The Founder of Diabolism

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 44 Allure—Part Two

The chicken wing that Lan JingYi was holding in his mouth plopped into his bowl, splattering the sauce onto the front of his clothes.

One single thought filled Wei WuXian’s mind—after Lan WangJi sobered up, he wouldn’t ever have the face to look at others again.

Jin Ling was bewildered, "… What’s he doing?"

Wei WuXian, "Showing you guys a special way to use the Lan Sect’s forehead ribbon."

Lan SiZhui, "What special way…"

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."

Lan JingYi blurted, "But you cannot do that! Our sect’s forehead ribbon is…"

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!"

Ignoring the strange looks that other people gave them, Lan WangJi dragged Wei WuXian up the stairs.

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?"

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 long bed and curtains for resting. After Lan WangJi dragged him to the other side of the screen, he forcefully pushed Wei WuXian onto the bed.

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, Is he gonna make me sleep again? It’s not nine yet, is it?

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?"

As his hand felt around, Wei WuXian’s lips twitched, "It hurts! It hurts sooo much!"

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?"

Lan WangJi covered his mouth at once.

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?!"

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?!

How rude!

Wei WuXian thought to himself, Now that things are like this, don’t blame anything on me.

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.

It was only the dip of a dragonfly, yet Lan WangJi looked as if his palm had been singed by a flame. He instantly took his hand away.

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.

Wei WuXian, "What’s this? What are you doing?"

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.

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?"

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.

Kneeling on the bed, he moved toward Lan WangJi and smiled through the most devilish tone that he could manage, "You scared?"

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.

Wei WuXian was finally starting to enjoy himself.

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."

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, 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?

Noticing that the person chasing him had stopped, Lan WangJi stopped as well.

Hiding behind the screen, he showed only half of his fair-skinned face, peeking silently at the direction of Wei WuXian.

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

Wei WuXian, "Do you want to continue?"

Expressionless, Lan WangJi nodded.

Wei WuXian struggled to hold back his laughter.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha oh gosh Lan Zhan wanted to play hide-and-seek with him now that he was drunk hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

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, 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.

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?"

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.

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."

Wei WuXian, "… Huh? Yes, I caught you."

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."

Wei WuXian, "Yeah. I caught you."

He caught him. What else?

What did he say? What was he going to do after catching him?

… No.

Wei WuXian, "This time doesn’t count. You walked over yourself."

Before he even finished his words, Lan WangJi’s expression had darkened. He looked extremely unhappy.

Wei WuXian, This can’t be. After Lan Zhan is drunk, he not only likes to play hide-and-seek, but also likes to be licked?

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.

Lightly. Very lightly.

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.

Wei WuXian pondered, Does he like it, or is he scared of it? Or is it both at the same time?

As he was pondering, Lan WangJi turned around, his face as calm as always, "Again."

Wei WuXian, "Again? Again what?"

Lan WangJi hid behind the wooden screen once more and peeked at him with only half of his face showing.

His intentions were as clear as could be—again, you chase, I run.

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.

Wei WuXian, "You really are doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"

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.

Wei WuXian, 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.

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?"

As he spoke, he held up one of Lan WangJi’s hands, bent down, and kissed between two of his slender fingers.

Lan WangJi wanted to take his hand away again, but Wei WuXian held it tightly, not allowing him to do so.

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.

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.

Wei WuXian lifted up his sleeves, revealing the pale-skinned wrist, then kissed it as well.

After he kissed, he didn’t raise his head. He only turned his eyes to Lan WangJi, "Is that enough?"

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?"

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?"

Lan WangJi closed his eyes. His lips quivered, as though he was on the verge of confessing.

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.

After the kiss, he even licked them, as though a kiss wasn’t enough.

Both of them widened their eyes.

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.

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.

He stood up from the ground, pushed the table to where it used to be, then sat down beside it.

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.

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.

Wei WuXian put the empty cup back onto the table, No more alcohol for me. I’ve really had enough.

As he turned around, past the wooden screen, he could see Lan WangJi, who lay quietly on the bed. He thought to himself, … 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.

Remembering what an "outrageous" thing did he just do to Lan WangJi, Wei WuXian couldn’t help but touched his lips.

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.

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—

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.

Translator’s Notes

Face: This, again, refers to the Chinese concept of face. It pretty much means that he’d have too bad of a reputation to ever dare show his face to other people again.

Long bed: The long bed, in this case, is similar to a slender daybed couch, but it’s made of wood and there’s no matting.

The dip of a dragonfly: This is a common proverb in China that describes light, dainty kisses.

