Red Strings of Connections

Chapter 48 Xu Xuan Town

MDZS Fanfic

Red Strings of Connections

ARC 3 Chapter 48

Xu Xuan Town

The strength of the sandstorm that carrying the party of youth cultivators should have been enough to send them to any location of the desert, enough to separate them from each other, but this doesn't occur as O Zhangyao and Lan Wangji uses their sturdy strings to wrap all of them to each other while letting the sandstorm to keep carrying them.

No one knows if this is the right one that they were waiting for, but it's do or die.

They are making sure too not to speak at all, nor even open their mouth, they don't even have free hands to cover their ears, so while they keep close their eyes only their ears freely letting some sand particles to enter. The inside of the clothes is also not safe, either way, they just have to endure this.

They don't know or rather they didn't really think of how long they have been inside the sandstorm or how long they still will be inside, yet during this struggle, the cultivators decided to meditate instead to calm their minds, not wasting their spiritual energy too much.

Either if it's a good move or bad, it doesn't matter anymore actually.

Soon... they found themselves falling, O Zhangyao and Lan Wangji have been long releasing the tight hold of their strings.

They're about to meet the ground of sand, but a black smoke catches them and gently lay them down.

It was resentful spirits called upon by Li Yang.

If Wei Wuxian uses his flute for purification, Li Yang uses his Sheng to calls and control resentful energy and resentful spirits.

With their safe landing, Li Yang stops playing his Sheng and smile.

"You gotten accustomed in controlling resentful spirits."

"I am. Thanks to Ying-gege's Sheng."

The Sheng made by Wei Wuxian who used a mysterious material from mysterious place, that he never once reveal to anyone. He once said though that that instrument is specially made to call and sent Li Yang's thoughts on those he calls. Using it won't hurt him, it also serving as his barrier against from anything that would corrupt him.

A perfect weapon for someone who took up this cultivation path, and only Li Yang has it.

Li Yang hides his sheng inside his qiankun sleeve, while jogging towards Wei Wuxian who is still unconscious in Lan Wangji's arms.

"How's Ying-gege, Zhan-gege?"

"He has fever..."

"Yes he has. But is he okay other than that?"

Lan Wangji begun to dust off the sand that stick to unconscious lad, nodding his head to confirm Li Yang's concern. By that the youngest cultivator sigh in relief, O Zhangyao and Cong Zhuliu felt relief as well by hearing this.

"How long does he have a fever?"

"Since this morning."

"Medicine?"

"Already took one, but it has no effect at all, and it was made by Uncle Juan too."

Lan Wangji didn't say any response at all, and only hold Wei Wuxian's head close to his chest, while continuing dusting him off. On the other hand, the others are taking care of themselves.

The trio cultivators scan their surroundings, searching for any signs of town or oasis, but no luck as it was very same scenery before that sandstorm swallowed them.