A Way to Heal

Part 89

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"A-die...", Lan SiZhui's voice broke just by watching his father. Lan WangJi was still sitting in that exact position. His hands still curled and posture a little bent to accommodate another person in them, though the said person was not in his arms at that moment. 2 years or 20 years, Lan WangJi still felt the chill running down his spine, just by thinking of what Wei Wuxian has endured. What they showed was just the tip of an iceberg.

"A-die...", He slid to WangJi's side. The moment SiZhui put his hand on Lan WangJi's shoulder he saw a drop of tear falling down and disappearing in the folds of his pristine robe.

There was a lot to ask. But now watching the one who raised him, the one who never bent his head down to anyone, crumbling, Lan SiZhui felt the words getting stuck in his throat. He was feeling weak and vulnerable as he hugged Lan WangJi and instantly SiZhui felt his father's hands wrapping on him spreading a warmth in his heart, which he is very well accustomed to.

"There was something wrong. He was always tired and sluggish every time he came back from fight with the fierce corpse"

"Yes.. I remember.. but A-Xian never let us check on him"

YanLi looked at them talking about her brother. The fondness in their voice was too much for her to grasp.

"A-Qing had to threaten him to get him agree to take medicines"

"And we thought it was because of the backlash of his cultivation method"

At this moment more than anything else she wished for her to be alive. She wanted to console them, both of her brothers. She wanted to tell them it's not their fault. She wanted them to lie in her lap so she could tell them how precious they are, how precious their bond was, just like in the past.

Concurrently, Lan Jingyi and Jin Ling who were sitting next to Jiang Cheng and Lan XiChen were shocked at the outburst of their seniors right in front of them.

With the sudden revelation The juniors were traumatized. Though they are not as experienced as others with them, as cultivators they know the importance of the golden core very much. The life of a cultivator was pretty much revolving around this golden globe of energy. Having them taken out of your body, that too voluntarily was something they couldn't even think of.

The power of fire a cultivator possesses through meditation and cultivation was the fountain of attaining the ultimate goal which is immortality. So the Golden core was not just the source of energy but also the root of immortality.

How can a cultivator give up on their golden core? Not just anyone, a talented and proven fighter like Wei Wuxian, how could he ? How selfless a person has to be to give up on their life source?

Unknowingly their hands travelled to their abdomen resting right above the core. The warmth and comfort this shining ball could provide was beyond words. It was the greatest armament they had and A life without it... they felt a tug in their heart just by thinking of it.

JingYi looked at the two people, throwing arguments back and forth. In a very minimal voice he could gather he called out for his Sect leader. It took a moment for Lan XiChen's brain to register this, who was equally pondering over this news but gradually he responded with a nod.

"Is ... is it really mmm really possible?", Jingyi asked. "Our core can really be exchanged?"

Lan XiChen was still skeptical about this theory, even though the living examples were laid before him.

"It seems so", he said the most appropriate answer he had in mind. "It is the first time...", leaning back on the rock, to support his body, Lan XiChen looked at the man who somehow made a way into his heart. Jiang Cheng was shattered and his entire body was trembling, just like the first time he got to know this truth.