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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
Chapter 51 Courage—Part One</h3><p>Yunmeng was abundant in lakes. The YunmengJiang Sect’s "Lotus Pier", the residence of the greatest sect here, was built near a lake as well.</p><p>Starting from the end of Lotus Pier, after just a while of paddling, one would see a large lotus lake, more than a hundred miles in length. The wide, verdant leaves and the smooth, pink blossoms brushed shoulders against one another. As a breeze blew over, the petals and the leaves swayed as if they nodded their heads. Amid the purity and grace, one could also feel a naive sense of clumsiness.</p><p>Lotus Pier wasn’t as other-worldly as the other sects’ residences, shutting their doors and refusing to let commoners come within a boundary miles away. The docks right in front of Lotus Pier’s entrance often bustled with vendors selling seed pods, water chestnuts and all kinds of pastries. Runny-nosed children from households nearby could also sneak into Lotus Pier’s fields to watch the cultivators practice their swords. They wouldn’t be scolded even if they got caught, either. They could sometimes even play around with the Jiang Sect’s disciples.</p><p>When Wei WuXian was young, he often shot kites at the bank of Lotus Lake.</p><p>Jiang Cheng stared fixedly at his own kite, glancing at Wei WuXian’s once in a while. Wei WuXian’s kite had already flown high up in the sky, but he still had no intention of drawing his bow. With his right hand at his brows, he grinned as he looked up, as though he still felt that it wasn’t far enough.</p><p>Seeing that the kite had almost drifted out of the area where he was certain he’d succeed in shooting it down, Jiang Cheng clenched his teeth. He positioned his arrow and drew the bow. The white-feathered arrow shot out. The kite painted like a one-eyed monster was pierced right through the eye and fell downward. Jiang Cheng’s brows lifted, "It hit!"</p><p>Right after, he asked, "Yours has flown so far already. You sure you can hit it?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Wanna guess?"</p><p>He finally pulled out an arrow and aimed. As the bow was drawn to the utmost, he swiftly let go.</p><p>A hit!</p><p>Jiang Cheng’s brows scrunched up again. A <em><i>humph</i></em> came through his nose. All of the boys put away their bows and went to pick up their kites so that they could rank the distances. The closest kite would receive the lowest ranking. Every time, the last one was the shidi who was the sixth eldest. As usual, they’d spend some time laughing at him. His face was quite thick, though, so he didn’t care at all. Wei WuXian’s was the farthest. The closest one to him, the one ranked second, was Jiang Cheng’s kite. Both Wei WuXian and Jiang Cheng felt too lazy to go fetch the kites. The boys rushed into the winding hallway built over the water’s surface. They were playing around, jumping up and down, as two young, slender women appeared before them.</p><p>Both of them were dressed as armed maids, carrying with them short swords. The taller maid, holding a kite and an arrow, blocked their path. She asked coldly, "Whose are these?"</p><p>All of the boys silently cursed their luck as they saw the two women. Wei WuXian touched his chin and stepped forward, "They’re mine."</p><p>The other maid snorted, "You’re an honest one, aren’t you?"</p><p>They parted and revealed between them a purple-clothed woman, also carrying a sword.</p><p>The woman had creamy skin and was rather beautiful, though her delicate features displayed some fierceness. The corners of her lips lay between a frown and a smile—she was a natural at sneering, just like Jiang Cheng. Her flowing purple robes wrapped around her thin waist. Both her face and her right hand, which rested on the hilt of her sword, were as cold as jade stone. A ring embellished with amethyst was worn on the index finger of her right hand.</p><p>Jiang Cheng smiled as he saw her, "Mom!"</p><p>Meanwhile, the rest of the boys greeted her with respect, "Madam Yu."</p><p>Madam Yu was Jiang Cheng’s mother, Yu ZiYuan. Of course, she was Jiang FengMian’s wife, and used to cultivate with him as well. Naturally, she should be called Madam Jiang. But, for some reason, everyone had always called her Madam Yu. Some people guessed that it was because she didn’t want to take on her husband’s surname due to her assertive personality. On this matter, neither the husband nor the wife in question had ever argued either.</p><p>Madam Yu came from the prominent MeishanYu Sect. She was ranked third in her clan, so was also called Third Lady Yu. In the cultivation world, she went by the name "Violet Spider". Just bringing up the name could scare quite a few away. Ever since she was young, she’d had a cold personality and never came off as likeable when conversing with others. Even after she married Jiang FengMian, she had always been out on night-hunts, not overly fond of staying at the Jiang Sect’s Lotus Pier. On top of that, where she lived at Lotus Pier was different from where Jiang FengMian did. She had her own area, where only she and a few of the family members she’d brought from the Yu Sect lived. The two young women, <strong><b>JinZhu and YinZhu</b></strong>, were both her trusted maids. They never left her side.</p><p>Madam Yu gave Jiang Cheng a sideways glance, "Fiddling about again? Come, let me see you."</p><p>Jiang Cheng went to her side. Madam Yu squeezed his arm with her slender fingers, then slapped his shoulder loudly, scolding, "There’s isn’t any improvement in your cultivation at all. You’re seventeen already, yet you’re still like an ignorant child, fooling around with others all the time. Are you the same as others? Who knows which sewers other people will be splashing in, but you’re going to be the leader of the Jiang Sect!"</p><p>Jiang Cheng stumbled from the slap, head lowered, not daring to protest. Wei WuXian understood—it went without saying that she was scolding him again, whether obvious or not. On the side, one of his shidi secretly stuck out his tongue toward him. Wei WuXian raised a brow at the shidi. Madam Yu, "Wei Ying, what trouble are you stirring up this time?"</p><p>Wei WuXian stood forward, accustomed to it. Madam Yu scolded, "You’re like this again! If you yourself don’t seek progress, then don’t drag Jiang Cheng along to fool around with you. You’re going to be a bad influence to him."</p><p>Wei WuXian looked startled, "I don’t seek progress? Why, am I not the one with the most progress in the entire Lotus Pier?"</p><p>Young people were never too patient. They wouldn’t feel satisfied unless they talked back. Hearing this, an air of hostility appeared over Madam Yu’s forehead. Jiang Cheng hastened, "Wei WuXian, shut up!"</p><p>He turned to Madam Yu, "It’s not that we want to shoot kites in Lotus Pier but, right now, isn’t it that none of us are allowed to leave? The Wen Sect assigned all of the night-hunt areas to itself. Even if I wanted to night-hunt, there isn’t anywhere for me to go. To stay at home and not go outside to provoke or fight for prey with the Wen Sect—isn’t this what you yourself made clear to Father?"</p><p>Madam Yu smirked bitterly, "I’m afraid that this time, even if you don’t want to leave, you’ll have to anyway."</p><p>Jiang Cheng didn’t understand. Madam Yu didn’t pay them any more attention and walked through the hallway, holding her chin high. The two maids behind her shot Wei WuXian fierce glares, and followed their mistress away.</p><p>When evening came, they finally understood what had been meant by ‘even if you don’t want to leave, you’ll have to anyway.’</p><p>It turned out that the QishanWen Sect had ordered for envoys to pass out messages. For the reason that other sects taught badly and wasted talent, the Wen Sect demanded all of the sects to each dispatch at least twenty disciples to Qishan within three days, so that they could let experts teach them.</p><p>Jiang Cheng was shocked, "The Wen Sect’s people really said this? They know no shame, do they?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Well, they think they’re the sun shining above all sects. It’s not the first time that the Wen Sect is so shameless. Taking advantage of their large sect and strong influence, it had been prohibiting the other sects from night-hunting ever since last year. Just how much prey, how much land has it stolen?"</p><p>Jiang FengMian was sitting at the foremost seat, "Watch your words and eat."</p><p>There were only five people within the large hall. In front of everyone was a small, square table, on top of which were a few dishes of food. Head lowered, Wei WuXian only had a few mouthfuls as somebody tugged at the corner of his sleeve. Turning around, he saw Jiang YanLi pass over a small dish. Inside the dish was a dozen peeled lotus seeds, soft and white, fresh and succulent.</p><p>Wei WuXian’s voice was soft, "Shijie, thank you."</p><p>Jiang YanLi smiled. Those somewhat mild features immediately lit up with color. Yu ZiYuan spoke coldly, "Eat? A few days after this, when they’re at </p><p>This demand of the QishanWen Sect was one that they couldn’t turn down. Countless precedents could prove that if any sect dared defy their orders, it would be accused of strange things such as being ‘rebellious’ or ‘destructive.’ And, with these as reasons, they would wipe it out fair and square.</p><p>Jiang FengMian replied in a lukewarm voice, "Why fret over it? No matter what comes in the future, today’s meal should still be eaten."</p><p>Madam Yu was out of patience. She slammed the table, "I’m fretting? Of course I’m fretting! How can you still be so indifferent? Did you not hear what the person from the Wen Sect said? A mere maidservant dares to hold up her head before me! The twenty disciples that are sent must include a disciple from the clan. What does that mean? It means that between A-Cheng and A-Li, one of them must be included! Sent there to do what? To be taught? How each sect teaches their own disciples—since when is it the Wen Sect’s turn to meddle?! This is sending people for them to play with, for them to hold against us!"</p><p>Jiang Cheng, "Mom, don’t be so angry. I’ll just go."</p><p>Madam Yu scolded, "Of course you’ll go! Or else would your sister go? Look at her, still happily peeling lotus seeds. A-Li, stop peeling them. Who are you peeling them for? You’re the mistress, not somebody’s servant!"</p><p>Hearing the word ‘servant’, Wei WuXian didn’t mind much. He had finished all of the lotus seeds in the dish all at once, chewing as the soft, refreshing sweetness filled his mouth. Jiang FengMian, on the other hand, raised his head slightly, "<strong><b>My lady</b></strong>."</p><p>Madam Yu, "What, something I said? Servant? You don’t want to hear the word? Jiang FengMian, let me ask you—this time, do you intend to let him go?"</p><p>Jiang FengMian, "It’s up to himself. He can go if he wants to."</p><p>Wei WuXian raised his hand, "I want to go."</p><p>Madam Yu laughed harshly, "How wonderful. He can go if he wants to. If he doesn’t want to, it’s definitely possible for him to stay. Why is it that A-Cheng has to go no matter what? Raising someone else’s child with such passion, Sect Leader Jiang, you really are a very nice person!"</p><p>There was resentment within her heart. She simply wanted to let out the rage, even if it made no sense. All the rest were quiet as they endured her temper. Jiang FengMian, "My lady, you’re tired. Why don’t you go back and rest?"</p><p>Jiang Cheng sat still as he looked up at her, "Mom."</p><p>Madam Yu stood up and mocked, "What do you want me to do? Like your father, you want me to hold my tongue? You really are an idiot. I’ve told you long ago that you’ll never in your whole life be able to surpass the one sitting beside you. Not over cultivation, not over night-hunting, even over shooting kites, you can’t surpass him! It can’t be helped. Who could change the fact that your mom is worse than another’s? Worse it is, then. Your mom feels injustice for you, tells you countless times not to fool around with him, yet you’re still defending him. Just how did I give birth to a son like you?!"</p><p>She walked out, alone, leaving Jiang Cheng sitting there, his complexion switching between purple and pale. Jiang YanLi quietly put a dish of already-peeled lotus seeds on his table.</p><p>Having sat for a while, Jiang FengMian spoke up, "Tonight, I’ll count eighteen more people. You’ll depart together next day."