed it for everyone to see.</p><h3>Translator’s Notes
Chapter 44 Allure—Part Two</h3><p>The chicken wing that Lan JingYi was holding in his mouth plopped into his bowl, splattering the sauce onto the front of his clothes.</p><p>One single thought filled Wei WuXian’s mind—after Lan WangJi sobered up, he wouldn’t ever have the <strong><b>face</b></strong> to look at others again.</p><p>Jin Ling was bewildered, "… What’s he doing?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Showing you guys a special way to use the Lan Sect’s forehead ribbon."</p><p>Lan SiZhui, "What special way…"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "When you find a really strange corpse and you feel that you should take it back to examine it properly, you can take off your forehead ribbon and bring it back like this."</p><p>Lan JingYi blurted, "But you cannot do that! Our sect’s forehead ribbon is…"</p><p>Lan SiZhui stuffed the chicken wing back into his mouth, "Oh, I see! I did not know that it can be used in such a way!"</p><p>Ignoring the strange looks that other people gave them, Lan WangJi dragged Wei WuXian up the stairs.</p><p>He entered the room, turned around, closed the doors, latched them, and finally pushed the table over as though he wanted to block out an imaginary enemy. Watching Lan WangJi hurry around, Wei WuXian asked, "Are you gonna kill me here?"</p><p>Within the private room, there was a wooden screen, which separated the space inside the room into two halves. One half had a table and a few chairs for eating and chatting, while the other had a <strong><b>long bed</b></strong> and curtains for resting. After Lan WangJi dragged him to the other side of the screen, he forcefully pushed Wei WuXian onto the bed.</p><p>Wei WuXian’s head knocked lightly against the wooden backing that was joined to the bed. He gave an offhand "ow" in exclamation as he thought, <em><i>Is he gonna make me sleep again? It’s not nine yet, is it?</i></em></p><p>Hearing the exclamation, Lan WangJi lifted the hems of his white robes and sat down elegantly on the bed, reaching out to feel Wei WuXian’s head. Although he was expressionless, his movements were extremely gentle, as though he was asking "did it hurt?"</p><p>As his hand felt around, Wei WuXian’s lips twitched, "It hurts! It hurts sooo much!"</p><p>From the cries of pain, a slight worrying expression finally formed over Lan WangJi’s face. His hands were even gentler as he patted Wei WuXian’s shoulder as though to comfort him. Wei WuXian raised his wrists for him to see, "Why don’t you let me go? HanGuang-Jun, it’s so tight that my hands are almost bleeding. It hurts so much! Take off the ribbon and let me go, okay? Okay?"</p><p>Lan WangJi covered his mouth at once.</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Mn mnn mnnffff mnn mn mnfffnnnnn mnn mnnnnn mnn mnnn nfff mn nn, mnn nn mnn mnnfff mnnn mnnfff nnnff mnnn mnnff mnn nnf mn mnn mnff?!"</p><p><em><i>So you pretend not to understand the things that you don’t want to do, and if you really can’t pretend you’re just gonna not let me say them?!</i></em></p><p>How rude!</p><p>Wei WuXian thought to himself, <em><i>Now that things are like this, don’t blame anything on me.</i></em></p><p>Lan WangJi was tightly covering Wei WuXian’s mouth with one hand. Under it, Wei WuXian parted his lips and quickly brushed the tip of his tongue over Lan WangJi’s palm.</p><p>It was only <strong><b>the dip of a dragonfly</b></strong>, yet Lan WangJi looked as if his palm had been singed by a flame. He instantly took his hand away.</p><p>Wei WuXian took in a deep breath. Just as he felt that he one-upped Lan WangJi again, he saw him turn around. Sitting on the bed, Lan WangJi hugged his knees and clutched the hand that Wei WuXian had just licked to his chest, not moving at all.</p><p>Wei WuXian, "What’s this? What are you doing?"</p><p>He appeared as though he’d given up on life, having been tainted by a pervert and such. People who walked upon the scene might actually think that Wei WuXian did something to him.</p><p>Wei WuXian commented on his defeated look, "You didn’t like it? Well, it’s not my fault if you didn’t like it. You’re the one who was being so pushy and didn’t even let me speak. Why don’t you come here, and I’ll wipe it for you?"</p><p>He reached toward Lan WangJi’s shoulder with his bound hands, but Lan WangJi avoided him. Seeing how quietly he nestled at the corner of the bed, Wei WuXian felt the familiar urge of mischief again.</p><p>Kneeling on the bed, he moved toward Lan WangJi and smiled through the most devilish tone that he could manage, "You scared?"</p><p>Lan WangJi jumped off the bed at once. As though he really was scared, he continued to stand with his back to him and maintained the distance between them.</p><p>Wei WuXian was finally starting to enjoy himself.</p><p>He grinned as he calmly left the bed, "Hey, what are you hiding for? My hands are still tied, and I’m not even scared, so why would you be scared? Come, come. Come here."</p><p>He approached Lan WangJi, harboring no good intentions at all. Lan WangJi passed the wooden screen only to run into the table that he himself blocked the doors with. Wei WuXian walked past the screen, chasing after him, while he went the other way around. The two circled the screen for quite a number of times, and Wei WuXian was just starting to feel the fun of it as he suddenly realized, <em><i>What am I doing? Playing hide-and-seek? What is this? Am I out of my mind? Lan Zhan is drunk, but why am I also playing with him?</i></em></p><p>Noticing that the person chasing him had stopped, Lan WangJi stopped as well.</p><p>Hiding behind the screen, he showed only half of his fair-skinned face, peeking silently at the direction of Wei WuXian.</p><p>Wei WuXian watched him carefully. He still looked so prim and proper, as though the six-year-old who chased Wei WuXian around the screen was somebody </p><p>Wei WuXian, "Do you want to continue?"</p><p>Expressionless, Lan WangJi nodded.</p><p>Wei WuXian struggled to hold back his laughter.</p><p>Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha oh gosh Lan Zhan wanted to play hide-and-seek with him now that he was drunk hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!</p><p>The laughter that he tried to suppress was even greater than tidal waves. Finally having managed to hold it back, Wei WuXian’s entire body was shivering, <em><i>A sect like the GusuLan Sect prohibits noise, fooling around, and even walking quickly. Lan Zhan definitely never had so much fun when he was young. Tsk tsk tsk, poor him. He won’t remember a single thing after he sobers up anyways. I might as well keep on playing with him.</i></em></p><p>He ran a few more steps toward Lan WangJi, pretending that he was going to chase him. As he had expected, Lan WangJi started to go in the opposite direction. As though he was playing with a toddler, Wei WuXian cooperated as best as he could, chasing him around the screen a few more times, "Run, run. Go faster. I’m gonna catch you! If I catch you, I’m going to lick you again. Scared, much?"</p><p>He originally intended it to be a threat. However, Lan WangJi suddenly walked toward him from the other side of the screen, and the two bumped into each other.</p><p>Wei WuXian was planning to catch him, not at all expecting that he’d walk right into his arms. Speechlessly startled, he even forgot to reach out. Seeing that Wei WuXian didn’t do anything, Lan WangJi lifted his tied-up hands and brought them over his neck as if he voluntarily slipped into an unbreakable trap, "You caught me."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "… Huh? Yes, I caught you."</p><p>As though he was waiting for something to happen but it never did, Lan WangJi repeated the three words again. This time, he enunciated each word with heavy emphasis and sounded anxiously eager, "You caught me."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Yeah. I caught you."</p><p>He caught him. What else?</p><p>What did he say? What was he going to do after catching him?</p><p>… No.</p><p>Wei WuXian, "This time doesn’t count. You walked over yourself."</p><p>Before he even finished his words, Lan WangJi’s expression had darkened. He looked extremely unhappy.</p><p>Wei WuXian, <em><i>This can’t be. After Lan Zhan is drunk, he not only likes to play hide-and-seek, but also likes to be licked?</i></em></p><p>He wanted to take his arms away from Lan WangJi’s neck, but Lan WangJi reached for them before he did. He held them securely at Wei WuXian’s neck, not letting him take them away. Seeing how one of Lan WangJi’s hands just happened to be pressing onto his arm, Wei WuXian thought for a moment, then shifted over, moving his face closer and closer. His lips swept across the back of Lan WangJi’s hand as though it was a halfway kiss. The tip of his tongue skimmed lightly over the jade-like skin.</p><p>Lightly. Very lightly.</p><p>Lan WangJi flinched and removed his hand as fast as he could. He took away Wei WuXian’s arms, turned his back to him again, and darted to the side. Again clutching the hand that had been licked, he faced the wall silently.</p><p>Wei WuXian pondered, <em><i>Does he like it, or is he scared of it? Or is it both at the same time?</i></em></p><p>As he was pondering, Lan WangJi turned around, his face as calm as always, "Again."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Again? Again what?"</p><p>Lan WangJi hid behind the wooden screen once more and peeked at him with only half of his face showing.</p><p>His intentions were as clear as could be—again, you chase, I run.</p><p>Speechless for a moment, Wei WuXian obeyed and did it again. This time, having only been chased for a short while, Lan WangJi ran into him again.</p><p>Wei WuXian, "You really are doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"</p><p>Again, Lan WangJi brought Wei WuXian’s arms around his neck as though he couldn’t understand what his words meant, waiting for him to fulfil his promise again.</p><p>Wei WuXian, <em><i>Am I just going to let Lan Zhan have fun all by himself? Of course not. He wouldn’t remember anything that I do to him now, anyways. Let me play something better with him.</i></em></p><p>With his arms around Lan WangJi, Wei WuXian returned to the bed with him, then asked, "You like this, don’t you? Don’t turn around. Speak. Do you like it or not? If you like it, we don’t have to run around every single time. How about I let you have as much fun as you want?"</p><p>As he spoke, he held up one of Lan WangJi’s hands, bent down, and kissed between two of his slender fingers.</p><p>Lan WangJi wanted to take his hand away again, but Wei WuXian held it tightly, not allowing him to do so.</p><p>And then, Wei WuXian’s lips pressed onto his distinct knuckles. Softer than the touch of feather, his breaths wandered to the back of his hand, and he kissed again.</p><p>Lan WangJi couldn’t pull his hand back no matter how hard he tried. He could only clench his fingers together into a tight fist.</p><p>Wei WuXian lifted up his sleeves, revealing the pale-skinned wrist, then kissed it as well.</p><p>After he kissed, he didn’t raise his head. He only turned his eyes to Lan WangJi, "Is that enough?"</p><p>Lan WangJi pursed his lips, refusing to speak a single word. Wei WuXian finally sat up straight again and continued, his voice unhurried, "Tell me. Have you burnt any paper money for me?"</p><p>There was no answer. Wei WuXian laughed out loud and inched toward him. Over the clothing, he kissed where his heart was, "If you don’t talk, I’m not gonna give you any more. Tell me. How did you know it was me?"</p><p>Lan WangJi closed his eyes. His lips quivered, as though he was on the verge of confessing.</p><p>Suddenly, however, as Wei WuXian stared at those soft, pale-red lips, he didn’t know what had taken over him, but he suddenly went and kissed them.</p><p>After the kiss, he even licked them, as though a kiss wasn’t enough.</p><p>Both of them widened their eyes.</p><p>A moment later, Lan WangJi raised his hand. At once, Wei WuXian was startled into realization. He immediately broke into a cold sweat, fearing that Lan WangJi would smack him dead on the spot, and quickly scrambled off the bed. Turning around, he saw Lan WangJi smack his own forehead. He now lay unconscious, collapsed on the bed.</p><p>Inside of the private room, Lan WangJi lay on the bed as Wei WuXian sat on the ground. A cold gust of wind rushed inside through the opened windows, sending chills down Wei WuXian’s back. His head finally felt clearer.</p><p>He stood up from the ground, pushed the table to where it used to be, then sat down beside it.</p><p>After spacing out for a while, he used his teeth to bite at the knots on the forehead ribbon. With effort, he finally managed to open the stack of lumps.</p><p>Now that his hands had been loosened, to get over the shock, he went to pour himself a cup of liquor. He held the cup to his lips for a few moments, but not a single drop entered his mouth. Looking down, he finally saw that there wasn’t any liquor in the cup at all. He had already downed the entire pot. Even when he was pouring, he failed to notice that nothing was being poured out.</p><p>Wei WuXian put the empty cup back onto the table, <em><i>No more alcohol for me. I’ve really had enough.</i></em></p><p>As he turned around, past the wooden screen, he could see Lan WangJi, who lay quietly on the bed. He thought to himself, <em><i>… I really had too much to drink today. Lan Zhan is such a serious person. Even though he was drunk, even though he wouldn’t remember anything when he sobers up, I still shouldn’t have done something so outrageous… It’s too disrespectful to him.</i></em></p><p>Remembering what an "outrageous" thing did he just do to Lan WangJi, Wei WuXian couldn’t help but touched his lips.</p><p>He only managed to flatten the forehead ribbon again after a while of work. Walking to the bed, he put it beside the pillow, and succeeded in holding himself back from even looking at Lan WangJi. He squatted down and took off Lan WangJi’s boots, then placed him in the official sleeping position of the Lan Sect.</p><p>After everything had been done, leaning against the bed, Wei WuXian took a seat on the ground again. His mind was in a jumbled state of confusion, but one thought stood out from the rest—</p><p>In the future, it was best to not make Lan Zhan drink anymore. If he treated everyone like this when he became drunk, then the situation really wouldn’t be well.</p><h3>Translator’s Notes
Chapter 45 Allure—Part Three</h3><p>For some reason, tonight, Wei WuXian felt a bit too guilty to still dare squeezing himself onto the same bed as Lan WangJi. He spent the rest of the evening sitting on the ground and fell asleep sometime during the night, his head leaning on the wooden bed. At dawn, he vaguely felt someone lift him up with gentle movements and place him onto the bed. Struggling to open his eyes, Wei WuXian could see Lan WangJi’s still-indifferent face.</p><p>He immediately felt more awake, "Lan Zhan."</p><p>Lan WangJi answered with a "mnn". Wei WuXian asked, "Are you sober or still drunk?"</p><p>Lan WangJi, "Sober."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Oh… So it’s five already."</p><p>Lan WangJi woke up at this time every single day, which was why Wei WuXian learnt how to tell the time without looking out the windows. He held up Wei WuXian’s wrists, of which both were covered in reddish marks. He took out a small, turquoise porcelain bottle from within his sleeves and applied the contents. The areas that the smooth ointment had been spread on felt soothed at once. Wei WuXian squinted, "It hurts… HanGuang-Jun, you’re so rude when you’re drunk."</p><p>Lan WangJi didn’t even look up, "You reaped what you had sown."</p><p>Wei WuXian’s heart skipped a beat, "Lan Zhan, you really don’t remember what you did after you were drunk, do you?"</p><p>Lan WangJi, "I do not."</p><p>Wei WuXian, <em>That’s probably true. Or else, he would’ve already killed me out of embarrassment.</em></p><p>In his heart, he found it both good and unfortunate that Lan WangJi didn’t remember. It felt as though he’d secretly done or eaten something he shouldn’t have and was hiding alone in a corner, snickering at how nobody found out but disappointed that he couldn’t share the delight with anyone. Involuntarily, his eyes caught sight of Lan WangJi’s lips again.</p><p>Although the corners never lifted, his lips looked quite soft, and did indeed feel quite soft.</p><p>Wei WuXian unconsciously bit at his own lips and started to space out again, <em>The GusuLan Sect is so strict, and Lan Zhan isn’t romantic at all, so he definitely hasn’t kissed any girls before. What do I do now? I happened to have received the grand honor. Should I tell him? Will he be so angry that he starts crying after he knows? Oh, well… He might do so when he was young, but probably not now. And it’s like he’s a monk made of wood. It’s possible that he’s never even had such thoughts before… Wait! The last time he was drunk, I asked him ‘is there anyone you like’, and he said yes. Maybe he’d already kissed her? But judging from Lan Zhan’s habit of self-restraint, he’s probably really careful about not crossing any lines. They probably never kissed, or even held hands. Speaking of it, maybe back then he didn’t even understand which type of ‘like’ I was talking about…</em></p><p>After Lan WangJi finished applying the ointment, somebody knocked three times at the door. Lan SiZhui’s voice came through, "HanGuang-Jun, everyone is up. Will we be leaving?"