Lotus Serenade || Mo Dao Zu Shi x Reader

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──❝An Unexpected And Fortuitous Reunion❞──

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"Help me! Help me!" Adrenaline coursed through Wei Wuxian as he sprinted away. A bone-chilling growl, akin to the anguished echoes of the undead, ruptured the air, its haunting resonance weaving through the atmosphere. Its icy tendrils snaked down his spine, eliciting involuntary shivers that only stoked the fiery determination pulsating within him. With every advancing step, the macabre symphony of the creature's approach became increasingly audible. The disconcerting cadence of its decayed joints clicking and clacking in a grotesque harmony formed a grim melody, a visceral reminder of impending doom drawing relentlessly closer. A fleeting glance backward drew a sly grin across his features, the pale lunar glow casting an eerie spotlight upon the grotesque form of the undead. Its contorted visage, head twisted at an unnatural angle, cracks and crevices marring its decaying flesh. It's lifeless gaze bore an unsettling malevolence, a chilling intensity that cut through the enveloping darkness, fixated on its quarry. As its maw yawned open, a foreboding void unfolded—an abyss of pure darkness, swallowing any hint of light that dared to trespass its expanse. Its gaping mouth revealed a fathomless chasm, an ominous void from which no glimmer of illumination could escape.

Taking shelter behind the embrace of a worn and weather-beaten stone barricade, Wei Wuxian's breaths arrived in rapid gasps, his eyes intently scanning the surroundings through narrow fissures in the aged structure. Suddenly, the undead materialized, a blur of ghastly visage, its demonic extending in a grotesque display. The sight of its skeletal hand clawing at the empty air elicited a curious amusement within him. A resolute determination etched upon his countenance, Wei Wuxian swiftly tucked one hand behind his back, the two fingers he extended poised as though they were lethal instruments. A swirling, malevolent energy crackled and surged around those digits, a maelstrom of crimson and obsidian hues. The force of demonic cultivation gathered at his fingertips, coalescing into a menacing vortex pulsating with ominous power. "There you are." 

In the blink of an eye, as the undead propelled itself over the barrier with a terrifying velocity, Wei Wuxian poised himself to retaliate. Yet, before he could make a move, a glint of silver intercepted the fiend's outstretched demonic limb. Lan Sizhui's sword clashed fiercely against the malevolent appendage, the force of impact diverting the blade's trajectory and lodging it with a resounding thud into the unyielding wall. The momentary disorientation caused by this unexpected strike granted Lan Sizhui a fleeting fraction of time to respond. With the fluidity and poise reminiscent of a leopard in motion, Lan Sizhui launched himself onto the embedded sword, transforming it into an impromptu launchpad. Ascending into the air, he beckoned forth his sword through sheer force of will, the weapon materializing seamlessly into his outstretched hand. In an awe-inspiring display of seamless motion, Lan Sizhui descended upon the undead, his actions a masterful symphony harmonizing controlled strength and agile finesse. His blade sliced through the atmosphere with a harmonious swish, leaving in its wake a glistening, ephemeral trail of silver brilliance. Guided by unparalleled mastery, each calculated strike of his sword targeted the undeads vulnerabilities with unwavering accuracy, orchestrating an intricate and deadly dance of precision.