</p><p>Jiang Cheng nodded, hesitant on whether or not he should say anything else. He never knew how to converse with his father, while Wei WuXian was proficient. Finishing his soup, he replied, "Uncle Jiang, don’t you have anything to give us?"</p><p>Jiang FengMian smiled, "I’ve given them long ago. Your swords are by your side, and the adage is in your hearts."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Oh! To ‘attempt the impossible’, right?"</p><p>Jiang Cheng immediately warned, "This doesn’t mean that you should stir up trouble even though you know that you’ll make a mess!"</p><p>The air among them finally lifted.</p><p>The next day, before departure, Jiang FengMian only spoke one sentence after he informed them of the necessities, "The disciples of the YumengJiang Sect aren’t as weak as to crack under just one of the outside world’s waves."</p><p>Jiang YanLi saw them off, staying with them road after road. She filled everyone’s arms with all sorts of snacks, afraid that they’d starve at the QishanWen Sect. Clothes brimming with food, the twenty boys set off from Lotus Pier. Within the time that the Wen Sect had set, they arrived at the appointed sector of indoctrination located at Qishan.</p><p>A number of disciples came from each sect, whether large or small. All of them were juniors. Among the hundreds of people, quite a few of the boys knew one another. In groups of threes or sevens, everyone conversed quietly, none of their faces agreeable. It seemed that they were all gathered here using not the most pleasant of means. Glancing around, Wei WuXian remarked, "As expected, people came from Gusu as well."</p><p>He didn’t know why, but all of the boys sent from the GusuLan Sect looked somewhat pallid. Lan WangJi’s face was especially pale, but his expression was still as frosted as usual, distancing him from everyone else. The sword Bichen on his back, he stood alone, with nobody around him. Wei WuXian had wanted to go up to him and say hello, but Jiang Cheng warned him, "Don’t cause any trouble!"</p><p>And so he could only forget about it.</p><p>Suddenly, a person shouted commands from in front of them, ordering all of the disciples to gather into formation before a tall platform. A few of the Wen Sect’s disciples came and chided, "Silence, all of you! Don’t talk!"</p><p>The person on the platform wasn’t too much older than them, appearing about eighteen or nineteen. Chest puffed out, he had features that only barely crossed paths with the word "handsome". But, like his hair, they felt a bit greasy, for some reason. This was the youngest child of the QishanWen Sect, <strong><b>Wen Chao</b></strong>.</p><p>Wen Chao really enjoyed showing his face. He had flaunted himself before the other sects in quite a number of events, which was why people weren’t strangers to how he looked. Behind him stood two people, one on the left and the other on the right. On the left was a glamorous girl, her stature slim. With long brows, large eyes, and lips of fiery red, the only blemish was the black mole above her upper lip. It sat on an awkward spot, as though it was always inviting others to dig it out. On the right was a tall, broad-shouldered man, appearing to be in his twenties. His face showed only indifference, surrounded by an air of coldness.</p><p>Standing on the taller half of the hill, Wen Chao looked down at everyone. Looking quite pleased with himself, he waved his hand, "From now on, one by one, hand over your swords!"</p><p>A commotion began among the crowd. Someone protested, "Swords should always accompany those who cultivate. Why do you want us to hand over our swords?"</p><p>Wen Chao, "Who was the one that spoke? From which sect? Stand forward on your own!"</p><p>The person who spoke was immediately too afraid to speak. The crowd below the platform finally quieted, and Wen Chao was finally satisfied, "It’s exactly because there are still disciples like you, who know nothing of conduct, of compliance, of humility, that I’m here to indoctrinate you so that your cores don’t rot away. You’re already so ignorantly audacious. If your customs aren’t straightened up now, in the future, there’d naturally be those who attempt to challenge the authority and climb above the Wen Sect’s head!"</p><p>Although everyone knew that he asked for their swords with ill intentions in mind, with the QishanWen Sect like the sun at high noon, all of the sects were treading on thin ice, daring not to defy it in the slightest way. Everyone was afraid that if they caused him any displeasure, they’d be given some accusation along with their sect, and so they could only submit to him.</p><p>Jiang Cheng held Wei WuXian firmly. Wei WuXian asked with a lowered voice, "What are you holding me down for?"</p><p>Jiang Cheng snorted, "Don’t do unnecessary things."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "You’re thinking too much. Even if this one is so greasy that it’s gross, no matter how much I want to beat him up, I won’t pick such a time and cause our sect trouble. Don’t worry."</p><p>Jiang Cheng, "You want to stuff him into a bag and beat him up again? I’m afraid that wouldn’t work. You see that guy beside Wen Chao?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Yes. His cultivation is high, but his youth isn’t maintained well enough. Looks like he was a late bloomer."</p><p>Jiang Cheng, "His name is <strong><b>Wen ZhuLiu</b></strong>, also known as the ‘Core-melting Hand’. He’s servant kept by Wen Chao’s side, specially to protect him. Don’t provoke him."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "The ‘Core-melting Hand’?"</p><p>Jiang Cheng, "That’s right. His pair of palms is quite scary. And he’s an aid to the tyrant. Before, he helped Wen…"</p><p>The two looked straight ahead as they whispered. Seeing one of the Wen Sect’s servants approach to take away their swords, they were silent at once. With confidence, Wei WuXian unstrapped his sword and handed it over. At the same time, he couldn’t help but glance across at the GusuLan Sect’s side. He originally thought that Lan WangJi would definitely refuse to hand it over. Unexpectedly, even though Lan WangJi’s face was frighteningly cold, he unstrapped his sword anyway.</p><p>The mockery of Madam Yu had become a prophecy. Receiving the "indoctrination" in Qishan, the meals everyday really were bland. All of the snacks that Jiang YanLi had hung around their bodies were taken away long ago. On top of that, among the young disciples, none had practiced inedia yet. One couldn’t say that it wasn’t difficult.</p><p>The so-called "indoctrination" of the QishanWen Sect included only handing out copies of "Quintessence of the Wen Sect", booklets full of the stories and quotes of the Wen Sect’s past leaders and best cultivators. Everyone had one. They were demanded to memorize them well and keep them in mind at all times. Wen Chao, on the other hand, stood above them every single day. He’d give a speech to everyone and request that they cheer for him, make him the role model to every word, every action. During night-hunts, he would bring the disciples with him and make them run at the very front. They’d scout the path, distract the demons and beasts, and battle with all their effort, while he’d appear at the last moment and easily knock down the prey that had already been beaten to a pulp by others. After he cut off its head, he’d go around boasting that it came from the victory he had achieved alone. If there were anyone whom he found especially displeasing, he’d pull them out and scold them in front of everyone, as though said person was lower than even swine.</p><p>Last year, attending the Discussion Conference of the QishanWen Sect, Wen Chao also entered the grounds along with Wei WuXian and the others, on the day of the archery competition. He was completely sure that he’d win the first place, thinking that it was only natural for other people to yield to him. As consequence, of the first three shots, the first was a hit, the second missed, and the third shot down the wrong paper mannequin. He should’ve exited the grounds immediately, but he refused to, and the others were hesitant of calling him out. In the end, after the calculations, the four with the best results were Wei WuXian, Lan XiChen, Jin ZiXuan, and Lan WangJi. If it weren’t for having to leave early, Lan WangJi could’ve done even better. Wen Chao felt greatly humiliated, and so he resented these four the most. Lan XiChen couldn’t come this time, so he was fixated on the other three, scolding them everyday, exhibiting his power.</p><p>The one who suffered the most was Jin ZiXuan. He grew up having been cupped within the palms of his parents. He had never undergone such humiliation before. If not for how the other disciples of the LanlingJin Sect stopped him and the fact that Wen ZhuLiu wasn’t easy to deal with, he would have willingly killed himself along with Wen Chao on the first day. On the other hand, Lan WangJi seemed to be in a state of inner peace and absolute indifference, as though his soul had already risen out of his body. And, Wei WuXian had been through years of Madam Yu’s diverse methods of scolding when he was at Lotus Pier. He began to laugh whenever he stepped off the platform, hardly blinking an eye to such moments.</p><p>Today, as usual, the group was hustled awake by the Wen Sect’s disciples again. Like a group of livestock, they were driven toward the next destination of their night-hunts.</p><p>The place that they were going this time was called Dusk-Creek Mountain.</p><p>The deeper they went into the forest, the thicker the branches over their heads became, and the larger the shadows below them grew. Aside from the sounds of leaves and footsteps, they couldn’t hear anything else. The calls of birds, beasts and beetles were unusually perceivable amid the silence.</p><p>After a while, the group met with a creek. Scattered throughout the gurgling water were maple leaves that floated along. The harmony of the sound and the sight imperceptibly diluted the atmosphere of desolation. Bouts of giggling laughter could even be heard from in front of them.</p><p>Wei WuXian and Jiang Cheng walked while muttering insults at the Wen-dogs in every way possible. Inadvertently, he turned around, glanced, and saw a figured clothed in white. Lan WangJi was not far away from him.</p><p>Due to his slow pace, Lan WangJi was toward the back of the line. Within these past few days, there were many times when Wei WuXian wanted to approach him and catch up on what had been happening. However, Lan WangJi turned away whenever he saw him and Jiang Cheng had also beat it into him not to mess around. Now that they were closer, he couldn’t help but pay more attention. Wei WuXian suddenly realized that, although Lan WangJi tried to walk as normally as possible, one could still see that his right leg contacted the ground lighter than his left, as though he couldn’t put any pressure on it.</p><p>Seeing this, Wei WuXian slowed down so that he was beside Lan WangJi. Walking shoulder to shoulder with him, he asked, "What happened to your leg?"</p><h3>Translator’s Notes