</p><p>Lan WangJi, "Wait downstairs."</p><p>The group left the city and was parting ways before the city’s tower. Originally, the disciples weren’t as familiar with one another. They had only visited the others during discussion conferences at their respective sects. However, during these past few days, they’d been through both the cat corpse’s incidents and a thrilling day at a haunted city with the others. They’d even burnt paper money, snuck liquor, argued, and cursed other people together. In summary, they already knew one another quite well. Before the departures, all of them were reluctant to leave, taking their time in front of the city gates to discuss when to visit one’s discussion conference and when to night-hunt at another’s place. Lan WangJi didn’t hurry them, either. He let them chatter on as he himself stood silently under a tree. Under Lan WangJi’s eyes, Fairy didn’t at all dare to bark or run around. Crouching under the tree as well, it stared anxiously at Jin Ling, wagging its tail at him.</p><p>Taking the chance that Fairy was being watched by Lan WangJi, Wei WuXian grabbed Jin Ling’s shoulder and walked for some time.</p><p>Mo XuanYu was one of Jin GuangShan’s illegitimate sons, which made him a half brother of Jin ZiXuan and Jin GuangYao. In terms of the generations, he could be considered Jin Ling’s uncle as well. Thus, he walked as he righteously talked to Jin Ling in a patronizing tone, "When you go back, don’t keep on arguing with your uncle. Listen to him. Be careful from now on. Don’t run around trying to night-hunt alone again."</p><p>Although Jin Ling was from a prominent sect, rumors didn’t let anyone off. With both of his parents gone, it was only natural for him to want to prove himself to others as soon as possible. Wei WuXian continued, "What are you? Fifteen? Most of the disciples around your age haven’t hunted any amazing beasts either, so why should you be so eager and strive for such a first?"</p><p>Jin Ling sulked, "My uncles were also fifteen-or-so when they became famous."</p><p>Wei WuXian commented in silence, <em>That’s not the same! Back then, the QishanWen Sect was still on top and everyone had to watch out. If they didn’t fight and cultivate as much as possible, who knew if they’d be the next one to run out of luck? During the Sunshot Campaign, you’d be hauled to the battlefields no matter if you were fifteen or any other age. Now, since the situations is stable and the sects are at peace, of course the atmosphere isn’t as tense and people don’t cultivate like they’re crazy. There’s no need anymore.</em></p><p>Jin Ling added, "Even when the dog Wei Ying was around fifteen when he killed the Tortoise of Slaughter. If he could even do it, why can’t I?"</p><p>Hearing his name come right after the word before it, Wei WuXian blood run cold. He somehow managed to shake off the goosebumps on his back, "He was the one who killed it? Wasn’t it killed by HanGuang-Jun?"</p><p>After the mention of Lan WangJi, Jin Ling looked to Wei WuXian in a strange way. He wanted to say something, but held it back, "You and HanGuang-Jun… Nevermind. It’s your own business. Anyways, I don’t care about you guys at all. Have fun being cut-sleeve. The disease is incurable."</p><p>Wei WuXian grinned, "Hey, how is it a disease?"</p><p>He was laughing in silence, <em>He’s still thinking that I’m shamelessly nagging Lan Zhan?!</em></p><p>Jin Ling continued, "I already know the meaning behind the GusuLan Sect’s forehead ribbon. Now that it’s already like this, then stay by HanGuang-Jun’s side properly. Even if you’re a cut-sleeve, you should be a modest one. Don’t go about messing with other men, especially people from our sect! Or else, don’t blame the results on me."</p><p>The "our sect" that he said included both the LanlingJin and the YunmengJiang Sect. It seemed that his ability to tolerate cut-sleeves had increased, that as long as it wasn’t anyone from the two sects, he could turn a blind eye to it.</p><p>Wei WuXian disagreed, "You little brat! What do you mean ‘messing with other men’? I’m not that terrible of a person. Forehead ribbon? There’s a meaning behind the GusuLan Sect’s forehead ribbon?"</p><p>Jin Ling, "Come on! You know what it means. Stop getting so carried away. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Are you Wei Ying?"</p><p>At the end of his reply, he suddenly tossed out the straightforward question, taking Wei WuXian by surprise. Wei WuXian responded calmly, "Do you think we’re similar?"</p><p>Jin Ling was silent for a while. Then, he suddenly whistled and called out, "Fairy!"</p><p>Having been called by its owner, with its tongue sticking out, Fairy sprinted over. Wei WuXian broke into a run at once, "Be nice! What are you sending out the dog for?!"</p><p>Jin Ling, "Hmph! Goodbye!"</p><p>After he said goodbye, he proudly marched in the direction of Lanling, probably still afraid to see Jiang Cheng in Yunmeng’s Lotus Pier. The disciples from the other sects went off in different directions as well. In the end, Wei WuXian, Lan WangJi, and the juniors of the Lan Sect were the only ones left.</p><p>As they walked, the juniors couldn’t hold themselves from turning around and looking back. Although Lan JingYi didn’t say anything, the reluctance to leave was written all over his face. He asked, "Where are we going next?"</p><p>Lan SiZhui, "ZeWu-Jun is currently night-hunting in the Tanzhou area. Are we going to directly return to the Cloud Recesses, or go over there to meet up with him?"</p><p>Lan WangJi, "Go to Tanzhou."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Great. Maybe we can even help him. We don’t know where next to search for our dear friend’s head, anyways."</p><p>The two walked in the front while the rest of the boys followed some distance behind them. After walking for a while, Lan WangJi spoke up, "Jiang Cheng knows who you are."</p><p>Wei WuXian was sitting on the donkey as it slowly trotted forward, "Yeah, he knows. What can he do, though? He doesn’t have any evidence."</p><p>Unlike the possession of bodies, there was no evidence to the sacrifice of bodies. Jiang Cheng only determined the fact through how he looked when facing a dog, anyway. First, Jiang Cheng had never told anyone that Wei WuXian was afraid of dogs; second, only those familiar with him would be able to judge things based on reactions and expressions, since there couldn’t be any conclusive proof. Even if Jiang Cheng finally chose to stick flyers that said the YiLing Patriarch Wei WuXian was scared of dogs everywhere he could, everyone would probably still believe that the SanDu ShengShou had finally become crazy after searching for the YiLing Patriarch for so many times and failing every attempt.</p><p>Wei WuXian, "So, I’m actually really curious. Just how did you recognize me?"</p><p>Lan WangJi replied in a calm voice, "I am also really curious as to why your memory is so bad."</p><p>They arrived at Tanzhou within a day. Before they met up with Lan XiChen, they passed a garden along the way. Seeing how the garden was big and majestic yet had no-one to care for it, all of the disciples went inside out of curiosity. As long as it wasn’t anything against the sect rules, Lan WangJi never stopped them, which was why he let them inside. In the garden, there was a pavilion and a few fences, a table and a few stools, all made of stone, for people to enjoy the scenery. However, through years of wind and rain, one corner had fallen off the pavilion and two of the stools had toppled over. There were no plants or flowers in the garden, only brittle branches and withered leaves. This garden had been abandoned since a long time ago.</p><p>After the juniors roamed eagerly around the garden for a while, Lan SiZhui spoke up, "This is the garden of the Damsel of Annual Blossoms, is it not?"</p><p>Lan JingYi was confused, "The Damsel of Annual Blossoms? Who is that? Does the garden have an owner? Why does it look so worn-down? It seems like nobody has been caring for it for a long time."</p><p>Annual blossoms were flowers that had short flowering periods and only bloom during certain seasons. There were many varied types and colors, which filled the entire garden with fragrance when they bloomed. Hearing the name, Wei WuXian couldn’t help but recalled something.</p><p>Placing his hand over one of the pillars of the pavilion, Lan SiZhui thought for a while, "If I </p><p>Lan JingYi, "So if you recited the poetry wrong she would throw a flower at your face? Hopefully the flowers did not have thorns. Or else, if I were there to try, my face would definitely start bleeding. What sort of <strong>fae</strong> was she?"</p><p>Lan SiZhui, "I would not call her a fae. She was more like a spirit. The legends have it that the earliest owner of the garden was a poet. He planted these flowers himself and treated them as friends, reciting poetry here everyday. Affected by the emotions of the poetry, a spirit crystallized from the flora of the garden and became the Damsel of Annual Blossoms. When someone came, if their poetry was decent and allowed her to remember the one who planted her, she would be happy and give them a flower. If the poetry was wrong or did not sound pleasing, she would emerge from the bushes and hurl a flower onto the person’s face. The one who had been attacked would faint and realize that they had been thrown out of the garden after they woke up. Ten years ago, an endless number of people would come to this garden."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Romantic, romantic. But I know for sure that the GusuLan Sect’s Library Pavilion wouldn’t hold books that say such things. SiZhui, be honest. Tell us what book you were reading and who gave it to you."</p><p>Lan SiZhui blushed and sneaked a glance at Lan WangJi, worried that he’d be punished. Lan JingYi asked, "Is the Damsel really pretty? Or else why would so many people come?"</p><p>Seeing that Lan WangJi had no intentions of scolding him, Lan SiZhui secretly let out a sigh of relief. Only then did he smile and reply, "She probably was. After all, she crystallized from such pleasant things and was such a romantic spirit. But in reality, nobody had ever seen the Damsel’s face. Because of how even if someone did not know how to compose poetry, it was more than easy for them to memorize a few poems, most people had received the Damsel’s flowers. Even when there came the rare person who recited wrong, they would not get to meet her since they were knocked out immediately. However… one person was the exception."</p><p>Another boy asked, "Who?"</p><p>Wei WuXian let out a light cough.</p><p>Lan SiZhui, "The YiLing patriarch, Wei WuXian."</p><p>Wei WuXian coughed again, "Uh, why’s it him again? Can’t we talk about something else?"</p><p>Nobody paid him any attention. Lan JingYi waved anxiously, "Be quiet! What did Wei WuXian do? He was such a big villain—what did he do, this time? Did he snatch the Damsel away and take her outside?"</p><p>Lan SiZhui, "Well, no. But, in order to see the Damsel’s face, he went out of his way to come to Tanzhou all the way from Yunmeng. Whenever he came to the garden, he would recite the poetry wrong on purpose so that the Damsel became angered, hit him with flowers, and threw him out. When he woke up, he would crawl back inside and continue to recite incorrectly. After this repeated for more than twenty times, he finally saw the Damsel’s face. After this, he would go about everywhere praising how beautiful she looked. However, the Damsel was rather irritated as well. She did not show up for quite a while. Whenever he came, she would pound him with a rain of flowers. The scene was truly more wondrous than any wonders."</p><p>The boys bursted into laughter, "Wei WuXian was such an annoying person!"</p><p>"Was he really that bored?"</p><p>Wei WuXian touched his chin, "How was it boring? Who hasn’t done a couple of such things when they were young? Speaking of it, why do people even know about something like this? And it’s even seriously recorded in a book. That’s pretty boring as well, if you ask me."</p><p>Lan WangJi was looking at him. Although still expressionless, an unusual glint hid beneath his eyes. He looked as though he was laughing at him. Wei WuXian thought to himself, <em>Hey, Lan Zhan, don’t you dare make fun of me. I know at least eight—if not ten—of your embarrassing stories from when you were young. I’ll tell them to the boys sooner or later and destroy the inviolable, irreproachable reputation they have of their HanGuang-Jun.</em></p><p>He declared, "You children are so hyper all the time. You’ve definitely been reading idle books instead of focusing on cultivation. When you get back, make sure HanGuang-Jun punishes you by making you copy the sect rules. Ten times."</p><p>The boys wailed, "Ten times even when doing the handstand?!"</p><p>Wei WuXian was also shocked. He turned to Lan WangJi, "Your sect makes disciples do handstands while copying? That’s awful."</p><p>Lan WangJi replied calmly, "There would always be someone who did not learn their lessons by simply copying the sect rules. Handstands not only guaranteed better performance in the future but also benefited cultivation."</p><p>Of course, Wei WuXian was the someone who never learnt his lessons. He pretended as though he didn’t know what Lan WangJi was talking about. Turning around, he found himself glad that he didn’t have to copy the scriptures while doing handstands.</p><p>In high spirits from listening to the stories, the boys decided that they’d camp at the Garden of Annual Blossoms for the night. Camping was common during night-hunts, anyway. The group gathered a pile of dead branches and dry leaves from around them and finished making the bonfire. Lan WangJi went away to patrol the area, not only making sure that their surroundings were safe but also setting up an array in case of any night attacks. Stretching out his legs, Wei WuXian sat by the fire. Now that Lan WangJi was gone, he finally had a chance to clear up his confusion, "Right. I need to ask you guys a question. Just what is the meaning behind your sect’s forehead ribbon?"</p><p>Hearing this, the boys’ expressions changed at once. They’d all started to stammer. Wei WuXian’s heart skipped a beat and then thumped faster and faster.</p><p>Lan SiZhui asked in caution, "Senior, do you not know?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "If I knew would I still have asked? Do I seem like that bored of a person?"</p><p>Lan JingYi mumbled, "Yes… After all, you could even do something like tricking us to line up and look at that sort of thing…"</p><p>Wei WuXian poked at the fire with a stick, releasing bursts of sparks, "Wasn’t that for you to train yourselves and get out of your comfort zones? It really is effective. If you listen to what I say, you’ll definitely benefit from them in the future."</p><p>Lan SiZhui seemed as though he was carefully choosing his words. He only answered after a long while of hesitation, "Okay. The forehead ribbon of the GusuLan Sect means to "regulate oneself". Senior, you know this, right?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Yes. And?"</p><p>Lan SiZhui continued, "And the founder of the GusuLan Sect, Lan An, had said that one can only let go of all regulations when they are with the one they love and cherish. So, the message that has been passed down the generations is that, uh, our sect’s forehead ribbon is a special object that is very, very personal and sensitive. One cannot easily give another permission to touch it, one cannot take it off as they please, and one absolutely cannot tie it on someone else. It is prohibited. That is, unless, unless…"</p><p>He didn’t need to finish his sentence.</p><p>By the bonfire, the young, innocent faces blushed many shades of red. Even Lan SiZhui couldn’t continue speaking.</p><p>Wei WuXian felt almost half of the blood in his body rush to his head.</p><p>The forehead ribbon, the forehead ribbon, th-th-the…</p><p>The forehead ribbon was indeed quite significant!</p><p>He suddenly felt that he really needed some fresh air. He sprang up and darted outside, only managing to find his balance by holding onto the bark of a wilted tree. He exclaimed in silence, <em>… Good Heavens! What in the world have I done?!</em></p><p>Back then, at Qishan, the Wen Sect held a grand Discussion Conference. The conference was to last for seven days. Each of the seven days’ entertainment had been planned to be different. One of those days involved an archery competition.</p><p>The rules of the competition were as follow. Any disciples younger than twenty were to enter the hunting grounds. Of the more than a thousand life-sized paper mannequin targets, only one hundred were possessed by fierce spirits. If one shot the wrong target, they were out at once. One could only stay in the competition of they continuously shot correct paper mannequins that held evil spirits in them. In the end, the disciples were ranked by who shot the most, who shot with highest accuracy, and so on.