The Untamed 2: The Unlikely Hero -Book 1-3

2. Gusu

GUSU

The swirling mists of Cloud Recesses filled the lungs of Wei Wuxian as he breathed in deeply stretching his arms to the sky. The morning sun had already risen several hours ago. The Gusu Lan sect's rigid rules of waking up at 5am and going to bed at 9pm had not rubbed off on him one bit and he still woke late in the day.Wei Wuxian twirled the small black flute, Chenqing around his fingers as he smiled to himself.

It had been almost a month since the events at Guanyin temple, where Jin Guanyao's evil plots were exposed. He was killed and Nie Huaisang had somehow plotted the whole discovery, resulting in Wei Wuxian returning from the grave. Lan Wanji had invited him back to the Gusu Lan Sect after the ordeal. At first Wei Wuxian had refused but he just couldn't seem to leave the beautiful twin jade alone.

Wei Wuxian had settled well into the Gusu Lan sect though, for the most part.He had taken up teaching some of the younger disciples, much to the chagrin of Lan Qiren, his uncle and previous head of the Gusu Lan sect. Lan Wangji had finally convinced Lan Qiren that Wei Wuxian had been a great teacher to the younger inner disciples when he was disguised as Mo Xuanyu, so why would it be any different now? His logic had finally swayed the stubborn Lan Qiren and he had been teaching them for the past few weeks.

The younger disciples had always loved how relaxed and easy to talk with Wei Wuxian it was. He had always had incredibly useful information about all types of cultivation, and the longer he had taught the more and more his inventions, spells and talismans began to be a part of the Gusu Lan sect.

Lan Qiren hated it though. He would always pick on him as often as possible. Either by pissed off glances, angry humphs while at meals, or when he observed training.

Wei Wuxian began to slowly tap his nose as he pondered to himself. Speaking of training. It had been several days since he had sent the boys off on that night hunt. Lan Wanji and himself had sent Sizihui and Jin Ling off for a night hunt in response to some reports of a demon terrorizing villages and killing. Always in sets of three.

Those boys have been gone for much longer than they should have been.

He had long suspected that there was some type of demon lying low, but the number 3 was odd. That, and they had suddenly gotten a slew of requests to have the Gusu Lan sect look into these mysterious disappearances and deaths, just within the last month.

As soon as Sizhui overheard Lan Wanji and himself discussing it one night, the boy immediately offered to look into it. Of course since Sizihui had volunteered, Jin Ling had volunteered as well. Those two boys were inseparable from each other. Jin Ling had made every excuse in the book to visit the Gusu Lan Sect as possible.

Wei Wuxian's chest seemed to instantly warm and swell with pride thinking of the two. They really had come far in their cultivation as well.

Jin Ling was surely a spoiled brat, but he had a huge heart, protected by his fierce mouth. Sizhui was the complete opposite. He had the kindest gentlest soul, yet was fiercely loyal, and always saw the best in people no matter where they came from, or who they were.

Wei Wuxian tutted to himself, smiling in a wide grin as he started to walk from his and Lan Wanji's house, Jingshi. It was time to see what everyone was up to, breakfast sounded amazing right now.

A large commotion began to reach his ears as he came closer to the main hall, Mingshi. Something wasn't right either, a strange aura was coming from somewhere nearby. Wei Wuxian frowned and quickly made his way to Mingshi where the source of the commotion was coming from. Usually this was where they took evil spirits or captured spirits to be cleansed.

He had just begun to enter the door to Mingshi when he noticed a thick feeling in the air. Almost like being on the edge of a giant bubble. As soon as he turned the corner and saw what was causing the strange energy, he froze in the doorway.