The Rise of the Divine Oracle

Chapter 147 - Winner

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A/N:

I will be taking a 10 day break from updating.

I hope you guys are safe and please enjoy this chapter.

Lots of love,

Blaksalt

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Wuxian loved silent moments like this. He had his head on Wangji's shoulder and his arms around the taller man's waist. Wangji hugged him back and placed small kisses on the side of his neck and shoulder as they stood in their room, preparing themselves for this eventful day. Wuxian loved how warm his soul-bond is, how emotionally giving and mentally accepting he is. Everything about Wangji feels like it was there for Wuxian's sake and he feels his soul sings in joy every time they're in each other's embrace.

The Archery Competition was restructured to fit in one day.. today. Many people have traveled to join the competition which surprised Wuxian. He thought people hated him since most of them still view him as the Yiling Patriarch rather than the Divine Oracle. A soft knock on the door forced Wuxian to lean back and break the prolonged embrace. Wangji fixed a few of Wuxian's stay hairs and whispers: "Whatever happens, don't let go of my hand."

Wuxian smiles at him and nods.

Liang enters the room and asks: "Are you ready?"

Wuxian swallows hard and takes Liang's extended hand..

'They found themselves at the edge of the city this time. Liang looks around but doesn't know what he's searching for. Wuxian felt his eyes wander to a man sitting at a restaurant table a few paces away from them. He tugs Liang's hand and they approach the stranger. Wuxian stares at the man for a few seconds then whispers: "That's him. That's Biming." Liang takes a closer look and says: "I haven't seen this man before. I don't think it's a face of a city resident." Wuxian watched the faceless man eat in silence: "He probably took advantage of the amount of people flooding the city and used a stranger's face to blend in without a hassle." Liang nods, trying his best to remember every inch of the man's new face. When he feels the hand in his start to shake, he immediately lets go.'

Wuxian lost his balance and was about to crash to the ground but Wangji caught him and supported his weight until he regained his bearing. Wuxian takes a few deep breaths and says to Liang: "Good luck."

Liang smiles at him: "Don't worry. We will get the job done."

Wuxian watches him leave then he turns to Wangji: "We haven't even left the inn yet and I'm already tired."

Wangji puts his arm around Wuxian's waist and guides him outside the inn. Everyone else already left to set up a secure area for Wuxian during the competition or to set up Liang's house to receive the faceless man. Wangji held his soul-bond close all the way to their destination and after a brief speech from the town council leader, the competition began. Leader Ziyang had his disciples watching Liwei as he posed as the fortune teller. They kept sending butterfly messengers with updates and he would inform them of any changes. A few hours into the competition, Biming showed up and the plan was on.

Wuxian squeezed Wangji's hand so hard that the older man felt his fingers go numb. He leaned and whispered to his mate: "Calm down. Everything will be alright. They have good backup and Liwei will do a good job."

Wuxian took a few deep breaths and tried his best to concentrate on the competition before him. Half an hour later, a butterfly messenger arrives signaling that Biming has left and that they have the prophecy book. Wuxian let out a long sigh as the tension in his body left and he smiled at Wangji: "It worked."