WangXian: Reunited ✔

Chapter 6: The Mysterious Hand

"What was love to a man that never felt?"

Wei Ying rushed out to the Jingshi, heart racing as he argued silently with himself.

 'oh no, oh no, that fuddy duddy... Ughh, Lan Zhan, why are you such an idiot?'

'Why do you care Wei Ying? If he gets killed by that hand, it's his own fault. Serves him right. Who told him to play the hero huh?' 

'B-but if he dies...'

'Ah who cares if he dies. That fuddy duddy betrayed you. Fuck him Wei Ying.'

'I do want to fuck him...'

'IT WASN'T LITERAL!'

'Oh.'

'Whatever. It doesn't matter anyways. It's not like you still love him right?'

'O-Of c-course not!'

'Exactly. So why are you trying to save him? He's going to die sooner or later. Might as well give him an early head start.'

'I-I- I just don't want that stupid Lan Sect to get on my ass.'

'Our asses. It's my ass too remember?'

'Oh fuck off, you're literally just a figment of my imagination.'

'So?! I'm here trying to persuade you out of doing dumb shit that you're going to regret later on! Look at you, running around like a demented little rabbit that's being deprived of its carrots. All of this just for that fuddy duddy?' 

'Shut up. I'm not doing this for him.'

'I hope not. You know what happened the last time you trusted him.' 

Wei Ying sobered at the reminder before stopping in front of the Mingshi's doors. "What happened?" he asked Lan Jingyi who was cradling of the disciples that was bleeding from his qiqiao. What was his name again? Si Hui? Si Zui? 

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT HAPPENED? CAN'T YOU SEE," Jingyi sobbed clutching onto Si Zui's robes, "SI ZHUI IS INJURED AND HAN-GUANG JUN JUST WENT INSIDE WITH THAT HAND! OH GOD, THE HAND'S RESENTMENT IS SO STRONG! HAN- GUANG JUN IS GOING TO DIE! WE'RE DOOMED! AND SECT LEADER LAN JUST LEFT FOR THE JINLING TOWER! OH WE'RE DEAD. WE'RE SO DEAD. BY THE TIME THE HAND FINISHES WITH US, THERE WON'T EVEN BE A CORPSE TO COLLECT! WE'LL JUST BE A PILE OF BONES. OH MY GODDD," the junior hyperventilated. 

Wei Ying was taken aback. This Lan Jingyi was even more of a drama queen that him! 

"AHHH I'M STILL SO YOUNG THOUGH! I DON'T WANNA DIE YET! THERE'S STILL SO MUCH OF THE WORLD I HAVEN'T SEEN! WAHHH" 

Wei Ying sighed at the theatrical performance and turned towards the black, foreboding doors of the Mingshi, "OPEN," he hollered before kicking the set of doors open. 

"WHAT THE- WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! HOW DID YOU GET THE MINGSHI'S DOORS OPEN? WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU CRA-" 

Wei Ying paid no mind to Lan Jingyi's shouts and swept inside before closing the doors with a loud bang. 

"You..." a shocked voice murmured. A slight pause before the voice added "Why didn't you listen?" in a rather vexed tone. 

"You don't tell me what to do," Wei Ying pouted, sticking his tongue out at Lan Zhan. He was rather offended by the underlying anger in Lan Zhan's voice. I'm here to save your ass you dimwit. How dare you get MAD at me for it! 

He grabbed the flute he had hastily made back at the Dafan Mountain and raised it to his lips. No more fooling around, his expression said. 

Lan Zhan's eyebrows twitched slightly but he seemed to have understood the message. Placing his fingers delicately on Wangji, he looked at Wei Ying before giving a slight tilt of his head. 

Wei Ying nodded and blew a puff of air into the flute. The resounding note was shrill and piercing. It was so blatantly out of tune that even Lan Zhan cringed vaguely at the sound. 

"Huh? What..." old master Lan muttered, as he was held up by one of the senior disciples after collapsing in the corner. His head was spinning from the noise and his blurry eyes frantically scanned the room, trying to find the source of his headache. "Stop, stop that!" he barked seeing the silhouette of  Wei Ying's figure. "Nooo," he complained when Wei Ying didn't stop- but in fact played yet another ear splitting cord. He weakly raised his hand, trying to wrestle the flute out of Wei Ying's hands before passing out again. 

Wei Ying looked at the old man in shock. Did he really play so badly that THE Lan Qiren- one of the most courteous and well mannered people in the cultivational world, felt the urge to wake up from his coma- only to scold him? He scoffed. Lets see him try and play with such a poorly made flute. If Lan Qiren could somehow make soft and dulcet notes- with a flute of such low quality? Then Wei Ying was fine giving him a few kowtows. 

He looked over at the hand. It had finally settled down under the combined efforts of the guqin and flute. He whistled in awe. Wei Ying had never seen a hand that harbored this much resentment. Whoever the left hand belonged to must've been a very powerful cultivator. 

"HAN-GUANG JUN!" a high pitched voice suddenly called, "THANK GOD HAN-GUANG JUN! WE'RE FINALLY SAVED," Jingyi shrieked, excitement and relief evident in his tone. The idiot had genuinely thought they were done for. 

Wei Ying smirked, was this how Jiang Cheng saw him? As a crazy, demented, overly dramatic teenager? 

"WHY ARE YOU SMILING? HAN-GUANG JUN LOOK AT THAT MADMAN! HE'S LAUGHING!" 

"Mn," Lan Zhan replied, somewhat of a twinkle in his eye. 

"Han-Guang Jun," a weak voice piped up. It was the one that bled from his qiqiao. Si Zhui right? "Han-Guang Jun, do you plan on tracking the other parts of the body?" 

"Mn." 

"Oh... when will you depart?" a curious Si Zhui asked. 

"Tonight," Lan Zhan declared, shooting a look at Wei Ying that breached no arguments. 

"Why are you looking at me?" Wei Ying snorted. "It's not like I'm coming with you." 

"Yes you are," Lan Zhan deadpanned. 

Wei Ying's eyes bulged. "I- what?" 

"You're. Coming. With. Me."