Chapter 2 II

Chapter Summary:

Seeing the silence of the four major families, and the suppressed expressions of those behind them who wanted to speak but couldn't, Xiao Niangui sneered and continued:

"Resurrection..."

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Seeing the silence of the four major families, and the suppressed expressions of those behind them who wanted to speak but couldn't, Xiao Niangui sneered and continued:

"Those who are resurrected can indeed leave, but not all of them..."

She deliberately dragged out the sound, and Lan Xichen asked on behalf of everyone, "What do you mean?"

"I will make you empathize, and those who can't persevere in empathy..."

Her gaze suddenly turned dangerous.

"...vanished into thin air."

"This applies even to those who are still alive."

Seeing the wide-eyed stares, Xiao Niangui kindly lifted the silencing. As soon as he could speak, the entire space erupted in chaos.

"Why should we empathize?!"

"Exactly, why should we go through what other people go through?"

"You witch, let us out!"

...

"Heh." Xiao Niangui chuckled softly, drowning out all the discussions and protests. "After watching the film, you will understand why I wanted you to empathize."

"Alright everyone, please take your seats according to your names."

Xiao Niangui waved his hand, and different family crests and their respective names appeared on the ground, with the four major families in front and the smaller families behind.

Jin Ling blushed slightly upon glancing at the scene. The four major clans were arranged in a pentagon with him at the center. To his left front were Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng, to his right front were Lan Jingyi, Lan Sizhui, and Lan Xichen, to his right rear were Jin Zixuan and Jin Guangyao, to his left rear were Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, and directly behind were Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang.

Such a position, supported by the masses, is something that others wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Everyone: As expected, this is the ultimate case of connections...

Everyone present was determined not to provoke Young Master Jin Ling, no matter who they were dealing with.

The disciples of the four major families took their seats behind their respective clan leaders. Wen Qing, Wen Ning, and Yi Cheng took their seats behind Lan Wangji, but the red name on the side of Lan Wangji, which was interwoven with the nine-petaled lotus family crest, was still blank.

Seeing that everyone had sat down, Xiao Niangui snapped his fingers and then disappeared.

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

The four large characters appeared on the water screen, and the space was immediately filled with another uproar.

"As expected, it's Wei Wuxian again! He's up to no good!"

"Do you want us to see how he wreaks havoc on the Jiang family and the cultivation world?!"

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life with this devil!"

...

Will they bring disaster to the Jiang family? Or to the cultivation world?

The Jiang family members looked at Jiang Cheng with puzzled expressions. How did A-Xian/Senior Brother suddenly become a great demon who harms all living beings?

"Acheng, what's going on?"

Jiang Yanli looked at Jiang Cheng with a serious expression, which was uncommon for her.

Upon hearing the commotion behind him, Jiang Cheng's expression shifted from sunny to gloomy, gradually turning sinister.

"Enough!"

Jiang Cheng ignored his sister's question, instead gripping Zidian tightly, standing up, and swinging it backward with a roar. Only then did he realize that his spiritual power had been sealed away. Seeing him like this, everyone quickly checked their own golden cores, only to find that their golden cores were fine, but they couldn't use their spiritual power.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, to prevent you from fighting, spiritual power is banned in this space."

Xiao Niangui's voice suddenly rang out from the space. Everyone was indignant, but there was nothing they could do.

Rebirth First

"Wei Wuxian is dead. It's a great relief!"

The mass extermination of the mass grave had just ended, and before the second day had even arrived, the news had spread like wildfire throughout the entire cultivation world, even faster than the initial spread of the war.

For a time, everyone, from prestigious families to reclusive cultivators in the mountains, was discussing this encirclement and suppression operation led by the four major Xuanmen families and involving hundreds of other sects.

The Jiang family's fellow disciples exclaimed: What do you mean by "satisfying the people"?! How could their eldest brother be so universally condemned?!

