•𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖸𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀•

四 / Fᴏᴜʀ [✔️]

(Sorry about the (edit: really really really) slow updates-)
(TwT)
(Remember, Mo Dao Zu Shi doesn't belong to me. Only Wei Meiyue and Lan Wangqing does.)
(Here's a short chapter for you guys. U^U)

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Wei Wuxian quickly snuck a look at his arm and gasped slightly when he noticed his arm was completely healed. Once Wei Meiyue noticed it too, her eyes widened in shock. When she checked her arm, it was the same result. The last was the deepest and most hate-filled one, and it was obvious that Mo Xuanyu hated Madam Mo the most.

"Wait..." Wei Meiyue said slowly. "Does that mean Madam Mo... had already died?! Then that means the thing is now..."

Turning to the other three cultivators, the Wei siblings walked a little closer to hear what they were talking about.

"Left arm! The servant lost his left arm, too!" Lan Jingyi cried out in shock.

"Wait..." Lan Sizhui muttered. "Just now he used his left arm to attack..." But he was cut off when Madam Mo stood up from her position, the arm that was now occupying her left arm was emitting a strange blue and black smoke.

"Hmm, knew it." Wei Meiyue hummed as the three Lan disciples stood up. "Left arm! It was the left arm!" Lan Wangqing exclaimed.

"Let's go!" Lan Sizhui said as all three of them darted forward. The three of them piled onto Madam Mo and held her down as best as they could. But unfortunately, they weren't strong enough, and the devilish arm broke free and started lashing out, twisting with a horrible sound. Finally, it turned in the air and aimed for Lan Sizhui.

"Sizhui!" Lan Jingyi yelled in alarm. Wei Wuxian came up behind him and kicked him in the back, sending him sprawling towards Lan Sizhui. The hand hit the back of his robes and a flash of golden light formed strips of rune in the air. The corpse drew back and roared in pain, as the demonic hand was now up in blue-colored flames.

Lan Jingyi quickly took off his outer uniform and turned to yell, "Why did you kick me, you lunatic?! I could've died!"

"It wasn't me!" Wei Wuxian shouted, quickly scuttling away.

Since Wei Wuxian and Wei Meiyue knew the Lan Clan's uniform was stitched with incantations for protection, they figured a little push for Jingyi wouldn't be too bad.

As Wei Meiyue sighed in relief, Lan Wangqing placed a hand on Jingyi's shoulder. "Just cool it, Jingyi. Sizhui is alive and that's all that matters."

"So the spell on the clothes does work!" Sizhui said. "Let's go, now!"

"Right!" Jingyi said as Sizhui leaped into the air.

As the other two Lan disciples ran on the ground, Sizhui ran along the roof until he reached the perfect spot. There, he spun around and took off his outer uniform, throwing it into the air. When the uniform was right above the moving corpse of Madame Mo, it burst with golden light and blue flames as the runes on the uniform unraveled into a golden circle. The flames spiraled downward and binded the corpse in place.

"Quick, into formation!" Wangqing called to Jingyi. "We just need to hold off until a senior gets here!"

Then, the two disciples unsheathed their swords and brushed their fingers across the blade. Immediately, a ribbon-like blue flame wound around the blade, and they stabbed the blades into the ground. A pale blue circle grew around them until it surrounded the corpse and the arm completely. Dark blue flames coiled around the corpse and arm, subduing it.