The Untamed Series 3: Love Affair (Under Revision)

Twentieth Met: Obsession

Third Person POV

A week later

Cloud Recesses: Jingshi

The insidious whispers, meticulously crafted and spread by Jin Guangshan and his followers, had taken root in the hearts of the Cultivation World.

Once revered and esteemed, Lan Wangji now found himself entangled in a web of scandal and betrayal, his once-pristine reputation now tarnished by the poisonous rumors.

In the hushed stillness of the room, Lan Wangji's slender fingers gently caressed the strings of his Guqin, producing ethereal melodies that resonated with his soul.

Each note seemed to carry the weight of his thoughts and feelings, creating a harmonious symphony that echoed through the chamber.

In the eyes of the world, Lan Wangji and Wuxian were believed to be nothing more than best friends, their bond celebrated and admired.

But hidden beneath the surface, their connection ran much deeper.

Wangji closed his eyes, picturing the image of the enigmatic Yiling Patriarch in his mind. Their love was a secret, known only to them.

Lan Wangji then pondered the mystery of how Jin Guangshan had come to possess this knowledge, his thoughts swirled with unanswered questions.

How had the cunning Jin Guangshan managed to uncover their hidden truth?

Did they happen to be spied on, or did Jin Guangshan fabricate the rumors himself?

Regardless of the answer, Wangji's primary concern was Wuxian's safety.

He vowed to protect his beloved at all costs, for no one had the right to meddle with their happiness.

Jin Guangshan's audacity in meddling with their lives stirred a fire within Wangji.

He would not hesitate to take action if Jin Guangshan dared to harm them further.

As Lan Wangji slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was met with the radiant countenance of his beloved, whose infectious smile illuminated the room like a beacon of joy.

The warmth and love in his voice were palpable as he whispered, "A-zhan," the endearment rolling off his tongue with tender familiarity.

With a graceful motion, Lan Wangji stood up, his Zither gradually dissipating into thin air, leaving behind an ephemeral aura of music.

He posed a question with a sense of anticipation, "Ready?" The words hung in the air, carrying the promise of an adventure yet to unfold.

Xuanyu nodded, his own smile mirroring Wangji's enthusiasm.

"I can't wait to venture outside the confines of these rule-filled walls of Cloud Recesses," Xuanyu exclaimed, his eagerness palpable as he hurriedly made his way towards the exit of Jingshi.

Wangji's smile widened, his heart warmed by Xuanyu's infectious excitement.

He followed closely behind the younger cultivator, their footsteps echoing through the quiet land of Cloud Recesses.

Days later, Wangji and  Xuanyu found themselves in the town of Linhua, a place plagued by the presence of fierce corpses.

The once vibrant and bustling town now lay in ruins, its people living in fear and despair.

As they cautiously stepped into the desolate streets of Linhua, a haunting silence seemed to wrap around them like a suffocating shroud.

The remnants of what was once a vibrant and bustling town now lay in ruins, a stark testament to the merciless havoc wreaked by the fierce corpses.