[Mo Dao Zu Shi x Reader]
──❝Lotus Serenade❞──
In the enchanting world of "The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation," amidst the chaos and intrigue of ancient cultivation sects...
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──❝The Seething Torrent Of Resentful Energy❞──
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〖 Mo Residence, Night 〗
Under the veil of night, the moon reigned high, its radiant beams casting a tender luminescence upon the surroundings. The atmosphere held a pristine chill, the air crisp and pure, carrying whispers of the forest's fragrant essence from its leafy confines nearby. The sounds of crickets and the rustling of leaves filled the air, punctuated by the distant chirping of other insects and the rhythmic cadence of footsteps on the soft earth, all contributing to a haunting ambiance. The tranquility of the nocturnal realm stood in stark contrast to the grim reality haunting the village—a relentless wave of the undead, an ongoing epidemic, casting its shadow over the once peaceful hamlet.
Wei Wuxian, mischievous as ever, lay perched on the highest rooftop, his lithe form blending with the shadows. The cool night air caressed his skin, ruffling his ebony hair as he napped, a playful grin etched on his face. He was reclined in a tranquil repose, his body relaxed and at ease, his arm draped lazily across his torso, the other resting behind his head. As if awakened by an invisible alarm, Wei Wuxian's eyes fluttered open, his senses tingling with a familiar, ominous energy, followed by an instinctive yawn that barely parted his lips. As he awoke, his reflexes seemed almost unnatural, defying the drowsiness that usually accompanies waking from a nap. He swiftly sat upright, his mind snapping into full awareness. A sensation prickled at his senses, an ominous presence concealed within the darkness—an unmistakable aura of a lurking demonic spirit.
With a steely resolve, Wei Wuxian rose to his feet, a gust of wind tousling his hair and sending it dancing around his face. He surveyed the surroundings with sharp, calculating eyes, the creases between his brows deepened, forming a V-shape as he strained to detect any hint of movement. His earlobes twitched slightly as he honed in on the faintest of sounds, and his heightened senses attuned to every rustle and whisper of the wind. His agile frame was coiled, ready to spring into action like an unyielding phantom. Without a moment's hesitation, Wei Wuxian made his move. His nimble form leaped off the rooftop, navigating through the night air with unwavering precision. The ground approached rapidly yet gracefully, and in a fluid motion, he landed soundlessly on the earth below. Once his feet had firmly touched the ground, Wei Wuxian wasted no time. He prowled through the shadows like a vengeful deity, his senses honed and focused. With each step, his aura ignited like a burning flame, daring anyone or anything to stand in his way.
The search led him through dense bushes and tangled foliage, his eyes sharp as he combed the area. As he pushed through the overgrowth, a scene of eerie stillness greeted him. Amidst the tangle, he stumbled upon the lifeless form of Mo Ziyuan. The cadaver bore unmistakable signs of a savage spiritual assault, validating Wei Wuxian's lingering suspicions. Despite the overpowering scent of decay hanging in the air, Wei Wuxian remained composed. Wei Wuxian's keen eyes traced the spectral residue that clung to the lifeless body, evidence of a fierce battle that had taken place.