</p><p>In such an event, of course Wei WuXian would be participating as one of the YunmengJiang Sect’s contestants. Before the competition, since he had been listening to the sects’ debates for the entire morning, he was feeling unusually groggy. His spirits only lifted as he heaved the bow and arrows onto his back. Yawning as he walked toward the hunting grounds, he suddenly caught sight of a handsome boy with a fair face and a cold demeanor to the side of him. He wore a red round-collar robe with sleeves that had tight openings and a belt of nine golden rings. This was the uniform attire of all of the juniors who came to the Qishan Discussion Conference. On him, it looked exceptionally good. He had a dash of elegance, a few traces of vigour, but a whole lot of good looks. One couldn’t help but brighten up at the sight of such a boy.</p><p>The boy was in the middle of trying out his bow, carrying a bundle of arrows with white-feathered fletchings. Brushing past the bowstring, his slender fingers made the it sound as though it were a guqin string, strong yet beautiful.</p><p>To Wei WuXian, the boy felt a bit familiar. After he thought for a while, he finally remembered and greeted the boy with enthusiasm, "Hey! WangJi-xiong, it’s you!"</p><p>At the time, it had already been a year since Wei WuXian studied at Gusu and was sent back to Yunmeng. After he arrived at Yunmeng, he told the people there all about what he had seen in Gusu, especially things such as how although Lan WangJi’s face looked nice he was so stiff as to do this, so boring as to do that. Not long afterward, he had forgotten all about his days at Gusu and continued to fool around in the lakes and mountains. In the past, he had only seen Lan WangJi in the plain "mourning clothes" of the GusuLan Sect’s uniform, never in such a bright, eye-catching outfit. Along with that overly-pretty face of Lan WangJi’s, now that they met again, Wei WuXian’s eyes had momentarily been blinded by his looks, failing to immediately recognize him.</p><p>On the other hand, as soon as Lan WangJi finished testing his bow, he walked away at once. Awkwardly, Wei WuXian turned to Jiang Cheng, "He ignored me again. Huh."</p><p>Jiang Cheng glanced at him with indifference, also deciding to ignore him. There were more than twenty entrances to the shooting range; each sect’s was different. As Lan WangJi walked toward the entrance of the GusuLan Sect, Wei WuXian sneaked over before he could. Lan WangJi shifted to the one side, and he shifted to the side as well; Lan WangJi moved to the other side, and he moved to the other side as well. In short, he simply refused to let Lan WangJi pass.</p><p>In the end, standing where he was, Lan WangJi raised his chin slightly. In a serious tone, he spoke, "Excuse me."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "You’re finally gonna talk to me? Were you pretending that you didn’t know me or that you didn’t hear me?"</p><p>Not far away, the boys from other sects all stared at them. Some laughed, some exclaimed. Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue impatiently. With arrows on his back, he walked toward another entrance.</p><p>Lan WangJi raised his eyes coldly and repeated, "Excuse me."</p><p>A faint smile by his lips, Wei WuXian raised his brows and turned to the side. The arch door of the entrance was rather narrow. Lan WangJi could only brush by him as he walked in. After he entered, Wei WuXian shouted from behind him, "Lan Zhan, your forehead ribbon is crooked."</p><p>All disciples from prominent sects took great care to maintain their appearances, especially those from the GusuLan Sect. Hearing this, Lan WangJi reached to adjust it without a second thought. Yet, the forehead ribbon was clearly as proper as always. Turning around, he casted an annoyed look at Wei WuXian. The latter only laughed as he turned to the YunmengJiang Sect’s entrance.</p><p>After everyone had entered and the competition had officially began, one by one, disciples left due to accidentally shooting normal mannequins. With each shot, Wei WuXian brought one down. Although he was slow, he never missed once. The number of arrows in the quiver soon decreased by seventeen or eighteen. Just as he was thinking about what would happen if he shot with his other hand, suddenly, something drifted to his face.</p><p>Softer than even the touch of <strong>catkin blossoms</strong> carried by the wind, the object made Wei WuXian’s cheek itch. Turning around, he saw that Lan WangJi had somehow already walked near him. With his back facing Wei WuXian and front to a paper mannequin, he was in the process of drawing his bow.</p><p>The ends of his forehead ribbon danced in the breeze, gently brushing against Wei WuXian’s face.</p><p>He squinted, "WangJi-xiong!"</p><p>With his bow already in the shape of a full moon, Lan WangJi still responded after a short moment of hesitation, "What?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Your forehead ribbon is crooked."</p><p>This time, Lan WangJi refused to believe him again. As he released his arrow, he replied without even turning around, "Ridiculous."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "It’s true this time! It really is crooked. Just watch if you don’t believe me. Let me straighten it up for you."</p><p>He proceeded as he spoke, grabbing the ribbon tail that kept on fluttering in front of his eyes. Alas, however, his hands were simply too unruly. In the past, he made a habit of pulling on the Yunmeng girls’ braids. Whenever he touched a strip-like object, he’d have the urge to tug it. Thus, without a second thought, he tugged it this time as well. However, since the forehead ribbon was already slightly askew, a bit loose, now that he pulled on it, it fell from Lan WangJi’s forehead at once.</p><p>The hand that Lan WangJi held the bow with immediately gave out a shiver.</p><p>He only managed to turn around after quite a long while. Slowly, his eyes finally locked into Wei WuXian’s.</p><p>Wei WuXian was still holding the soft ribbon in his hand, "I’m sorry. It wasn’t on purpose. Here, you can tie it up again."</p><p>Lan WangJi’s expression was darker than ever.</p><p>It almost seemed as if a cloud of black fog hovered over his face. As he clenched his arrow, veins climbed over the back of his hand. He appeared so angry that his body was almost shaking. Seeing that even his eyes looked bloodshot, Wei WuXian couldn’t help but squeeze the forehead ribbon, <em>Am I sure that the thing I pulled off is a forehead ribbon and not some part of his body?</em></p><p>Shocked that he dared to squeeze it, Lan WangJi snatched the forehead ribbon from his hands as fast as he could.</p><p>Wei WuXian let go the moment he snatched it. The rest of the Lan Sect’s disciples ceased with their attacks as well, and everyone came over. Arm around his younger brother, Lan XiChen talked to the unspeaking Lan WangJi in a low voice. All of the others seemed similarly serious, as though they were facing a powerful enemy. They shook their heads as they spoke, glancing at Wei WuXian with odd, indescribable looks on their faces.</p><p>Wei WuXian only heard a few vague terms, such as "accident", "calm down", "no need to worry", "a man", "the sect rules", and so on. He felt even more confused. After glowering at him one last time, Lan WangJi turned around and walked alone toward the outside of the range.</p><p>Jiang Cheng came over and asked, "What did you do, this time? Didn’t I tell you not to tease him? Your day just won’t be complete unless you dig your own grave at least once, huh?"</p><p>Wei WuXian shrugged, "I said that his forehead ribbon was crooked. I was tricking him the first time but the second time was real. He didn’t believe me and got mad. I didn’t pull off his forehead ribbon on purpose. Why do you think he’s so angry? He’s not even participating in the contest anymore."</p><p>Jiang Cheng mocked, "Isn’t it clear? It’s because he especially hates you!"</p><p>The arrows behind him were almost all gone. Seeing this, Wei WuXian got to work as well.</p><p>Throughout all these years, he never really paid much attention to this incident. In the beginning, he actually did doubt that the forehead ribbon held a special meaning to the Lan Clan. After the competition, though, he forgot all about it. Now that he thought about how the other disciples of the Lan Sect looked at him…</p><p>With his forehead ribbon taken off by a brat without any consent or whatsoever in front of everyone’s eyes, Lan Zhan managed to hold himself back from shooting Wei WuXian to death right then, right there—people with good manners were so scary!!! He was indeed worthy of the title HanGuang-Jun!!!</p><p>And, thinking about it some more, Wei WuXian realized that he touched Lan WangJi’s forehead ribbon more than just once after the incident!!!</p><p>Lan JingYi puzzled, "What is he doing, walking here and there like that? Did he eat too much?"</p><p>Another boy added, "And his face is switching between red and green… Is it something that that he ate?"</p><p>"We did not eat anything special in particular… Is it because of the forehead ribbon’s meaning? He seems a bit too excited. It seems like he really loves HanGuang-Jun a lot. Look at how happy he is…"</p><p>Wei WuXian finally managed to calm down after walking around a bush of withered flowers for about fifty times. Hearing that last sentence, he was between laughter and tears. Suddenly, he heard the noise of somebody stepping on dried leaves behind him.</p><p>From the sound of the footsteps, he could tell that it wasn’t a child. Lan WangJi had probably come back. Quickly adjusting his facial expressions, Wei WuXian turned around to see a black figure standing within the shadow of a dead tree nearby.</p><p>The figure was quite tall, quite straight, quite dignified.</p><p>It was missing a head, though.</p><h3>Translator’s Notes</h3><p><strong>Fae</strong>: Previously translated as <em>yao</em>… It just didn’t seem right to have demon, ghost, monster, and all of a sudden a pinyin.</p><p><strong>Catkin blossoms</strong>: Filling the skies with white, fluffy seeds, catkins have long been the subject of many renowned poets in China. Of course, in places like Beijing, it’s quite annoying for people with allergies.</p><h3>*GUYS! I know a lot of you have read the novel already and want to answer questions for those who haven’t, but PLEASE don’t post spoilers!
Chapter 49 Guile—Part Four</h3><p>Wei WuXian could finally be sure of which scene he was looking it.</p><p>Back then, when Nie MingJue received the information, he began a surprise attack at Yangquan.</p><p>Nie MingJue’s attacks had almost always been successful. Yet, whether because of a mistake in the information or just pure luck, nobody had expected that the attack led them straight to the sect leader of the QishanWen Sect, Wen RuoHan.</p><p>Due to the miscalculation in their forces, the QishanWen Sect relinquished their passivity. It captured all of the cultivators who came and took them to the Nightless City.</p><p>Meng Yao half-kneeled to the side of Nie MingJue, "I never would’ve expected you to be in such a terrible situation."</p><p>Nie MingJue only spoke two words, "Get lost."</p><p>Meng Yao’s laugh held a sense of pity, "Do you still think you’re the king of Hejian? Look carefully—this is Sun Palace."</p><p>One of the cultivators on the side spat out, "Sun Palace? It’s only the den of the Wen-dogs!"</p><p>Meng Yao’s expression changed and he unsheathed his sword.</p><p>A line of blood instantly flew from the cultivator’s neck. He died without a sound. Those from his sect wailed, screaming as they threw themselves over. Nie MingJue was enraged, "You!"</p><p>Another cultivator roared, "You Wen-dog! If you’re so confident, why don’t you kill me as well?"</p><p>Meng Yao didn’t even move his brows. With another backhanded swing, blood bloomed from the cultivator’s throat. Meng Yao smiled, "Sure."</p><p>Sword in his hand, he stood amid a pool of blood, the corpses of two white-robed cultivators at his feet. He asked, still smiling, "Does anyone else want to say the word?"</p><p>Nie MingJue replied coldly, "Wen-dog."</p><p>He knew that only death awaited him now that he was in Wen RuoHan’s hands, which was why he didn’t fear anything. If Wei WuXian were the one in such a situation, he would’ve also cursed as awfully as he wanted to before doing anything else—he’d die no matter what. Despite this, Meng Yao only smiled, not at all angered. With a snap of his fingers, one of the Wen Sect’s cultivators came over on his knees. Both hands above his head, he positioned a long box before Meng Yao’s hands.</p><p>Meng Yao opened the box and took out a certain object, "Sect Leader Nie, why don’t you take a look at what this is?"</p><p>It was Nie MingJue’s saber, Baxia!</p><p>Nie MingJue was infuriated, "Get lost, now!"</p><p>However, Meng Yao had already taken Baxia out and was holding it in his hand, "Sect Leader Nie, Baxia had been in my hands quite a few times in the past. Don’t you think it’s already too late for you to be angry now?"</p><p>Nie MingJue spoke one word at a time, "Take your hand off it!"</p><p>As though purposely trying to enrage him, Meng Yao weighed the saber in his hand and commented, "Sect Leader Nie, your saber, I’d say, can pass as a top-tier spiritual weapon. With that said, compared to the saber of your father, the previous Sect Leader Nie, it’s still somewhat inferior. Why don’t you take a guess at how many times Sect Leader Wen has to slap it for it to break this time?"</p><p>Within a split second, all of the blood in Nie MingJue’s body rushed to his head. Wei WuXian’s scalp was also numb by the sudden anger. He commented in silence, <em><i>Just brutal.</i></em></p><p>The thing in Nie MingJue’s life that he loathed and regretted the most was the death of his father.</p><p>Back then, when Nie MingJue was only a teenager and the leader of the QingheNie Sect was his father, someone gifted Wen RuoHan a rare saber. Wen RuoHan was pleased for quite a couple of days. He had asked the guest cultivators—<i>what do you think of this saber of mine?</i></p><p>He had always been unpredictable, laughing one second and then hostile the next. Of course, everyone flattered him as he liked, praising how no saber in all of history could compare to this one. Unfortunately, though, one of the guests either held bitterness to the previous Sect Leader Nie or wanted to reply with a unique answer and gain attention. He had said—<i>of course your saber is unparalleled, but, you see, I’m afraid that a certain person won’t agree.</i></p><p>And, thus, Wen RuoHan wasn’t pleased anymore. He asked who the person was. The guest replied—<i>it’s naturally the leader of the QingheNie Sect, a sect known for its saber cultivation; he’s awfully arrogant, always boasting about how his prized saber is absolutely unrivaled, and how even in a hundred years no sword has been able compare to his. No matter how good one’s saber was, he definitely won’t admit it, and even if he did admit it out loud, he won’t admit it in his heart.</i></p><p>Wen RuoHan laughed after he heard—<i>are you sure about that? Well, I want to see.</i></p><p>And so, he immediately called over the previous Sect Leader Nie of Qinghe. Holding the saber, Wen RuoHan looked at it for a while, then replied with only one sentence—<i>yes, it really is a good saber.</i></p><p>He slapped the saber a few times, and told Sect Leader Nie to take it back.</p><p>Back then, nothing seemed out of place. The previous Sect Leader Nie was also confused. He was only annoyed by the commanding attitude. However, during a night-hunt a few days after he returned, when battling a beast, his saber suddenly broke into pieces. Then he was severely injured by the horn of the beast.</p><p>Nie MingJue, who was night-hunting along with his father, saw the scene with his own eyes.</p><p>After Sect Leader Nie was brought back, he couldn’t make peace with such an event no matter what, and his injuries didn’t heal either. Having fallen ill for half a year, he finally left the world, from either the anger or the illness. The reason why Nie MingJue, along with the entire QingheNie Sect, detested the QishanWen Sect with such intensity was due to this.</p><p>Now, right before Wen RuoHan, Meng Yao held his saber and mentioned once again how both his father and his father’s saber had been destroyed. It was as cruel as one could get!</p><p>With a smack of Nie MingJue’s hand, Meng Yao staggered backward and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Seeing this, the figure on the jade seat shifted forward, as though wanting to move. Meng Yao immediately got up and kicked toward Nie MingJue’s chest. Nie MingJue’s previous attack was already beyond what he could manage. He fell heavily onto the ground. Finally, he couldn’t hold back the boiling blood circulating within his chest any longer.</p><p>Wei WuXian, on the other hand, was shocked speechless.