[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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──❝Unfathomable Encounters❞──
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Wei Wuxian averted his gaze from the apple, a testament to precision, still firmly nestled within the tree, held in place by the arrow's mark. Swiftly transitioning, he assumed his Ludacris persona, the change in demeanor unfolding like a theatrical transformation, a seamless shift into a different facet of his character. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me," he cried in a high-pitched voice. "You captured my donkey, and now you wanna kill me?" he cried furiously. His mind echoed with maniacal laughter as he leveled an accusatory finger at the yellow-clad youth. In the realm of audacious conduct, Wei Wuxian was a virtuoso, constantly testing the limits of those in his orbit, and Jin Ling was no exception to his boundary-pushing ways.
Jin Ling's initial shock morphed swiftly into disdain as he stared, his mouth twitching with disdainful reproach. "It's you," he glowered at him with narrowed eyes. The boy's countenance bore a fleeting trace of familiarity upon beholding Mo Xuanyu, as if an elusive memory stirred beneath the surface. It stood to reason, considering Mo Xuanyu's ties as a past disciple of the Lanling Jin Clan; chances were high for prior interactions between him and Jin Ling. Nevertheless, the subtle contempt etched in Jin Ling's gaze hinted at a history far from amiable, implying that their previous encounters had left an unpleasant imprint on the young Jin's perception.
Little did Jin Ling realize, he stood in the presence of Wei Wuxian, his essence now housed within the vessel of Mo Xuanyu's form. The weight of Wei Wuxian's historical deeds cast a solemn shadow upon all present, an enduring gloom that loomed over the collective consciousness, its tendrils reaching far beyond Jin Ling's own existence, seeping through time long before his arrival into the world. For now, oblivious to the immense burden he bore, his youthful innocence sheltered him from the heavy legacy of his uncle's past. Wei Wuxian fixed his gaze on him, lips slightly parted in astonishment. "What? You lost your memory after you were driven away? You don't even recognize our coat of arms?" Jin Ling asked incredulously, trudging away.
"From what he says, Mo Xuanyu must belong to Jin Clan too," Wei Wuxian tugged back the fabric of his sleeve, revealing the intricately woven coat of arms emblazoned upon it. His keen eyes traced the elements, recognizing their unmistakable affiliation with the esteemed Jin Clan of Lanling. The revelation resonated seamlessly within his understanding, fitting snugly into the narrative of his observations. Another notion dawned on him. Could Jin Ling truly be the offspring of Jin Guangshan? The prospect lingered, an undeniable possibility that Wei Wuxian couldn't dismiss. "Does that mean his father is...The Leader of Jin Clan, Jin Guangshan?" he asked himself with incredulously. As the revelation settled in, Wei Wuxian's mind spun with its implications. Should Jin Ling truly be Jin Guangshan's son, it would elucidate the young man's privileged upbringing.
"Hey, what are you saying over there?" Jin Ling cut him off sharply. His temperament was curt, lacking tolerance for aimless conversation. Anticipating a response, his furrowed brows revealed his impatience, and his voice edged with clear irritation as he cast a scowl in the other's direction. 'At the First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Jiang Cheng ranked first; Jin Guangshan must have been second. How hilarious that I've got this bastard son's body now!' Wei Wuxian drew a sharp breath. Things seemed more complicated than he had initially thought. Being in Mo Xuanya's body has been nothing short of a rollercoaster of emotions and revelations.
