|𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞| 1st Version

ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙɪʀᴅ, ɪᴛ's ᴀ ᴋɪᴛᴇ, ɪᴛ's...ᴛʜᴇ AMULET?!

"A-Xian." Called out Jiang Yanli worried, stopping Wei Ying in his tracks who looked at her in anguish before he could continue to rush out. "A-Xian" she tried reaching out but a Jiang disciple stopped her, blocking her path.

"Lady Jiang, please stay put while we figure out how to get you to safety. If anything happens to you sect leader Jiang will have our head." Said one of the Jiang disciples standing in front of her with his sword in hand.

"More like break our legs." A Jiang discipled laughed to which he received stares of deadpan. He cleared his throat composing himself, "...sorry..."

•••

An immense demonic energy surrounded Lan Wangji that many had to approach with caution. Lan Wangji was stumbling trying to keep himself up as he held onto his head and with the other placed on his chest where the amulet stayed hidden. His breathing became heavier as he tried to concentrate but it seemed impossible as his vision blurred. Shaking his head from time to time as though it would help his vision and head clear. Conflicted, he swears he had suppressed some of the amulets' demonic energy before leaving so why was it acting up? More so when there isn't any resentful energy on Lanling to be absorbed... So why?

Lan Qiren approached his nephew with caution, calling out to him. Yet to Wangji it sounded distant and muddled. When Lan Qiren tried to call his name again he didn't expect to see his nephew's once golden eyes be replaced by an intense red hue staring back at him with such hatred. "Stay away!" He waved his hand out while a translucent-like web string made contact with Lan Qiren's arm causing him to back up grabbing onto his arm in pain. Blood slowly seeped through his white robes. Realizing what he's done his red eyes slowly turned back to normal regaining consciousness. "...Shufu..." Lan Qiren could only gape at him, appalled.

"Uncle!" The twin Jades said in sync witnessing the scene from a distance. Both with their swords in hand.

Lan Wangji walked forward only for a Lan disciple to stand in between them followed by other Lan disciples. "Stay back!" The scene before him felt like deja vu. For it was not too long ago his sect had viewed him with eyes of horror and hostility; averting his gaze away from his Clan.

"Kill Wei Wuxian's henchmen! Kill him before he can escape!"

Yet no one bothered to make the first move because fighting him would feel as if they were fighting against Hanguang-Jun - A respectable man. Even so one out of the forty cultivators set their nervousness aside - sneaking up on him swinging his sword. A swing which never made contact with his opponent because before him a Jin disciple had blocked his attack, more specifically the disciple who had taken his own life and before he knew it he was trying to defend himself from each incoming attack.

Wei Ying, "Lan Zhan stop, it's still not too late."

Lan Wangji turned a deaf ear. 'What would he know?' Grunting he held onto his head once more trying to ease his mind. Still no matter what he did the demonic energy was too tense that all he could hear was the laughter of those who hid behind the shadows surrounding him. Laughter which seemed to be enjoying such chaos.

When Lan Wangji opened his eyes, from the ground he noticed a shadow-like figure slowly approaching from behind and before he knew it he had the cultivator held from his throat making it impossible for the cultivator to breathe, dropping his weapon and with difficulty the cultivator coughed."...J-just who are you?"