Wen Ning's head was slightly lowered and his arms hung down, as if he was a marionette waiting for the orders of his master. His face was pale and delicate, and could be considered handsome in a melancholy sort of way. However, there were no pupils in his eyes, but were fully black, along with a number of black, cracking lines which climbed up his face from his neck. The lower hem and sleeves of his robe were ragged and torn, showing a pair of wrists that were the same ashen shade as his face, with black cuffs and chains on both his wrists and ankles. The tinkling sound was produced when he dragged the iron chains on the ground.
The storm in Wei Wuxian's chest had already crashed over the top of his head. It wasn't that Wen Ning shouldn't be here, but that Wen Ning shouldn't be in this world at all. He was turned into ashes even before the siege at Luanzang Hill. Hearing the others call Wen Ning's name, Jin Ling's blade, which originally pointed at the direction of the soul-consuming goddess, couldn't help but to turn toward another direction. Seeing that he was distracted, the soul-consuming goddess gladly extended her arm and picked him up.
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"A'Ling!" Yanli panicked as she saw him in trouble on the screen.
"Shijie, he will be alright," Wei Wuxian reassured her, "I wouldn't let anything happen to him."
Yanli turned to him, "XianXian has always been so thoughtful and considerate of other's safety. How could I forget?"
"Don't ever forget it," Wuxian told her.
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Wei Wuxian raised the wooden flute again, hands slightly shaking. With two notes, Wen Ning started to move. Within the blink of an eye, Wen Ning used the side of his palm and gave a blow. The soul-consuming goddess's neck cracked, her head was twisted around because of the force. Wen Ning gave another blow with his hand, and the soul-consuming goddess's right hand, which was holding Jin Ling, was cleanly cut off.
She bowed her head to look at the wrist which broke off sharply. Instead of turning her head toward the correct direction, her entire body turned around, so that she was facing Wen Ning. Wei Wuxian didn't dare to relax as he took a deep breath and commanded Wen Ning to fight. However, not long had passed, and he became even more shocked.
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"How can you play so badly?" Jiang Cheng asked holding his ears.
"Hey! You try playing on a makeshift flute, and after sixteen years of not playing! If you can play perfectly, I'll kneel before you!" Wuxian told him.
"It was a poorly crafted flute," Lan Xichen said defending Wei Wuxian's case, "he didn't have time to make it perfect but he did what he could in a small amount of time. Your nephew and the other disciples may not be here otherwise."
"Hmph," Jiang Cheng huffed.
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Low-level corpses were unable to think on their own and needed his orders to lead them. Powerful fierce corpses, on the other hand, were usually delirious or unconscious. Yet, Wen Ning could easily be called the strongest fierce corpse in the current world. He was the only one who was capable of thought. Aside from not fearing injuries, fire, the cold, poison, and whatever living humans feared, he was the same as one. However, at that moment, Wen Ning clearly wasn't conscious!
Using both his arms and legs, Wen Ning had secured the soul-consuming goddess on the ground. He picked up a rock which lay on the side, taller than the height of humans, and lifted it above the soul-consuming goddess. He started to slam it onto her with great force. Each strike sounded as loud as thunder, continuing until the stone body of the soul-consuming goddess was in pieces! Soon, the blades which were aimed at the soul-consuming goddess all turned around and were now aiming at Wen Ning.
One cultivator shouted at the top of his lungs, "Close in on him!"
Another cultivator shouted, "Fellow cultivators, we have to block him so that he doesn't escape. This is Wen Ning we're facing!"
Wen Ning waved his arm, and the black iron chains swept past heavily, hitting the swords. He then took a stride forward and gripped the neck of the person closest to him. With a light pull, he was lifted off the ground. Seeing the situation, Wei WuXian knew that the flute notes were too hurried and abrupt, causing him to develop a killing intent.
To stifle it, Wei WuXian calmed his feelings and assuredly played another melody. The melody had drifted over his mind naturally. It was relaxed and tranquil, contrasting with the bizarre and ear-piercing one from before. Hearing the sound, Wen Ning froze, and slowly turned toward the direction of which the melody came from. Wei WuXian stood in the same spot, staring into his pupil-less eyes.
After a moment, Wen Ning released his hand, throwing the cultivator on the ground. He let down his arms and walked toward Wei WuXian at a slow pace. His head was lowered and he dragged a large amount of iron chains, even seeming as if he looked dejected. Wei WuXian retreated while playing the flute, guiding him to follow. Walking like this for a short distance, they moved into the forest, when suddenly, Wei WuXian caught the chilly scent of sandalwood.
Immediately after, his back bumped into someone. With an abrupt pain on his wrist, the flute melody had stopped. Wei WuXian thought, oh no, and turned around to look. His sight collided with Lan WangJi's eyes. They were light-coloured to the point of appearing to be physically cold.
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"And there he is," Wei Ying said, "piercing my soul with that gaze of his."
"You scared?" Lan Zhan asked in a tease.
"I'm never scared of my Hanguang Jun," Wei Ying flirted back.
Baoshan rolled her eyes, "why don't we stop here for today, everyone must be hungry and tired. I have places for everyone to rest. We will continue tomorrow," she said and with a snap of her fingers, everyone was in their own rooms.
Wei Ying noticed the privacy talismans all over the walls of their room, a lock talisman on the door, and dinner splayed out on the table, "seems Baoshan has been very considerate of our privacy...and our everyday means everyday...that you have been absent for," Wei Ying said with a smirk.
"Oh, I'm sure I can make it up to you tonight," Lan Zhan said and nibbled on his ear.
"Mmm," Wei Ying moaned, "we should eat first, I'm hungry in two different ways. For food and for you," Lan Zhan laughed and lead him to the table.
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FanficWei Ying has died once. Twice if you count the day he was dropped into the burial mounds. He was someone who fought for what was right, but was wronged for it and his life was the cost. Now, a few years after everything had ended, With Jin Guangyao...
