Loyal, Brave & True

Chapter 20

[A/N] - Hello there! I am back! I am officially done with my studies, now a proud graduate and do you know what that means? A month or more of freedom! Therefore, I will update this and almost all my stories more frequently now that I can. For now, enjoy 2 new chapters and a sneak peek of the Time Skip.

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Almost 1 week passed since Zhouan visited the exiled cultivator up in the Burial Mountains. Almost 1 week of peace until the gods above decided it was enough for them. In a fast twisted turn of events, Zixun had tried to confront Wuxian, only to lose his life to the Ghost General.

This was the last drop, and the glass spilt its content for good. The anger for Wuxian grew but somehow, a deal was offered. If the two Wen Siblings and the rest of the Wen members surrendered themselves, Wuxian's name would be cleaned and he would be allowed to return; let alone see his nephew.

And so, out of their good heart, the Wen Members surrendered themselves in hopes of protecting the misunderstood cultivator who gave them freedom and a second chance in life.

Little did they know of the fate that awaited them. Now...

Their bodies hang from ropes across both the Nie Sect and the Endless City. Dead butchered corpses for everyone to see, the good work of Clan Leader Nie.

Zhouan was sick of the image and barbaric nature of the man. She had not failed to find him and give him a piece of her mind only to faint mid-way from the stress. Thankfully, Xichen was there to save her and catch her.

However, her pregnancy was forced to be revealed to explain her 'unusual' behaviour; her name never truly clear from her soft spot for Wuxian.

Now, calmer but still with mixed emotions for her fellow cultivators, she stood in line. In the Nightless city, everyone had gathered to give Zixun a burial of honour, for he died a hero.

The female cultivator held back a scoff, not wanting to cause another incident. She stood at the very front of the Lan cultivator, being the wife of the Clan Leader. In the known white robs, their clan stood out against the darkest colours of the other clans around them.

All in perfect lines, their eyes on the stairs that led to the demon palace. It seemed only yesterday when the Lei heir was standing in the same place for the indoctrination by the Wens.

It did not feel much different, simply the tyrants were changed for Jin instead of Wen. One hand went to her stomach, feeling the life that had been growing inside of her. She wished the world the baby would be brought into was better than it was currently, but she knew that might not be possible.

The time had finally come, and she watched as Yao brought liquor cups and walked towards the Clan Leaders, all standing in a line closer to the base of the chairs. When everyone had one, including Yao and Clan Leader Jin; the latter decided to start his speech.

"Whoever they are. Whichever name they bear. This cup of liquor represents my respect to our past heroes" All the clan leaders lifted their cup as the clan leader Jin turned to face the burial tomb and the table with the essence. "Your spirits are everlasting; may you rest in peace."

"Your spirits are everlasting; may you rest in peace." Everyone repeated and they spilt the liquor in front of them in a straight line. Then, with a fast move, they tossed the cups to the ground and let them smash into many pieces.

Once done. Clan Leader Jin climbed some of the stairs to be higher on a plane than the rest of the cultivators. Yao was by his side, holding a box decorated with jewels and art. Zhouan had a good idea of what kind of box that was.