"A-Cheng, what exactly happened? A-Xian... how could A-Xian... who killed him?"

Jiang Yanli pulled Jiang Cheng's hand, forcing him to look at her.

"Sister...keep watching." Jiang Cheng didn't know how to answer her, so he could only close his eyes and shake his head.

"Excellent! This is truly gratifying! Who is the renowned hero who personally killed the Yiling Patriarch?"

"Who else could it be? His junior brother, Jiang Cheng, the little Jiang sect leader. The four major clans of Yunmeng Jiang Clan, Lanling Jin Clan, Gusu Lan Clan, and Qinghe Nie Clan took the lead, putting righteousness before family, and wiped out Wei Wuxian's old lair, the Burial Mound."

"I have to say something fair: it was good to kill them."

Immediately, someone clapped and shouted in agreement: "That's right, well done! If it weren't for the Yunmeng Jiang Clan taking him in and nurturing him, Wei Ying would have been nothing more than a mediocre nobody wandering the countryside... What else could he have accomplished? The original Jiang Clan leader treated him like his own son, but he openly betrayed them, became an enemy of all the clans, disgraced the Yunmeng Jiang Clan, and even caused the Jiang family to be almost completely wiped out. What does it mean to be an ungrateful wretch? This is it!"

"Jiang Cheng actually let this guy run rampant for so long. If it were me, when Wei Wuxian defected, I wouldn't have just stabbed him once, but would have wiped him out of the sect. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the chance to do those heinous things later. What's the point of talking about fellow disciples, childhood sweethearts, and other sentimentalities with someone like that?"

"A Cheng?"

This time, all the members of the Jiang family turned to look at Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Fengmian also looked serious.

"What exactly is going on?"

Yu Ziyuan, who was standing to the side, noticed what was said afterward and spoke coldly: "What do you mean by openly defecting? What do you mean by causing the Jiang family to die tragically? How come I didn't know that there was such a thing when Lotus Pier was destroyed?"

Madam Yu's nickname "Purple Spider" wasn't given lightly; her stern questioning was even sharper than that of Jiang Fengmian, the sect leader.

After a moment of silence, a few people stammered out:

"Wasn't it Wei Wuxian who angered Wen Chao?"

"The Yiling Patriarch later cultivated the Ghost Path. If it weren't for him, how could the Qiongqi Path have ambushed and killed them, resulting in the massacre at Nightless City?"

Even if he died ten thousand times, it wouldn't be enough to atone for his sins!

...

Jiang Fengmian held down Yu Ziyuan's restless hand, suppressing his anger. Even if they had spiritual power, it wouldn't be enough to withstand so many people. Since Jiang Cheng said to continue watching, then so be it. They were all about to experience Wei Wuxian's life, and many things would soon become clear.

As everyone spoke, the water screen stopped playing. Seeing that the Jiang family members were silent, it resumed. Jiang Cheng, his gaze gloomy, lingered on the faces on the stopped screen, memorizing them. Once outside, he would show them what the consequences of gossiping behind their backs would be.

Oh, no, Xiao Niangui said it's about empathy, and they might not even be able to get out yet.

"But that's not what I heard. Didn't Wei Ying die because he suffered a backlash from practicing evil arts and was torn apart and devoured by his ghost generals? I heard he was bitten to pieces."

"Hahahaha... This is what you call karma. I've wanted to say this for a long time. The ghost generals he raised were like a pack of mad dogs that weren't leashed, biting people everywhere. In the end, they bit themselves to death. They deserved it!"

"That being said, if it weren't for Sect Master Jiang devising a plan based on the weaknesses of the Yiling Patriarch, it would be hard to say whether the siege of Burial Mound would have succeeded. Don't forget what Wei Wuxian had in his hands, and how more than three thousand renowned cultivators were wiped out in one night."

"Isn't it five thousand?"

"Three thousand or five thousand is about the same. I think five thousand is more likely."

"Truly insane and utterly depraved..."

