Who You Are

Chapter 128 - So, It is You!

His mother's shidi was calling him a senior. The generations really didn't match up.

Just as Wei Wuxian was chuckling in secret, Xiao XingChen took out a Spirit-Trapping Pouch and put it onto the table, "Please."

Wei Wuxian put his hand over the the pouch and felt it for a while, as if he was feeling someone's pulse, "Whose soul is this? It's already in shambles. Even glue won't be able to stick it together. There's only one breath of life left."

Xiao XingChen, "If this person's soul was that easy to stick together, why would I need your help?"

Wei Wuxian took his hand away, "You want me to fix this soul? No offense, but there really isn't much left of it in here. When they were still alive, the person probably suffered from a lot of torture. It should've been rather painful. They probably committed suicide, so they probably don't want to come back to this world. If a soul itself doesn't have any desire to live, then it'll most likely be impossible to save. If I'm not wrong, the soul was probably patched up by force. As soon as it leaves the Spirit-Trapping Pouch, it'll dissipate at any moment. You understand this more than anyone."

...

"This has me thinking a little," Sizhui said, "When A-Die played Inquiry to try to reach Baba, because of how Baba died, was his soul just so broken that it couldn't be reached no matter how much A-Die tried?"

"Based off of the information from what A'Xian just said, it would make since. Though with Inquiry, spirits can choose whether or not they want to answer...though they can't lie, they don't have to speak either," Lan Xichen said.

"For the record, I have no idea where I was for those sixteen years," Wei Wuxian said, "so I couldn't respond even if I wanted to."

"So if you could have, would you have answered me?" Lan Wangji asked.

Wei Wuxian looked into his husband's golden eyes, "I would have," he answered honestly, "I'm sorry that I couldn't."

"It makes me feel a bit more at ease knowing that you would have answered," Lan Wangji said, "so thank you."

"No need to thank me," He said giving him a peck on the cheek.

...

Xiao XingChen, "I don't understand and I don't care. Even if you don't want to, you'll have to do me the favor. Senior, don't forget that your children are still staring at you from outside, waiting for you to help them out of the danger."

The tone that he spoke in sounded quite odd. It was affectionate, almost sweet, but had a vicinity that arose from nowhere. It was as though one moment he could call you brother and senior, and the next he could turn hostile and kill you instead.

Wei Wuxian laughed, "I, too, would rather meet you in person instead of listening to the tales. Xue Yang, why are you pretending to be a cultivator instead of being the delinquent you truly are?"

With a pause, "Xiao XingChen" raised his hand and took off the bandages around his eyes.

The bandages fell layer by layer, revealing a pair of bright, shining eyes.

A pair of unscathed eyes.

He had young, likeable features, almost handsome. However, the canine teeth that appeared when he smiled were cute to a point of childish, stealthily concealing the untamed cruelty within his eyes.

Xue Yang tossed the bandages to the side, "Uh-oh. You found out."

Wei Wuxian, "Purposely pretending that the pain is unbearable so that our consciences won't allow us to take off your bandages and see; purposely showing us some of Shuanghua; purposely blurting out that you're a roaming cultivator by accident. You knew of not only how to make yourself appear injured and defenseless, but moreover how to gain the sympathy of others. You truly brought out a genuine, virtuous Xiao XingChen. If not for how you were aware of more things than you should, I really would've believed that you were him."