RAGING FATE (Hiatus)

Chapter 71

RETRIBUTION

Now, facing the truth and their parents' memorial tablet, with each of their ashes contained within the jade urns, all the emotions that Wei had suppressed deep within him began to erupt within him once more, distracting and pulling his sober mind from losing control and simply saying for him to show his sorrow.

But his body refused to cooperate; he no longer possesses much of that strength. For five days, he mustered the courage to remain sober and strong to survive the messed-up situation, convinced that he must bring justice to all those who died in vain and that his parents and brother were still waiting for him.

Only to find out at the end that his parents had died before he could see them again, and it was all his fault.

Wei lifts his head and sighs deeply as he closes his eyes tight.

I'm tired...

"Wei..." Jiang Cheng calls out to him between his loud sniffs, four steps away, causing Wei to remember something and open his eyes again, side-glancing him and responding with a voice that shows no sign of distress or sadness.

"A-Cheng, you must be tired; go back to your room and rest; I will stay with mother and father for the time being to talk; don't worry, I will not do anything reckless; I will be fine,"

Jiang Cheng was about to retort, but then he remembered that his younger brother will not back down, no matter how many rejections he receives, and that once his mind is set on something, no one can change it.

Emperor Fen's first son looks back at his younger brother with a heavy heart for a moment before humming an acceptance response and turning back to leave him alone with their parents' remains.

Wei remained in his position for quite some time, ears alert, until he could no longer hear anything but the bustling sound of the peaceful wind, at which point his knees gave out and he fell heavily to the floor, kneeling as he finally let go of the last strength that was left inside him.

Within a second, his eyes were gradually covered with mist, and his vision became blurry as hot tears gathered in front of him, suffocating and completely covering his eyes.

He mewled unconsciously and almost cried out, but he quickly covered his mouth with both his hands to muffle the sound of him crying from outside.

Choking in sobs, the second prince of the Yao clan finally bawled out everything he had been holding inside, tightly clenching his teeth to slightly satisfy the deep unsaid rage within him.

The clouds have been covered with greyness and gloominess once more, along with a roar of thunder from above the sky and a quick picture of raging lightning that burst down to some forest that had now been disturbed with fire, which was quickly put out due to the cold rain.

Harsh rain continued to fall on Earth until the wind could no longer keep its calm and joined forces with it.

A once-peaceful land is now being disrupted and shaken by a violent weather pattern.

Lan Zhan, who was still assisting and guarding the matters assigned to him by his elder brother, was unaware of what had happened to his childhood friend.

All wet and drenched from the pouring rain, the second jade of the cloud clan took a moment to look at everything, alongside all of their remaining disciples who were also wet from the rain like him, when suddenly out of nowhere he heard this anxious voice from one of their junior disciples who was riding a spiritual sword.

This shouted on top of them to immediately remove the right-wing barrier, and almost immediately everyone's attention was drawn to Lan Zhan.

Feeling all eyes on him, Wanji, who simply trusted his instincts, raises the order immediately, and the barrier is removed after five seconds.

The strong and foul odor of blood in the air enters the cloud peak immediately.

To avoid feeling nauseous, they all quickly cover their noses with their right sleeve hanfu while tilting their heads up, only to see the person who had just shouted at them to put down the barrier now with Xichen.

Assisting two injured core-level disciples alongside two sober core-level disciples who are carrying their unconscious and fully wounded sworn brother, both of whom look a mess and worn out, much like Xichen who rides his spiritual sword unsteadily.

Lan Zhan's heart leaps with trepidation and concern when he sees such a scene.

He drew his sword and rode away, heading for his elder brother, whose clothes were now stained with blood with some deep wounds.

"Brother," Wanji, who was now standing beside Xichen, called out, gently taking the other left arm and placing it on his shoulder, assisting him.

Xichen, who had heard and felt his younger brother's warmth beside him, looks to his left side, smiles tiredly, and says.

"Wanji, forgive this brother of yours, for making you suffer alone all these years, I..."

Master Woo's first grandson's words were cut short as fatigue overtook him and he lost consciousness, causing his sword to fall without assistance and him to almost fall with it, but his younger brother, who snorted sternly beside him, was quick to catch him and carry him into bridal style.

Lan Zhan then rushes to the ground to aid his elder brother and the other injured disciples in hurry, while shouting an order to close back the barrier at the right wing and continue patrolling around all areas on their peak until morning.

The once-silent and harmonious peak is now filled with hurried footsteps, anxious voices, and intense pressure. Everyone was assigned tasks until the next morning.

Master Woo's second grandson stayed by his elder brother's side until morning, transferring some of this spiritual energy he had been cultivating for many years to assist his brother in regaining consciousness faster, causing his body to become exhausted after he was finished.

Sweat beaded on his brow, he now appears pale, and he felt dizzy, but he fought such feelings as he stood up, and strode over to the closed sliding door.

He opened it and went out heading back to his room, to rest a bit before going to see Wei, only to come across Sizhui on the way, whom he had task not to leave the side of the second prince of the Yao clan.

Lan Zhan fixed his gaze on his adopted son until he noticed some fresh blood staining his hanfu white shoes and hands. The second jade of the cloud clan's eyes widened in shock, as did his heart, which was now racing with fear.

"Sizhui, where is Wei Ying? Is he still with his elder brother? Why is your hand covered in blood? Whose blood is this? Sizhui, answer me immediately," he begs, now tightly gripping his adopted son's shoulder with both of his hands as he openly displayed a vulnerable side of himself in front of the other, upon feeling a surge of nervousness within him.

Sizhui looks into his adoptive father's eyes, his face filled with sorrow, guilt, and tears.

"Brother, father, I... forgive me. I couldn't, I don't know what happened. When I returned inside the residence where I... The first prince alongside the second prince of the Yao clan is already on the floor, both holding each other's left hands, bathed in blood inside the memorial chamber and no longer breathing. I, run, panic, and run out. I, please forgive me, please forgive me," Sizhui replied stuttering while trembling and pleading for forgiveness.

To be continued.