Chapter 52 Courage—Part Two</h3><p>Lan WangJi stared straight at the front, "Nothing."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "We’re already familiar with each other, aren’t we? How cold—you don’t even bother giving me a single look. Your leg really is fine?"</p><p>Lan WangJi, "We are not familiar."</p><p>Wei WuXian turned around and walked facing the back, determined on making Lan WangJi look at his face, "Don’t force yourself if it’s not fine. Is your leg hurt or broken? When did it happen?"</p><p>Just as he was about to say, ‘do you want me to carry you’, a fragrant breeze suddenly wafted around his nose. Wei WuXian turned around and looked to the side. His eyes immediately lit up.</p><p>Seeing that he had stopped talking abruptly, Lan WangJi followed his gaze. He saw about half a dozen girls walking together. The one in the center wore a layer of chiffon over her coat of pale scarlet. As wind blew across, the chiffon swayed. Her figure looked exceptionally good from the back.</p><p>This figure was what Wei WuXian had been looking at.</p><p>One of the girls laughed, "<strong>MianMian</strong>, your perfume sachet truly is something special. After I wore it, bugs really did stop coming over. The scent is nice too. I seem to feel much more awake after I smell it."</p><p>The voice of the girl called MianMian was indeed soft and sweet, "Inside of the sachet is filled with minced medicinal plants. It can be useful in quite a lot of ways. I’ve still got a few here. Do any of you want one?"</p><p>Wei WuXian swept over like a foreboding gust of wind, "MianMian, save me one too."</p><p>The girl was surprised. She didn’t expect to hear a stranger’s voice barge in so suddenly. Turning around, she revealed a fair face, which frowned slightly as she asked, "Who are you? Why do you call me MianMian as well?"</p><p>Wei WuXian grinned, "I heard all of them call you MianMian, so I thought that it’s your name. What, it’s not?"</p><p>Lan WangJi watched them coldly. Seeing that he was at it again, Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes with emphasis.</p><p>MianMian’s cheeks flushed, "You can’t call me that!"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Why not? How about this: if you tell me your name, I won’t call you MianMian anymore. What do you think?"</p><p>MianMian, "Why do I have to tell you just because you asked? Before you ask for somebody else’s name, you should tell them your name first, shouldn’t you?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Sure, if you want my name. Remember, my name is ‘YuanDao’."</p><p>MianMian silently pronounced the name ‘YuanDao’ a few times. She couldn’t remember if the young master of any sect had such a name. But, judging from the boy’s air and appearance, she didn’t think he was the average disciple. Looking at the teasing smile at the corners of Wei WuXian’s lips, she didn’t know what was going on.</p><p>Suddenly, Lan WangJi’s low voice came from beside them, "A play on words."</p><p>She realized at once that it had been taken from the poetry line ‘<strong>its ceaseless bounds yearn for miles and miles on</strong>’ and he was making fun of her. She stomped her feet in spite, "Who’s yearning for you? You have no face!"</p><p>The girls collapsed into a laughing mess, chirping, "Wei WuXian, you really have no face!"</p><p>"I’ve never seen someone as annoying as you!"</p><p>"Let me tell you, she’s called…"</p><p>MianMian dragged them away and turned to leave, "Let’s go, let’s go! You can’t tell it to him."</p><p>Wei WuXian shouted from behind, "You can go, but give me a sachet, won’t you?! You’re ignoring me? You don’t want to? If you don’t, I’ll find other people and ask for your name. There must be someone out there who’s willing to tell me…"</p><p>Before he finished, a perfume sachet flew over from in front of him. It landed right in the middle of his chest. With an ‘ouch’, Wei WuXian pretended as though his heart hurt, spinning the sachet around his hand with its ribbons around his finger. Even as he walked back to Lan WangJi, he was still spinning the sachet around, grinning. Watching Lan WangJi’s expression grow colder, he asked, "What? You’re looking at me like that again. Right, where were we again? Let’s continue. How about I carry you on my back?"</p><p>Lan WangJi looked at him quietly, "Do you behave in such a frivolous way towards everyone?"</p><p>Wei WuXian thought for a second, "I think so?"</p><p>Lan WangJi looked at the ground. He only replied a moment later, "How impudent!"</p><p>He spoke the two words through clenched teeth, along with some strange hatred. He didn’t even deem it worthy to give Wei WuXian another glare. Lan WangJi strained to speed up and walk faster. Seeing that he was forcing himself again, Wei WuXian hurried, "Fine. You don’t have to walk this fast. I’ll just go."</p><p>Combining three strides into two, he quickly caught up to Jiang Cheng.</p><p>Yet, Jiang Cheng didn’t give him any good looks either. He spoke menacingly, "You’re so ridiculous!"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "It’s not like you’re Lan Zhan or anything, so why do you say ridiculous like he does? His face today is worse than how it used to be. What’s wrong with his leg?"</p><p>Jiang Cheng spoke in a sour voice, "You still have the time to pay attention to him? Why don’t you pay attention to yourself!? I don’t know what tricks that idiot Wen Chao is planning this time, making us search for some cave entrance here in Dusk-Creek Mountain. Hopefully it’s not like last time when he made us circle up and be shields of flesh."</p><p>One of the disciples beside them whispered, "Of course his face isn’t so great. Last month, the Cloud Recesses was burnt down. You didn’t know yet, did you?"</p><p>Hearing this, Wei WuXian jolted, "Burnt down?!"</p><p>In the past few days, Jiang Cheng had heard too many of these stories, so he wasn’t as surprised as Wei WuXian was, "By the Wen Sect’s people?"</p><p>The disciple, "You can say that. You can also say… that the Lan Sect itself burnt everything down. The eldest son of the Wen Sect, <strong>Wen Xu</strong>, went to Gusu. He accused the Lan Sect’s leader of something and forced the Lan Sect’s people to burn down their own residence! It was given pretty names like cleaning up the place so that it’s reborn from the firelight. Most of the Cloud Recesses and its surrounding forest has been burnt down. Just like that, the hundreds of years old paradise had been destroyed. The leader of the Lan Sect was heavily injured. We don’t even know if he’s still alive. Well, well…"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Is Lan Zhan’s leg related to this?"</p><p>The disciple, "Of course. The first place that Wen Xu ordered them to burn down was the Library Pavilion. He declared that he’ll teach anyone who wasn’t willing to do it a lesson. Lan WangJi refused. He was attacked by Wen Xu’s people and they broke one of his legs. It hadn’t even been healed yet, and he was dragged out here again. Who knows what they’re trying to do?!"</p><p>Wei WuXian thought carefully. Within these days, aside from being scolded by Wen Chao, Lan WangJi really didn’t walk around much. He had always been either standing or sitting, saying nothing at all. He was someone who valued proper conduct beyond anything, so naturally he didn’t let anyone see that his leg had been injured.</p><p>Seeing that he seemed like he wanted to go over to Lan WangJi again, Jiang Cheng pulled Wei WuXian away, "What’s wrong with you, now?! You still dare provoke him? You really are digging your own grave!"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "I’m not going to provoke him. Look at his leg. He’s been on the go for so many days—the state of his injury must’ve worsened. It became noticeable probably only because he really couldn’t hide it any longer. If he walks on like this, it’s likely that he won’t ever be able to use his leg again. I’m gonna carry him."</p><p>Jiang Cheng pulled him even closer, "It’s not as if you’re familiar with him! Don’t you see how much he hates you? You’re going to carry him? He probably doesn’t even want you a step closer to him."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "It’s alright if he hates me—I don’t hate him. I’ll get him onto my back the second I get hold of him. Could he possibly choke me to death while on my back?"</p><p>Jiang Cheng warned, "We aren’t even able to care for ourselves; how do we have the time to care about the trivialities of others?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "First, this isn’t a triviality. Second, things like this, somebody will have to care about them, sooner or later!"</p><p>As the two argued with lowered voices, one of the Wen Sect’s servants came over and scolded, "Don’t talk amongst yourselves. Watch what you do!"</p><p>After the servant came and went, a dainty girl approached them. Her name was <strong>Wang LingJiao</strong>. She was one of the servants that Wen Chao kept by his side. Exactly how she served him, though, everyone knew without the need of explaining. She used to be a maid of Wen Chao’s principal wife. Since she had quite the look, she got into his bed after exchanging a few looks with her mistress. As one’s position elevates, those around them receive blessings as well. In the world of cultivation, a certain ‘YingchuanWang Sect’ had also appeared.</p><p>Since her spiritual power was weak, she couldn’t use upper-level swords, which was why she held a long branding iron in her hand. All of the Wen Sect’s servants had one of these branding irons. Without the need to be heated, it gave a painful brand to whomever it touched.</p><p>Holding it in her hand, Wang LingJiao scolded pompously, "Young Master Wen told you to search for the entrance, so what are you doing, whispering to each other?"</p><p>At such a time, even a mere </p><p>Suddenly, somebody shouted from the side, "Found it!"</p><p>Wang LingJiao didn’t have the time to pay them any more attention. Having rushed over, she took a look at it, then beamed, "Young Master Wen! They found it! The entrance!"</p><p>It was a hole in the ground, hidden quite well beneath an old banyan tree with a trunk as large as the hug of three men. The first reason as to why they couldn’t find it was that entrance was rather small, not even five feet in width, and the second that the thick, tangled roots and vines weaved a firm web, blocking the entrance. Above it, there was also a layer of leaves and branches, mud and stone, and thus it was almost unnoticeable.</p><p>Pushing aside the rotten leaves and mud, cutting away the roots, and the dark, eerie hole had been revealed.</p><p>The entrance led to deep underground. The cold air plunged into everyone’s face, sending chills down their back. Nothing was heard of the pebble that had been tossed inside. It was as though it had sunk into the sea.</p><p>Wen Chao was ecstatic, "This must be it! Quick, everyone, get down there!"</p><p>Jin ZiXuan couldn’t hold it any longer. He spoke coldly, "You brought us here, saying that we’ll be hunting a beast. Then, if I may ask, what sort of a beast is it? Informing us beforehand would allow us to cooperate with more efficiency so that we wouldn’t be as confused as last time."</p><p>Wen Chao, "Inform you?"</p><p>He stood up, first pointing at Jin ZiXuan and then at himself, "Just how many times do I have to make myself clear for you to remember? Don’t get it wrong. You are only the cultivators who serve me. I’m the one who gives the orders. I don’t need others to tell me their suggestions. I am the only one who directs the battle and commands the troops. I am also the only one who can conquer the beast!"</p><p>He spoke the words ‘only one’ with great emphasis. The lofty voice and arrogant tone evoked both laughter and hatred within the ones who listened. Wang LingJiao scolded, "Didn’t you hear what Young Master Wen said? Get down there, quick!"</p><p>Jin ZiXuan was standing at the very front. Holding back his anger, he lifted the hem of his robe, grabbed one of the thickest vines, and jumped without any hesitation into the endless hole.</p><p>This time, Wei WuXian could relate to his feelings on a profound level. No matter what creatures haunted this cave, facing them would be much more comfortable than facing Wen Chao and the others. If he let this hell of a pair damage his eyes any longer, he was afraid that he really might choose to perish alongside them!</p><p>The people following Jin ZiXuan entered the hole one by one.</p><p>Since the group of forcibly gathered disciples had their swords taken away, they could only crawl down slowly. The vines grew along the wall of the hole. The were quite sturdy, thick as the wrists of young children. Clinging to it, Wei WuXian silently calculated how deep they were going as he lowered himself at a leisurely pace.</p><p>His feet finally touched the ground after sliding down for almost thirty feet.</p><p>Wen Chao shouted a few things from above ground. Having ensured that it was safe underground, he flew easily down, sword under his feet, Wang LingJiao in his arms. A while after, the disciples and servants also landed one by one.</p><p>Jiang Cheng whispered, "Hopefully the prey he wants to hunt this time won’t be anything too difficult. I don’t know if there are any other exits here. If the ghoul or beast flips out inside of here, such a long vine might break in half and it’d be hard for us to even run away."</p><p>The rest of the group was thinking the same thing. They couldn’t help but look up at the small, white spot that was the entrance. Everyone was worried.</p><p>Wen Chao leaped off his sword, "What are you doing just standing there? Do you need me to teach you what to do? Go!"</p><p>The group of the boys were chased into the depths of the cave.