Seeing this, Xue Yang, who had been silent all along, sneered from the back: "Hmph, I didn't know that three thousand and five thousand are about the same in your eyes?"

Xue Yang was known for his sharp tongue, and the person behind him was momentarily speechless, but someone quickly chimed in:

"You dare to say such a thing! You and the Yiling Patriarch are of the same ilk!"

"That's right, a thug who wiped out an entire family has no right to criticize us!"

...

Hearing the self-righteous words from behind, Jiang Fengmian, Lan Qiren, Qing Hengjun, Nie Mingjue, and the others sitting in the front felt a chill in their hearts. Three thousand and five thousand are almost the same—does someone who speaks such words deserve to be called a cultivator with the world in their heart?

"He destroyed the Yin Tiger Seal before he died, which can be considered as accumulating some good karma. Otherwise, leaving that evil thing to continue to harm the world would have been an even greater sin."

The moment the words "Yin Tiger Talisman" were uttered, a sudden silence fell, as if everyone was wary of something.

After a moment, one person sighed:

"Sigh... Speaking of Wei Wuxian, he was once a highly renowned young master from a prestigious family in the cultivation world, and he certainly had his share of achievements. He became famous at a young age, enjoying immense glory and freedom... How did he end up like this..."

The topic shifted, and discussions arose again.

"This shows that cultivation ultimately cannot be done without following the orthodox path. Those who follow evil and crooked ways may enjoy temporary glory and seem arrogant and remarkable, but what will their ultimate fate be?"

The words, spoken with absolute certainty, were: "He will be torn to pieces!"

"It's not entirely the cultivation path that's to blame. Ultimately, it's because Wei Wuxian's character is too poor, incurring the wrath of both heaven and man. As the saying goes, good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the cycle of karma is inevitable..."

"Aying, why did you cultivate the Ghost Path?" Jiang Fengmian pondered for a moment before asking.

Those who learned the truth at the Guanyin Temple that day remained silent, especially Jiang Cheng. This matter, which he had kept buried deep in his heart, was about to be brought up again. But what could he say? "Given my golden core so that I could cultivate?"

No, he couldn't say, anyway... this 'Heavenly Shadow'... will be released.

Seeing everyone's silence, Jiang Fengmian understood the seriousness of the matter and stopped asking questions.

After death, the final verdict is given. The content of the discussions is largely the same, and any slight dissenting voices are immediately suppressed.

However, a lingering shadow still hangs in everyone's heart.

Although Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch, had died at Burial Mound, his remnant soul could not be summoned after the deed was done.

His soul may have been devoured along with the myriad ghosts, or it may have escaped.

If it were the former, then naturally everyone would be overjoyed and the world would celebrate. However, the Yiling Patriarch possesses the power to overturn heaven and earth and move mountains and seas—at least that's what the rumors say. If he wanted to resist the summoning of souls, it wouldn't be difficult for him. Once his original spirit is restored and he is reborn by possessing another body, then the various schools of the Xuanmen sect and even the entire human world will surely face even more insane revenge and curses, plunging them into darkness and bloodshed.

Therefore, after placing 120 stone beasts to suppress the mountain on top of the mass grave, the major families began to conduct frequent soul-summoning rituals, while strictly investigating possession, collecting information on unusual phenomena in various places, and maintaining full vigilance.

The first year was peaceful and uneventful.

The following year, all was calm.

The third year was peaceful and calm.

...

In the thirteenth year, all was calm and peaceful.

At this point, more and more people finally believed that perhaps Wei Wuxian wasn't so great after all, and perhaps he really had perished.

Even if someone has once been able to turn the tide and control everything, they will eventually become the one whose fortunes are turned upside down.

No one can be forever enshrined on a pedestal; legends are just legends.

"Tch, in the end, you guys are just afraid of our senior brother. That's an easy way of putting it."

In the Jiang family camp, the youngest sixth junior brother couldn't help but purse his lips.