</p><p>There were so many versions to the rumors, but he had never thought that there was the marvelous detail of LianFang-Zun kicking ChiFeng-Zun!</p><p>With great force, Meng Yao stamped on Nie MingJue’s chest, "How dare you act in such a way before Sect Leader Wen’s eyes!"</p><p>As he spoke, he stabbed downward with his sword. Nie MingJue slapped Meng Yao’s sword with his palm, causing it to shatter into pieces. Meng Yao had also fallen from the attack. Just as Nie MingJue prepared to strike the crown of Meng Yao’s head, he felt his body get dragged toward another direction by an unusual force.</p><p>This direction was that of Wen RuoHan’s seat. With great speed, Nie MingJue’s body dragged a thirty-feet streak of blood along the jet stone tiles. The streak was still growing in length.</p><p>Nie MingJue reached for one of the kneeling Wen Sect disciples and threw him toward the jade seat. With a burst, crimson blood exploded in the air as if a watermelon had flown into pieces and the pulp had splattered all over the ground. Wen RuoHan had cracked the disciple’s head with an airborne strike. However, this had still saved time for Nie MingJue. Anger had allowed a sudden surge in his strength. With a leap, he formed a hand seal, and Baxia flew to him at once.</p><p>Meng Yao shouted, "Sect Leader, watch out!"</p><p>A voice laughed madly, "Let it be!"</p><p>It was a youthful voice. Wei WuXian wasn’t the least surprised. Wen RuoHan’s level of cultivation was extremely high, so of course his corporal body was also perfectly maintained in its prime. As soon as Nie MingJue’s hand gripped Baxia’s hilt, he slashed it forward. The dozens of Wen Sect’s cultivators who came to encircle him were cut in half!</p><p>Countless deformed corpses lay in disorder on the coal-colored tiles. Suddenly, Wei WuXian felt his a shiver down his spine.</p><p>Within the blink of an eye, a figure had appeared behind him. Nie MingJue slashed across fiercely, his spiritual power smashing some of the ground into fragments, yet he hit nothing. His chest, however, felt as though it had received a strong blow. He crashed into one of the golden pillars in the palace, coughing up warm blood. Blood had also trickled down his forehead, continuing to blur his sight. Sensing that someone was approaching, he waved his arm for another attack. This time, a fist had slammed into the center of his chest. His entire body sunk a few degrees into the tiled ground!</p><p>Wei WuXian’s senses were connected with Nie MingJue’s. As he was beaten up, he was secretly shocked.</p><p>Wen RuoHan’s abilities really were overwhelmingly formidable!</p><p>Wei WuXian had never dueled Nie MingJue directly, so he didn’t know who’d win or lose. However, from his observations, Nie MingJue’s level of cultivation could be ranked top three out of all the people whom he had seen. Yet, in spite of this, he was still absolutely defenseless in front of Wen RuoHan! And, even if he himself were here, he wouldn’t dare say that the injuries he received would be any less than Nie MingJue’s…</p><p>Wen RuoHan stepped onto Nie MingJue’s chest. Wei WuXian’s sight was beginning to darken. The taste of blood kept on travelling up his throat.</p><p>Meng Yao’s voice was approaching, "Your subordinate is useless to have needed your presence, Sect Leader."</p><p>Wen RuoHan laughed, "You good-for-nothing."</p><p>Meng Yao laughed as well. Wen RuoHan asked, "He’s the one who killed Wen Xu?"</p><p>Meng Yao, "That’s right. It was him. Sect Leader, are you going to kill your foe right now, or drag him to the Fire Palace? My personal suggestion is to take him to the Fire Palace."</p><p>The "Fire Palace" was Wen RuoHan’s playground. It was where he collected thousands of torture devices for tormenting people. This meant that Meng Yao was unwilling to give Nie Mingjue a straightforward death. Meng Yao wanted to take him to Wen RuoHan’s torturing grounds and forge him through the devices that he himself had made until he finally died.</p><p>Hearing the two of them joke around, talking about how to deal with him, Nie MingJue felt raging flames heat the seething blood in his chest. Wen RuoHan replied, "Why mop around with someone who’s already half-dead?"</p><p>Meng Yao, "Now, that’s not the way to go about this. With Sect Leader Nie’s sturdy body, he might become all great and mighty again after just a few days of rest."</p><p>Wen RuoHan, "Do as you please."</p><p>Meng Yao, "Yes."</p><p>Yet, as he responded, a cold light, thinner than thin, slashed out and across.</p><p>Wen RuoHan suddenly turned quiet.</p><p>Warm droplets of blood splashed onto Nie MingJue’s face. He seemed as though he sensed something, trying to look up and see what was going on. Still, with his heavy injuries, his head sunk to the ground. He finally closed his eyes.</p><p>Wei WuXian didn’t know how long had passed before he finally felt a streak of light in his sight. Nie MingJue slowly opened his eyes.</p><p>As soon as he awakened, he found that one of his arms was carried over Meng Yao’s shoulder. Meng Yao managed forward, half-carrying, half-dragging him.</p><p>Meng Yao, "Sect Leader Nie?"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Wen RuoHan has died?"</p><p>Meng Yao seemed as if his footing had slipped. He responded with a trembling voice, "He has probably…died."</p><p>He was also carrying something in his hand.</p><p>Nie MingJue spoke in a low tone, "Hand me the saber."</p><p>Wei WuXian couldn’t see Meng Yao’s expression. He could only hear the saddened smile from his voice, "Sect Leader Nie, at such a point in time, just please don’t keep on thinking about cutting me up with your saber…"</p><p>Nie MingJue was silent for a moment. Having refocused his strength, he snatched the saber. Even though Meng Yao was agile, pure power could subdue all skill. With the saber taken, he immediately leaped to the side, "Sect Leader Nie, you’re still injured."</p><p>Saber in hand, Nie MingJue spoke coldly, "You killed them."</p><p>The cultivators who were held captive alongside Nie MingJue.</p><p>Meng Yao, "Sect Leader Nie, you should understand. In that sort of situation… I had no choice."</p><p>What Nie MingJue hated the most were such irresponsible words. Fuming, he lunged with his saber, "You had no choice? Whether or not to do it was up to you, and so was whether or not to kill them!"</p><p>Meng Yao dodged, protesteting, "Was it really up to me? Sect Leader Nie, if we think from each other’s perspective…"</p><p>Nie MingJue had known what he wanted to say. He interrupted, "We won’t!"</p><p>Meng Yao also seemed as though his energy had run out. He tried to avoid the attacks, yet his feet had almost slipped, revealing how difficult of a situation he was in. After taking a while to catch his breath, it was as if he had finally exploded. He suddenly shouted, "ChiFeng-Zun!!! Don’t you understand that if I didn’t kill them, you’d be the one who died then?!!"</p><p>This was actually the same as saying, ‘I’m the one who saved your life so you can’t kill me or else it’d be immoral.’ However, Jin GuangYao was indeed worthy of his reputation. The same meaning but a different wording, and he was able to create a contained sense of frustration and a reserved sense of sorrow. As he had expected, Nie MingJue’s movement halted. Veins stood out under his forehead.</p><p>Having paused for a while, he clenched the hilt of his saber and shouted, "Very well! I’ll kill myself after I kill you!"</p><p>Meng Yao shrunk immediately after his previous outburst. Watching Baxia slash toward him, he sprinted off at once, scared lifeless. Of the two, one striked with madness and the other fled with madness. Both staggered, still soaked in blood. In such amusing circumstances, as Wei WuXian chopped at the future Chief Cultivator, in his heart he split his sides laughing. He thought that if not for how Nie MingJue was under heavy injuries and lacked spiritual power, Meng Yao would probably have been dead already.</p><p>Amid all the action, a surprised voice suddenly called out, "MingJue-xiong!"</p><p>A figure dressed in clean, white robes darted out of the forest. Meng Yao looked as if he had just seen a god from Heaven. He quickly scrambled over and hid behind the person’s back, "ZeWu-Jun!!! ZeWu-Jun!!!"</p><p>Nie MingJue was in the middle of his rage. He didn’t even have the chance to ask why Lan XiChen was there as he shouted, "XiChen move!"</p><p>Baxia’s strikes were so menacing that Shuoyue had to unsheath. Lan XiChen stopped him, half to support his figure and half to block his attacks, "MingJue-xiong, calm down! Why bother?"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Why don’t you ask what he did?!"</p><p>Lan XiChen turned around to look at Meng Yao, his face was full of terror. He stammered as if he didn’t dare speak. Nie MingJue, "Back then, after you fled from Langya, I was wondering why I couldn’t find you no matter what! So you became the Wen-dogs’ underling and took sides with the tyrant in the Nightless City!"</p><p>Lan XiChen, "MingJue-xiong."</p><p>He rarely interrupted others. Nie MingJue hesitated. Lan XiChen continued, "Do you know who was the one that gave you the QishanWen Sect’s maps of tactical formation these past few times?"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "You."</p><p>Lan XiChen, "I was delivering them. Do you know who was the source of all that information?"</p><p>Under such circumstances, it wasn’t difficult to see what he had meant. Nie MingJue glanced at Meng Yao, who stood behind him, head hanging low. His brows twitched uncontrollably, as though he couldn’t believe the matter.</p><p>Lan XiChen, "There is no need to doubt. Today, as well, I have come here to aid you only after he contacted me. Or else, how would I just happen to appear here?"</p><p>Nie MingJue was unable to say anything.</p><p>Lan XiChen added, "After incident at Langya, A-Yao felt remorse, but he was afraid he might run into you. He could only manage to sneak into the QishanWen Sect and approach Wen RuoHan, then write me letters in secrecy. At first, I did not know whom the person sending the letters was, either. I only realized whom he was after discovering a few clues from a coincidence or two."</p><p>He turned to Meng Yao, then lowered his voice, "Did you not tell MingJue-xiong of these?"</p><p>"…"</p><p>Holding the wound on his arm, Meng Yao managed a smile, "ZeWu-Jun, you saw as well. Even if I did say so, Sect Leader Nie wouldn’t have believed me either."</p><p>Nie MingJue remained silent, while Baxia and Shuoyue continued. Meng Yao took a glimpse at the glares from the clashes of the saber and the sword, his gaze full of fear. After a while, however, he still took a step forward. He kneeled to Nie MingJue.</p><p>Lan XiChen, "Meng Yao?"</p><p>Meng Yao whispered, "Sect Leader Nie, back in Sun Palace, although it was to gain the trust of Wen RuoHan, I did indeed harm you and say inappropriate things. I purposely jabbed at your scar, knowing that the previous Sect Leader Nie hurts you deeply… Although I had no other choice, I’m still truly sorry."</p><p>Nie MingJue, "The one you should be kneeling to isn’t me, but the cultivators that you killed with your own hands."</p><p>Meng Yao, "Wen RuoHan had a cruel character. Whenever there was any disobeyment, he’d act as though he was mad. Since I was pretending to be someone he could trust, how could I sit back when others humiliated him? So…"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Good. Looks like you’ve been doing these things since sometime ago."</p><p>Meng Yao sighed, "I was in Qishan."</p><p>Lan XiChen sighed as well, his attacks persisting, "MingJue-xiong, he was undercover in Qishan, and sometimes there would be some things that… could not have been helped. When he was doing these things, in his heart he was also…"</p><p>In his heart, Wei WuXian shook his head, <em><i>ZeWu-Jun, he’s still… too kind, too pure.</i></em></p><p>After a second thought, however, he concluded that he was only so guarded toward Jin GuangYao because he had already known about the various suspicions, whereas the Meng Yao in front of Lan XiChen was someone who had gone undercover without a choice, enduring humiliation alone. The two held different viewpoints, so how could their feelings be compared?</p><p>A moment later, Nie MingJue still raised his saber. Lan XiChen, "MingJue-xiong!"</p><p>Meng Yao shut his eyes. Lan XiChen also tightened his grip on Shuoyue, "Please excuse…"</p><p>Before he could finish his sentence, the silver light of the blade slashed down violently, onto a boulder on the side.</p><p>Meng Yao flinched from the thunder of the boulder splitting apart. Looking over, he saw that it had been sliced into two halves, from the top to the bottom.</p><p>Even in the end, the saber couldn’t fall on him. Baxia unsheathed. Nie MingJue walked away and never turned around.</p><p>Now that Wen RuoHan had died, even though remnants of the QishanWen Sect still remained, they were already beyond hope—their defeat was set in stone.</p><p>And the sacrificial Meng Yao who had been undercover in the Nightless City for years became famous immediately after the battle.</p><p>Wei WuXian had once found it strange as well. Ever since Meng Yao betrayed the QingheNie Sect, the relationship between Nie MingJue and him hadn’t been the same as before. Then why did they later become sworn brothers? From his observations, aside from how Lan XiChen brought it up, having always hoped that the two would reconcile, the most important factor was probably the gratitude of saving his life and writing the letters. To be precise, in his past battles, he had more-or-less depended on the information that Meng Yao sent over through Lan XiChen. He still thought that Jin GuangYao was a talented </p><p>After the Sunshot Campaign had ended, the LanlingJin Sect set up a flower banquet that lasted for days, inviting countless cultivators, countless sects to come and celebrate together.</p><p>On Koi Tower, people came and went. Before Nie MingJue’s high viewpoint, the crowd parted again and again, with both sides nodding at him in respect, calling him "ChiFeng-Zun". Wei WuXian thought, <em><i>Such a show of extravagance is going to reach even the heavens. All these people both fear and respect Nie MingJue. There’s quite a few people who fear me, though not a lot who respect me.</i></em></p><p>Jin GuangYao was standing right beside the base of the palace. Now that he had become sworn brothers with Nie MingJue and Lan XiChen, and been accepted into his clan, he had already painted between his brows the mark of vermilion and donned the white, golden-edged robes of Sparks Amidst Snow. Wearing a gauze cap, he was almost beyond recognition. As handsome as ever, his cleverness was the same, yet his air was calmer than it had ever been.</p><p>Beside him, Wei WuXian was surprised to find a familiar figure.</p><p>Xue Yang.</p><p>At this point in time, Xue Yang was still quite young. Although his features were still childlike, he was already rather tall. He was also wearing a robe of Sparks Amidst Snow. Standing beside Jin GuangYao, it was as though a spring breeze blew over willow trees—he was full of youthful talent. They seemed to be talking about something amusing. Jin GuangYao smiled, gesturing with his hand. The two exchanged a look, and Xue Yang bursted into laughter. With nonchalance, he glanced at the cultivators who walked around. His eyes were filled with casual contempt, as though all of them were walking pieces of trash. When he saw Nie MingJue, he had none of the fear that others had. Instead, he grinned, flashing his canine teeth. Jin GuangShan noticed that Nie MingJue’s expression wasn’t too keen. With hurry, he suppressed his smile and whispered something to Xue Yang. Xue Yang waved his hands, then skipped over to another area.</p><p>Jin GuangYao walked over and spoke with a tone of respect, "Brother."</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Who was that?"</p><p>After a moment of hesitation, Jin GuangYao answered carefully, "Xue Yang."</p><p>Nie MingJue frowned, "Xue Yang of Kuizhou?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao nodded. Xue Yang had been infamous ever since he was young. Wei WuXian clearly felt Nie MingJue’s brows knit even tighter. He spoke, "Why are you wasting your time with such a person?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "The LanlingJin Sect recruited him."</p><p>He didn’t dare to protest any further. Excuse being that he needed to care for the guests, he scurried to the other side. Nie MingJue shook his head and turned around. With the turn, Wei WuXian immediately felt his eyes lit up. He felt as though snow had begun to fall from the sky, drifting toward a hall illuminated by moonlight. Side by side, Lan XiChen and Lan WangJi walked over.</p><p>The two jades of Lan stood together, one wearing the xiao, the other carrying the guqin; one warmly gentle, the other coldly austere. Nevertheless, they were similarly stunning, similarly poised, truly the same color, yet two different airs. No wonder others had always stared and exclaimed with such a sight.