</p><p>Since they needed to scout the path at the front, Wen Chao ordered his servants to provide them with a few torches. The ceiling of the cave was both high and broad, unreachable by the light of the torches. Wei WuXian paid attention to the echoes. He felt that the deeper they went, the more spacious the echoes sounded. It was likely that they were already more than a hundred feet below ground.</p><p>The people at the front maintained high alert. They didn’t know how long had passed when they had finally arrived before a deep pool of water.</p><p>Even if the pool was above ground, it’d be considered a vast lake. The water was eerily black. Stone islets of all sizes were also protruding from the surface.</p><p>And there was no other path before them.</p><p>But, even though the path was at an end, they still hadn’t found the prey of their night-hunt. They didn’t even know what exactly it was. Everyone’s heart was filled with uncertainty, still stiffly maintaining their vigilance.</p><p>As he hadn’t seen the beast that he was expecting, Wen Chao also felt irritated. After cursing a few words, he suddenly had an ‘idea’, "Find somebody, hang them up, and let out some blood to lure the thing out."</p><p>Beasts usually craved blood more than anything. It’d definitely be lured out by the scent of the blood and the immobile human being hanging mid-air!</p><p>Wang LingJie answered and immediately pointed to a girl. She ordered, "How about her?"</p><p>The girl was the one who gave out perfume sachets on their way here, ‘MianMian’. Suddenly having been chosen, her mind went completely blank. Although this choice of Wang LingJiao’s appeared random, she’d actually been planning it for a long time. Most of the people that the sects sent here were boys. Thus, toward the few girls, Wen Chao couldn’t help but pay more attention, especially MianMian. She looked fair and had been harrassed a few times by Wen Chao, though could only suffer in silence. Yet, Wang LingJiao had seen and loathed everything.</p><p>MianMian realized that she really was the one who had been chosen. With a face brimming with fear, she staggered a few steps back. Seeing that this girl was the one Wang LingJiao chose, Wen Chao remembered that he never had the chance to have her yet and felt that it’d be a pity, "This one? How about someone else?"</p><p>Wang LingJiao looked as though she’d been wronged, "Why someone else? I choose this one. Don’t tell me that you’ll miss her?"</p><p>She let loose her coquetry, and Wen Chao was over the moon with delight, half of his heart having already melted. Then, turning to look at the way MianMian dressed, he was certain that she wasn’t part of the sect’s clan. She was at most a disciple, so she’d surely be the perfect bait, as even if she was gone the sect wouldn’t come pester him, "Nonsense. Why would you think that I’ll miss her? Do whatever you want. Everything is up to <strong>JiaoJiao</strong>!"</p><p>MianMian knew that if she was hung up, she probably wouldn’t be able to come back down alive. She tried to run away, but wherever she fled, the people dispersed around her. Just as Wei WuXian twitched, Jiang Cheng held him firmly down. MianMian suddenly noticed that two people remained still. She hid behind their backs at once, shivering.</p><p>The two were Jin ZiXuan and Lan WangJi.</p><p>As the Wen Sect’s servants that were about to tie MianMian up saw that the two didn’t intend on moving, they shouted, "Move to the side!"</p><p>Lan WangJi was silent with indifference.</p><p>Seeing that the situation wasn’t good, Wen Chao warned, "Why are you standing there? You can’t understand human speech? Or do you want to save the damsel in distress?"</p><p>Jin ZiXuan lifted his brows, "Is that enough? It wasn’t enough for people to be flesh shields for you, and now you want live humans to bleed for you to use as bait?!"</p><p>Wei WuXian found this somewhat surprising, <em>So Jin ZiXuan really does have some nerve.</em></p><p>Wen Chao pointed at them, "Are you rebelling against me? Let me warn you, I’ve been tolerating you for a very long time. Right now, hang the brat up with your own hands! Or else none of the people from your sects can expect to return!"</p><p>Jin ZiXuan sneered and refused to budge. Lan WangJi also looked as though he had heard nothing, so motionless that he seemed to be meditating.</p><p>However, one of the GusuLan Sect’s disciples on the side had been trembling as he listened to Wen Chao’s threatening words. He finally couldn’t hold it any longer as he rushed over, grabbing MianMian, and prepared to tie her up. Lan WangJi’s brows stiffened. He immediately struck the disciple to the side.</p><p>Although he didn’t say anything, the way he looked at the disciple was more than imposing. What such a look meant was clear to everyone—<em>it truly is a shame that the GusuLan Sect has taught a disciple like you!</em></p><p>The disciple’s shoulders quivered as he backed off slowly, unable to face the others’ eyes. Wei WuXian whispered to Jiang Cheng, "Uh-oh. Judging from Lan Zhan’s personality, this won’t go well."</p><p>Jiang Cheng clenched his fists as well.</p><p>In such a situation, it was almost impossible to care for oneself only and hope that no blood would be lost!</p><p>Wen Chao was enraged, shouting, "How dare you! Kill them!"</p><p>A few of the Wen Sect’s disciples unsheathed their swords, rushing toward Lan WangJi and Jin ZiXuan. The ‘Core-melting Hand’, Wen ZhuLiu, stood behind Wen Chao with his hands folded behind him. He never attacked, as though he thought that he didn’t need to do so. He was right, seeing that the two boys were at a loss in terms of both weaponry and sheer numbers. Even more, after the past days of being constantly on the move, they were in quite a bad state, not to mention that Lan WangJi had been injured. They definitely wouldn’t be able to last long. Watching his subordinates fight with the two, Wen Chao looked as if his mood was much better. He spat, "Talking back to me—what did you think you are? People like you really do deserve to be killed."</p><p>A grinning voice came from the side, "That’s right. All those who oppress others and do evil relying on the power of their clan should be killed. Not only that, they should be beheaded for tens of thousands to revile so that those to come would beware."</p><p>Hearing this, Wen Chao spun around, "What did you say?"</p><p>Wei WuXian pretended to be surprised, "Do you need me to repeat it? Sure. All those who oppress others and do evil relying on the power of their clan should be killed. Not only that, they should be beheaded for tens of thousands to revile so that those to come would beware. You heard it this time?"</p><p>Hearing this, Wen ZhuLiu seemed to ponder as he glanced at Wei WuXian. Wen Chao erupted, "How dare you say such absurd, outrageous, and pretentious words!"</p><p>Wei WuXian first lifted the corners of his mouth with a ‘pfft’, then immediately burst into unbridled laughter.</p><p>Under everyone’s shocked eyes, he laughed so hard that he was out of breath, clutching Jiang Cheng’s shoulder as he spoke, "Absurd? Outrageous? I’d say you’re the one who’s all of those! Wen Chao, do you know who was the one that said those words? I’m sure you don’t, do you? Let me tell you. This was said by the most, most, most famous cultivator of your sect, the one who founded the entire thing, Wen Mao. You dared say that one of your ancestor’s remarks are absurd and outrageous? Well said, very well said! Ahahahahaha…"</p><p>Within the <em>Quintessence of the Wen Sect</em> that had been given out, even the most ordinary of smalltalk comments could be analyzed over and over, their deep meanings boasted with exceptional extravagance. Let alone memorizing it well, Wei WuXian felt disgusted after just flipping through its pages. However, he found this quote of Wen Mao’s quite ironic, which was why he could recall it with ease.</p><p>Wen Chao’s complexion switched between red and white. Wei WuXian added, "Right, what was the accusation given to those who insult famous cultivators of the Wen Sect again? How should they be punished? I remember that it was execution, right? Yes, very well, you can go die now."</p><p>Wen Chao couldn’t hold himself back any longer, unsheathing his sword and lunging at Wei WuXian. With that, he lunged out of Wen ZhuLiu’s range of protection.</p><p>Wen ZhuLiu had always been used to defending against the attacks of others. He had never expected Wen Chao to leave by his own will. Facing the sudden difficulty, he somehow couldn’t react in time. On the other hand, as Wei WuXian provoked Wen Chao, he was precisely waiting for the moment of uncontrollable rage. The smile by his lips didn’t falter at all as he attacked with the speed of lightning. In a split second, he had snatched the sword and reversed the situation, subduing Wen Chao with just one move!</p><p>One hand gripping Wen Chao, he leaped a few times and landed on one of the islets above the pool, keeping his distance from Wen ZhuLiu. With his other hand he pressed the sword onto Wen Chao’s neck, warning, "Nobody move. If you’re not careful, I might just decide to let some blood out of your Young Master Wen!"</p><p>Wen Chao screeched, "Stop moving! Stop moving!"</p><p>The disciples surrounding Lan WangJi and Jin ZiXuan finally ceased their attacks. Wei WuXian shouted, "Core-melting Hand, you’re not moving either! You know how the temper of the Wen Sect’s leader is. Your master is in my hand. If he loses just one drop of blood, then not one of the people here should hope to live on, including you!"</p><p>Wen ZhuLiu put his arms down as Wei WuXian had expected. Seeing that the situation was under control, Wei WuXian was about to speak when he suddenly felt that the entire ground below him had trembled.</p><p>He was on guard at once, "Jiang Cheng! Is it an earthquake?"</p><p>They were currently inside of an underground cave. If an earthquake or a landslide happened, it’d be extremely terrifying whether their entrance was blocked or they were buried alive. Yet, Jiang Cheng replied, "No!"</p><p>But Wei WuXian felt that the shaking of the ground had intensified. The blade almost touched Wen Chao’s throat quite a couple of times, making him scream. Jiang Cheng immediately shouted, "It’s not an earthquake—what’s moving is the thing under your feet!!!"</p><p>Wei WuXian had noticed as well. It wasn’t that the ground was trembling, but that the islet that he landed on. Not only was it trembling, it was also rising and rising. The area above the surface of the water grew larger and larger.</p><p>He had finally realized. This wasn’t an islet, but a large creature that had been hidden within the depths of the pool—right now, he was standing on the shell behind the back the beast!</p><h3>Translator’s Notes
