Wangxian Prompt/Self-fill Dump

Like a Phoenix, I rise Pt 5

Lan Zhan follows Wei Ying towards the source of this Yao infestation, golden eyes sharply focused on the forest around them. Bichen clenched tight in his fist as Wei Ying held Suibian and his flute, Chenqing in his hands. Cresting the hill that stood over the grave yard, they both frown at the desiccated graves, the coffins laying broken into and open as the bodies that had been buried in them were strewn about carelessly. Any riches or offerings that had been buried with them were either missing or laid smashed on the ground.

"... I know who did this..." Wei Ying scowls.

"Shopkeeper." Lan Zhan agrees. "Customers innocent and yet suffering."

"Because they are being sold stolen goods that were buried with the dead and the spirits do not realize the people they are getting revenge upon are innocent... Clarity and Inquiry?" Wei Ying asks.

"Mn." Lan Zhan calls Wangji out as Wei Ying, stabs Suibian into the ground and brings Chenqing to his lips.

They begin playing the combined songs, Wei Ying going into a trance as his guardian demon appears and speaks for them. It takes only two cycles of the songs to grabs the full situation and to explain what was going to happen shortly. Wei Ying Plays a shrill, eerie tune on his flute as his ghouls and ghosts appear and as he directs them to right the graves, carefully waking the dead to help move things along. Lan Zhan spins and starts to kill the Yao that show up, following the tantalizing smell of resentment and the call of the music. Lan Zhan is a graceful, but deadly whirlwind of pale azure and white, Bichen flashing as she slices through the Yao, keeping them away from Wei Ying. They are making good time, the grave is nearly back to rights, the only thing they would need to do is buy the needed offerings and jars of wine to honor the departed once more. Maybe remake a few of the grave markers and then deal with that disgusting Shopkeeper. The Yao are starting to thin out, but they are going from small and numerous to few and quite large.

"DAMN IT, WEI WUXIAN QUITE PLAYING THAT GOD AWFUL MUSIC AND BE USEFUL!!!" Shouts Jiang Wanyin, who is cutting down the Fierce Corpses that trying to put the graveyard to rights.

This causes a bit of trouble because Wei Ying has to let go of his control of his Ghouls and play Peace to keep the disturbed from attacking and killing the Jiang Heir, who should not be here! Lan Zhan pulls out Wangji and notices that its taken on it's black form and thus is Fuchou Zhi Zhan. Strumming the darker version of his guqin, he causes the ambient Resentful energy to explode outward, killing off the last of the Yao and sending Jiang Wanyin flying into the trees some distance away, he then plays his own little creation, Resonance, to amplify Wei Ying's Peace. It calms the area, the Ghouls crawling back into their graves as Wei Ying switches back to his earlier tune and gets his Ghouls to finish correcting the graves, leaving the coffins exposed until they can bring back the needed items to lay the disturbed souls back to rest. When they finish, Wei Ying slowly leans on his Demon, who coos and pets his head, crooning softly as it comforts their master.

"Damn it!!" Shouts out Jiang Wanyin once more and the Demon reluctantly passes their master to Lan Zhan's waiting arms and vanishes into crow form and flying off to let the others it is safe to break the barrier now, if it didn't fade on its own when their master passed out. "What... where the hell did all those Fierce Corpses go!?"

"Laid to rest... Shouting is forbidden." Lan Zhan states, carefully picking up Wei Ying, who sighs contently in his hold, nuzzling closer and the Omega purrs softly. "Rest, Wei Ying... did very good."

"Mmm, a'Zhan..." He sleepily murmurs, dozing safely in the Alpha's arms knowing he is safe and that nothing will harm him as long as Lan Zhan is around.

"Damn it, Wei--Mmph?! MM!!! MMMMM!!!"

"Waking Wei Ying is forbidden." Lan Zhan says with just enough inflection to be sassy as he silences Wanyin and walks away, the muffled furious sounds following telling him the Jiang Heir was following behind, if for no other reason than to get him to remove the Lan Silencing spell...

When the three make it back to the group, Lan Xichen is pulling his sword out of the last Yao, the others who had not followed the call, lay in piles covered in what looked like hastily made darts and arrows. Jiang Yanli runs up to them, making the motion elegant and effortless somehow as she hurries to check Wei Ying.

"Only sleeping; exhausted." He tells her and she sighs and then cups his own cheek as she looks at him with those big soulful eyes. "Am fine. Merely annoyed..."

"Why--"

"MMM!!! MM, MMM, MMMM!!!!!"

She turns and sees her brother stomping up to them waving his hands around and clearly cursing up a storm but because his mouth was magically sealed shut they could not tell what he was saying exactly.

"A'Cheng, stop that right now... You were told to remain with us and we could have used your aid, but you ran off and now are being punished. Take it like a mature young man." She scolds him, even as she goes to make sure he too is alright.

"Wangji?" Xichen asks, flicking blood off his blade and putting it away in his sheath.

"Disturbed grave, laid the spirits to rest again, but the graves were robbed." He explains to his brother, who comes to check him and Wei Ying over, sighing in relief when he see that the two are fine and that Wei Ying is only sleeping. "Wei Ying believes it was the shopkeeper who tried to sell him 'vintage' wine earlier."

"No... you-- Shameful!" Xichen sputters as he nods his head firmly and then pulls out a few strings of coin from his qiankun pouch and passes them to his brother while carefully taking Wei Ying, who whines and fusses a bit but settles again once he realizes it is the only other person he can trust while sleeping. "Get what you need to appease them... we will bury the coffins again and pray for them to rest once more... hurry."

"Hm." Lan Zhan nods and calls his team of Juniors to mount their swords and follow. If Lan Zhan picks up a few extra jars of wine for Wei Ying, that is his business and no one else's.