Untamed Feeling ( wangxian )

chapter fifty 🫰

If she were another girl of the same age, she would've started screaming immediately. However, since A-Qing had feigned being blind for so many years, a lot of people had put down their guard in front of her, believing that she couldn't see. She was used to seeing the more sickening sides of people, which had hardened her heart.

Even so, Wei WuXian could feel the numbing stiffness that travelled upward from the bottom of her legs.

Standing amid numerous villagers' corpses that lay scattered on the ground, Xiao XingChen sheathed his sword and spoke in a solemn voice, "How can it be that there isn't a single living person inside this village? That all of them are walking corpses?"

“What’s the point of asking such a question when he himself killed all those people?!” one of the low-level cultivators spat furiously, glaring at the screen.

“He must’ve been tricked by that Xue Yang,” Nie Huaisang argued, his usually playful expression replaced by rare seriousness. If Xiao XingChen could risk his life to save strangers without a second thought, then how could he ever harm innocent people?

Sect Leader Chang sneered, his gaze shifting to Nie Mingjue. “Sect Leader Nie, your brother’s really naïve. Can’t he see that Xiao XingChen is a danger to ordinary people like us?”

Wei Wuxian’s lips curved faintly as he glanced between Sect Leader Chang and the timid Huaisang, who had instinctively shrunk behind his brother’s imposing figure to escape the accusing stares.

Wei Wuxian was about to speak up in Nie Huaisang’s defense, but stopped by Sizhui, " Don't waste your breath— Some people can never change or understand us, no matter what you say or do." Wei Wuxian hesitated, his gaze flickering back to Nie Huaisang, Sizhui added calmly "Let time hit them with the reality."

Xue Yang smiled, but the voice that came out of his mouth sounded extremely confused, even somewhat pained, "Yeah. Good thing that your sword points at corpse energy on its own. Or else, with just the two of us, it would've been very difficult to break through."

Xiao XingChen, "Let's examine the village again. If there really isn't anyone left, then let's burn these corpses as soon as possible."

After they walked side-by-side into the distance, some strength finally returned to A-Qing's legs. She sneaked out from behind the house to where the piles of corpses were and glanced around on the ground. Wei WuXian's viewpoint oscillated as well.

All of these villagers were killed by sharp, clean pierces through the heart, done by Xiao XingChen's sword. Suddenly, Wei WuXian saw a few familiar faces.

A few pieces of memory ago, the three of them went outside one day and came upon a few men who had too much free time on their hands, playing dice at a the crossroad of a village. As the three passed the village, the men glanced up and saw a blind man, a blind girl, and a boy who limped, they all laughed and pointed. A-Qing spat at them and brandished her bamboo pole; Xiao XingChen walked passed calmly, as if he didn't hear anything; Xue Yang even smiled, although his eyes held no trace of any amusement.

A-Qing flipped over quite a few corpses. Opening their eyelids, she saw that all of them had white eyes. She let out a sigh of relief, but Wei WuXian's heart sunk even lower.