𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭┃𝐌𝐝𝐳𝐬 ✓

Part : 3 Don't you dare!

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Wen Qing gave medicine to Lan Qiren, and everyone waited in tense silence as the elder slowly regained consciousness. Half an hour later, his eyes fluttered open.

“Shufu, are you all right now?” Lan Xichen asked, his voice filled with concern.

“Mn,” Lan Qiren grunted, nodding curtly. His gaze drifted across the room until it settled on Lan Jingyi, who was sitting comfortably beside Madam Yu, receiving what could only be described as royal treatment.

Nie Mingjue broke the silence. “How are we going to get out of here?” he questioned, his deep voice carrying a hint of frustration. They had been stuck in the temple since morning with no sign of escape.

“We don’t know, Sect Leader Nie,” Zizhen replied honestly, his expression as puzzled as the rest.

Wei Wuxian, who had been watching Sizhui, suddenly spoke up. “Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?” His question immediately caught everyone’s attention, all eyes now focused on the quiet Lan Sizhui.

Lan Sizhui gulped nervously. He had been more concerned about Lan Qiren’s health and feared that his revelation might trigger another episode for the elder. If Lan Qiren found out who he really was, another heart attack might be imminent.

“My name is Lan Sizhui. My birth name—” Lan Sizhui started, but before he could finish, the array activated again.

This time, instead of teleporting them, the array summoned rows of stone benches in a neat arrangement, and a massive glass screen appeared, suspended in the air.

“What is this now?” Jiang Cheng muttered, his brow furrowed as he stared at the juniors.

“We have no idea, A-niang,” Lan Jingyi answered honestly, his face a mask of bewilderment.

“Who are you calling A-niang?!” Jiang Cheng yelled, his face turning red with anger.

“But you are my A-niang, so I have to call you that,” Lan Jingyi replied, pretending to look upset, his lower lip trembling.

“A-Cheng, don’t you dare speak to my grandson like that!” Madam Yu scolded, sending a sharp glare toward her son.

Before Jiang Cheng could respond, Nie Huaisang pointed at the screen. “Look! It’s showing something!”

The image on the screen flickered to life, and the words [Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation] appeared in bold. The air in the room thickened with tension as everyone focused on the strange display. The first image showed a dramatic proclamation:

“Great news! Wei Wuxian has died.”

“What?” Jiang Cheng shouted, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“But I’m standing right here,” Wei Wuxian said, equally confused, looking around at the stunned faces.

The scene on the screen continued.

Less than a day has passed since the siege in Luanzang Hill, and the news spreads through the cultivation world as if it sprouted wings, surpassing even the speed of warfare.

For a while, from the most prominent clans to rogue cultivators, everyone is discussing the siege that was lead by Four Great Clans and followed by hundreds of smaller ones.

"The Yiling Patriarch has died? Who could have killed him?"

“Who’s the Yiling Patriarch?” Jin Guangshan asked, frowning as he watched the events unfold.