My Little Devil BL (The Untamed/Advancing Bravely/Guardian/HIStory3)

Chapter 23- The Yiling Patriarch

Ye Zun jumped off the bench and ran towards Shen Wei. When he saw the boy, he too gasped and instinctively bowed his head.

Everyone knew the Yiling Patriarch. Parents would teach their children about the infamous villian in hope that they stay far from his evil ways.

"That's the Yiling Patriarch," they would point to horrible cartoons drawn by people who had never seen him, with miserable teeth and straggled hair, "He's the most evil cultivator ever! He had no parents and was always hated by everyone who met him. Full of anger, he turned to the dark energies and ended up killing thousands of people with his ghost army and general, the evil, Wen Ning!" They would tell their children and watched as they huddled with fear from the scary drawing.

If only the children knew how beautiful Wei WuXian really was, with his striking features and gorgeous smile. If only the young mistresses who whispered about his dirty ways had seen his face, they would of crumbled to the floor with desire, offering themselves to him.

Standing next to him in the dark corridor was Wen Ning, who they didn't notice until he moved. Shen Wei instantly transformed into the Soul Reaper when he saw his innocent face. You were not go be fouled by Wen Ming's innocent way he blinked his eye lashes or the way he shuffled when he walked, the boy was a dangerous tool, the Ghost General.

Wei WuXian didn't seem to care. He slowly walked towards the two and stared them in the eye. Then he grinned like a child, shocking both of them to their cores. When he smiled, he seemed like the most loving and innocent child, like a little boy who just received a toy.

"I assume you are Shen Wei, the Soul Reaper and this is your brother the infamous Ye Zun." He spoke informally, twisting his flute causally between his fingers, like he had no care for their identities.

Shen Wei shuddered. Whilst Wei WuXian looked charming and sweet, they both knew that they were hardly a fair match against him and Wen Ning.

"Your not going to say hello?" Wei Ying could tell that they were trembling from fear and that amused but also troubled him.

13 years ago he had died by the hands of the other cultivators. In 13 years the world had changed so much, not only that, he was surprised that he reawoke in his original body, 13 years younger than he would be now if he didn't die.

13 years ago, Cloud Recesses was instead of this town. Little did he know how the cultivation groups fought and how the sects crumbled after he died. Once Lan Qiren died from a heart attack, Lan XiChien refused to become the new leader in such a torn world, instead taking a bunch of people who were so devoted to him and acted as a travelling group of cultivators. They were the last main group of the cultivation world to remain. Children went to main, public schools and the supernatural's hid their identities instead.

This was all a massive shock to Wei Ying. He had awoken a few weeks ago and had searched for his sect high and low. Nobody knew what the strangely dressed and beautiful boy wanted.

"Jiang?" They would question when repeating his brother's name. "We don't know what you mean son, there are no cultivators left." Only the older generation knew of the cultivators, since they only came out at night, clearing the waters of ghouls.

Wei Ying was about to give up hope, bitterly cursing his fate to have been reborn in a world without his loved ones. He aimessly wandered around, too depressed to play his flute, only stealing the food he needed to survive.

One night, whilst Wei Ying was nicking a soft, hot roll from a stand in the market, he wasn't careful enough and the owner caught him and set his dog after him.

Wei Ying panicked and began to run as fast as he can, knocking over crates and people as he ran. He flapped his arms wildly, drawing attention from onlookers as he ran into the side streets and began to stumble through the outskirts of the town and into the forest. Thinking that the dog was out of sight he turned around, but the dog stood there, glaring at Wei Ying, his tongue hanging out and panting.