Chapter 101 One Hundred and One
Chapter Summary: [After descending from the mass grave, the ghost soldiers and their underlings concealed themselves, hiding in the market of Yiling. ...]
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After descending from the mass grave, the ghost soldiers and ghost troops concealed themselves and hid in the market of Yiling.
Wei Wuxian casually twirled his flute, wandering among the crowd, listening to the merchants and servants discussing the latest developments.
Within three months, the Wen family had basically ravaged all four major families.
At this moment, everyone realized that they needed to unite. Under Jiang Cheng's leadership, the Yunmeng Jiang Clan rallied the cultivators to regroup and join forces with the Lanling Jin Clan, Gusu Lan Clan, and Qinghe Nie Clan to attack Wen Ruohan.
Upon hearing this, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but smile.
Jiang Cheng certainly didn't disappoint him.
Just as he was about to go back immediately to help Jiang Cheng defeat Wen Ruohan, he suddenly stopped.
No, he can't yet.
Simply being able to manipulate various evil spirits and monsters is not enough; one must possess sufficient combat power to help Jiang Cheng.
Wei Wuxian caught the words "Supervision Bureau" and "Wen Chao" in his ears. His eyes darted around, and he suddenly revealed a sinister smile.
Since you can't go to the battlefield for the time being, let's gouge out your eyes and ears first.
Perfect timing, find something for us lowly soldiers to eat.
A chill ran through everyone present.
How could Wei Wuxian have become such a creepy-looking person?
Thinking about this, many people couldn't help but chuckle to themselves.
Why did it turn out like this? His pain hadn't even fully healed yet, how could they not know why he had become like this?
There's no need for Wei Wuxian to specifically inquire about the supervisory office where the second young master of the Wen family resides; he can find out simply by listening to a few more words.
Wei Wuxian inquired about the location of Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji, and he rushed to all the surveillance posts along their route.
Wherever they went, not a single piece of armor remained.
Four words automatically popped into everyone's mind:
"Tragic, death, thousands, law!"
The thought sent a chill down my spine.
Looking at the path leading to Wen Chao's location not far away.
Wei Wuxian stepped on the blood-soaked soil, twirling the ghost flute between his fingers, a playful smile playing on his lips.
The most fun game is about to begin.
"Aa ...
Wang Lingjiao screamed and sat up in bed. Wen Chao, who was reading a letter at the table, slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily, "What are you yelling about in the middle of the night!"
Wang Lingjiao, still shaken, took a few breaths and said, "I...I dreamed about that guy surnamed Wei, I dreamed about him again!"
Wen Chao said, "I threw him into a mass grave more than three months ago. Why are you still dreaming about him? You've dreamed about him several times already!"
Wang Lingjiao said, "I...I don't know why, but I keep dreaming about him lately."
Wen Chao was already distracted by reading the letter and had no time to pay attention to her, much less to comfort her like he used to. He said impatiently, "Then don't go to sleep!"
She got out of bed and rushed to Wen Chao's desk, saying, "Young Master Wen, I... I'm getting more and more scared the more I think about it. I feel... did we make a huge mistake back then?... He was thrown into the mass grave, could he still be alive? Could he...?"
Wen Chao's temples throbbed with veins as he said, "How is that possible? How many groups of cultivators have we sent to clear out the mass graves before? Has any of them ever come back? He was thrown in there, and his body is probably rotting and stinking by now."
Wang Lingjiao said, "Death is terrifying too! If he really does become a vengeful ghost and comes back to haunt us, just like he said..."
As she spoke, both of them recalled Wei Ying's face and expression when he fell that day, and a chill ran down their spines simultaneously.
The crowd, who were not frightened by the horrific scenes in various places, were terrified by Wang Lingjiao's high-pitched scream.
"What's going on? That's terrifying!"
Lan Jingyi rubbed his ears and complained.
“When you have nightmares, you jump up and hit people, what’s the big deal about just yelling a couple of times?”
Jin Ling rolled his eyes, while Lan Sizhui covered his mouth and chuckled, but secretly nodded in agreement.
Lan Jingyi: ...Hmph.
Wen Chao immediately retorted, "Even if they're dead, it's impossible! The souls of those who die in mass graves are imprisoned there. Don't scare yourself. Can't you see I'm annoyed?"
He crumpled the letter in his hand into a ball, threw it away, and said angrily, "What sun-shooting expedition? Bullshit sun-shooting! You think you can shoot the sun down? Dream on!"
Wang Lingjiao stood up, carefully poured him a cup of tea, and after carefully considering her flattering words, said in a charming voice, "Young Master Wen, those families can only be arrogant for a short time. Sect Master Wen will definitely be able to..."
Wen Chao yelled, "Shut up! What do you know? Get out and don't bother me!"
Feeling wronged and somewhat resentful, Wang Lingjiao put down her teacup, straightened her hair and gauze dress, and walked out with a smile.
The moment she stepped outside, her smile vanished, and she unfolded a crumpled piece of paper. She had secretly picked up the letter Wen Chao had thrown away, wanting to see what news had enraged him so much. Not being very literate, she read it over and over for a while before finally deducing that the letter said: Wen Xu, the eldest son of the Wen family patriarch and Wen Chao's elder brother, had been beheaded by one of the patriarchs who led the rebellion, and his head had been displayed as a warning in front of the enemy lines!
Wang Lingjiao was stunned.
Wang Lingjiao was stunned, while everyone else in the space clapped and cheered.
Many elders recalled the excitement they felt upon receiving the good news, as if they had finally seen hope.
In fact, everyone knows that the Wen family is powerful. Even if all the powerful families unite, their forces may not be that large, and people's true intentions are hard to discern.