Upon seeing this, Lan Wangji lowered his eyes and looked at his hands. He had inquired about Wei Ying's whereabouts for thirteen years, but received no response. Wei Ying, did you really never consider coming back?

[Wildness Second]

Wei Wuxian had just opened his eyes when he was kicked.

A thunderclap exploded in my ears: "What are you pretending to be dead for?!"

He was kicked in the chest so hard he almost vomited blood. He landed on the back of his head, lying on his back, and in his dazed state, he thought: "Dare to kick this old ancestor? They've got some nerve."

Previously, Wei Wuxian had only lived in other people's mouths, and everyone had forgotten about the concept of empathy. Now, they were suddenly kicked, and coupled with Wei Wuxian's physical weakness at the time, they all collapsed.

Jiang Cheng rubbed his aching chest: You've really got some nerve, Ancestor!

Wei Wuxian hadn't heard a living person speak in who knows how many years, let alone such a loud and scathing rebuke. His head was spinning, and a young, hoarse voice echoed in his ears: "Don't you even think about whose land you live on, whose rice you eat, and whose money you spend! What's wrong with taking a few of your things? They should all be mine anyway!"

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of rummaging through drawers and cabinets and smashing things echoed from all around. After a long while, Wei Wuxian's eyes gradually cleared, and a dimly lit roof appeared in his vision. Above him, a face with slanted eyebrows and green eyes was spitting as it spoke: "You still dare to complain! You think I'm really afraid of you complaining? You think there's really anyone in this house who will stand up for you?"

Two burly men who looked like servants came over and said, "Young master, it's all smashed!"

The boy with the hoarse voice asked, "How come it's so fast?"

The servant said, "This dilapidated house didn't have many things to begin with."

The hoarse-voiced boy was very satisfied. He turned to Wei Wuxian, his index finger practically stabbing Wei Wuxian's nose into his forehead: "You had the guts to complain! Now you're playing dead for whoever you're trying to fool? As if nobody cares about your worthless scraps of metal and paper. I've smashed them all up, let's see what you'll use to complain next! You think you're so great after spending a few years in a powerful sect? You're still just a stray dog ​​that got chased back!"

The previous chapter was about rebirth, and now everyone present knows that this is the scene after Wei Wuxian's rebirth. Immediately, someone couldn't help but exclaim:

"Truly depraved and insane, actually resorting to possession!"

"They're ruthless killers, and even after they're dead, they still occupy other people's bodies."

...

Just now it was said that Wei Wuxian was reborn through possession, but the next paragraph will slap that statement in the face.

Wei Wuxian pondered, half-dead:

I have been dead for many years, and I am not faking it.

Who is this?

Where is this?

When did he ever do something like possession?

The hoarse-voiced boy had kicked people and smashed up the house, venting his anger to the fullest. He swaggered out the door with two servants, slamming the door and shouting, "Keep an eye on him! Don't let him come out and embarrass himself!"

The servants outside the door responded repeatedly. Once the people had gone far away and everything inside and outside the house had quieted down, Wei Wuxian tried to sit up, but his limbs wouldn't obey him, and he lay back down. He could only turn over, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings and the mess on the floor, still feeling dizzy.

There was a bronze mirror lying on the ground nearby. Wei Wuxian picked it up and looked at it. An unusually pale face appeared in the mirror, with two large, uneven, and asymmetrical red lumps on the left and right cheeks. If a long, bright red tongue were to stick out, it would look exactly like a hanged ghost.

Wei Wuxian threw the mirror aside in disbelief, wiped his face, and smeared white powder all over his hand.

Fortunately, this body wasn't born with unusual looks, just unusual taste. A grown man, actually covered his face in rouge and powder, and what's worse, he did it so ugly.

