Setting Things Right

Guys, chill. He's already dead.

(a/n: why am I doing this, I don't know how to write reactions. Well, as long as I'm having fun ig)

Wait, Didn't I specifically tell myself I wouldn't think of him?

Sounds of hatred swelled from the cultivators. "Wei Wuxian! Why do we have to view him?!"

"You must be one of that Bastard's demons, right? Show yourself, scum!"

"That monster is already dead! Why are you wasting our time?"

Jiang Wanyin slapped his palm to his forehead, "Damn it, even so long after his death, he is causing trouble!"

Jiang Fengmian and Yanli looked at him wide-eyed. "A-Cheng, what do you mean he's dead? How did that happen?!" his sister asked. Surely A-Xian could not be dead! And why were all these strangers cursing his name?

Jiang Fengmian stayed silent. He knew that with war came death, but he could not help feeling something was off. Meanwhile, Madam Yu had raised her eyebrows to the heavens.

"I always knew that boy was trouble! What has he done to get him such a bad name? I told you that we should not have let him stay! He always brings a bad name to the Jiang sect!"

"My Lady, please calm yourself. We don't know what happened."

"Ha! Only you would say that."

Jin Ling was furious! First, the System made him sit next to two strange Lan disciples, and now it was forcing him to watch his parent's murderer! Life could be so cruel.

Lan Xichen looked at his brother, studying his reaction, frowning at how Lan Wangji closed his eyes as he clenched his jaw.

Then, much to the Lan's horror, Lan Jingyi yelled over the crowd. His voice overpowered even Nie Mingjue's, who was raging about how he was not afraid to kill The Yiling Patriarch again.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!"

And everyone did. More so to stare at the most un-Lan Lan rather than obey his orders. Lan Jingyi continued. "Are you guys seriously blaming a dead person for this mess? Come on! The guy's dead! There's not much he can do unless someone brings him back to life! And really, who'd be stupid enough to do that?"

Though some deeply prejudiced cultivators still voiced their anger, the others realized Jingyi's point and settled down as a dazed Lan Qiren disciplined his disciple.

[Is everyone ready?]

Seeing as no one was answering, the current Nie sect leader asked the System to proceed.

[Understood. Immediate future being displayed. Please calm yourselves. Any violence and mass yelling is strictly prohibited. No explanations will be given by viewers unless permitted by the System. All will be revealed in due time. The viewing will begin in 3. 2. 1]

The scene began.

'The 20th year of the reign of Xuanzheng. The year of Gongchen.' A group of Wens were running in a forest. They gripped their lanterns in a tight hold while crows flew above them. Their dread was evident. They froze as soft notes of music drifted toward them through the forest.

The music drove the fear of death into these men as nearby corpses began to twitch in response to the devil that called them. "The phantom flute, Chenqing?!" A Wen exclaimed as corpses surrounded the group.

Many cultivators were disgusted at the blatant display of demonic cultivation. Jiang Wanyin looked away from the screen, a horrid feeling rising in his chest.