From The Ashes Of The Past We Will Rise

✨️ Chapter 19 ✨️

The last day of the competition arrived with a stiff and uncomfortable air around it. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had been holding themselves back since they discovered that someone tried to hurt their children during the hunt. When they showed them the arrow and they saw the clan color, they wanted nothing but to shed the culprit to shreds it was only their children keeping them at bay that prohibited them from doing so.

Wen Rouhan, Mingjue, and Huaisang did not know what to make of the hostile air that permitted around the couple, and they weren't the only ones. Some of the other sect leaders felt it, too, and it made them a little cautious. It's not that the couple is challenging anyone or giving them death glares. No, it is the fact that the usually smiling Wei Wuxian were sporting a deep and angry frown on his normally cool and happy face and that, for some reason, made them hell of a lot causes.

Huaisang, as much as he was curious to know what could have happened to bring on the change in mood in the couple, refrain himself from asking. His keen eyes did not pick up anything from the obvious, and usual suspects as well and he came to the conclusion that something must have happened between the first day of the hunt until now but what it is he does not know and it did not sit right with him. Who could have angered these two so much that even their body language were screaming. Death.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian's eyes bored into the culprit as they looked at him their bodies were slightly shaken from holding back their anger and the urge to kill. Today is the last day, and the clinging of swords could be heard from the grounds below. A slight movement caught their attention, and they saw their eldest waking into the ring for her first fight. They relaxed slightly as their attention turned towards the ring and their daughter, and they were not the only ones as everyone's started to pay full attention to the fight that's about to start.

Li Jing walked into the ring and took her place opposite her opponent. Right now, she looks like the spitting image of her father, Lan Wangji. Her face was close of, and her eyes were cold, and her lips were pulled into a thin line. Her wolf and alpha were scratching on the surface, demanding to be let free and spill blood, but she kept him back as she glared with a cold look at the man standing in front of her. Jiang Wayin, who equally looked at her with a hateful and angry glare.

Madame Yu sat with a satisfied smirk on her face, thinking to herself.

'Finally know you will be shown your place with that arrogant bastard as well.'

Huaisang, for the first time, saw the couple relax slightly as two identical smiles grazes their lips.

'What is going on here?.'

He thought to himself and gave his head a slight shake before returning his attention back to the field.

Li Jing pulled something from her sleeve, and everyone held their breaths anxious to see what it could be because they, as of yet, had not seen any of the four teenagers with a sword in their hands. They did not have to wait long before she flipped open the fan that she had pulled from a sleeve. It was a plain white ivory fan that she held at her side.

"Can't afford a sword. Do you think you can beat me with that?."

Jiang Wayin said with a taunting voice, but Li Jing did not reply. The instructor gave the go a head and stepped out of their way. As soon as he did, Li Jing infused just enough spiritual energy into her fan, turning it instantly into a weapon.

They started to circle each other slowly. Li Jing gracefully places one foot in front of the other without taking her eyes off her opponent. The sour scent of lotus seeds invaded her nose, and she scrunched her nose as the smell it her nose. It smells of anger and resentment. They came to stop opposite each other again, and Jiang Wayin were the first to move and launched himself forward the tip of his sword aiming for her throat.