Startled, he regained some strength and managed to sit up. Only then did he notice a circular spell array beneath him. The array was crimson, irregularly shaped, and seemed to have been drawn by hand with blood as the medium. It was still damp and exuded a pungent stench. Twisted and chaotic incantations were drawn within the array. Some of them had been wiped away by his body, but the remaining images and words were sinister and malevolent. Wei Wuxian, having been called the Supreme Evil Lord and the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation for so many years, was naturally very familiar with this kind of array that was clearly not a good thing.

He didn't take someone else's body—he was given his body away!

The essence of "sacrifice" is a curse. The caster mutilates themselves with a weapon, cutting wounds on their body, using their own blood to draw arrays and incantations, and sits in the center of the array. They offer their body to an evil spirit, their soul returning to the earth, in exchange for summoning a wicked and malevolent ghost or deity, praying for the evil spirit to possess them and fulfill their desires. This is the complete opposite of "possession." Both are infamous forbidden arts, but the latter is less practical and popular than the former. After all, few desires are strong enough for a living person to willingly offer everything, so few people practice it, and it has almost been lost over the centuries. Ancient texts record only three or four documented cases over the past thousand years, and without exception, the desires of these three or four individuals were for revenge. The summoned ghosts perfectly fulfilled their desires in a cruel and bloody way.

The people who had just spoken were now choked with rage, unable to catch their breath. Yet they still tried to justify themselves:

"As expected, anyone who can bring back the Yiling Patriarch is no good."

Hearing Wei Wuxian's innocent three consecutive questions, coupled with his description of looking like a hanged ghost, the Jiang brothers, Jin Ling, and Lan Jingyi burst out laughing.

Of course, the latter silently swallowed his anger under the glare of his Lan master, his face turning red, almost making Lan Sizhui beside him think that this guy was about to choke to death in the next second.

Wei Wuxian was unconvinced.

How did he get classified as a "heinous evil spirit"?

Although his reputation was rather poor and his death was extremely gruesome, he neither haunted nor sought revenge. He swore that he would never find a more peaceful and law-abiding wandering ghost than himself!

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes: Someone offered their body to bring you back, and you still have so many questions.

However, upon hearing the last sentence, Jiang Cheng felt a sense of mockery.

He was a kind and honest ghost. Even with the combined efforts of both his clans, Lan Wangji and he couldn't find a trace of his soul. He was indeed a kind and honest ghost.

The tricky part is that the sacrifice is based on the caster's wishes. Even if the caster is unwilling... once the body is possessed, it is assumed that the two parties have reached a contract. The caster must fulfill the caster's wishes, otherwise the curse will backfire, and the possessed person will be destroyed and never be able to be reborn.

Wei Wuxian loosened his belt and examined his hands. Sure enough, both wrists were covered with gruesome wounds inflicted by sharp weapons. Although the bleeding had stopped, Wei Wuxian knew these were no ordinary wounds. If he didn't fulfill the original owner's wish, these wounds would never heal. The longer it dragged on, the worse they would become. If the deadline passed, he would be torn apart, soul and all, alive.

After confirming it was correct several times, Wei Wuxian mentally exclaimed "Outrageous!" ten times before finally managing to stand up, leaning against the wall.

Seeing this, Jiang Yanli looked anxiously at Lan Wangji. This self-sacrifice curse was so dangerous, so what harm might A-Xian have suffered?

Lan Wangji understood Jiang Yanli's meaning. He lowered his eyes slightly, unable to give Jiang Yanli an answer that would reassure her.

Although Wei Wuxian can now play the Chenqing flute and go night hunting, the aftereffects of his sacrificial offering are gradually becoming apparent. Every time Wei Wuxian uses the Chenqing flute during a night hunt, he inevitably suffers from excessive depletion of his energy. Meanwhile, Mo Xuanyu's spiritual energy is weak, and having a golden core is practically useless. Therefore, Wei Wuxian's body is constantly being depleted, and even though Lan Wangji forbids him from using the Chenqing flute and tries to replenish his body every day, it is to no avail.

