The Rise of the Divine Oracle

Chapter 110 - He Keeps Me Warm

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Zewu Jun was enjoying a very calm morning. The clan leaders are scheduled to arrive tomorrow. Things haven't been great for the last few days. Wuxian was stabbed five days ago and the three invaders they had in custody refused to talk other than express their displeasure over Wuxian's continued existence. From what Zewu Jun was able to get from them, they are a faction of the hidden Shenhua Clan that believed that Wuxian was a false oracle. They broke off their ties and their sole mission is to terminate the imposter posing as the chosen savior. Zewu Jun didn't even bother to correct them. He saw the murderous look on his brother's face and had them taken away before Wangji snapped.

He looked at the plate of sweet snacks currently at his table and smiled. Healer Shi made this for him and had it sent to his room during his tea time. He felt his heart sing with joy over the prospect of sharing a life with this amazing woman.

The healer has been super busy with Wuxian for the past few days and he hasn't seen her much. This was her way of reaching out and he plans to eat every piece to show his gratitude. He took a bite of the delicious looking snack and paused: 'Dear heavens! What is this? I've eaten poison that tasted better than this!'

He was stuck between swallowing it whole without chewing or spitting it out. Turns out his future wife is worse at cooking than Wuxian. He chuckled to himself while shaking his head: 'I guess I will be doing the cooking in the future just like my brother.'

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt something crawling over his lap. His heart leaps in panic for a second until he sees the white snake. Da Ziran slithers up his body to his ear and whispers into his mind: "Help us."

Zewu Jun shakes his head thinking he imagined the surreal voice. Da Ziran tries again: "Zewu Jun, help us."

The wise brother gently stokes Da Ziran's body and asks: "Are you speaking to me?"

The snake: "Yes. You need to hurry."

Zewu Jun stands and hastily makes his way out: "Where are we going?"

The snake: "The young Oracle needs you."

At the mention of Wuxian, Zewu Jun breaks into a run: 'Why is the snake asking for my help? Where is Wangji?'

He makes his way into the Quiet Room and stops in his track at the sight that greeted him. Wuxian was sitting in his bed, using a dagger to slowly cut off chunks of his golden hair. The moment a strand is severed, it is regenerated for him to cut it once more.

Zewu Jun rushes in and grabs his hand to stop this madness: "What are you doing!"

Wuxian tiredly pushes his hand away and continues to cut more of his hair. Zewu Jun grabs the knife, yanks it out of his hand and throws it at the other side of the room.