</p><p>The current Lan WangJi still had some naivety at the edges, but the cold expression that kept everyone at arm’s length was the same. Wei WuXian’s gaze stuck to his face at once, unable to be move away no matter what. Regardless of whether or not he could hear it, Wei WuXian shouted happily, "Lan Zhan! I miss you so much! Hahahahahahaha!"</p><p>Suddenly, a voice spoke, "Sect Leader Nie, Sect Leader Lan."</p><p>Hearing the familiar voice, Wei WuXian’s heart jumped. Nie MingJue turned around again. Jiang Cheng came over, dressed in purple, hand on his sword.</p><p>And the person standing beside Jiang Cheng was none other than Wei WuXian himself.</p><p>He saw himself walk with hands behind his back, wearing all black. A flute in the shade of ink stuck to his waist, hanging down with crimson colored tassels. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jiang Cheng, he nodded in this direction to show respect. Attitude slightly arrogant, he took on a profound, disdainful appearance. As Wei WuXian saw the stance of his younger self, the root of his teeth even cringed in soreness. He felt that he really was pretentious, and itched to just beat the hell out of himself.</p><p>Lan WangJi also saw Wei WuXian, who stood beside Jiang Cheng. The tip of his brows twitched ever so slightly. Soon afterward, his light-colored eyes returned to where they were, still looking forward in that composed way. Jiang Cheng and Nie MingJue nodded at each other with grave faces. Neither had anything unnecessary to say. After a hasty greeting, the two walked their separate ways. Wei WuXian saw his black-clothed self glance around as he finally saw Lan WangJi. He looked as if he was about to speak before Jiang Cheng came over and stood to his side. Heads down, they each said something, wearing serious expressions on their faces. Wei WuXian laughed aloud. Still walking beside Jiang Cheng, he went toward another area. The people around them also moved to make quite some space for them.</p><p>Wei WuXian thought about it carefully—just what was it that they talked about? Originally, he couldn’t recall it no matter what. He only remembered after scrutinizing the shape of their mouths through Nie MingJue’s sight. Back then, what he said was, ‘Jiang Cheng, ChiFeng-Zun is so much taller than you, haha.’</p><p>And what Jiang Cheng said was, ‘Gest lost. You want to die?’</p><p>Nie MingJue’s gaze turned over again, "Why does Wei Ying not carry his sword?"</p><p>Carrying one’s sword was like wearing formal attire. In such gatherings, it was a non-negligible indication of etiquette. Those from prominent sects saw it as especially important. Lan WangJi responded in a lukewarm tone, "He had probably forgotten."</p><p>Ning MingJue raised a brow, "He can even forget something like this?"</p><p>Lang WangJi, "It is nothing out of the ordinary."</p><p>Wei WuXian, <em><i>Well, well, bad-mouthing me behind my back. Now I’ve caught you.</i></em></p><p>Lan XiChen smiled, "Young Master Wei has said before that he does not want to care about any of the redundant formalities. Let alone carrying his sword, even if he does not wear his clothes, what can others do about him? How truly youthful."</p><p>Hearing from another person’s mouth the arrogant words he had once said did indeed bring up an indescribable feeling. Wei WuXian felt a bit ashamed, yet he couldn’t really do anything either. Suddenly, he heard Lan WangJi mutter under his breath, "How frivolous."</p><p>He voice was extremely soft, as though it was directed at only himself. The two words knocked upon Wei WuXian’s ears, somehow making his heart skip a few beats as well.</p><p>Lan XiChen looked at him, "Hmm? Why are you still here?"</p><p>Lan WangJi was a bit confused. With a straight face, he replied, "Brother is here, so of course I am here as well."</p><p>Lan XiChen, "Why have you not gone to converse with him yet? They will soon be far gone."</p><p>Wei WuXian found this rather strange, <em><i>Why did ZeWu-Jun bring this up? Might it be that Lan Zhan had something to say to me?</i></em></p><p>Before he could see how Lan WangJi reacted, a series of clamor suddenly came from the other end of the base. Wei WuXian heard his own raging shout, "Jin ZiXuan! Don’t you forget about what things you said and what things you did? What do you mean by this, now?!"</p><p>Wei WuXian remembered. So it was this time!</p><p>On the other side, Jin ZiXuan also fumed, "I was asking Sect Leader Jiang, not you! The one I was asking about was also Maiden Jiang. How is that related to you?!"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Well said! How is my shijie related to you? Back then, who was the one whose eyes grew on the back of their head?"</p><p>Jin ZiXuan, "Sect Leader Jiang—this is our sect’s flower banquet, and this is your sect’s person! Are you going to look after him or not?!"</p><p>Lan XiChen, " Why have they begun to argue again?"</p><p>Lan WangJi looked over there, yet his feet were still stuck to the ground. A while later, as if he was finally determined to do something, he stepped forward. He was about to go over when Jiang Cheng’s voice came, "Wei WuXian, you can just shut your mouth. Young Master Jin, I’m sorry. My sister is doing quite well. Thank you for your concern. We can talk about this next time."</p><p>Wei WuXian laughed coldly, "Next time? There is no next time! Whether or not she’s doing well isn’t any of his business, either! Who does he think he is?"</p><p>He turned around and started to leave. Jiang Cheng shouted, "Get back here! Where are you going?"</p><p>Wei WuXian waved his hands, "Anywhere is fine! Just don’t let me see that face of his. I never wanted to come, anyway. You can deal with whatever’s here yourself."</p><p>Having been abandoned by Wei WuXian, Jiang Cheng’s face immediately clouded over. Jin GuangYao had been busying himself with all sorts of things in and out of the place. He faced all guests with smiles, all problems with action. Seeing that something went wrong over here, he emerged again, "Young Master Wei, please wait!"</p><p>Hands behind his back, Wei WuXian walked at a fast pace. His face was dark, and he didn’t pay attention to anyone. Lan WangJi walked a step toward him, but before he had a chance to speak, the two of them brushed shoulders and parted.</p><p>Jin GuangYao couldn’t catch up with Wei WuXian. He stomped his foot on the ground and sighed, "And there he goes. Sect Leader Jiang, just… just what should I do?"</p><p>Jiang Cheng stowed away the clouds on his face, "Don’t mind him. Look at how impolite he is. He’s used to such rude behavior at home."</p><p>He then began to converse with Jin ZiXuan.</p><p>Watching the two, Wei WuXian let out a long sigh in silence. The good thing was that Nie MingJue wasn’t too interested in the things going on here. He quickly looked away, and Wei WuXian wasn’t able to see them anymore.</p><p>The QingheNie Sect’s residence, the Unclean Realm—</p><p>Nie MingJue was sitting on a mat seat. A guqin lay horizontally before Lan XiChen as he brushed his fingers over the strings. When the song finished, Jin GuangYao laughed, "Well, now that I’ve heard Brother’s guqin skills, I might as well smash my guqin the moment I get home."</p><p>Lan XiChen, "Your skills are also considered quite fine outside of Gusu. Were they taught by your mother?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "No. I taught myself by watching others. She never taught me such things. She only taught me reading and writing, and bought a handful of expensive sword and cultivation guides for me to practice."</p><p>Lan XiChen seemed surprised, "Sword and cultivation guides?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "Brother, you haven’t seen them before, have you? Those small booklets sold by the common folk. First jumbled sketches of human figures, then deliberately mystified captions."</p><p>Lan XiChen shook his head, smiling. Jin GuangYao shook his head as well, "All of them are scams, especially to fool women like my mother and ignorant children. You won’t lose anything by practicing them, but you definitely won’t gain anything either."</p><p>He sighed in a rueful way, "But how could my mother have known this? She bought them no matter how expensive they were, saying that if I returned to see my father in the future, I had to see him with as much competence as possible so that I don’t fall behind. All of the money was spent on this."</p><p>Lan XiChen strummed the strings of the guqin, "You are very talented, having achieved so much from simply watching others. If a master could offer you advice, you would make rapid progress."</p><p>Jin GuangYao grinned, "The master is right before my eyes, but I’d never dare to trouble him."</p><p>Lan XiChen, "Why not? Young Master, sit, please."</p><p>And Jin GuangYao sat down in front of him, his back straight and still. He pretended as though he was a student humbly listening to advice, "Teacher Lan, what will you be teaching?"</p><p>Lan XiChen, "How about Sound of Lucidity?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao’s eyes lit up, but before he could speak, Nie MingJue looked up, "Sound of Lucidity is one of the GusuLan Sect’s exclusive teachings. It shouldn’t be leaked."</p><p>Lan XiChen, though, didn’t seem to mind. He smiled, "Sound of Lucidity is different from Sound of Vanquish in that its usage is to clear one’s mind. How selfish must I be to withhold such a therapeutic technique? Besides, why would teaching it to our third brother be considered as a leakage?"</p><p>Seeing that his heart was set, Nie MingJue didn’t say anything further.</p><p>One day, the moment he returned to the main hall of the Unclean Realm, he saw about a dozen folding fans, all lined in gold, flattened out one next to the other in front of Nie HuaiSang, who was touching them tenderly, mumbling as he compared the inscriptions written on each one. Immediately, veins protruded from Nie MingJue’s forehead, "Nie HuaiSang!"</p><p>Nie HuaiSang fell at once.</p><p>He really did fall to his knees from the terror. He only staggered up after he finished kneeling, "B-b-b-brother."</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Where is your saber?"</p><p>Nie HuaiSang cowered, "In… in my room. No, in the school grounds. No, let me… think…"</p><p>Wei WuXian could feel that Nie MingJue almost wanted to hack him dead right there, "You bring a dozen fans with you wherever you go, yet you don’t even know where your own saber is?!"</p><p>Nie HuaiSang hurried, "I’ll go find it right now!"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "There’s no need! Even if you find it you won’t get anything out of it. Go burn all of these!"</p><p>All of the color drained out of Nie HuaiSang’s face. He rushed to pull all of the fans into his arms, pleading, "No, Brother! All of these were given to me!"</p><p>Nie MingJue slammed his palm onto a table, causing it to crack, "Who did? Tell them to scurry out here right now!"</p><p>Someone spoke, "I did."</p><p>Jin GuangYao walked in from outside the hall. Nie HuaiSang looked as though he saw a knight in shining armor, beaming, "Brother, you’re here!"</p><p>In reality, it wasn’t that Jin GuangYao could calm Nie MingJue’s anger, but that since Jin GuangYao came, all of Nie MingJue’s anger would be directed at him alone, having no time to scold others. Thus, there was nothing wrong with saying that he was Nie HuaiSang’s knight in shining armor. Nie HuaiSang was absolutely delighted. He greeted Jin GuangYao again and again as he grabbed the fans in haste. Seeing how his younger brother reacted, Nie MingJue was so outraged that he almost found it amusing. He turned to Jin GuangYao, "Don’t send him those useless things!"</p><p>In a hurry, Nie HuaiSang dropped a few fans on the ground. Jin GuangYao picked them up for him and put them into his arms, "HuaiSang’s hobbies are quite elegant. He’s dedicated to art and calligraphy, and has no propensity for mischief. How can you say that they’re useless?"</p><p>Nie HuaiSang nodded as fast as he could, "Yes, Brother is right!"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "But sect leaders have no need for such things."</p><p>Nie HuaiSang, "I’m not going to be a sect leader, though. You can be it, Brother. I’m not doing it!"</p><p>As his brother’s glance swept over, he shut his mouth at once. Nie MingJue turned to Jin GuangYao, "What did you come here for?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "Our second brother said that he gave you a guqin."</p><p>The guqin was given when Lan XiChen was here to play Sound of Lucidity for Nie MingJue, in order to help him calm his temper. Jin GuangYao continued, "Brother, in the past few days, the GusuLan Sect is at a critical point in its reestablishment of the Cloud Recesses and you refuse to let him come, which was why he taught me Sound of Lucidity. I assume that even though I’m not as skilled as our second brother, I’d still be able to help calm you to a certain extent, Brother."</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Just take care your own things."</p><p>Nie HuaiSang, however, was rather interested, "Brother, what song? Can I listen? Let me tell you, the limited edition that you gave me last time…"</p><p>Nie MingJue shouted, "Go back to your room!"</p><p>Nie HuaiSang fled at once, not to his room, however, but to the living room for the presents that Jin GuangYao had brought him. With a few interruptions, Nie MingJue’s fury had mostly died. He turned around to look at Jin GuangYao, whose face seemed quite tired, robes of Sparks Amidst Snow covered in dust. He probably came here directly from Carp Tower. After a pause, Nie MingJue spoke, "Sit."</p><p>Jin GuangYao nodded lightly and sat as he had been told, "Brother, if you’re concerned for HuaiSang, softer words would do no harm. Why this?"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Even when a blade’s at his neck he’s still like this. Looks like he’ll always be a good-for-nothing."</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "It isn’t that HuaiSang is a good-for-nothing, but that his heart lies somewhere else."</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Well you’ve really discerned where his heart lies, haven’t you?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao smiled, "Of course. Isn’t that what I’m the best at? The only person whom I can’t discern is you, Brother."</p><p>He knew of people’s likes and dislikes so that he could find suitable solutions; he loved running errands and could do twice the work with half the effort. Thus, Jin GuangYao could be said to be quite a talent at analyzing others’ interests. Nie MingJue was the only person whom Jin GuangYao couldn’t probe out any useful information about. Wei WuXian saw this already, back then when Meng Yao was working under Nie MingJue. Women, liquor, riches—he touched none; art, calligraphy, antiques—a pile of ink and mud; the finest green tea leaves and dregs from a roadside booth—there was no difference. Meng Yao tried everything he could think of yet still couldn’t find if he was interested in anything beside training his saberwork and killing Wen-dogs. He really was a wall made of iron, impenetrable by even the sharpest blades. Hearing that his tone was one of self-mock, Nie MingJue wasn’t as disgusted as he would’ve been, "Don’t help him build such a conduct."</p><p>Jin GuangYao smiled slightly, then asked, "Brother, where’s our second brother’s guqin?"</p><p>Nie MingJue pointed him a direction.</p><p>Since then, Jin GuangYao would travel from Lanling to Qinghe every few days, playing Sound of Lucidity to help quell Nie MingJue rage. He tried his hardest, without speaking even a single word of complaint. Sound of Lucidity was indeed effective. Wei WuXian could clearly feel that the hostile energy within Nie MingJue was being suppressed. And, when playing the guqin, the way that the two conversed and got along even had a hint of the peace they had before they fell out. He began to think that maybe the so-called busy reestablishing the Cloud Recesses was just an excuse. Perhaps Lan XiChen simply wanted to give Nie MingJue and Jin GuangYao a chance to ease their tension.</p><p>Yet, just as he thought so, the next moment, a stronger rage had emerged.</p><p>Nie MingJue threw off two disciples who didn’t dare stop him and walked straight into the Blooming Garden. Lan XiChen and Jin GuangYao were discussing something inside the study, their expressions solemn. A few blueprints lay on the desk before the two, covered in notes of all colors. Seeing how he barged in, Lan XiChen hesitated slightly, "Brother?"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Don’t move."</p><p>He then turned to Jin GuangYao, speaking in a cold voice, "Come out."</p><p>Jin GuangYao turned around to look at him, then looked at Lan XiChen again, smiling, "Brother, could you please help me go through this one? I have some private matters to discuss with our eldest brother. I’ll have to ask for your explanation at a later time."</p><p>Lan XiChen’s face disclosed his worry, but Jin GuangYao stopped him, then followed Nie MingJue out of the Blooming Garden. As soon as they approached the edge of Carp Tower, Nie MingJue brought his palm down on him.</p><p>The disciples on the side were shocked. Jin GuangYao nimbly dodged the strike. He signalled for them to stay put as he spoke to Nie MingJue, "Brother, why the rage? Let’s calm down."