The room was large, yet empty and shabby. The bedspread and quilt hadn't been washed in days, reeking of mildew. A bamboo basket, meant for throwing away trash, sat in the corner, recently kicked over, scattering dirty scraps of paper all over the floor. Wei Wuxian noticed ink stains on some of the crumpled papers, picked one up, unfolded it, and saw it was indeed covered in dense writing. He quickly gathered up all the crumpled papers from the floor.

The words on this paper must have been written by the body's owner to vent their frustrations. Some paragraphs were incoherent and rambling, and anxiety and tension emanated from the distorted handwriting. Wei Wuxian patiently read through each page, and the more he looked, the more he felt that something was very wrong.

Through a combination of guesswork and deduction, he roughly pieced together some information. First, the owner of this body was named Mo Xuanyu, and this place was called Mo Family Village.

Mo Xuanyu's maternal grandfather was a wealthy local family, but his clan was small and he was destined to have no sons. Despite years of diligent farming, he only had two daughters. The names of the two daughters were not mentioned, but the elder daughter was born to the principal wife and married into the family. Although the younger daughter was exceptionally beautiful, she was born to a servant, so the Mo family originally planned to marry her off casually. However, she had a remarkable encounter. At the age of sixteen, a wealthy man passed through the area and fell in love with her at first sight. The two made Mo Family Manor their secret rendezvous place, and a year later, the younger daughter gave birth to a son, Mo Xuanyu.

The people of Mo Family Village originally looked down on such things, but in those times, people revered immortals, and the Xuanmen families who cultivated immortality were seen as blessed by heaven, mysterious and noble. Moreover, the patriarch of the family would occasionally help and support his outer family, so the public opinion changed completely. Not only did the Mo family take pride in this, but others were also extremely envious.

However, this period of prosperity was short-lived. The head of the family, indulging in a fleeting pleasure, grew tired of the local food after only two years and began to visit less and less frequently. After Mo Xuanyu turned four, he never came again.

In recent years, the tone of the Mo family village had changed again. The previous disdain and ridicule returned, now tinged with a disdainful pity. Although Mo Er Niangzi was unwilling, she firmly believed that the patriarch would not abandon his own son. Sure enough, when Mo Xuanyu turned fourteen, the patriarch sent many people to solemnly bring the boy back.

Mo Erniangzi raised her head high again. Although she couldn't go, she was no longer as frustrated as before. She was full of pride and boasted to everyone she met that her son would definitely become the head of the Xuanmen Immortal Sect, achieve great success, and bring glory to his ancestors. As a result, the people of Mo Family Village started talking about it for the third time, and their attitude changed.

However, before Mo Xuanyu could complete his cultivation and inherit his father's business, he was sent back.

Moreover, he was sent back in a very unpleasant manner. Because Mo Xuanyu was gay and dared to harass and pester his fellow disciples, this shameful matter was exposed in public. In addition, given his mediocre talent and lack of cultivation, there was no reason for him to continue staying in the family.

To make matters worse, Mo Xuanyu, for some unknown reason, became erratic and unpredictable after returning home, seemingly driven mad by fear.

Upon seeing this, Wei Wuxian's eyebrows twitched twice.

Not only Wei Wuxian's eyebrows twitched, but everyone present's eyebrows twitched at the same time. Even if Mo Xuanyu didn't write it down, one could guess who this patriarch was.

Jiang Cheng's eyebrows twitched repeatedly: Homosexuality? This guy's tastes are getting weirder and weirder...

Thinking back to how he and Lan Wangji looked now, he couldn't help but get goosebumps. Could it be that homosexuality is really contagious?

[Being gay is one thing, but he's insane. No wonder his face is covered in makeup like an old man, no wonder no one noticed anything amiss with that huge, blood-soaked array on the ground. Even if Mo Xuanyu covered the entire room from floor tiles to walls to ceiling in blood, no one would find it strange. Because everyone knows he's mentally ill!]

