Wangxian Oneshots

A Beautiful Melody

Description:
Wei Ying was in the Mo Village fighting the demonic arm with the walking corpses when an old friend shows up. He doesn't run away, he can't run away. Does his old friend notice him, or can Wei Ying leave without being revealed?

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A whistle rang throughout the chaotic courtyard of the Mo Village, it was sweet but off tune slightly. The corpses on the floor rose with the notes of the melody, rising to their feet unsteadily before rushing forwards at Madam Mo. The look in their eyes was ferocious, even though no pupils could be seen, and their run was wonky and off-balance.

Sizhui and Jingyi finally stopped their seemingly endless battle, catching their breaths while watching the scene unfold. Neither had witnessed something like this before, eyes growing curious, even though they knew this was cultivation of the dark arts. Sizhui watched as the corpses fight with each other, an intrigued glint within his eyes. He had heard stories of these types of happenings, already feeling somehow connected with it, but seeing it in person, was something completely different.

The corpses moved agilely around each other, some dodging attacks, some doing the attacking. The scene was a rare occurrence, it was actually never seen, not after the founder of diabolism had been killed. Wei Ying had been the last famously known cultivator to use the dead, after bringing them back to life, to his advantage. A rare few thought it was sad, a good cultivation technique gone to waste, but most thought that it was a fantastic thing, no more harm could be done to the major clans.

The two Lan disciples still had failed to notice the whistling, captivated by the once in a lifetime event, unfolding in front of their very eyes. How the corpses were so skilled, yet when they were alive, they were relatively normal individuals with low to no cultivation. It was strange to see someone regular change within mere minutes.

Wei Ying stood behind a pillar, eyes a blood red colour, his brain focusing on the getting the melody just right. It was a special song to him, he wanted to do it justice, but it was proving to be difficult without his dizi (flute). He could feel the resentment start to creep within his veins, just like it did in his past life. He had to keep going though, if he didn't, these two young disciples would surely be overpowered by a single fierce arm.

The flare that the juniors had was set off long ago, yet there was still no one that had came. Wei Ying knew he couldn't go on for too much longer, his brain hurting and his breath running short. The juniors had finally come back to their senses, noticing the high pitched song coming from somewhere within the premises. They both looked around but found no source, they also realised that Mo Xuanyu had disappeared too.

"Sizhui, where did Mo Xuanyu go?" Jingyi asked with a quiet voice, too scared that the corpses will hear and turn on them.

"I'm not sure..." Sizhui trailed off as he continued to look around the courtyard. That's when he spotted a painted white top half of a face peeking around a pillar not too far away from them, a scared look in his eyes. This is when Sizhui came to the conclusion that it couldn't possibly be the insane man, he looked too frightened to be the one controlling everything.

Just as Sizhui was about to ask Jingyi if he heard the whistling too, a strum of the guqin sounded loudly within Mo Village. Everyone stopped their actions, including the corpses, their attention on ethereal man stood on the roof of one of the buildings.

The man had a guqin witching his arms, playing it harshly, yet softly, trying to control the situation. His white robes, sewn with light blue clouds, were glowing in the moonlight, him looking angelic. His eyes were shining golden, looking like the sun, a frown formed on his handsome face.