Chapter 53 Courage—Part Three</h3><p>The ‘islet’ moved quickly toward the shore.</p><p>The approach of the foreign beast brought upon them formless tension. Aside from a few—Lan WangJi, Jin ZiXuan, Jiang Cheng, and Wen ZhuLiu—everyone else kept on staggering backward. Just as everyone thought that the underwater creature would flip out any moment, it halted.</p><p>The dormant beast had been awakened because Wei WuXian jumped onto its back. Now, Wei WuXian didn’t dare move rashly. He remained where he was and waited.</p><p>Above the dark water that surrounded the ‘islet’ were a few maple leaves of an unusually bright shade of red, slowly floating by.</p><p>Below the leaves, within the depths of the pool, was something that looked like a pair of glowing bronze mirrors.</p><p>The bronze mirrors grew larger and larger, nearer and nearer. Wei WuXian exclaimed under his breath. Dragging Wen Chao, he stepped back just as the surface below his foot shook and suddenly began to rise. The ‘islet’ rose into the air. The large, coal-black head of a beast, atop it the couple of maple leaves, soared out of the water!</p><p>Under the screams varying in pitch, the beast slowly turned its head around, staring with its massive eyes the two humans on its back.</p><p>The round head of the beast appeared rather strange, similar to both a turtle’s and a snake’s. Simply looking at its head, it’d be more like a gigantic snake, but looking at its body, which had largely risen out of the water already, it seemed more like a…</p><p>Wei WuXian, "… What a large… tortoise…"</p><p>This wasn’t the average tortoise.</p><p>If the tortoise were to crash onto the Lotus Pier’s training ground, its shell alone could fill up the entire martial arts field. Even three burly men wouldn’t be able to put their arms around its dark crown. Much less, the average tortoise couldn’t extend out of its shell a snake’s long, winding head, within it a full mouth of yellow, criss-crossed fangs, let alone grow four sharp claws that seemed quite agile.</p><p>Wei WuXian met the pair of large, golden eyes. Its pupil was just a slit, its thickness shifting, as though its eyes were switching in and out of focus, not completely able to tell what exactly was on its back.</p><p>It seemed like that the beast had the eyesight of a snake as well—not too good. As long as they didn’t move, maybe it wouldn’t be able to notice.</p><p>Suddenly, two streams of water vapor shot out of its hole-like nostrils.</p><p>The maple leaves that had been floating in the water just happened to be near its nose. It spurted out the air likely because they were itching it. Wei WuXian was still motionless, standing as if he was a statue. However, the slight movement scared the life out of Wen Chao.</p><p>Wen Chao knew that the beast craved slaughter more than anything. Seeing that it suddenly shot vapor from its nose, he thought that it was about to go into a rage. Disregarding the sword by his neck, he screamed toward Wen ZhuLiu, who was at the shore, "Why aren’t you helping me yet?! Help me now! What are you waiting for?!"</p><p>Jiang Cheng cursed through clenched teeth, "That idiot!"</p><p>Among the two strange things before its eyes, one suddenly started twitching like a worm and let out ear-piercing sounds. The beast was provoked at once. Its snake-like head pulled back quickly before immediately springing up. Its yellow and black fangs parted wide as it lunged for its back!</p><p>Wei WuXian flicked his arm. Wen Chao’s sword flew with the speed of an arrow toward where the <strong>heart</strong> of the beast should be.</p><p>However, as it was covered in black scales, the head of the beast was as hard as armor. As though it had hit a piece of iron, the blade of the sword sent off a trail of sparks with a <em>clang</em> before it plummeted into the water. The beast seemed to hesitate. Its large eyeballs turned down to look at the slender object that glowed even when it was underwater. Grabbing the opportunity, Wei WuXian pushed down with his legs and lept into the air along with Wen Chao, onto one of the other islets, thinking to himself, <em>Please don’t tell me that this one is a huge tortoise as well!</em></p><p>Suddenly, he heard Jiang Cheng call out, "Watch your back! The Core-melting Hand is coming!"</p><p>Wei WuXian spun around only to see a pair of large hands loom over him without a sound. Involuntarily, he struck out to fend against Wen ZhuLiu’s attack. He could feel a power come from Wen ZhuLiu, unusually forceful and dark, as though something was about to be sucked out of his arm. Wei WuXian instinctively took his hand back, while Wen ZhuLiu used the chance to snatch Wen Chao away, landing back on the shore. Wei WuXian cursed under his breath and followed them to the shore. All of the Wen Sect’s disciples took down the bows that had been on their backs and retreated as they aimed at the beast. Arrows shot through the air as though they were rain, clinking as they hit the beast’s scales and its shell. Sparks flew everywhere. Although the battle appeared to be quite intense, in reality, there was no use. Not a single arrow had proven a fatal hit. They did nothing more than scratch the beast’s itches. The large head waved left and right. The skin outside of its shells seemed to be black rocks, filled with lumps. Even if arrows hit, they couldn’t go any deeper.</p><p>Wei WuXian watched one of the Wen Sect’s disciples pant as he set an arrow onto his bow. Struggling to draw the bow, he just couldn’t pull it all the way back. Finally unable to tolerate it, Wei WuXian grabbed the bow and kicked the disciple to the side. Three arrows were left in the quiver. He set them onto the bow all at once, drew the string to the fullest, and aimed. The string of the bow squeaked by his ear. Just as he was about to let go, a cry suddenly came from behind him.</p><p>The cry was full of fear. Turning around, Wei WuXian saw Wang LingJiao give orders to three servants. Two of them brutishly held MianMian in place, clenching her face, while the other raised the branding iron in his hand and thrusted it toward her face!</p><p>The tip of the iron was so heated that it sizzled and shone with red light. Wei WuXian was some distance away from them. Seeing what was happening, he immediately shifted the direction of the arrows and let go of the string.</p><p>The three arrows shot out at once and hit each of the three people. Without making a noise, they fell backward onto the ground. Yet, before the bowstring even ceased to vibrate, Wang LingJiao suddenly grabbed the iron that had fallen as well. Gripping MianMian’s hair, she again shoved it toward her face!</p><p>Even though Wang LingJiao’s level of cultivation was extremely low, her move was both swift and cruel. If she really did it, even if MianMian could keep her eye, her face would be completely ruined. A woman like her, even under such dangerous circumstances where people were prepared to flee at a moment’s notice, still kept her persistent thoughts of harming others!</p><p>All of the other disciples were setting up their arrows, handling the beast with all of their attention. Nobody was near these two. There were no more arrows on Wei WuXian and there wasn’t enough time to grab someone else’s. Under the urgency of these circumstances, he rushed over, one hand striking away the arm that Wang LingJiao grabbed MianMian’s hair with and the other landing forcefully at her chest.</p><p>Having undertaken the strike, Wang LingJiao heaved up a mouthful of blood and flew backward.</p><p>However, the tip of the iron had already pressed onto Wei WuXian’s chest.</p><p>Wei WuXian caught the odor of clothing and skin being scorched, along with the horrifying scent of cooked meat. Below his collarbone, near his heart, came a pain that drowned out everything else.</p><p>He gritted his teeth, but still couldn’t hold back the aching roar, finally letting it out of his throat.</p><p>His strike wasn’t in the least soft. Wang LingJiao flew out, blood spurting everywhere, and wailed as soon as she hit the ground. Jiang Cheng’s palm went toward the crown of her head. Wen Chao screeched, "JiaoJiao! JiaoJiao! Quick, get JiaoJiao back here!"</p><p>Wen ZhuLiu frowned slightly. He didn’t say anything as he hurried over, fended off Jiang Cheng, and carried Wang LingJiao back, tossing her at Wen Chao’s feet. Wang LingJiao threw herself into his arms, still retching blood as she bawled her eyes out. Jiang Cheng chased over to fight Wen ZhuLiu. Wen Chao saw that his eyes were bloodshot and had </p><p>Those who served him had been holding it up with much effort, waiting for him to give orders of retreat since a long time ago. Hearing those words, they hopped onto their swords and flew away at once. Wen Chao’s sword was thrown by Wei WuXian into the water, so he grabbed someone else’s and leapt onto the sword with Wang LingJiao in his arms. With a <em>whoosh</em>, they disappeared within the blink of an eye. All of the disciples and servants followed closely behind him. Jin ZiXuan shouted, "Stop fighting! Let’s go!"</p><p>The disciples had never intended to continue the fight anyway, especially against the beast that was like a mountain of boulders. But, dashing along, as they arrived at where the hole was, they found the vine that they had used to climb down in a pile on the ground like a dead snake.</p><p>Jin ZiXuan fumed, "Those dog-thieves! They cut off the vine!"</p><p>Without the vine, they had now way of climbing up the steep dirt wall. The hole was a little more than thirty feet above their heads, its white light hurting the eye. Not long afterward, half of the light had withered, as though the <strong>tiangou</strong>had taken a bite out of the moon.</p><p>Somebody cried, "They’re blocking up the entrance!"</p><p>Just as he had finished speaking, the rest of the white light had been blocked up as well.</p><p>Deep underground, all that was left was a couple of burning torches, igniting the young, hesitant faces. Nobody could say anything.</p><p>A while later, Jin ZiXuan’s cursing broke the dead silence, "That hell of a couple can really do such things, can’t they?"</p><p>One of the boys murmured, "It’s alright even if we can’t get out… My father and mother will come find me. If they hear of this, they’ll definitely search for me here."</p><p>A few of the people agreed. Immediately after, somebody replied in a quivering voice, "They must think that we’re still undergoing indoctrination at Qishan. How could they possibly search for us… Besides, after the Wen Sect’s people ran away, they definitely won’t tell the truth. They’ll definitely make up some excuse… And we can only stay down here…"</p><p>"We can only wait down here in the cave… without any food… along with a beast…"</p><p>As Jiang Cheng slowly walked over, propping Wei WuXian up, they happened to hear the ‘without any food’ part of the conversation. Wei WuXian, "Jiang Cheng, there’s a piece of cooked meat here. You want to eat it?"</p><p>Jiang Cheng, "Get lost! You really haven’t learned your lesson, have you? Just what situation do you think we’re in? You don’t know how much I want to sew your lips together."</p><p>Lan WangJi’s light-colored eyes landed on them. Immediately after, they landed on MianMian, who followed behind them, at a loss as to what to do. Tears stained her face as she continued to sob, hands clenching her robe as she said ‘I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry’ over and over again. Wei WuXian plugged his ears, "Hey, stop crying, alright? I’m the one who was burned, not you. Don’t tell me that you want me to cheer you up? How about you cheer me up? Okay, enough, Jiang Cheng, stop carrying me. It’s not like my leg is broken."</p><p>The girls circled around MianMian and began to sniffle together.</p><p>Lan WangJi’s gaze returned as he turned around to leave.</p><p>Jiang Cheng, "Young Master Lan, where are you going? The beast is still waiting in the pool."</p><p>Lan WangJi, "Return to the pool. There is a way to leave."</p><p>After the boys had heard that there was a way to leave, even the crying stopped. Wei WuXian, "What is it?"</p><p>Lan WangJi, "There are leaves within the pool."</p><p>Although the sentence sounded rather strange, Wei WuXian understood at once.</p><p>Atop the dark pool that the beast dwelled in, there were indeed a few leaves. But, inside of the cave, there were neither maple trees nor the trace of any human activity and, near the entrance, there was only a banyan tree. The maple leaves, however, were as red as fire, flaunting how fresh they were. When they came up the mountain, they had also seen the sight of leaves drifting along water in a creek.</p><p>Jiang Cheng had realized as well, "At the bottom of the pool, it’s likely that there’s a hole connected with water from the outside. That would’ve brought in the maple leaves in the forest creek."</p><p>Someone spoke in a timid voice, "But… How do we know if the hole is large enough to let people through? What if it’s really small and it’s only a slit?"</p><p>Jin ZiXuan frowned, "And the beast is still watching stubbornly over the pool."</p><p>Wei WuXian lifted the lapel of his robe, one of his hands fanning at the wound under his clothes, "If there’s hope, then let’s move. No matter what, it’s better than waiting for our parents here and doing nothing. So what if it’s watching over the pool? We can just lure it out."</p><p>After some negotiation, a while later, the group of boys again went off the same way they had come.</p><p>Hiding in a hole within the cave, they quietly peeped at the beast.</p><p>Most of its body was still soaked in the pool. The long body of a snake extended from its turtle shell. It approached the shore, opened its jaw, and softly clenched the corpse between its teeth before it shrunk back, dragging the corpse back into its dark, castle-like shell. It was as though it wanted to savor it in there.</p><p>Wei WuXian tossed out a torch. It crashed into one corner of the cave.</p><p>The sound was especially exaggerated within the dead silence of the underground. The head of the beast slid out of its shell at once. Its thin pupils reflected the eagerly burning torch. Instinctively attracted to things that gave light and heat, it slowly extended its neck out.</p><p>Behind it, Jiang Cheng noiselessly dove into the water.