After Mo Xuanyu returned to his hometown, he was met with a barrage of ridicule. This time, it seemed there was no turning back. Mo Erniangzi couldn't bear the blow; she choked to death, unable to vent her anger.

At this time, Mo Xuanyu's maternal grandfather had passed away, and Madam Mo was in charge of the household. This Madam Mo had probably disliked her younger sister since childhood, and she especially scorned her sister's illegitimate son. She had only one son, the one who had just come in to rob the place, named Mo Ziyuan. When Mo Xuanyu was taken away in such a grand manner, Madam Mo felt that she could at least establish some kinship with the immortal sects, hoping that the sect's envoys would also send Mo Ziyuan to cultivate immortality. Of course, this was rejected, or rather, ignored.

Nonsense. This isn't like selling cabbages where you can haggle or get one free with every buy!

It's unclear where this family got their confidence from, but they all had this strange idea that Mo Ziyuan definitely possessed immortal bones and talent. They believed that if it had been him who went, he would have been appreciated by the immortals, unlike his cousin who was so disappointing. Although Mo Ziyuan was still young when Mo Xuanyu left, he had been repeatedly instilled with such illogical ideas since childhood and firmly believed them. He would humiliate Mo Xuanyu every few days, accusing him of stealing his path to immortality, while coveting the talismans, pills, and small magical artifacts brought back from the immortal sects, treating them all as his own, taking and dismantling them at will. Although Mo Xuanyu often acted out, he knew he was being bullied and endured it. Mo Ziyuan only intensified his behavior, almost emptying his entire house. Finally, Mo Xuanyu couldn't bear it any longer and stammered a complaint to his aunt and uncle. And so, today, Mo Ziyuan came to their door to cause trouble.

The writing on the paper was small and dense, making Wei Wuxian's eyes ache. He thought to himself, "What kind of hell am I living?" No wonder Mo Xuanyu was willing to sacrifice himself to summon a vengeful ghost or evil spirit to possess him for revenge.

After the eye pain subsided, the headache started. Logically, the caster should silently recite their wish when casting a spell, and as the summoned evil spirit, Wei Wuxian should have been able to hear his detailed request. However, this forbidden technique was likely a fragmented copy secretly copied by Mo Xuanyu from somewhere, incompletely learned, and this crucial step had been overlooked. Although Wei Wuxian guessed that he probably wanted revenge on the Mo family, how exactly should he retaliate? To what extent? Reclaim what was taken from him? Beat up the Mo family?

Or... exterminate the entire family?

Most likely, it's the extermination of his entire family! After all, anyone who has ever been in the cultivation world should know which words are most often used to describe Wei Wuxian: ungrateful, heartless, and who is more fitting for the description of "fierce and evil"? Since they dared to summon him by name, they certainly wouldn't make any wish that could be easily dismissed.

Wei Wuxian said helplessly, "You've got the wrong person..."

The words "extermination of the entire family" caused another uproar in the space, as if everyone had found yet another point to criticize Wei Wuxian:

"As expected, he wiped out the entire family. Wei Wuxian is definitely not a good person!"

"Although the Mo family is somewhat... well, Wei Wuxian can't just wipe them all out like this!"

"They truly treat human life like dirt!"

...

The younger members of the Lan family who were present at the time, upon learning the truth, did not want to pay any attention to these people.

But upon seeing Madam Mo's unusual idea, Lan Jingyi suddenly recalled the scene that followed and shuddered. Lan Sizhui noticed his unease and quickly turned to ask him what was wrong.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Lan Jingyi's forehead: "Sizhui, this is Mo Family Village, isn't it..."

Lan Sizhui: "Yes, how..." He was halfway through his sentence when he thought of what would happen next and immediately turned his sympathetic gaze to Lan Jingyi.

Lan Jingyi was on the verge of tears: It seems I'll be spending the rest of my life following the family rules...