WangXian: Reunited ✔

Chapter 25: The Siege Of Burial Mounds

The second siege of Burial Mounds, had officially begun.

Wei Ying felt his temper rising as he clenched his jaw. His fists hung loosely at his sides, but his face was a mask of tension. 

Chants filled the air as a sea of people rallied against him. Reds and greys mixed with with blues and purples in agonizing harmony. Wei Ying scoffed. Hypocrites, the lot of them. The same people that used to praise and grovel at his feet, were now jumping and down at the opportunity to belittle him. The so called "leaders," that would snicker and scorn the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, were now the ones currying for favor. 

How frivolous. The cultivational world was filled with nothing more than selfish scumbags, each cantering for approval. 

Wei Ying snickered. That wasn't even the worst of it. The worst part was that they liked to pretend they were all righteous heroes, here to exorcise evil. When in reality- it was for nothing more than to soothe their own guilty conscience. The world was a harsh and bitter place. There was no real black or white, no real good or evil. There were only the strong and the weak. If you were strong, you were respected- praised for the mask you showed others. 

Wei Ying laughed bitterly. Just look at Jin Guangyao. The man had done unspeakable evil, yet here he was- still one of the most important figures in the cultivational world. Look at Jin Guangshan. He might've been a whoring scumbag, but he was powerful. Though his leching ways never went unnoticed, no one would've dared call him such in front of his face. And though both father and son were quite formidable in their own right, it was the backing of their sect- that made them so influential. 

Back in the day, no one dared upset the Qishan Wen Sect. Because they knew, they could never afford the consequences. They knew that Wen Ruohan was too strong, the Qishan Wen Sect to mighty. They knew that- so they kept themselves in check. But it was different when you were alone. When you were by yourself, with no sect to protect you- that's when the wolves pounced. On the surface, smiles and pleasantries were exchanged, and flattering words were spoken in awe. But as soon as you turned your back, the gossip would begin. Those scheming vultures would wait patiently in the shadows, greedily reaching for that perfect opportunity to strike. 

And strike they did. 

Wei Ying arched a brow at the accusations that hurtled past him. The whispers and indignant shouts. Some of them had every right to be mad, every right to seek their revenge. Some of them were like Jin Ling, their parents killed by the Yiling Patriarch. Others were simply there for glory, and the heroic tales that they could later spin for themselves. 

Wei Ying frowned. They were missing someone. Someone very, very important. "Where is Lian- Fang Zun?" he asked, the frown on his face deepening. He sighed. Of course Jin Guangyao wouldn't show up. This was his scheme after all. 

"His Excellency suffered heavy injuries, and is currently being tended to. He's sent his head disciple in his stead," a grave voice answered. 

Wei Ying made a face. The young man who answered had a stern face, and was wearing blue and white robes. He was confused for a moment. Judging from the color of his clothes, he was a disciple of the Gusu Lan Sect. Yet the way Lan Qiren looked at him with scornful eyes- made him think otherwise. He scratched his head, "Who the hell are you? And why are you wearing Gusu robes?" 

"You-" the man's eyes flashed with fury, "How dare you!" 

"This is our Sect Leader," a cold voice interrupted. 

Wei Ying's brows furrowed. "Isn't there only one Gusu Lan Sect?"

"Why you-" 

"Our Sect Leader is the Sect Leader of the Moling Su Sect."