However, the Wen family's repeated defeats were largely due to their underestimation of their enemy.
The Lan Clan of Gusu was burned down, the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng was destroyed, and countless other large and small families were suppressed in various ways. There were voices of resistance, but they were always quickly suppressed by the Wen Clan of Qishan. Therefore, when the Jin, Nie, Lan, and Jiang families formed an alliance three months ago and took the lead in rebellion under the banner of the "Sun Shooting Campaign", they did not take it seriously.
Sect Leader Wen spoke up immediately. Of the four clans, the Lanling Jin Clan was a fence-sitter. Seeing the other clans indignantly launching a campaign, he joined in, but if they suffered repeated defeats, he would soon realize he was asking for trouble and might come back to cling to the Wen Clan, begging for mercy. The head of the Qinghe Nie Clan was too rigid and easily broken; he wouldn't last long and would die at the hands of his own people sooner or later without anyone else's help. The Gusu Lan Clan was burned to the ground, and Lan Xichen moved the library back to succeed as clan leader; he was just a junior and couldn't handle anything important. The most ridiculous was the Yunmeng Jiang Clan, whose entire clan had been slaughtered or scattered, leaving only Jiang Cheng, who was even younger than Lan Xichen—a brat who had no one under his command yet dared to call himself clan leader, raise the banner of conquest, and recruit new disciples while doing so.
In short, eight words: Incompetent and overestimating their abilities!
Everyone on Wen Jiabao's side considered the Sun-Shooting Campaign a joke. However, three months later, the situation unfolded completely differently than they had anticipated!
The loss of key locations like Hejian and Yunmeng was bad enough. But now, even Sect Leader Wen's eldest son has been beheaded.
Hearing Wen Ruohan's past evaluations of the four major clans, Jiang Cheng, Lan Xichen, and Nie Mingjue all involuntarily clenched their fists.
However, the success that day was largely due to Wen Ruohan's evaluation.
Wang Lingjiao walked anxiously down the corridor for a while before returning to her room, her eyelids twitching uncontrollably. She rubbed her eyelids with one hand and pressed the other against her chest, pondering her options.
She had been by Wen Chao's side for almost half a year. Half a year was the limit of how long it would take for Wen Chao to go from liking a woman to getting tired of her. She had thought that she was different from others and could be the one to last, but Wen Chao's increasingly impatient behavior had told her that she was no different from other women.
Wang Lingjiao bit her lip, thought for a moment, squatted down, and pulled a small box out from under the bed.
This small box contained the wealth and treasures she had painstakingly amassed over the past six months while following Wen Chao. Wealth could be spent, but treasures could be used for self-defense. Although she was unwilling, this day had finally arrived.
She wanted to take stock of her stock, so she pulled a small key from her belt and muttered as she unlocked it, "You slut, you're going to die sooner or later. I'm actually happy to stop serving you... Ah!"
She suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Just now, the moment she opened the box, she saw what was inside.
There were no of her cherished treasures, only a small, pale-skinned child curled up in the box!
"Oh my god!!!"
Simultaneously with Wang Lingjiao's scream came Nie Huaisang's shriek, as if his parents had died.
Lan Jingyi, Lan Sizhui, and the others have seen a lot over the years. They've been led by Wei Wuxian to see all sorts of demons and monsters, but they were still taken aback by Nie Huaisang.
"Can't you be a little more dignified?!"
Jiang Cheng was also startled and said to Nie Huaisang in an annoyed tone.
Lan Wangji's pupils contracted sharply, because he recognized him as one of the children who had been surrounding Wei Wuxian at the Burial Mound not long ago.
He also recalled how terrified he was to see Wei Wuxian again that night.
Wang Lingjiao screamed in terror, kicking her legs and inching backward. She always kept this box locked, carrying only one key with her at all times. How could there be a child inside? She barely opened it once a month; if there was a child hidden inside, how could she not know? How could that child possibly survive?!
She kicked the small box over, the top facing up and the bottom facing her. There was no movement for a long time.
Wang Lingjiao scrambled to her feet, her legs trembling. She wanted to get closer for another look, but dared not, thinking to herself, "There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"
Her cultivation level was extremely low, and she couldn't deal with ghosts. But then she suddenly remembered that this was the Supervisory Office, and there were talismans posted outside the main gate and outside each room. If there were ghosts, the talismans would definitely protect her. She rushed out and peeled off the talisman outside her room, sticking it to her chest.
With the talisman protecting her chest, she felt reassured. She tiptoed into the room, found a clothes-pole, and used it to turn the chest over from a distance. Inside were her treasures neatly arranged; there were no children at all.
Wang Lingjiao breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down with the clothes fork pole, and was about to start counting when she suddenly noticed two points of white light under the bed.
Those were a pair of eyes.
A small, white child was lying under the bed, staring right at her.
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
"A ghost!!!"
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This time, not only Nie Huaisang, but all the timid cultivators screamed.
In the silence, a pair of eyes suddenly appear under the bed, staring straight at you.
A faint flute melody drifted from the distant night sky, seemingly trying to steal one's soul.
"The Yiling Patriarch is truly formidable..."
A faint voice came from behind them, startling them and making them shudder again.
Lan Wangji immediately gave Xue Yang a warning look, whose eyes were now filled with excitement again.
Xue Yang shrugged indifferently: "I don't have the chance to cultivate the Ghost Path anymore, and you won't even let me express my appreciation?"
appreciate?
Everyone silently complained in their hearts.
Look at you, practically devouring that little devil in the sky! Anyone would think you're going to pull him out, dissect him, and study him.
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