Setting Things Right

Don't worry kids, Lan Wangji's here!

(a/n: Haha, yes, I know. I'm an ass. Forgive me. My dog died, so, y'know, I haven't really been wanting to write, tbh. But I'm here now!)


Having been reprimanded by the System, no one could bring themselves to speak. Jiang Yanli looked at the screen in pity, seeing just how much everyone hated her brother. A-Xian, what did you do to deserve this...?

Lan Xichen gave Jingyi another comforting pat on the shoulder before returning to his seat next to his brother. "Wangji... are you alright?"

"Mn." Lan Wangji nodded slowly, practically burning holes in the screen from how hard he was staring. Everyone who saw him was abruptly reminded of the age old animosity between Hanguang Jun and the Yiling Patriarch.
I would hate to be Wai Wuxian right now... That look is so chilling! Everyone thought.

This time, there was no count down to start of the next section. It simply began playing.

Madam Mo struck Jingyi's shoulder, a blinding spell being cast the moment it touched the Lan robes. She was trapped, encased in the spell.
"You lunatic, why did you kick me?" Jingyi angrily asks Wei Wuxian. "You almost got me burnt!"
"It wasn't me!" The madman replied.

Jingyi shivered in his seat. Sure, he was still alive, but it was still terrifying to be pushed in harms way!

"The spell on the clothes works. Now."
"Right!" Shizui and Jingyi immediately jump back into action, using their robes in an attempt to bind Madam Mo.

Many of the spectators nodded appreciatively at the Junior's skills. Lan Qiren, meanwhile, raised an eyebrow at them. "What? Did you not have faith in our Clan's spells?"

Jingyi looks away sheepishly as Shizui begins to stammer. "Th- that's not it-"

The spell seems to work, but with a tremendous scream, Madam Mo breaks out. "Huh? The spell broke?" Wei Wuxian seems surprised. He walks over to a corpse, picking it up.

The crowd watches with bated breath, Wen Ruohan grinning in anticipation. "Finally!"

His eyes glow a menacing red before he whispers. "Still asleep?" The corpse instantly stands tall, ready to do his Master's bidding.

Several eyes widened, the Junior's of all the clans looking on in horror. They were seeing the art of Demonic Cultivation in front of their very eyes! It was thought to drain a persons strength and life force and it was hard work to get the dead to listen to the living. And here Wei Wuxian was, newly brought back from the dead himself, and having corpses move with simple words... what a monster. 

All those who had been around for the war against the Wens and then against the Yiling Patriarch himself felt their muscles tense. Wei Wuxian had been a powerful ally... and a more powerful enemy.

"Nice and powerful." Wei Wuxian approves. "Do you see that left arm on your mom?" He asks Mo Yuan's corpse, looking over to where Shizui and Jingyi were battling Madam Mo. His eyes glow a dangerous red again. "Go get it." The two corpses begin to run, butting into the fight, biting and clawing at Madam Mo.

"That man is too powerful, too dangerous!"

Nobody voiced their disagreement, looking at the screen in fear. Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu were the most shocked at what they were seeing. Wei Wuxian... what have you done?

"Zombie fight?! Never seen this before! How did those two corpses suddenly come alive?" The two Lan junior's were understandably shocked, both in the present and on screen.

They shivered, remembering just how close they were to the Yiling Patriarch. Would he kill them? But he seemed to be helping them... Shizui was so confused.

'Could it be...' Shizui wondered, staring at Wei Wuxian, who was hiding himself behind the pillar. 'But it's not him.'

A few snorts were heard throughout the room at Wei Wuxian's impeccable acting. Lan Shizui blushed in embarrassment, trying to ignore Jingyi's teasing grin and Jin Ling's eye roll.