</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Where’s Xue Yang?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "He’s already been locked inside the dungeon, imprisoned for life…"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "What did you say to me back then?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao was silent. Nie MingJue continued, "I wanted him to pay blood with blood, yet you have him imprisoned for life?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao answered carefully, "As long as he receives his punishment and can’t offend again, perhaps paying blood with blood and being imprisoned for life is…"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "The good things that the good guest cultivator whom you recommended has done! Things are already like this and you still dare defend him!"</p><p>Jin GuangYao protested, "I didn’t defend him. I was also shocked by the case of the Changyang Yue Sect. How could I have known that Xue Yang would kill more than fifty people? But my father was set on keeping him…"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Shocked? Who was the one that invited him? Who was the one that recommended him? Who was the one that regarded him highly? Don’t use your father as excuse. How could you not have known what Xue Yang was doing?!"</p><p>Jin GuangYao sighed, "Brother, it really was my father’s orders. I couldn’t refuse. Now, if you want me to take care of Xue Yang, what would I say to him?"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "There’s no need for explanations. Come back to me with Xue Yang’s head in your hand."</p><p>Jin GuangYao still wanted to speak, but Nie MingJue had already lost all patience, "Meng Yao, don’t speak such pretentious words in front of me. Your whole thing stopped working on me since a long time ago!"</p><p>Within a second, a few degrees of unease flashed over Jin GuangYao’s face, as though someone with an unmentionable illness was suddenly exposed in the public. There was nowhere for him to hide.</p><p>He spoke, "My whole thing? Which whole thing? Brother, you’ve always yelled at me for calculating people and being too dishonorable. You say that you’re a proud, righteous person, that you aren’t afraid of anything, that propen men shouldn’t need to play with schemes. That’s fine. Your background is noble and your cultivation is high. But what about me? Am I the same as you? First, my cultivation isn’t as firm as yours. Ever since I was born, has anyone taught me? And second, I have no prominent background. Do you think that I’m in a steady position, here at the LanlingJin Sect? Do you think that I can rise into power the moment Jin ZiXuan dies? Jin GuangShan would rather bring another illegitimate child back than want me to succeed him! You think that I should be afraid of nothing? Well I’m afraid of everything, even other people! He whose stomach is full believes not him who is starving."</p><p>Nie MingJue replied coldly, "In the end, all you mean is that you don’t want to kill Xue Yang, that you don’t want your position at the LanlingJin Sect to waver."</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "Of course I don’t!"</p><p>He looked up, unknown fires dancing within his eyes, "But, Brother, I have always wanted to ask you something—the lives under your hands are in any regard more than those under mine, so why is it that I only killed a few cultivators out of desperation and you keep on bringing it up, even until now?"</p><p>Nie MingJue was so enraged that he began to laugh, "Good! I’ll give you my answer. Countless souls who have fallen under my saber, but I’ve never killed out of my own desires, much less to climb up the ladder!"</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "Brother, I understand what you mean. Are you saying that all of the people you killed deserved their deaths?"</p><p>With courage gathered from nowhere, he laughed and walked a few steps closer to Nie MingJue. His voice raised as well, asking in an almost aggressive manner, "Then, may I ask, just how do you decide if someone deserves death? Are your standards absolutely correct? If I kill one but save hundreds, would the good outweigh the bad, or would I still deserve death? To do great things, sacrifices must happen."</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Then why don’t you sacrifice yourself? Are you any nobler than them? Are you any different from them?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao stared at him. A moment later, as though he had finally either decided on something or given up on something, he replied calmly, "Yes."</p><p>He looked up. In his expression were some of pride, some of calmness, and some of a faint insanity, "I and they, of course we are different!"</p><p>Nie MingJue was infuriated by his words and his expression.</p><p>He raised his foot. Yet, Jin GuangYao neither avoided nor took defense. The kick landed right on him, and again he rolled like a pebble down Carp Tower.</p><p>Looking down, Nie MingJue shouted, "It’s no wonder, coming from the son of a prostitute."</p><p>Jin GuangYao only landed after rolling down more than fifty steps. He didn’t even stay on the ground for long before crawling up. With a wave of his hand, he sent away the servants and disciples who surrounded him. Dusting off his robes, he slowly raised his head to look at Nie MingJue. His eyes were quite calm, almost indifferent. Just as Nie MingJue unsheathed his saber, Lan XiChen happened to leave the palace to see what was going on, concerned after having waited for long. Seeing the situation before him, he unsheathed Shuoyue as well, "What happened, this time?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "Nothing. Brother, thank you for your advice."</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Don’t hinder me!"</p><p>Lan XiChen, "Brother, sheath your saber first—your mind is in turmoil!"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "I am not. I know what I’m doing. He’s beyond hope. If these keeps on going, he’ll do the world harm for sure. The earlier he’s killed, the earlier we can relax!"</p><p>Lan XiChen jolted in surprise, "Brother, what are you talking about? These past few days he has constantly been rushing to and fro between Lanling and Qinghe. Is it only in exchange for your comment that he is beyond hope?"</p><p>To deal with people like Nie MingJue, bringing up the good and bad others had done to them was a good tactic. As expected, he paused shortly and glanced at Jin GuangYao. Blood streamed down from his forehead, but aside from the wound from the fall, there was also an old wound from before, wrapped in bandages. It had been hidden only because he was wearing the black gauze cap. Now, both wounds gaped open, so he took off the bandages and used it to wipe the blood from the wounds, so that the clothes weren’t dirtied. Then, he tossed it onto the ground and stood there quietly, thinking about unknown matters. Lan XiChen turned around, "You can go back. I will talk to our eldest brother."</p><p>Jin GuangYao bowed in this direction and left. Feeling Nie MingJue’s grip soften, Lan XiChen also took away his sword. He patted Nie MingJue’s shoulder to lead him to the side.</p><p>Lan XiChen walked as he spoke, "Brother, I am afraid that you do not know. Our third brother really is in a terrible situation as of the moment."</p><p>Nie MingJue’s voice was still cold, "In his words, he seems like he’s always in awful situations."</p><p>Although he was saying so, his saber was already sheathed. Lan XiChen continued, "Who says he is not? A moment ago, he talked back to you, did he not? Do you think he used to do this?"</p><p>It was true that he didn’t, that his behavior was unusual. Jin GuangYao wasn’t someone who couldn’t hold down their emotions. He knew that the way to deal with Nie MingJue was to back down. The explosion-like argument indeed didn’t seem like something that he’d do.</p><p>Lan XiChen, "His mother never liked him to begin with. After ZiXuan-xiong passed away, she often hit him and scolded him. These days, his father also refuses to listen to him. He returned all of his proposals."</p><p>Wei WuXian recalled the pile of blueprints on the table and knew, <em><i>The lookout towers.</i></em></p><p>Finally, Lan XiChen concluded, "For the time being, let us not force him with too much assertion. I trust that he knows what he should do, as long as we give him some more time."</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Hopefully so."</p><p>Wei WuXian had thought that, after receiving a kick from Nie MingJue, Jin GuangYao would probably stay put for some time. Yet, a few days later, he still came to the Unclean Realm as usual.</p><p>Nie MingJue was on the school ground, teaching and supervising Nie HuaiSang’s saberwork in person. He didn’t acknowledge Jin GuangYao, so he stood at the edge of the field, waiting with respect. Since Nie HuaiSang was quite uninterested and the sun was bright, he was rather half-hearted, complaining that he was tired after just a few moves. He beamed as he got ready to go to Jin GuangYao and see what presents he brought this time. In the past, Nie MingJue would only frown at such things, but today he was angered, "Nie HuaiSang, do you want this strike to land on your head?! Get back here!"</p><p>If only Nie HuaiSang were like Wei WuXian and could feel how great Nie MingJue’s rage was, he wouldn’t grin in such a bold way. He protested, "Brother, the time is up. It’s time to rest!"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "You rested just thirty minutes ago. Keep on going, until you learn it."</p><p>Nie HuaiSang was still giddy, "I won’t be able to learn it anyways. I’m done for the day!"</p><p>He often said this, but today Nie MingJue’s reaction was entirely different from his past reaction. He shouted, "A pig would’ve learnt this by now, so why haven’t you?!"</p><p>Never expecting Nie MingJue to burst out so suddenly, Nie HuaiSang’s face was blank with shock as he shrunk toward Jin GuangYao. Seeing the two together, Nie MingJue was even more provoked, "It’s been one year already and you still haven’t learnt this one set of saber techniques. You stand on the field for just thirty minutes and you’re complaining that you’re tired. You don’t have to excel, but you can’t even protect yourself! How did the QingheNie Sect produce such a good-for-nothing! The both of you should be tied up and beaten once every day. Carry out all those things in his room!"</p><p>The last sentence was spoken to the disciples standing by the side of the field. Seeing that they had gone, Nie HuaiSang felt as though he was on pins and needles. A moment later, the row of disciples really did bring out all the fans, paintings, porcelain from his room. Nie MingJue had always threatened to burn his room, but he had never actually burned them. This time, though, he was serious. Nie HuaiSang panicked. He threw himself over, "Brother! You can’t burn them!"</p><p>Noticing that the situation wasn’t good, Jin GuangYao also spoke, "Brother, don’t act on impulse."</p><p>Yet, Nie MingJue’s saber had already striked. All of the delicate objects piled at the center of the field erupted in roaring flames. Nie HuaiSang wailed and plunged into the fire to save them. Jin GuangYao hurried to pull him back, "HuaiSang, be careful!"</p><p>With a sweep of Nie MingJue’s hand, the two blanc de chine antiques shattered into pieces in his palms. The scrolls and paintings had already turned into dust in a split second. Nie HuaiSang could only watch blankly as the much loved items that he had gathered throughout the years vanish into ashes. Jin GuangYao grabbed his hands to examine them, "Are they burnt?"</p><p>He turned to a few disciples, "Please prepare some medicine first."</p><p>The disciples answered and left. Nie HuaiSang stood at the same place, his entire body trembling as he looked over at Nie MingJue, pupil encircled by veins. Seeing that his expression wasn’t right, Jin GuangYao put his arm around his shoulders and whispered, "HuaiSang, how are you feeling? Stop watching. Go back to your room and have some rest."</p><p>Nie HuaiSang’s eyes brimmed red. He didn’t even make a sound. Jin GuangYao added, "It’s alright even if the things are gone. Next time I can find you more…"</p><p>Nie MingJue interrupted, his words like ice, "I’ll burn them each time he brings them back into this sect."</p><p>Anger and hatred suddenly flashed across Nie HuaiSang’s face. He threw his saber onto the ground and yelled, "Then burn them!!!"</p><p>Jin GuangYao quickly stopped him, "HuaiSang! Your brother is still angry. Don’t…"</p><p>Nie HuaiSang roared at Nie MingJue, "Saber, saber, saber! Who the fuck wants to practice the damn thing?! So what if I want to be a good-for-nothing?! Whoever that wants to can be the sect leader! I can’t learn it means I can’t learn it and I don’t like it means I don’t like it! What’s the use of forcing me?!"</p><h3>Translator’s Notes
Chapter 50—Part Five</h3><p>He kicked his saber off to the side and ran out of the field. Jin GuangYao shouted from behind him, "HuaiSang! HuaiSang!"</p><p>Just as he was about to chase over, Nie MingJue ordered in a cold voice, "Stop!"</p><p>Jin GuangYao stopped in his tracks and turned around. Holding in his anger, Nie MingJue glared at him, "You still dare come?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao answered in a low voice, "I came to acknowledge my mistake."</p><p>Wei WuXian, <em><i>What a face—it’s even thicker than mine.</i></em></p><p>Nie MingJue, "Have you ever acknowledged your mistakes?"</p><p>Just as Jin GuangYao was about to speak, the disciples who had gone to bring medicine came back, "Sect Leader, LianFang-Zun, Young Master has locked the door and won’t let anyone inside."</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Let me see how long he can lock himself up for. How dare he defy me?!"</p><p>Jin GuangYao spoke to the disciple with a kind countenance, "Thank you. Give me the medicine. I’ll take it to him afterwards."</p><p>He took the bottle of medicine. After everyone had left, Nie MingJue turned to him, "Just what are you here for?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "Brother, have you forgotten? Today is when I play the guqin for you."</p><p>Nie MingJue gave him a straightforward answer, "There’s no room for discussion as to Xue Yang’s matter. You don’t need to flatter me. It’s not working at all."</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "First, I’m not flattering you. Second, if it’s not working, Brother, then why would you care if I’m flattering you or not?"</p><p>Nie MingJue was silent.</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "Brother, these days you’ve been stricter and stricter towards HuaiSang. Is it the saber spirit…?"</p><p>After a pause, he continued, "Does HuaiSang still not know about the saber spirit?"</p><p>Nie MingJue, "Why would I tell him so soon?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao sighed, "HuaiSang is used to being spoiled, but he can’t be Qinghe’s idle Second Young Master for his whole life. One day he’ll realize that you’re doing this for him, Brother, just like how I realized that you’re doing this for me."</p><p>Wei WuXian, <em><i>Bravo, bravo. I wouldn’t be able to say such words even if given two lifetimes, but Jin GuangYao can adjust his tone so that it doesn’t sound strange at all. It even sounds a bit pleasing to the ears.</i></em></p><p>Nie MingJue, "If you really do understand, then come see me with Xue Yang’s head in your hand."</p><p>Yet, Jin GuangYao replied almost instantly, "Yes."</p><p>Nie MingJue looked toward him. Jin GuangYao stared back, then repeated, "Yes. Brother, if you give me one last chance, in two months’ time, I’ll come see you with Xue Yang’s head in my hand."</p><p>Nie MingJue, "If you’re unable to do it?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao’s tone was firm, "If I’m unable to do it, Brother, you can do whatever you want to me."</p><p>Wei WuXian was almost starting to respect Jin GuangYao.</p><p>Even though he was always scared of Nie MingJue, in the end, he could still use a myriad of verbal techniques to make Nie MingJue give him another chance. The same night, as though nothing had happened, Jin GuangYao began to play Sound of Clarity in the Unclean Realm again.</p><p>His oath was as solemn as could be. However, Nie MingJue wasn’t able to wait the two months.</p><p>One day, the QingheNie Sect was hosting a martial arts conference. As Nie MingJue passed one of the annexes, he suddenly heard the hushed voice of somebody, possibly Jin GuangYao. Yet, a second later, he heard another familiar voice.</p><p>Lan XiChen, "Since Brother chose to make the oath with you, it means that he has indeed approved of you."</p><p>Jin GuangYao spoke with dejection, "But, Brother, didn’t you hear what he said in the oath? Every sentence meant something more. ‘Face a thousand accusing fingers, be torn from limb to limb’—this was clearly a warning for me. I… I’ve never heard of such an oath before."