Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

The Curse Breaker Part 1

The situation was dire, and that was the only reason why Lan Zhan had agreed with his older brother that they needed help.

Actually, it was Nie Huaisang who mentioned the Curse Breaker first, and by now, they really shouldn't be surprised that he knew what had happened, despite everyone who knew in Cloud Recesses being sworn to secrecy. Lan Zhan could count on one hand how many people knew, so that meant Nie Huaisang's little birds were vastly spread out and extremely loyal, however, Huaisang hadn't done anything cruel or unwarranted yet; and that was the main reason why XiChen hadn't done anything about his spy network.

Lan Zhan privately thought it was because XiChen and MingJue were an item, albeit behind closed doors, and saying anything negative towards the younger (and much loved) brother of one's boyfriend would be awkward, plus rooting out and catching the little birds themselves was probably out of the question.

So there was no point in being annoyed with the little critter, either.

That was why they were currently standing outside the huge compound of The Suibian School of Cultivation right now.

Huge was an understatement.

On one side stood the student accommodation, a vast and welcoming building with Lan Zhan's rough guess of around four hundred windows looking back at them, meaning there had to be at least eight hundred students learning here right now, if not more. Huaisang had mentioned a waiting list.

On the other side was the teachers' residence, a smaller building, and somehow not at all grand or ostentatious, an architectural delight. Designed in a traditional sloping roof, temple type building, all mostly black with red outlines and frames, it reminded Lan Zhan of a particular person, and he hoped it wasn't a coincidence that the school was named after Wei Ying's sword.

Nowadays, he tried very hard not to think about bright silver eyes and the way they crinkled whenever Wei Ying laughed, the way the boy had lit up from within, an unquenchable luminous glow that had sparked something deep within him. The need to apologise flared once more and this time, Lan Zhan told himself sternly that if he hadn't had the courage to do it thirteen years ago, he had no right to say anything now, if ever he was fortunate enough to see Wei Ying again.

Right in the centre of the grounds is the training area, carefully separating the younger students from the senior members, and was that a creche? A kindergarten?

Lan Zhan and XiChen, by his gasp, was shocked to see three year old children dressed in red t-shirts and black leggings practising the control of a red ball via their qi alone, a feat that even seasoned cultivators found difficult. What was even more surprising was that their teachers were making a game out of it, and the kids were engaged fully, chortling and giggling every time someone lost focus and dropped the ball.

Separated by a clear dome, around forty six year olds were practising calligraphy, and next to them, at least a hundred eight year old students were completing sword forms without weapons, perfecting their footwork.

Ten year old pupils to their right were learning how to master sword flight, and transferring spiritual cognition, while twelve year olds were clearly in an advanced class of practical discipline, training to send out waves of their energy to snuff out the candles in front of them.

The biggest of all the classes was around four hundred teenagers sparring in separated groups, all overlooked by a few hundred teachers who stepped in to correct and referee each match.

There was quite a bit of noise but in a hushed sort of way, not unbearably loud or disturbing anyone else too much.

"I believe they've doctored the silencing talisman to somehow muffle the individual groups," XiChen says, pointing out the huge array floating above the compound.