Thrown Through Time

Chapter seventeen

 For Patricia521906, I got you.

From the time the punch landed Wei Ying he knew that he was in trouble, his red core was not settling as it should of even after being played cleansing but before it was manageable, it settled even more before the punch during the lanterns because he was happy but as that punch connected he knew he made a mistake, his control slipped further when he heard Lan Qiren voice his fear doubled causing to start him spiraling faster out of control and when he heard his voice it wasn't what he thought, it was of understanding but Wei Ying already knew he was far too gone thinking that if anyone was near him now that was not taught how to control Yin that they would be in trouble but as he heard Jiang WanYin's anger he felt was ChenQing pull him within himself, his Sancturary was drenched in his own Yin, the Skies was tinted red and black, all he knew that he was in pain he could feel it but he did not know of the danger happening outside all he knew was that the danger was here and ChenQing was losing in keeping it out.

"It's alright, return to me" he said as he watched his Yin flow towards him shaping back into the Dizi but behind him was the forms of the seven spirits, one of mutated measuring snake, one of the deformed Xuanwu, one of a woman horribly scared, two of men one slender and beautiful while the other was older and looked similar to Wen RouHan and the others he recognized they were the same that had helped him when he was small to build his Yin core, two small vicious twins.

All of them glared ahead as a man stepped forward and Wei Ying saw him, he knew that this was the resentment from the Yin iron but it had taken him as it's form, The form of what he looked like when he killed Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu and saved Lan Zhan and Jiang WanYin wearing the same smirk, But Wei Ying just frowned.

"I see... so you returned to" said Wei Ying as what he calls the Yiling patriarch, it was eerie as he watched the grin widened intensifying, the red glow of its eyes.

"You are seeking to destroy me? Why? Did I not help you get your revenge? Did I not give you power?" asked the Yiling Patriarch in millions of tortured voices

"No what you did was taint what I already had; you drove me insane... If it wasn't for ChenQing and the burial mounds I would've bathed the world in blood and destroy you, you do not belong here within Gusu Lan sect you were never meant to be made but because of greed and bloodlust you were created, what did you want?" asked Wei Ying

The Yiling patriarch laughed eerily "the man that created me stands before you and what I want is you"

The Yin iron resentment came to Wei Ying like a tsunami drowning everything, but he just stood as his own Yin turned and attacked, he placed ChenQing to his lips and before he could play his melody he heard the faint sound of 'WangXian" at first he froze he could not understand how he could hear 'WangXian' but when he saw that the seven spirits was gaining control over the Yin iron's resentment he understood the connection, when he had the Yin iron he was the one to accept it and when he died, he had died with it within him that was how it was here, this is how he could hear the only song that could calm him back then as well, they were connected and it was time to sever it.

Wei Ying bought ChenQing and played 'WangXian' alongside Lan Zhan, the Yiling Patriarch shouted in frustration as he was overpowered and as the last note fell Wei Ying played cleansing as he finished, he felt the freezing voice whisper before it completely disappeared in.

"You will never be rid of me; I will find a way to return"

Wei Ying felt weak as he sat down then laid on the ground and watched as the spirits gently returned to ChenQing and Wei Ying could finally hear her voice again, the sweet melody that use to overshadow the taunts and screams from the Yin Iron's resentment, in his mind as his eyes grew weary watching the sky clear from the blackness, she sang as she always use to, he never knew the song but she had learned about it in the burial mounds but when the voices got too much she would sing to him and put him to sleep, He was sure that ChenQing was the creation of the one twin who looked no older than nine years of age while her twin was not really of ChenQing but stuck around and never before had he seen the seven spirts this clearly as he had done today.