</p><p>The YunmengJiang Sect settled near water. The swimming abilities of its disciples were all exceptional. The moment that Jiang Cheng had dived, the ripples disappeared immediately. The surface of the water didn’t even do so much as to crease. Everyone stared at the water, glancing at the beast at times. Seeing that the large, black head had always been hesitantly circling around the torch, debating between approaching or not, everyone’s hearts tightened.</p><p>Suddenly, as though having finally decided to get a taste of what this really was, it moved its nose close. Yet, it was slightly scorched by the searing flames.</p><p>The neck of the beast shrunk away at once. Two streams of water vapour shot out with rage from its nostrils, putting the torch out.</p><p>At this point in time, Jiang Cheng just happened to have swum out of the water and took in a deep breath. Sensing that its territory had been intruded, it shook its head and plunged toward Jiang Cheng.</p><p>Noticing the situation at hand, Wei WuXian bit his finger and drew something illegible on his palm. Rushing out of the hole they hid in, he slapped his palm onto the ground. As his he removed his hand, a fire as tall a person sprouted from the ground!</p><p>Surprised, the beast turned around and looked over. Jiang Cheng used the opportunity to climb ashore, shouting, "There’s a hole at the bottom, not too small!"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "How small is not too small?"</p><p>Jiang Cheng, "About half a dozen can pass at a time!"</p><p>Wei WuXian shouted, "Everyone, listen up. Follow Jiang Cheng and swim into the underwater hole. Those who aren’t injured watch out for those who are, those who can swim watch out for those who can’t. Half a dozen can pass at a time, so nobody rush. Now, go!"</p><p>As soon as he finished speaking, the flame that had sprouted slowly died down. He backed off ten-or-so steps into another direction, then hit the ground with his palm again, letting out another bout of fire. The beast’s golden eyes appeared reddish through the light of the flames. Burning mad, it waved its limbs and climbed toward the fire, dragging above it its mountain of a body.</p><p>Jiang Cheng raged, "What are you doing?!"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "What are <em>you</em> doing?! Get them down there!"</p><p>He had already successfully lured the beast out of the water and onto the shore. If they didn’t leave now, what were they waiting for? Jiang Cheng clenched his teeth, "Everyone, come here. Those who can swim alone, stand on the left; those who can’t, stand on the right!"</p><p>Wei WuXian was inspecting the area of the cave as he backed away with the fires. Suddenly, pain burst through his arm. Looking down, he saw that he had been shot by an arrow. It turned out that the Lan Sect disciple that Lan WangJi had glared at picked up one of the bows the Wen Sect had left and shot at the beast. However, perhaps realizing how fearsomely agile it was, his hand had slipped and the arrow had lost its aim, landing on Wei WuXian instead. Wei WuXian had no time to pull it out, hitting the ground with his palm again. He only cursed after the flame had appeared, "Back off!! Don’t cause me any trouble!"</p><p>The disciple had originally wanted to hit the beast’s vital spot with just one shot, so that he could save some of the face that he had lost. However, he never expected it to turn out like this. Face paler than ever, he threw himself into the water and fled as fast as he could. Jiang Cheng hurried Wei WuXian, "Get over here!"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "I will!"</p><p>Jiang Cheng still had three disciples who couldn’t swim beside him. This could be considered the last batch. He knew that they weren’t able to wait and had to dive into the water without Wei WuXian. Wei WuXian only realized after he had pulled the arrow out of his arm, <em>Oh no!</em></p><p>The scent of blood had provoked the beast. Its neck suddenly grew in length faster than ever and its fangs had opened wide!</p><p>Before Wei WuXian could think of what to do next, his body tilted as somebody shoved him to the side.</p><p>Lan WangJi had pushed him out of the way.</p><p>With this opportunity, the jaws of the beast had closed, biting down on his leg.</p><p>Wei WuXian’s right leg hurt from simply watching the scene. Lan WangJi’s face was still expressionless. He had only frowned slightly. Afterward, he was immediately dragged away!</p><p>Judging from the size and the bite strength of the beast, it could easily be able to sever a person from the waist into two pieces. Fortunately, it seemed that it didn’t like to eat broken ones. After it had bitten someone, it would shrink into its shell, no matter if the person was dead or alive, so that it could savor it slowly. Or else, if its jaw had just used some strength, Lan WangJi’s leg would’ve been broken already. Its shell was extremely hard, impenetrable by any blade. If it dragged Lan WangJi inside, then he’d most likely never come out again!</p><p>Wei WuXian broke into a sprint. Just as the head was about to shrink inside, he threw himself over, clinging to one of the teeth on its upper jaw.</p><p>His strength could never have been able to compete with such a monster’s. Yet, under the life-or-death situation, superhuman strength had exploded within him. His feet were propped up against the shell of the beast while his hands clung onto the fang no matter what. Like a prick of some kind, he used his body to block its path, preventing it from shrinking inside, from getting the chance to enjoy the delicacy.</p><p>Lan WangJi didn’t expect that he could catch up even under such circumstances. He was utterly shocked.</p><p>Wei WuXian was afraid that the beast might break out, either eating them alive or biting off Lan WangJi’s leg. His right hand continued to grab onto the upper fang while his left hand clenched onto a lower fang. His hands pushing in opposite directions at the same time, he forced strength into his arms as though his life depended on it, the vein at his forehead protruding so much that it seemed to be on the verge of bursting. His face was blood-red.</p><p>The two rows of fangs were already deep into Lan WangJi’s blood and bones. Yet, its jaws really were being slowly forced open!</p><p>Its jaws ceased to be able to clench its prey. Lan WangJi fell into the pool. Seeing that he was safe now, the almost deity-like strength of Wei WuXian disappeared at once. Unable to hold the beast’s jaws in place any longer, he suddenly let go. The jutting fangs from both rows bit down on each other, creating an echo as loud as the fissure of a boulder!</p><p>Wei WuXian had fallen into the water as well, landing beside Lan WangJi. With just a flip, he had positioned himself and, holding Lan WangJi in one hand, he swam with the other. In an instance, he had travelled a few feet forward, creating a long, sweeping wave within the pool. Rolling onto the shore, he threw Lan WangJi onto his back and began to run at once.</p><p>Lan WangJi blurted out, "You?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "It’s me! You’re pleasantly surprised?"</p><p>Hovering on his back, Lan WangJi’s voice possessed the rare emotional fluctuation, "How could this be pleasant?! Let me down!"</p><p>Wei WuXian’s mouth refused to rest even as he was running for his life, "If I let you down just because you say so, doesn’t that really make me lose face?"</p><p>The roar of the beast that had come from behind them vibrated within their ears and their chests. Both felt blood rush up their throats. Wei WuXian hurried to shut his mouth so that he could focus on running away. In prevention of the beast catching up with fury, he purposely chose to duck into thin holes that the turtle shell couldn’t pass through. Without having any rest, he didn’t even know how long he had run. He had finally slowed, after unable to hear anymore sounds.</p><p>His guard lowering, as soon as his speed decreased, Wei WuXian could smell the scent of blood. Feeling behind him backhandedly, his right hand was covered in a wet crimson.</p><p>Wei WuXian, <em>Oh no, Lan Zhan’s injury will worsen again.</em></p><h3>Translator’s Notes
Chapter 54 Courage—Part Four</h3><p>Feeling that they were probably far enough away for their location to be safe, Wei Wuxian spun around and laid Lan WangJi gently onto the ground.</p><p>His leg injury wasn’t completely healed to begin with, and now that it had been bitten by the beast’s fangs and soaked in water. Lan WangJi’s white clothes were dyed red by smears of blood everywhere. It could be seen with the physical eye, the rows and rows of punctures from the fangs. He couldn’t stand at all, falling to the ground as soon as he was let go of.</p><p>Wei WuXian bent down for a moment to inspect the wounds. Standing up again, he circled the cave a few times. A couple of shrubs could be found growing underground. Having finally found a few thicker, straighter branches, he rubbed the grime off the surface using a corner of his clothes and squatted before Lan WangJi, "You have a rope or a ribbon? Hey, your forehead ribbon might do the trick. Come on, take it off."</p><p>Before Lan WangJi could respond, Wei WuXian quickly reached out and took off his forehead ribbon. With a flick of his wrist, he used the forehead ribbon as a bandage, straightened up Lan WangJi’s leg, and fixed it firmly onto the branch.</p><p>Suddenly robbed of his forehead ribbon, Lan WangJi opened his eyes wide, "You…!"</p><p>With nimble hands, Wei WuXian had already finished tying the knot. Patting his shoulder, he consoled, "What do you mean ‘me’? Let’s not worry about it, given our current situation. No matter how much you like the forehead ribbon, it can’t be more important than your leg, can it?"</p><p>Lan WangJi leaned back, either too tired to sit up or simply angered speechless by his words. Suddenly, Wei WuXian caught a faint, herbal scent. Reaching into his lapel, he fished out a small sachet of perfume.</p><p>The wet sachet hung from its tassels, delicate yet somewhat pitiful. Recalling how MianMian said that it was filled with medicinal plants, he opened it up at once and found that there were indeed herbs, along with a few small flowers, half-dried and quite chopped up. He urged, "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, stop sleeping. Sit up for one second. There’s a perfume sachet here. See if there are any herbs that we can use."</p><p>Dragging and tugging and refusing to give up, he eventually made Lan WangJi sit up, however exhausted he was. After looking through the herbs, they really did find a few that could stop blood or remove poison.</p><p>Wei WuXian spoke as he picked them out, "I can’t believe that the girl’s perfume sachet ended up so useful. I’ll have to thank her properly when we go back."</p><p>Lan WangJi responded coldly, "Are you sure you do not mean to harass her properly?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "What are you talking about? It doesn’t count as harassing if I’m the one doing it. It only counts if the one doing it looks as greasy as Wen Chao. Go on, strip."</p><p>Lan WangJi frowned slightly, "What?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "What do you think? Strip your clothes!"</p><p>He did exactly what he said. Hands grabbing each of Lan WangJi’s lapels, he peeled them to the side, revealing a chest and shoulders the color of snow.</p><p>Lan WangJi had suddenly been pushed onto the ground, shirt forcibly stripped. His face was almost green, "Wei Ying! What do you want to do?!"</p><p>Wei WuXian took off all of his clothes and tore them to shreds, "What do I want to do? Right now, we two are the only ones here. I’m already making it so obvious—what do you think I want to do?"</p><p>As he finished, he stood up and drew away his belt sash. As though reciprocating out of courtesy, he revealed his own chest as well.</p><p>With deep-set collarbones, the lines of his torso flowed smoothly. Although it almost flaunted its adolescence, it was full of youthful energy and strength.</p><p>Watching his movements, Lan WangJi’s complexion switched between pale, dark, and flustered. His blood seemed to boil to the point of having to burst out from between his lips. Wei WuXian smiled and walked one step closer. Right in front of Lan WangJi’s face, he took off his own drenched coat. He raised it up with one hand before releasing his grip, letting it fall to the ground.</p><p>Wei WuXian shrugged, palms facing out, "Now that the shirts are gone, it’s time for the trousers."