Who You Are

Chapter 120 - Corpse Poison

A shadow flashed before Wei Wuxian's eyes. A dark face approached from in front of him. It was dark because, on top of the face, there was a thick layer of black mist!

The mist-faced man reached out for the Qiankun Pouch hung by his side. However, after he had taken it, the Qiankun Pouch suddenly swelled up. The string that had tied it snapped in half, and three enraged spirits shot forward. Forming an entangled mess, they charged toward him!

Wei Wuxian laughed, "Did you want the Qiankun Pouch? Then, your eyesight must be in a bad shape. Why did you take my Spirit-Trapping Pouch instead?"

Ever since they snatched the recently-unearthed torso from the gravedigger's hands in the Yueyang Chang Sect's cemetery and caused him to retreat frustratedly, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had always been on the alert. They predicted that he wouldn't give up and would instead look out for any opportunity to take it back. As they had expected, after they entered Yi City, the gravedigger attacked, intending to take advantage of the thick fog and the chattering crowd. Indeed, his attack worked, but Wei Wuxian had long since swapped the Qiankun Pouch that held the left arm with the Spirit-Trapping Pouch.

With a clang, the opponent jumped backward and unsheathed his sword. Instantly, the spirits' hatred-filled screeches sounded about, as if the attack pushed them toward the verge of dissipating.

Wei Wuxian thought to himself, 'So he really is someone with a high level of cultivation.'

He immediately shouted, "Hanguang Jun, the gravedigger's here!"

...

"Ha! Su she? High level? That's funny," Jiang Cheng said, "he's average at best. He used demonic cultivation to gain more energy...it did not help him. Plus the hundred holes curse was taking more of an effect at that time too."

"What, he was the one who framed A'Xian?" Yanli asked.

"One of them, the other is Jin Guangyao, Meng Yao," Lan Xichen said, "A man named Xue Yang also took part in that."

"Why go after A'Xian?" Yanli asked.

"He was already being targeted for using an unorthodox path. People wanted his amulet. Plus, there was envy for power and respect," Lan Xichen answered.

"He never did anything to them, though," Yanli argued.

"I didn't have to, I was just a scapegoat," Wei Wuxian said, "now, whenever something happens I feel like I'm the first person people are going to point fingers at."

"I'd like to see them try," Lan Wangji said defending him, "they will lose the arm they point at you with."

Wei Wuxian chuckled, "what is with you and cutting off limbs?"

"I don't know, but I would do it for your protection any day," Lan Wangji told him."

Wei Wuxian chuckled again as he shook his head and pecked a kiss on his lips.

...

Without needing the reminder, Lan Wangji knew that something had happened just by listening. He stayed silent. Bichen's swift, fierce sweep served as response.

The current situation was far from optimistic. A black mist covered the gravedigger's sword, making it so that the sword glare didn't come through and allowing it to hide perfectly within the white fog. On the other hand, the sword glare from Lan Wangji's Bichen couldn't be concealed at all. He was out in the open while the enemy was hidden in the dark.

Also, the enemy was not only highly skilled in terms of cultivation, but he was also familiar with the GusuLan Sect's sword moves. And, although both of them were fighting blindly in the fog, he could do whatever he wanted, yet Lan Wangji had to be careful so that he didn't accidentally injure anyone on his own side. Seeing from all of this, Lan Wangji was really at a disadvantage.