RAGING FATE (Hiatus)

Chapter 67

UNTOUCHABLE

The sky abruptly released a rumbling sound, alerting all people who live down and up the mountain to take immediate care of anything they leave outside that is not meant to be wet before the cold tears of the heavens harshly poured down on them.

Sizhui heard this and couldn't help but become impatient; they don't have much time before the rain arrives. They must leave right away.

"It's not that far away, but it's also not that close; brother Xichen and our other brothers set off the signal fireworks. Right now, they're fighting the corpse puppet," Sizhui replied.

"A corpse puppet?" Wei inquires, surprised to learn that such a thing exists; he had only read about it in books when he was still confined to his palace within the Yao sect.

So Jui also became a corpse puppet at the time? How is that even conceivable?

However, according to the book he read, this can only happen if a person has been wounded by a sword or other object containing corpse poison, which can only be created by a person skilled in demonic practices and capable of controlling or creating the puppet corpse.

"So, Jui was wounded and poisoned by corpse poison, but he never told me?" Wei mumbled to himself, gradually becoming deeply upset as he connected the dots that he theorized inside his mind, leading to the conclusion that the person who controls the puppet corpse right now might be the one responsible for killing their remaining Yao people, including his trusted person, Jui.

When he realizes this, the sleeping rage that has been restrained inside him slowly arouses and wraps around his brain and heart like the tentacles of a giant octopus, making him forget why he is afraid earlier.

"Who is in control of this puppet? Sizhui, take me to that person right now," Wei demanded, but Lan Zhan immediately grabbed his right arm tight before he could move.

"What exactly are you doing? Let go!" Emperor Fen's second son said sharply, his gaze fixed on Master Woo's second grandson.

But he knows that such a retort expression is pointless since he knows that his childhood friend will never listen to such a request.

This prompted him to let out a frustrated grunt and prepare to fight for his arm's release, but Sizhui stopped him before he could act it out, desperately saying.

"I apologize, Prince Wei but I can't take you there right now. I need to obey Brother Xichen's instruction to immediately bring you and Brother, Hanguang-jun back to the cloud sect. Also, the rain is coming, and if we don't hurry, we'll be caught in it, and it'll be difficult to ride a sword back if that happens."

Wei quickly inserted, making the youth with them feel bad on the inside and look at his adopted father with a concerned but lost expression, pleading for assistance.

Lan Zhan sighed as he saw his adopted son's hopeless expression and quickly picked up Wei, carrying him like a sack bag of rice on his right shoulder, not allowing him to respond.

He then summoned his sword and flew back to the cloud sect, while Sizhui, who had only been watching them, sighed in relief and summoned his spiritual sword as well, following them in silence.

When they reached the cloud sect. Lan Zhan then gently lowered Wei.

When Emperor Fen's second son is finally free of Master Woo's second grandson's clutches, he immediately raises his right fist and aims to punch his childhood friend in the face to vent his rage.

Lan Zhan, on the other hand, managed to block it, causing the other to become irritated and snort mockingly while harshly shoving his right hand away from his grasp.

"You, stupi-" Wei frowned and clutched his stomach with his right hand as nausea erupted from nowhere, causing him to feel uncomfortable inside his stomach and make him want to vomit.

He rushes to the nearest pond, gagging, unaware of what's inside, and starts vomiting nothing but water mixed with saliva.

That's to be expected. He hadn't eaten anything in five days. How can he expect anything to come out from him?

Also, how could Lan Zhan be so inconsiderate, carrying him like a light blanket and a lifeless object into his shoulder, oblivious to whether or not he was comfortable?

I'm not like you, idiot! I lack cultivation skills as well as martial arts endurance.

Curse him! I'm not going to let him carry me again!

Emperor Fen's second son continuously vomited out all of his internal discomforts until his stomach no longer felt uncomfortable and he finally felt at ease on the inside.

"Prince Wei, are you all right now?" Sizhui inquires, now standing beside Wei and gently caressing his back to calm him.

Emperor Fen's second son nodded, took a deep breath, and patted the youth on the shoulder with his right hand, assuring him that he is fine, before returning his attention to his childhood friend.

I'm glad your adopted son didn't pick up your personality!

Wei, now staring coldly at Master Woo's second son, who is only looking at him with his usual straight face the entire time.

"Sizhui, tell me what my elder brother's reason is for making us come back here," Lan Zhan asks, ignoring Wei's protest, which causes the other to become offended and turn back to the pond, which now has many koi fish circling the area where he had just vomited.

Wei's face turned pale right away. He became concerned and nervous all of a sudden. Will this expensive fish be okay?

Who is the owner of this pond? Is Lan Zhan the owner of this pond? If that's the case, it explains why he just ignored my rant.

Emperor Fen's second son felt guilty all of a sudden. Is he angry because I threw up in his koi pond? But I didn't mean to do it; I just couldn't stop myself from puking.

Emperor Fen's second son cast a glance at the two people engaged in a serious conversation, wanting to apologize.

He was about to say something when he noticed Sizhui already giving Lan Zhan a respectful bow and striding over to him.

"What's going on?" he inquires, curious as to what the two had just discussed.

"Ahhh, Prince Wei didn't have to worry, brother Hanguang-jun just asked me to take care of you and bring you to see Prince Jiang later this evening while he took care of our clan matters," Sizhui replied, a smile on his face.

"Clan matters?" Wei asks, perplexed, to which Sizhui responds with a nod.

"I see, Lan Zhan?" Wei called, his head tilted to the right side, but the person he wanted to see had already left.

I suppose I'll apologize later.

Emperor Fen's second son sighs deeply and smiles back at Sizhui.

To be continued.