"𝐖𝐡𝐲...? 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬..."
Wei Wuxian was known and feared as the Yiling Patriarch, able to command an army of zombies with his ghost flute Chenqing.
And he had his 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 Wei Meiyue by his side.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 for on...
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= Chapter 4 — Encounter =
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 and Mo Yue 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. Lan Wangqing started summoning a talisman but unfortunately, the three of them together weren't strong enough to hold the devilish arm down. The 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 and Lan Wangqing yelled in alarm. Wei Wuxian came up behind Jingyi 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 shrugged off his now flaming outer uniform and turned to yell, "Why did you kick me, you lunatic?! I could've died!"
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!"
