The Yiling Patriarch's Self Saving System

Chapter three

Post-skinner incident & the arrival of Liu Qingge *cue round of applause*

ALSO there is a dark!LWJ tag for a reason but tbh he's not that dark... just maybe a bit obsessive and possessive, and maybe also threatens to kill people if they touch WWX... not very dark, no?

yk I haven't really decided what to do with LQG yet. I might just keep him the same simp like he is in canon tbh but only time can tell... I want him and LBH(LWJ) to be like JC and LWJ in canon where they are enemies for legit no reason. That'd be pretty funny tbh...

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Lan Wangji's hands shook from where he sat; he hadn't even noticed when the immortal binding cables slipped off him. Because that was their song. A secret they'd once shared within damp walls, seated beside a fire.

And the man standing right there—Shen Qingqiu—was Wei Ying.

Wei Ying, Wei Ying, his mind chanted over and over, his eyes blown wide as if trying to comprehend what he was seeing. Because Wei Ying was dead. But he was also here, with Lan Wangji.

At the same time, a burst of power and determination suddenly flowed through him. He felt like he could conquer the whole world.

Ding!

【Host, all jokes aside, please save conquering the three realms for the future.】

'Wei Ying!'

Lan Wangji surged forward and grabbed onto Wei Ying's wrist. His Wei Ying startled, obviously confused as to how he'd escaped the immortal binding cables, before trying to tug his wrist back in order to continue playing.

Lan Wangji, for all he was, felt mildly flattered by the gesture. Wei Ying wanted to continue to play their song..

And suddenly—as he'd turned back to take notice of the situation—the skinner's body was sent toppling over as her head was sliced right off her neck. The corpse fell to the floor, revealing the proud stature of Ming Fan, who was standing right behind her; his sword unsheathed and stained with blood.

Ming Fan saluted, "This disciple was late, apologies to shizun!"

The group of disciples behind him echoed, "This disciple was late, apologies to shizun!"

Wei Ying looked startled for a moment before letting his lips curl up into a fine smile, "You silly children. This Shizun was doing perfectly fine."

And at that moment, everyone froze.

The silence lasted for a while, not even coming to a close as Wei Wuxian tore his hand from Lan Wangji's grip.

"...did he just smile?!"

"Holy shit, he did!"

"Di, don't swear! Ning Shijie and Shizun are right there!"

"This is something worth celebrating!"

"He even called us "silly children"!! Shizun would never say that!"

"Do you think he's finally noticed our efforts?!"

"Aiyo, I think I need a drink today! Tabs on me!"

"Ah, Ah, let me join, brother!"

"And me! I haven't had a good drink in a while!"

"You guys know that shizun is right there, right?"

"Eh? Nah, he's too busy fussing over—wait, is that Luo Binghe?"