</p><p>Lan XiChen replied in a gentle voice, "He said ‘if one were to think otherwise’. Do you think otherwise? If not, then why should you worry over it so much?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "I don’t, but Brother has already decided that I do, so what can I do?"</p><p>Lan XiChen, "He has always cherished your talent, hoping that you would choose the right path."</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "It’s not that I don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong, but that sometimes I really can’t help. Nowadays, I have it bad no matter which side I’m on. I have to ensure that I’m on everyone’s good sides. I wouldn’t care if it were someone else, but have I mistreated our eldest brother in any way? Brother, you heard as well. What did he call me?"</p><p>Lan XiChen sighed, "His anger was simply too great for him to have thought before speaking. Brother’s temper cannot compare to how it was in the past. You must not provoke him again. These past few days, he has been deeply troubled by the saber spirit, and HuaiSang has argued with him again. They still have not made up yet, even today."</p><p>Jin GuangYao was almost sobbing, "If he could say such a thing when he was angry, then just how does he think of me on a daily basis? Is it that because I couldn’t choose my background, because my mother couldn’t choose her fate, I’ll have to be humiliated by others throughout my whole life? If so, then how is Brother different from the people who look down on me? No matter what I do, in the end, just a sentence and I’m ‘the son of a prostitute’."</p><p>Jin GuangYao was, at the moment, complaining to Lan XiChen, yet just last night he had been all soft and innocent as he talked with Nie MingJue, playing the guqin. Hearing how Jin GuangYao spoke ill of him behind his back, Nie MingJue burned with anger and kicked the door open. The raging flames within his head traveled throughout the entirety of his body. A thunder-like roar exploded in the air, "How dare you!"</p><p>Seeing him enter, Jin GuangYao immediately panicked and darted behind Lan XiChen. Standing between the two, Lan XiChen didn’t even have the chance to speak as Nie MingJue lunged with his unsheathed saber. Lan XiChen blocked the attack with his sword, shouting, "Run!"</p><p>Jin GuangYao dashed out the door. Nie MingJue shook Lan XiChen off, "Don’t get in my way!"</p><p>He chased outside as well. As he passed a long corridor, he suddenly saw Jin GuangYao stroll toward him. He slashed with his saber and blood splattered out within an instant. But Jin GuangYao had clearly been running for his life. How could he have been walking back with such leisure?</p><p>After the strike, Nie MingJue rushed forward again, staggering. As he arrived at the square, he looked up, catching his breath. Wei WuXian could hear how rapidly his heart was beating.</p><p>Jin GuangYao!</p><p>On the square, all of people who walked around had the appearance of Jin GuangYao!</p><p>Nie MingJue had already encountered a qi deviation!</p><p>He was delirious, knowing only to kill, to kill, to kill kill kill, kill Jin GuangYao. He attacked anyone he came across. Shrieks surrounded the area. Suddenly, Wei WuXian heard somebody wail, "Brother!"</p><p>Nie MingJue shivered as he heard the voice, becoming slightly calmer. As he turned around, he could finally make out a different face from the blurry field of Jin GuangYao’s features.</p><p>Holding an injured arm, Nie HuaiSang dragged his leg behind him, desperately shifting toward Nie MingJue. Seeing that he finally stopped moving, Nie HuaiSang beamed, tears in his eyes, "Brother! Brother! It’s me, put down your saber, it’s me!"</p><p>But, before Nie HuaiSang could move over, Nie MingJue had fallen to the ground.</p><p>Before he fell, Nie MingJue’s eyes finally cleared up again and saw the real Jin GuangYao.</p><p>Jin GuangYao stood at the end of the corridor. Not even a trace of blood was on him. He looked over, two streams of tears pouring from his eyes.</p><p>The Sparks Amidst Snow bloomed wildly over his chest, however, they seemed to be smiling in place of him.</p><p>Suddenly, Wei WuXian heard a voice call for him from afar. The voice was both deep and cold. The first call was quite fuzzy. It sounded as though it was far, far away, between real and illusory. The second call sounded a lot more tangible. He could even distinguish an unnoticeable tone of worry within the voice.</p><p>And, as for the third call, he could hear it loud and clear.</p><p>"Wei Ying!"</p><p>Hearing this, Wei WuXian instantly pulled himself out!</p><p>He was still the thin paperman, stuck to the helmet that sealed Nie MingJue’s head. He had tugged loose the knot that tied the iron shells over Nie MingJue’s eyes, revealing a bloodshot eye, opened wide with anger.</p><p>There wasn’t much time left. He must return to his corporal body immediately!</p><p>Paperman WuXian flapped his sleeves, flying out as though he were a butterfly. Yet, just as he dove past the curtain, he saw somebody stand in the dark corner of the secret room. Jin GuangYao smiled. Without speaking a word, he pulled out a <strong><b>soft sword</b></strong> from his waist. It was the famous sword of his, <strong><b>Hensheng</b></strong>.</p><p>Back then, when Jin GuangYao worked undercover at Wen RuoHan’s side, he had often hidden the sword at his waist, wreathed the sword around his arm to use during critical moments. Although the blade of Hensheng seemed to be soft to the extremity, attacking with lingering motions, it was in reality both sharp and haunting. Once the blade had wrapped around the opposition, Jin GuangYao would apply it with a bizarre spiritual power, and one would quickly be severed into pieces by the sword, despite its tender appearance. Quite a few famous swords had been battered into piles of scrap iron just like this. At the moment, the blade of the sword attacked as though it was a serpent with silver scales, biting at the paperman without any hesitation. Losing focus for one second, and Wei WuXian would be caught in the fangs!</p><p>Paperman WuXian darted here and there, dodging the attacks with agility, but this wasn’t his own body, after all. After a few moves, the tip of Hensheng had almost sliced him. If this continued, he’d be pierced through for sure!</p><p>Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw a sword lying silently in one of the wooden compartments on the wall. Nobody had polished the sword since a long time ago. Both the body of the sword and its surrounding area were covered in dust.</p><p>It was nothing else but his past sword, Suibian!</p><p>Paperman WuXian flew into the cabinet and stepped with force on Suibian’s hilt. With a clang, the blade heeded his command and sprang from the sheath!</p><p>Suibian flew out of its sheath and began to battle against Hensheng’s eerie sword glare. Seeing this, shock flashed across Jin GuangYao’s face. He regained his composure at once and nimbly twisted his right wrist. Like a vine, Hensheng wrapped itself around Suibian’s white, straight blade. He immediately let go of it, letting the two swords fight alone. With his left hand he flung a talisman toward Wei WuXian. The talisman ignited in midair, bursting into wild flames. Wei WuXian could feel the waves of heat as it approached him. Taking advantage of the blinding rays from the two swords fighting above them, he quickly flapped his sleeves and rushed out of the room!</p><p>The time was about to run out. Wei WuXian couldn’t care less about hiding himself, flying all the way back to the guest residences. By chance, Lan WangJi happened to open the door. And thus, with a struggling thrust, he threw himself onto Lan WangJi’s face.</p><p>Paperman WuXian stuck like glue to half of Lan WangJi’s face. It looked as though it was shivering. Lan WangJi’s eyes were covered by its two wide sleeves. He let it shiver for a while before gingerly picking it up.</p><p>A while later, once his soul had returned successfully, Wei WuXian immediately took a deep breath. He raised his head, opened his eyes, and suddenly stood up. Yet, having not expected his body to still be disoriented, he felt dizzy and leaned forward. Seeing this, Lan WangJi caught him in his arms. Wei WuXian lifted his head once more, and the top of his head collided with Lan WangJi’s chin. With a thud, both of them grunted in pain. Wei WuXian rubbed his head with one hand and felt Lan WangJi’s chin with the other, "Ugh! I’m sorry. Lan Zhan, you alright?"</p><p>His chin having been stroked a couple of times, Lan WangJi lightly took Wei WuXian’s hand away before shaking his head. Wei WuXian tugged him, "Let’s go!"</p><p>Lan WangJi didn’t ask for too many details, either. He stood up so that they could leave before finally asking, "Where to?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "The Fragrant Palace! The bronze mirror in there is the entrance to a secret room. His wife found out some secret of his and he dragged her inside, and she should still be there as of now! And ChiFeng-Zun’s head is in there as well!"</p><p>Jin GuangYao would definitely strengthen the seal on Nie MingJue’s head again and move it somewhere else. However, even if he could move the head, he wouldn’t be able to move his wife, Qin Su! After all, she was the mistress of Koi Tower. She attended the banquet just a while ago. If such a respected person had suddenly disappeared into nowhere, it’d be impossible for anyone not to suspect something. By taking advantage of this opportunity and barging inside, they could use their speed to prevent Jin GuangYao from having time to weave lies or shut Qin Su up!</p><p>The two attacked with tremendous force, kicking to the side anyone who tried to stop them. Jin GuangYao had trained the disciples around the Fragrant Palace to be more than alert. As soon as someone intruded, they would shout the alert even if they couldn’t defend anything, so that they could warn the master within the Fragrant Palace. However, at times like this, people often had the tendency to fall victim to their own wisdom. The louder the disciples’ alerts were, the more disadvantageous the situation was to Jin GuangYao. It was because of how countless sects had assembled here today. Aside from cautioning Jin GuangYao to take guard against the intruders, the alerts would draw them over as well!</p><p>The first to hurry over was Jin Ling. His sword was already unsheathed in his hand as he asked, "Why are you here?"</p><p>As he spoke, Lan WangJi had already walked up three steps of the ruyi stairs and unsheathed Bichen. Jin Ling seemed guarded, </p><p>The cultivators who had gathered at Koi Tower also came over, one after another. All were surprised.</p><p>"What happened?"</p><p>"Why is there so much noise here?"</p><p>"This is the Fragrant Palace. Isn’t it a bit unsuitable for us to…"</p><p>"I just heard the sound of the alerts…"</p><p>The cultivators both frowned and panicked. No sound came from within the palace. Wei WuXian readily knocked on the doors, "Sect Leader Jin? Chief Jin?"</p><p>Jin Ling fumed, "Just what do you want? Everyone is here because of you! This is my uncle’s bedchamber, <em><i>bedchamber</i></em>, you understand?! Haven’t I told you not to…"</p><p>Lan XiChen walked over, and Lan WangJi looked at him. As their eyes met, Lan XiChen’s expression hesitated before immediately becoming more complex, as though he found something unbelievable. It seemed that he already understood.</p><p>Nie MingJue’s head was right inside of the Fragrant Palace.</p><p>Suddenly, a smiling voice echoed, "What’s wrong? Is it that the reception during the day wasn’t good enough, and everyone wants to host an evening banquet here at my place?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao walked calmly out of the crowd. Wei WuXian, "LianFang-Zun, what a good timing. If you came a bit later, then we wouldn’t be able to see what’s in the secret room of the Fragrant Palace."</p><p>Jin GuangYao paused, "Secret room?"</p><p>Everyone looked rather confused, unsure of what was going on. Jin GuangYao looked somewhat lost, "And? Are secret rooms a rarity? With a couple of scarcely used treasures, any sect would have treasure rooms, right?"</p><p>Just as Lan WangJi was about to speak, Lan XiChen interrupted.</p><p>He spoke, "A-Yao, would it be possible to let us in and allow us to take a look at your treasure room?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao looked as though he found the request both strange and difficult, "Brother, since it’s called a treasure room, the things inside are best if put away. And you want me to open it all of a sudden. Well…"</p><p>Within such a short period of time, it was impossible for Jin GuangYao to have transported Qin Su somewhere else without anybody knowing. The transportation talisman could only transport the one using the talisman. Judging from Qin Su’s current state, it was impossible for her to have either the spiritual power or the intention to use such a talisman. Which was why, as of the moment, Qin Su must still be in there.</p><p>Alive or dead—either way, it’d be a fatal to Jin GuangYao if found out.</p><p>Jin GuangYao put up a final struggle. He was still so calm, tossing excuses everywhere. Unfortunately, the more he refused, the more certain Lan XiChen’s tone became, "Open it."</p><p>Jin GuangYao looked fixedly at him. All of a sudden, he grinned, "Since Brother is so intent on it, then I must open it for everyone to see, mustn’t I?"</p><p>He walked to the front of the door, which opened at a wave of his hand. From amid the crowd, someone remarked coldly, "People say that the GusuLan Sect values conduct the most. Seeing from this, it seems that rumors are only rumors. Barging into the bedchamber of a sect leader is good conduct indeed."</p><p>Back when they were in the square, Wei WuXian heard the Jin Sect’s disciples receive the certain person with much respect, calling him "Sect Leader Su". This was the sect leader of the rising MolingSu Sect—Su She. Su She wore white robes. With slender eyes, fine brows, and thin lips, he was quite handsome, somewhat arrogant as well. Yet, although his air and features could be described as fair, they weren’t anything special.</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "Forget it, forget it. It’s not as though there are any disreputable things."</p><p>The tone that he spoke with had been controlled with great care. Others would think that he had a nice temper, and yet could also hear a slight degree of awkwardness. Jin Ling followed behind him. Indignant at how his uncle’s bedchamber had been barged in, he gave quite a few glares to Wei WuXian.</p><p>Jin GuangYao spoke again, "You would like to look at the treasure room, right?"</p><p>He put his hand over the bronze mirror. Drawing formless incantations on the mirror, he was the first one to pass through. Following closely behind him, Wei WuXian entered the secret room again. He saw the curtain covered in incantations hanging over the cabinet. He saw the iron table of cutting corpses apart.</p><p>He also saw Qin Su.</p><p>Qin Su stood by the table with her back to them. Lan XiChen was somewhat stunned, "Why is Madam Jin here?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "All of our possessions are shared. A-Su often comes in here to look at things as well."</p><p>Seeing Qin Su, Wei WuXian was also surprised, <em><i>So Jin GuangYao didn’t transfer her somewhere else or kill her? Isn’t he scared that Qin Su might say something?</i></em></p><p>Worried, he turned to Qin Su to scrutinize the side of her face. Qin Su was not only still alive, but in fact living quite well. There was nothing unusual about her at all. Although her expression was blank, Wei WuXian was certain that she had neither undergone some sort of an enchantment nor drunk any strange poisons. Her mind was conscious.</p><p>But the more conscious she was, the stranger the situation was. He saw with his own eyes just how strong Qin Su’s emotions were, how much she resisted Jin GuangYao. How could Jin GuangYao have reached an agreement with her and silenced her mouth within such a short period of time?</p><p>A foreboding feeling grew in Wei WuXian. He immediately decided that this wasn’t as smooth as they had thought. He walked toward the treasure cabinet and quickly lifted the curtain.</p><p>Behind the curtain, there wasn’t any helmet, much less any head. There was only a dagger.</p><p>The dagger shone coldly, emitting strong killing intent. Lan XiChen had been staring at the curtain as well, but he hadn’t made his mind to lift it or not. Seeing that it wasn’t what he thought it was, he seemed to let out a sigh of relief, "What is this?"</p><p>"This," Jin GuangYao walked over and played with the dagger in his hand, "Is something rare. The dagger was the weapon of an assassin. It killed countless people and it’s extremely sharp. Look at the blade of the dagger—if you look closely, you’ll see that the reflection inside it isn’t yourself. Sometimes it’s a man, sometimes it’s a woman, sometimes it’s an elder. Every one of those reflections is a spirit that had died in the assassin’s hands. Its energy is too strong, which is why I hung a curtain there to seal it."