Chapter 100 One Hundred
Chapter Summary: While Wei Wuxian spent months in the Blood Pool, the people in the Heavenly Realm only witnessed Wei Wuxian's return…
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While Wei Wuxian spent several months in the Blood Pool, the people in the Heavenly Realm only experienced a few important hours as Wei Wuxian recalled.
Although Xiao Niangui was furious, he was also helpless. After all, the power of the Heavenly Realm was limited. If they were to spend several months here, it would only bring them pain and pleasure, without any benefit.
Boom
A bolt of lightning struck down, and the lightning flashed across the sky above the forest.
The drizzling rain began to fall, adding a chilling layer to the already dark mass grave.
A bloody foot stepped out of the hole, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints.
Wei Wuxian's thin and pale face slowly emerged from the darkness. Raindrops pierced through the leaves, hitting his head and shoulders, and water droplets dripped down his hair, flowing over his sharp features.
Wei Wuxian's right hand was intentionally or unintentionally stroking the head of a ghost child, a sinister smile playing on his lips, and an aura of gloom surrounding him.
Wei Wuxian stepped out of the cave, his heavy resentment causing the nearby fierce corpses to stir restlessly, but they hesitated because of the strong malevolent aura emanating from him.
Although he subdued many fierce corpses and vengeful spirits through the blood pool, Wei Wuxian was ultimately just one person with one heart. Even if he absorbed resentment every night, he couldn't control all the countless evil spirits, big and small, in this mass grave.
As they walked, the wailing of the ghosts around them grew louder and louder.
Wei Wuxian felt an unbearable headache. He shook his head in frustration, but it was no use.
Unbeknownst to him, Wei Wuxian had walked into a bamboo forest.
This bamboo forest is different from the Cloud Recesses. The bamboo there is tall, straight, and beautiful; a gust of wind makes the bamboo leaves rustle and make a crisp sound. But the bamboo here has been tainted with resentment for many years, and has become completely black. Touching it exudes an extremely heavy resentment.
Wei Wuxian touched a bamboo stalk and felt a slight pain in his hand; a wound had been corroded by the black energy.
Bamboo, flute, xiao
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Wei Wuxian.
Lan Xichen controls spirits with his flute, and Lan Wangji questions spirits with his zither. Both of the Lan Clan's Twin Jades cultivate through music. So what about him? Can he also control evil spirits and malevolent beings in this way?
Thinking it over, Wei Wuxian looked around and searched for the bamboo with the strongest resentment. He cut it down and roughly crafted it into a bamboo flute.
Since Zewu-jun already has a jade flute, let's make a bamboo flute instead.
if……
If there's another chance, it would be nice to learn some music from Lan Zhan and play the zither and flute together.
A smile flashed across Wei Wuxian's lips, but it vanished in an instant.
He looked up at the group of fierce corpses that were gradually gathering in the distance, slowly raised the bamboo flute in his hand, and let out a bamboo melody.
Although Wei Wuxian was usually intelligent, he only knew a little about music and was not proficient in it. At this moment, a musical note could only make some of the fierce corpses move a little, let alone control evil spirits.
He could only try one note at a time; different pitches and different volumes would make the ghost appear in different states.
Even though he often made mistakes at the beginning, the walking corpses and ghosts that had just been calmed would start moving again under the stimulation of the next sound, and would even pounce forward with their fangs bared, threatening to tear Wei Wuxian to pieces at any moment.
Fortunately, Wei Wuxian was intelligent and, after a period of time, he was able to soothe and control them in a simple way.
However, as a result, more and more fierce corpses and ghosts were able to obey Wei Wuxian's commands, and more and more hissing sounds appeared in his mind, never leaving a blank even when he closed his eyes to rest.
Therefore, Wei Wuxian dared not sleep for long, fearing that some ghostly spirit might suddenly appear and tear him to pieces.
He dared not relax for a moment, fearing that even the slightest lapse in concentration would allow vengeful spirits to seize control of his consciousness, turning him into a truly puppet-like ferocious corpse.
"Shut up, all of you!!"
"It's so noisy...it's so noisy..."
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Ever since Wei Wuxian began absorbing resentful energy, the ghostly hissing sounds in everyone's ears have never stopped.
However, after undergoing the separation of the golden core, the entry of resentment into the body, and the cleansing of the marrow in the blood pool, all the empathetic people were exhausted.
However, in the Heavenly Realm, only a few hours had passed.
Wei Wuxian spent three whole months at the Burial Mound.
For three whole months, despite having excellent hunting and fishing skills, all they could eat were the occasional crows that flew by, and there wasn't even clean water.
They dared not even sleep or rest, and had to deal with endless evil spirits.
Could they have imagined such a day before today?
"Break!"
A flute melody followed, and countless ghosts rushed forward.
"boom--"
The centuries-old restrictions on the mass grave collapsed at this moment.
Three months! A full three months!
Wei Wuxian stepped beyond the boundary, a black bamboo flute at his lips, surrounded by ghostly and malevolent spirits of various shapes, like Yama, the King of Hell, descended from the depths of hell...
He curled the corners of his mouth into a smirk, his pupils glowing with a blood-red crimson.
Wens, are you ready?
This hatred gave him the power to return from hell.
Wei Wuxian's hatred affected a host of vengeful spirits, whose cries echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
From this moment on, Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch, would begin his path of revenge.
The wailing sound, like resentment entering the body, affected everyone's thoughts.
Lan Xichen looked at the swaying crowd and exchanged a glance with Lan Wangji.
Lan Wangji handed Wei Wuxian, who was in his arms, to Wen Qing, who was standing to the side. He took out the Wangji Qin and began to play a duet with Lan Xichen, who was lifting up Liebing.
The gentle sound of the flute, combined with the clear and melodious notes of the zither, cleared everyone's minds considerably.
Because they had recovered and were able to start thinking, having experienced the destruction of Lotus Pier, the core removal, and the mass grave that Wei Wuxian had gone through... everyone present only wanted to wipe out the Wen clan.
As a result, the only two members of the Wen family present, Wen Qing and Wen Ning, were immediately stared at by a group of people with red eyes.
But a moment later, everyone realized that Wen Qing and Wen Ning were also Wei Wuxian's saviors.
The anger that had just risen subsided once again.
"well…"
Lan Qiren looked up and sighed. When Wei Wuxian absorbed the resentment, he thought that no one had ever tried it before, so daring to absorb the resentment so casually, not to mention that this would damage his body and mind.
But now, even if empathy isn't true synesthesia, Wei Wuxian's repeated brushes with death over the past few months, his struggle for a glimmer of hope in despair, are things he has witnessed and that pain has touched him deeply.
So, at this moment, Mr. Lan, who had always adhered to family precepts, could only sigh and didn't know what to say.
Perhaps his previous assessment of Wei Wuxian was too simplistic and narrow-minded.
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