</p><p>Lan WangJi wanted to get up, but his leg was injured. Due to the fight that they had gone through and the fury within him, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn’t do it. His entire body felt worn out. With an intense rage, he really did cough up a mouthful of blood.</p><p>Seeing this, Wei WuXian immediately squatted down and tapped a few of the acupoints on his chest, "Alright, the bad blood is out. No need to thank me!"</p><p>After the mouthful of blackish blood had been spat out, Lan WangJi immediately felt the pain and irritation within his chest lift away. Looking back on what Wei WuXian did, he finally realized.</p><p>As they climbed up Dusk-creek Mountain, Wei WuXian found that Lan WangJi looked worse than usual. It must’ve been that an energy of gloom had collected within his chest, so he purposely tried to scare and provoke him, so that he could let out the blood that he had been holding in.</p><p>Although he knew that it was out of good will, Lan WangJi still seemed a bit annoyed, "… Can you not make this kind of joke again?!"</p><p>Wei WuXian protested, "It’s very unhealthy for blood like this to be held in. It gets out with just a scare, though. Don’t worry—I don’t like men, I won’t take advantage of the opportunity and do anything to you."</p><p>Lan WangJi, "Ridiculous!"</p><p>Wei WuXian found out long ago that Lan WangJi’s temper was especially bad today. He didn’t protest any further and waved his hand, "Okay, okay. Ridiculous it is. I’m ridiculous. I’m the most ridiculous there is."</p><p>As he spoke, the cold, underground air climbed up his spine, causing him to shudder. He immediately stood up, gathered a pile of dead leaves and branches, and drew the fire talisman on his palm again.</p><p>The leaves and branches crunched into flames, letting off a few sparks once in a while. Wei WuXian ground up the herbs that he had picked out. Ripping the trouser leg open, he sprinkled them evenly over the three hideous holes that had just barely ceased to bleed.</p><p>Suddenly, Lan WangJi raised his arm and stopped him. Wei WuXian asked, "What’s wrong?"</p><p>Without speaking a word, Lan </p><p>Wei WuXian’s entire body trembled as he exclaimed, "Ah!"</p><p>He had forgotten that there was a fresh wound on himself as well, created by the iron. It was also still bleeding and had also been soaked in water.</p><p>Lan WangJi took his hand away. Wei WuXian hissed a few times, then peeled away, bit by bit, the herbs that had been pressed onto his chest, tossing them onto Lan WangJi’s leg again, "Don’t mind me. I get hurt a lot, and I play in Lotus Lake as usual even when I’m hurt. I got used to it a long time ago. How many herbs can there be inside a small perfume sachet? There isn’t enough to begin with. I think that those three holes of yours need them more… Ah!"</p><p>Lan WangJi’s face was dark. A moment later, he replied, "If you know that it hurts, do not be so rash next time."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "It’s not like I had any other choice, right? Do you think I enjoy being burned? Who would’ve known that Wang LingJiao is so heartless. She almost pressed the iron into the eye. MianMian is a girl, and quite a pretty girl, at that. If she was blind in an eye or such a thing gets onto her face, it wouldn’t be able to come off for the rest of her life. How bad would that be?"</p><p>Lan WangJi spoke in a thin voice, "The thing on your body right now will not be able to come off for the rest of your life either."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "That’s different. It’s not on the face. And I’m a man—what am I scared of? In a man’s life, how can he not get a few wounds and earn a few scars?"</p><p>His upper body bare, he was squatting on the ground as he picked up a branch and poked at the flames for it to burn brighter, "And, if you think from another perspective, even though this won’t be able to come off, it represents the fact that I protected a maiden. And the maiden will definitely remember me after this. She won’t be able to forget me for the rest of her life. Now that I think about it, it’s actually quite…"</p><p>Suddenly, Lan WangJi shoved him hard, raging, "So you also know that she will not be able to forget you for the rest of her life!!!"</p><p>Collapsed on the ground, he broke into a cold sweat from the pain, moaning with his neck stretched forward, "… Lan Zhan, you… Have I done something to you?! … This would be enough revenge to pay for killing your father!"</p><p>Hearing this, Lan WangJi clenched his fists.</p><p>A moment later, he relaxed, seeming as if he wanted to help Wei WuXian up. However, Wei WuXian sat up on his own and shrunk backward a couple of times, "Fine, fine! I know you don’t like me. Then I’ll sit farther away. Don’t come here! Don’t push me again. It’s so painful."</p><p>The wound was on his left side, so it began to hurt whenever he raised his left arm. Wei WuXian shrunk to the side. Picking up the white clothes that had been torn into strips, he tossed them toward Lan WangJi using his right hand, "You can bind it yourself. I’m not gonna go over."</p><p>Then, he moved the clothes that he had taken off to the fire for them to dry up.</p><p>A while had passed, and neither had spoken. Wei WuXian began again, "Lan Zhan, you really are so strange today. You’re so rude. And you aren’t talking like yourself either."</p><p>Lan WangJi, "If you do not have those intentions, then do not flirt with others. You are doing as you please, yet others will be in turmoil."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "It’s not like you’re the one whom I’m flirting with, so it wouldn’t be you who’s in turmoil either, unless…"</p><p>Lan WangJi asked harshly, "Unless what?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Unless, Lan Zhan, you like MianMian!"</p><p>A moment later, Lan WangJi replied in a cold voice, "Please do not speak nonsense."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Alright, then, I’ll speak <em>one-sense</em>."</p><p>Lan WangJi, "Is it amusing, trifling with empty words?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "It’s very amusing. But, believe me, my words are as much a trifle as my moves are, which means not at all."</p><p>"…" Lan WangJi muttered to himself, "Why am I sitting here having such a useless conversation with you?"</p><p>Somehow, Wei WuXian had moved beside him again and sat down, speaking without a care for the consequences, "Because there’s no other choice. We’re the only two unfortunate souls left here, aren’t we? If you don’t have useless conversations with me, then who will you have them with?"</p><p>Lan WangJi glanced at him, who seemed to forget <strong>all past pain as soon as the wounds had healed</strong>. Just as Wei WuXian was about to give him a large grin, he suddenly saw Lan WangJi lower his head.</p><p>Wei WuXian wailed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh stop!!! Stop stop stop!!!!!!"</p><p>Lan WangJi was buried into the crescent of his elbow, biting firmly into his arm. Hearing Wei WuXian, not only did he not stop, his teeth sunk deeper inside.</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Are you gonna stop?!?! I’ll kick you if you don’t! Don’t think that I won’t kick you just because you’re injured!!!!!!"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Stop biting! Stop biting! I’ll go away! I’ll go away!!! I’ll go away, I’ll go away if you stop, I’ll go away!!!!!!"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Lan Zhan you’re mad today!!!!!! You’re a dog!!! You’re a dog!!!!!!!! Stop biting!!!!"</p><p>When Lan WangJi had finally finished his fit and felt satisfied, Wei WuXian sprang up and scrambled to the other side of the cave, "Don’t come over!"</p><p>Lan WangJi straightened his back slowly. Fixing his hair and his clothes, he spoke nothing, eyes looking down calmly. It was as if the certain someone who shoved and shouted and sunk his teeth into other people’s flesh had nothing to do with him. Wei WuXian glanced at the bite marks on his arm and squatted down, still shaken. Curled up in the corner, he continued to poke at the flames, not at all comprehending the situation, <em>How could Lan Zhan do this? Even though he saved me, you can say that I saved him as well, didn’t I? It’s not that I want him to thank me or anything, but why is it that we still can’t be friends, even after so much has happened? Don’t tell me that… that I’m really as annoying as Jiang Cheng makes it to be?!</em></p><p>Just as he was doubting himself, Lan WangJi spoke up, "Thanks."</p><p>Wei WuXian thought that he heard wrong. He looked at Lan WangJi, who was also looking at him. In all seriousness, he repeated himself, "Thanks."</p><p>Seeing how he lowered his head slightly, Wei WuXian was scared that he might worship him by kneeling. He quickly darted to the side, "There’s no need, there’s no need. There’s a problem with me that I’m unable to stand it when others thank me, especially when people like you thank me so seriously. It’s so creepy that I’m even getting goosebumps. Kneeling worship, of course, is even more so unnecessary."</p><p>Lan WangJi replied with indifference, "You are thinking too much. Even if I wanted to worship you, I would not be able to move."</p><p>It seemed that he was finally back to normal, and he even thanked Wei WuXian two times. Wei WuXian was so delighted that he couldn’t help but want to move over again. He was the type of person who loved to be shoulder-to-shoulder with others, but the slight pain from the bite marks on his arm reminded him that Lan Zhan had just thrown a fit a moment ago, and maybe he’d be at it again just a moment later.</p><p>He gained control over himself at once and stared at the black ceiling of the cave, speaking in a straight voice, "Now that Jiang Cheng and the others escaped, it’d take them one or two days to go down the mountain. After they get down, they’d definitely return to wherever they live instead of reporting to the Wen Sect. But since their swords were taken, I don’t know how long it’d take for them to find help. I’d say that we’ll probably have to stay here underground for quite a while. We’d need to search for ways to solve a few issues."</p><p>After a pause, he continued, "The good thing is that the monster stays in the pool and doesn’t chase after us. But the bad thing is also that it doesn’t come out. With it guarding the hole under the pool, we won’t be able to get out either."</p><p>Lan WangJi, "It is perhaps not a monster. What does it look like, to you?"</p><p>Wei WuXian, "A tortoise!"</p><p>Lan WangJi, "There is one divine creature that takes on such a form."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "The divine beast <strong>Xuanwu</strong>?"</p><p>The Xuanwu, also called the Nether Xuanwu, was a combination of turtle and snake. It was a water deity that dwelled in the North Sea. Since the Nether was also in the North, the creature was known as the God of the Northern Sky.</p><p>Lan WangJi nodded. Wei WuXian flashed his teeth, "How can a divine beast look like thiiis? It’s got a mouthful of fangs and eats human flesh. It seems a bit too different from the legends."</p><p>Lan WangJi, "Of course it is not a the proper Divine Xuanwu. Rather, it is a semi-completed result of failing to rise to divinity and being transformed into a yao. In other words, it is a deformed Divine Xuanwu."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "Deformed?"</p><p>Lan WangJi, "I have read of it in an ancient text. Four hundred years ago, a ‘fake Xuanwu’ appeared and rampaged amid Qishan. It was large in size and consumed live humans. One cultivator named it the ‘Xuanwu of Slaughter’."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "The creature that Wen Chao led us to hunt is a four-hundred-years-old beast—the Xuanwu of Slaughter?"</p><p>Lan WangJi, "Its size appears larger than what is recorded in the text, but it should be the one."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "It’s been four hundred years already, so of course it has grown. Hadn’t the Xuanwu of Slaughter been killed back then?"</p><p>Lan WangJi, "No. A few cultivators had joined alliance and prepared to kill it, but on one winter day that year, there happened to be heavy snowfall, and the weather was unusually cold. Then, the Xuanwu of Slaughter disappeared and was never seen again."</p><p>Wei WuXian, "It was hibernating."</p><h3>Translator’s Notes

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