</p><p>Lan XiChen frowned, "This must be…"</p><p>Jin GuangYao replied calmly, "That’s right. It belonged to Wen RuoHan."</p><p>Jin GuangYao was clever indeed. He had expected that one day somebody might discover the secret room. Thus, aside from Nie MingJue’s head, he had also placed a number of other treasures here, such as swords, talismans, stone tablets, spiritual weapons—it was full of rare items. The secret room looked exactly like the average treasure room. The dagger, as he had said, was a rare item that held intense dark energy. Many sects had the habit of collecting such weapons, much less a war trophy from killing the leader of the QishanWen Sect.</p><p>Everything looked as normal as ever.</p><p>Qin Su stood beside Jin GuangYao. As she watched him play with the dagger, she suddenly reached out and snatched it from his hands!</p><p>His features began to twist and tremble, along with her face. Others couldn’t read such an expression, but Wei WuXian could, having seen the argument she had with Jin GuangYao.s</p><p>Pain, anger, humiliation!</p><p>Jin GuangYao’s smile froze, "A-Su?"</p><p>Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian both went for the dagger. However, within a flash, the edge of the dagger had already sunk deeply into her stomach.</p><p>Jin GuangYao wailed, "A-Su!"</p><p>He rushed forward and grabbed Qin Su’s limp body. Lan XiChen immediately took out medicine. Yet, not only was the dagger’s blade sharper than usual, its energy was heavy as well. Qin Su died within the blink of an eye!</p><p>Nobody had expected such an incident; everyone was shocked. Jin GuangYao called his wife’s name mournfully. His eyes were wide open as he cupped her face with one hand. Tears ceaselessly splashed onto her cheeks. Lan XiChen, "A-Yao, Madam Jin… I am sorry."</p><p>Jin GuangYao looked up, "Brother, what is going on? Why would A-Su suddenly take her own life? And, why would you gather in front of the Fragrant Palace and demand me to open my treasure room? Is there anything that you haven’t told me?"</p><p>Jiang Cheng, having arrived late, spoke in a cold voice, "ZeWu-Jun, please explain this. All of us are still in the dark."</p><p>Everyone agreed with him. Lan XiChen could only begin, "Sometime ago, a few of the GusuLan Sect’s disciples were on a night-hunt. When they passed Mo Village, they were met with the attack of a left arm that had been dismembered. Both its resentful energy and its killing intent were heavy. Led by it, WangJi had been investigating. However, after we had gathered all parts of the corpse, we discovered that the corpse was… our eldest brother."</p><p>All of the people in and out of the treasure room bursted into an uproar!</p><p>Jin GuangYao was more than shocked, "Brother? Hadn’t Brother been buried? Both you and I saw it with our own eyes!"</p><p>Nie HuaiSang thought that he might have heard wrong, "Brother? Brother XiChen? You mean my brother? And also your brother???"</p><p>Lan XiChen nodded heavily. Nie HuaiSang’s eyes rolled up. He collapsed on the ground with a thud. A circle of people immediately began to shout.</p><p>"Sect Leader Nie! Sect Leader Nie!"</p><p>"Where’s the medic?!"</p><p>Jin GuangYao’s eyes still held tears, but appeared as if they were red with anger. He clenched his hands into fists and shouted with both grief and resentment, "Dismembered… Dismembered! Who in this world could’ve done such an insane act?!"</p><p>Lan XiChen shook his head, "I do not know. When we were searching for the head, the clues disappeared."</p><p>Jin GuangYao paused, as though he finally knew what was going on, "The clues disappeared… so you came to search me?"</p><p>Lan XiChen was silent. Jin GuangYao looked as if he didn’t believe it. He asked again, "You wanted me to open the treasure room, because you were suspicious… that Brother’s head is at my place?"</p><p>A look of guilt passed over Lan XiChen’s face.</p><p>Jin GuangYao’s head hung low, Qin Su’s corpse still in his arms. After a while, he spoke, "… Forget it. Drop the matter. But, Brother, how did HanGuang-Jun know that such a treasure chamber was inside my bedchamber? And how was it decided that Brother’s head is inside my room? Koi Tower is quite fortified. If this really was my doing, would I have let Brother’s head be discovered so easily?"</p><p>Hearing his questions, Lan XiChen couldn’t seem to find any answers. Not only he, Wei WuXian couldn’t answer them either. Who could’ve expected that, within such a short time, Jin GuangYao was not only able to move the head somewhere else, but also prompt Qin Su to take her own life before everyone’s eyes?!</p><p>As he his thoughts spun with desperation, Jin GuangYao sighed, "XuanYu, did you tell this to Brother and all those people? What’s the use of making up this sort of easily exposable lies?"</p><p>One of the sect leaders asked, "LianFang-Zun, who are you talking about?"</p><p>Somebody spoke coldly, "Who? The one standing beside HanGuang-Jun, of course."</p><p>Everyone turned to look at him. The person who spoke was Su She. He continued, "The people who aren’t from the LanlingJin Sect might not have heard of who he is. His name is Mo XuanYu. He used to be a disciple of the LanlingJin Sect. Back then, because of his indecent conduct, he was thrown out for the reason of harassing LianFang-Zun. Yet, speaking from the hearsay nowadays, he has proven himself to the likings of HanGuang-Jun, even following him wherever he goes. Why would HanGuang-Jun, who has always been known for his grace and righteousness, keep such a person by his side? It truly is difficult to understand."</p><p>Listening to him speak, Jin Ling’s face darkened. Amid the chatters of the crowd, Jin GuangYao lay down Qin Su’s corpse and slowly stood up. One hand on the hilt of Hensheng, he walked a step closer to Wei WuXian, "I won’t bring up anything from the past, but please explain in all honesty. A-Su’s bizarre death—are you involved in this at all?"</p><p>When Jin GuangYao lied, it really was unashamed and full of vigor! As others heard this, of course they’d think that Mo XuanYu had slandered LianFang-Zun and caused Madam Jin to take her own life since he held hatred toward him. Even Wei WuXian couldn’t think of anything to say in refutation. What could he say? How he saw Nie MingJue’s head? How he snuck into the secret room? The name of the person whom Qin Su saw before she died? The odd letter that could easily be argued as fictitious and fabricated? Such refutation would only make him look even more suspicious! As he tried to think of a plan, Hensheng had already unsheathed. Lan WangJi stood in front of him as Bichen blocked the attack.</p><p>As the other cultivators saw, they unsheathed their swords as well. Two swords came at him from the side. Wei WuXian had no weapons in his hands, and so he was unable to defend himself. Turning around, he happened to see Suibian lie atop the cabinet. He immediately grabbed it and unsheathed the sword!</p><p>Jin GuangYao’s expression froze as he exclaimed, "It’s the YiLing Patriarch!"</p><p>Within the instant, all of the blades of the LanlingJin Sect’s disciples turned to point at him. Jin Ling’s did as well!</p><p>His identity having suddenly been exposed, Wei WuXian stared at Jin Ling’s disordered expression. Facing Suihua’s blade, he was still confused. Jin GuangYao spoke again, "What a surprise that Patriarch YiLing has returned to this world and decided to make an appearance here. Apologies for the lack of reception."</p><p>Wei WuXian still felt puzzled, having not the slightest clue how he revealed himself. Nie HuaiSang spoke dizzily, "Brother? What did you call him? Isn’t this Mo XuanYu?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao pointed Hensheng at Wei WuXian, "HuaiSang, A-Ling, come over. Everyone, please be careful. Since he pulled his sword out, he’s most definitely the YiLing Patriarch— Wei WuXian!"</p><p>Because of how the name of Wei WuXian’s sword was too embarrassing to say, when people mentioned it, they always referred to it as "this sword", "that sword", "his sword", and so on. The words "the YiLing Patriarch" evoked even more fear than how ChiFeng-Zun had been dismembered. Even the people who didn’t intend on fighting had involuntarily unsheathed their swords, circling this side of the secret room. Wei WuXian glanced across at the field of sword glares in front of him, saying nothing.</p><p>Nie HuaiSang, "Don’t tell me that whoever pulls out the sword must be the YiLing Patriarch. Brother, HanGuang-Jun, I’m guessing that there’s some sort of a misunderstanding between the two sides, right?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "There are no misunderstandings. He’s Wei WuXian for sure."</p><p>Jin Ling suddenly shouted, "Wait! Uncle, wait! D-didn’t my uncle hit him with Zidian back at Dafan Mountain? His soul didn’t get whipped out, so it must mean that he didn’t possess this body, right? And so he can’t be Wei WuXian right?!"</p><p>Jiang Cheng’s face looked very dark. He didn’t speak as his hand pressed onto the hilt of his sword, as though he was thinking about what to do. Jin GuangYao, "Dafan Mountain? That’s right. A-Ling, now that you reminded me, I’ve also remembered just what had appeared on Dafan Mountain. Wasn’t he the one who summoned Wen Ning as well?"</p><p>Seeing that he not only couldn’t prove anything but was also refuted, Jin Ling’s complexion paled. Jin GuangYao continued, "I’m sure that none of you know this, but back when XuanYu was still at Koi Tower, he had seen a copy of the YiLing Patriarch’s manuscript at my place. The manuscript recorded a dark technique that ‘sacrificed’ one’s body. With the price being the soul and the body, one could summon a powerful spirit to seek revenge in place of themself. Sect Leader Jiang wouldn’t be able to test it even if he hit him with a hundred more strikes. It’s because the person who used the technique sacrificed their body willingly. It doesn’t count as a possession at all!"</p><p>The explanation was fair and reasonable. Hatred grew in Mo XuanYu after he was thrown out of Koi Tower. Recalling the technique that he had seen, he asked for a ferocious ghost to befall and summoned the YiLing Patriarch. Everything that Wei WuXian did was to seek revenge for Mo XuanYu, so the dismembering of ChiFeng-Zun’s corpse must’ve been due to Wei WuXian as well. In any case, before the truth could be determined, the biggest possibility was that it was all part of the YiLing Patriarch’s sinister plot!</p><p>But some people still doubted, "Since the technique of sacrifice can’t be proven, then according to your judgement, LianFang-Zun, we aren’t able to conclude anything, are we?"</p><p>Jin GuangYao, "It is true that body sacrifice cannot be proven, but whether or not he is the YiLing Patriarch can. Ever since the YiLing Patriarch had received the cultivation backlash and been torn to dust by his ghouls on the top of the Burial Mounds, his sword was collected by the LanlingJin Sect. But, not long afterwards, the sword sealed itself."</p><p>Wei WuXian was surprised, <em><i>Sealed itself?</i></em></p><p>A foreboding sense of worry stirred up within him. Jin GuangYao, "I believe that I don’t need to go into great depths to explain how a sword seals itself. This sword is spiritual. It refuses to let anyone apart from Wei WuXian use it, which was why it sealed. Aside from the YiLing Patriarch himself, nobody can pull it out. But just a second ago, ‘Mo XuanYu’ here pulled out, in front of everyone’s eyes, the sword that had been sealed for thirteen years!"</p><p>Before he even finished talking, dozens of sword glares shot toward Wei WuXian.</p><p>Lan WangJi blocked off all of the attacks. Bichen threw some people to the side to make out an unobstructed path for them. Lan XiChen, "WangJi!"</p><p>A few of the sect leaders who had keeled over from Bichen’s cold energy were fuming, "HanGuang-Jun! You…"</p><p>Wei WuXian didn’t even say one unnecessary word. Pressing his right hand on the window lattice, his body lightly flipped outside. As soon as he landed, he began to sprint, thinking, <em><i>When Jin GuangYao saw the strange paperman and saw Suibian being unsheathed, he must’ve guessed who I was right there. And so he quickly made up a series of lies, causing Qin Su to take her own life, and then purposely force me to the cabinet with Suibian inside so that I could unsheath my sword and reveal my identity. Scary, scary. Who could’ve known that his reaction was so fast and his lies so flawless?</i></em></p><p>Suddenly, somebody came from behind him. It was Lan WangJi, who had followed him without speaking a word. Wei WuXian’s reputation had always been terrible, so it wasn’t his first time in such a situation. This life, his mindset was different from when he was in his past life. He could already face these situations calmly. He should get away first. There might be a chance of a counterattack in the days to come. He wouldn’t push it even if no such chance came. If he stayed, all that would come out of it were more than hundreds of slashes from the swords. Saying that he was actually innocent was even more of a joke. Everyone believed with utmost certainty that he’d return to seek revenge sometime in the future. Having destroyed countless sects, nobody would listen to his explanation, especially when Jin GuangYao would be there fanning the flames. Lan WangJi, though, was different from him. He wouldn’t even have to explain, and people would explain for him, such as how HanGuang-Jun had been deceived by the YiLing Patriarch.</p><p>Wei WuXian, "HanGuang-Jun, you don’t have to follow me!"</p><p>Lan WangJi looked straight in front of him, saying nothing in reply. The two left behind them a crowd of cultivators shouting to kill. Amid the chaos, Wei WuXian spoke again, "You really want to go with me? Think carefully. After you walk out this door, your reputation will be destroyed!"</p><p>The two had already dashed down the steps of Koi Tower. Lan WangJi grabbed his wrist, as though he was about to speak. Yet, suddenly, a white light flashed before their eyes. Jin Ling stopped them in their tracks.</p><p>Seeing that it was Jin Ling, Wei WuXian let out a sigh of relief. Just as the two were about to go around him, Jin Ling slashed his sword and blocked their way again, asking, "You’re Wei Ying?!"</p><p>His expression was a in a disarray. There was anger, there was hatred, there was doubt, there was hesitation, there was distress. He shouted again, "You really are Wei Ying, Wei WuXian?"</p><p>Seeing how he looked, the pain in his voice infinitely greater than the hatred, Wei WuXian felt his heart shake. But only a few seconds needed to pass before the crowd behind him would catch up. He couldn’t pay attention to him any longer. Clenching his teeth, he could only try for the third time to go around him. All of a sudden, a coldness passed through his stomach. As he looked down, Jin Ling had already pulled the white blade—now red with blood—out of him.</p><p>He didn’t expect that Jin Ling really would come at him.</p><p>The thought in Wei WuXian’s mind was, <em><i>He could be like anyone, yet he just so happened to have taken over his uncle Jiang Cheng. They even like to stab the same places.</i></em></p><p>He couldn’t quite clearly remember what had happened next. He felt that he tried to attack. Everything around them seemed frenzied. Not only noisy, their escape seemed to bump and jolt as well. He didn’t know how long had passed, but when he hazily opened his eyes again, Lan WangJi flew on Bichen, while he was carried on Lan WangJi’s back. Blood had spilled onto half of his snow colored cheeks.</p><p>In truth, the wound at his stomach didn’t hurt too much. But it was a hole in his body, after all. In the beginning, he had managed for a while, as though nothing happened. It was likely, though, that the body hadn’t received many injuries before. As the wound bled, he couldn’t help but feel light-headed, and this wasn’t something that he could control.</p><p>Wei WuXian called out, "… Lan Zhan."</p><p>Lan WangJi’s breathing wasn’t as placid as usual, feeling somewhat rushed. It was probably from carrying Wei WuXian while fending off attacks and being on the run for too long.</p><p>The tone in which he replied, however, was still the single syllable, as steady as ever, "Mnn."</p><p>After the "mnn", he added, "I am here."</p><p>Hearing the words, something that Wei WuXian had never felt before sprouted within his heart. It was like sorrow. His chest hurt a bit, but also felt a bit warm.</p><p>He could still remember how, back in Jiangling, Lan WangJi came all the way to assist him, yet he didn’t appreciate the kindness at all. With all kinds of disputes, the two of them often parted with disapproval.</p><p>But what he hadn’t expected was that when everyone feared him and flattered him, Lan WangJi scolded him right in his face; when everyone spurned him and loathed him, Lan WangJi stood by his side.</p><p>Suddenly, Wei WuXian spoke, "Ah, I remember now."</p><p>Lan WangJi, "What do you remember?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "I remember now, Lan Zhan. Just like this. I… really have carried you before."</p><h3>Translator’s Notes

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