Daughter of Jin ZiXuan and Jiang Yanli

Chapter Six

Wen Ning's head was slightly lowered and his arms hung down as if he was a marionette waiting for the orders of his master.

His face was pale and delicate and could be considered handsome in a melancholy sort of way. However there were no pupils in his eyes but only a flat cloud of white along with a number of black cracking lines which climbed up his face from his neck so the melancholy turned into a frightening gloom. The lower hem and sleeves of his robe were ragged and torn showing a pair of wrists that were the same ashen shade as his face with black cuffs and chains on both his wrists and ankles. The tinkling sound was produced when he dragged the iron chains on the ground. If he stopped moving everything would be silent again.

It wasn't hard to guess why all of the cultivators were scared out of their wits. Wei WuXian wasn't any calmer than any of them either. In fact, the storm in his chest had already crashed over the top of his head.

It wasn't that Wen Ning shouldn't be here but that Wen Ning shouldn't be in this world at all. He was turned into ashes even before the siege at Luanzang Hill.

Hearing the others call Wen Ning's name, Jin Ling's blade which originally pointed at the direction of the soul-consuming goddess couldn't help but to turn toward another direction. Seeing that he was distracted, the soul-consuming goddess gladly extended her arm and was about picked him up suddenly out of nowhere Jin XiuLan show up and push her big brother away. She grab by the soul-consuming goddess.

Jin Ling yelled, " No!! A-Xiu!! "

As Wei WuXian saw her opened mouth approaching Jin XiuLan, he didn't have time to be surprised. He raised the wooden flute again, hands slightly shaking and therefore the notes that he played also trembled. Aside from this the flute was roughly crafted so the sound produced could be described as coarse and unpleasant to the ear. With two notes, Wen Ning started to move.

Within the blink of an eye, he had already shifted in front of the soul-consuming goddess. Wen Ning used the side of his palm and gave a blow. The soul-consuming goddess's neck cracked and although her body didn't move, her head was twisted around because of the force. She faced the direction of which her back originally faced but kept on smiling. Wen Ning gave another blow with his hand and the soul-consuming goddess's right hand which was holding Jin XiuLan was cleanly cut off. Jin Ling catch his falling little sister.

She bowed her head to look at the wrist which broke off sharply. Instead of turning her head toward the correct direction her entire body turned around so that she was facing Wen Ning with her face and her back. Wei WuXian didn't dare to relax. He took a deep breath and commanded Wen Ning to fight. However not long had passed and he became even more shocked.

Low-level corpses were unable to think on their own and needed his orders to lead them. Powerful fierce corpses on the other hand were usually delirious or unconscious. Yet, Wen Ning's case was different—he was created by Wei WuXian which meant that he could easily be called the strongest fierce corpse in the current world. He was the only one who was capable of thought. Aside from not fearing injuries, fire, the cold, poison and whatever living humans feared, he was the same as a one.

However at that moment, Wen Ning clearly wasn't conscious!

He was both shocked and doubtful as a few cries of alarm came threshing from the crowd. Using both his arms and legs, Wen Ning had secured the soul-consuming goddess on the ground. He picked up a rock which lay on the side taller than the height of humans and lifted it above the soul-consuming goddess. He started to slam it onto her with great force. Each strike sounded as loud as thunder continuing until the stone body of the soul-consuming goddess was pounded to pieces!