The Lan Institute, NY was a replica of the one at Suzhou, the same infrastructure and plan. The only difference was that Christopher Landon was in charge instead of Lan Zhouchen.
"How many Lan Institutes are there in the world?" Ian asked his husband.
"There are around a dozen of them, each with its own specialization. The one at Suzhou specializes in Music therapy. The New York branch in psychotherapy and acupuncture. The general treatment provided here follows international guidelines but the option for alternative treatments is also presented. " Lan Zhan explained.
Ian's body was ready to accept another set of therapy. Christopher awaited them in his chamber. Ian insisted on roaming around a bit before entering hypnosis. "Are you avoiding something, Wei Ying?" Lan Zhan finally asked.
"You read me too well," Ian countered.
"Tell me," Lan Zhan ordered.
"Well, you know the facts. It's there in the Lan History - the Yunmeng massacre and the murder of Jiang Fiangmian and Madame Yu. I got to see it first hand in the last session. I also realized why Wei Wuxian, I mean my former self, became the grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. I just don't remember the how. I remember the part where Wen Qing, a famous doctor of the Wen Clan agreed to transplant my golden core to Jiang Cheng, because he was too broken on losing his core at Wen Zhuliu's hand. It was a painful procedure but it was my decision to return Jiang Shushu's favor of bringing me up. But then I got captured by the Wen's and I was without my core. They threatened to throw me into the Yiling Burial Mounds. That's when I got out last day. I think the key to the cultivation of resentment lies in there but I don't want to face it," Wei Ying confessed.
"I started cultivating resentment energy soon after the Nightless City Massacre. I had to because my core was infected and if I did not learn how to regulate the resentment energy my core would have been completely destroyed. If you don't want to re-live those memories I can simply teach you what I know," Lan Zhan offered.
Wei Ying shook his head. "I need to go through this. May be some of my fears lay there. I need to stop living in fear," he insisted.
Lan Zhan nodded, led Wei Ying to Christopher's therapy lounge. "I'll be with you always," he promised.
The session started with the regular hypnosis. It was Ian's third time undergoing the procedure. "Who are you?" Christopher asked at regular intervals.
"I am Wei Wuxian, Yiling LaoZu" Ian finally said.
"Where are you?" Christopher asked.
"I am in my home, the Demon subduing cave," he replied.
"Go back further. Talk about your first time in the Burial Mounds" Lan Zhan took over.
"Where are you now?" Christopher asked.
"I am in the Burial Mounds," Ian whispered.
"Why are you whispering?" Lan Zhan asked.
"They can hear me. They know I am here but as long as I don't disturb them they are willing to let me be," Ian explained.
"Are you referring to the spirits?" Christopher asked with wide eyes.
"Yes. They are everywhere. They are waiting for me to die. I can feel their resentment boring into my flesh. I can't fight it," he described.
"How long have you been in this place?" Lan Zhan asked.
"Three days," Ian whispered back.
"Move forward two weeks," Lan Zhan instructed.
"It's been two weeks inside the Burial Moind", Ian responded.
"Wei Ying, what is going on around you?" Lan Zhan asked .
"The resentment is still seeping into me. I have been meditating and have been able to store it in my Dantian. There's enough space to store all the resentment energy but I need to focus to keep it in. I am highly unstable right now," he explained.
"Are you able to form a Yin core?" Christopher asked.
"No. The Yin inside my Dantian is extremely volatile." Ian explained.
"Move one month forward." Lan Zhan instructed.
"Six weeks inside the Burial Mounds. What do you want?" Ian shouted.
"How are you controlling the Yin Energy?" Christopher asked.
"Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan," Ian started to chant.
"I'm here Wei Ying. How are you holding?" Lan Zhan interrupted.
"Lan Zhan," Ian screamed, "Lan Wangji", he shouted again, "It was too much. I couldn't take it any more. I wanted to sleep. I remembered the tune you used to put me to sleep. I was ready to sleep. But what do you know, even the Yin responds to your tune. It crept back, as if it was afraid of your light. I could take a breath of fresh air for the first time in weeks. I found an old hollow bamboo and made a dizi out of it. My mother used to play one. There's no music in Lotus Pier but music is the key to dealing with resentment energy. You are the key to the resentment in me. Faced with that pristine face of yours I can't bear to hold any resentment in me. You make me happy Lan Zhan. The fact that I could breathe the same air as you makes my life worth it," Ian confessed.
Lan Zhan took a deep breath to steady himself. "You are worth far more. Can you move forward by six weeks?" He requested softly.
"Lan Zhan," Ian called out.
"Yes Wei Ying. I am here. What's going on." Lan Zhan asked.
"I have strayed from the orthodoxy. I am an abomination of all things you believe in. But I had to do it, Lan Zhan. I did it to survive. I did it because I need to have more time, if not to be your friend then to be your enemy. That I can conceive, you and me, facing each other. But there will no longer be a sword between us. I will never be able to wield Suibian. Only your Wangji and my Chenqing." A melancholic Ian responded.
"Where are you now?"Lan Zhan asked.
"I am in the burial mound. I have managed to siphon most of the resentment into a metal piece on which I engraved several talismans to seal it- the Stygian Tiger Seal. That and my Chengqing and I am in control again. The worst is over. But I know that the path I walk on is demonic. I have a mission to fulfill though. I want to avenge Jiang Shushu. I will avenge my core. I will take revenge on the Wen's for taking away my chances of being your friend." Ian vowed.
"You will Wei Ying. Now come back to me," Lan Zhan urged.
"But Hanguangjun," Christopher objected.
"No more. I know the rest. I've lived the rest. Wei Ying needs to recuperate from this ordeal. I trust that you will take good care of him," Lan Zhan pointed.
Christopher nodded and bowed. Wei Ying continued to chant unconsciously, "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan".
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Hanguangjun- The Waiting
Fanfic[SLOW UPDATE] A Wangxian fan fiction inspired by the books, the TV series and other fanfictions. Modern day Suzhou, formerly Gusu Zhou boasts of many things. But amidst the ruins of an abandoned hill it hides a secret-an ancient power waiting to be...
