Chapter 102
Chapter Summary: This was the third time Wen Chao had heard Wang Lingjiao scream tonight, and his anger flared even more, causing him to roar…
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This was the third time Wen Chao had heard Wang Lingjiao scream tonight, and his anger flared even more. He roared, "You stupid bitch! Always making such a fuss, can't you just leave me alone?"
If it weren't for the constant stream of annoying news lately, keeping him too busy to look for new beauties, and fearing he might end up with some shady female assassin sent by some shady family—unreliable and needing someone to warm his bed—he would have sent this woman as far away as possible long ago. Wen Chao shouted, "Guards! Tell her to shut up!"
No one responded. Wen Chao kicked a stool away, his anger flaring even higher: "Where have all the people gone?!"
Suddenly, the door swung open. Wen Chao said, "I told you to go and shut that bitch up, not to come in..."
He turned around, but the rest of his words caught in his throat. He saw a woman standing at his doorway.
This woman had a crooked nose and slanted eyes. Her features looked as if they had been broken and then pieced back together. Her two eyes were looking in different directions, with her left eye staring diagonally upward and her right eye staring diagonally downward. Her whole face was distorted beyond recognition.
Wen Chao had to go to great lengths to recognize her by her revealing gauze dress. It was Wang Lingjiao!
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!!"
Nie Huaisang had just put down his fan when he was met with another massive impact.
Nie Mingjue, who was holding Baxia's hand, trembled again, whether from fear or from wanting to wipe out his younger brother.
Wang Lingjiao's throat made gurgling sounds as she took a few steps closer to him, reaching out her hand: "...Help...Help...Help me..."
Wen Chao shouted, drew his new sword, and slashed out: "Get out of the way! Get out of my way!"
Wang Lingjiao's face contorted even more horribly as his sword pierced her shoulder, and she screamed, "Aaaaaaahhhhh...it hurts so much—it hurts so much!!!"
Wen Chao didn't even dare draw his sword, instead grabbing a stool and smashing it at her. The stool broke upon impact, and Wang Lingjiao swayed, then knelt down, prostrating herself on the ground as if kowtowing to someone, stammering, "...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Spare me, spare me, spare me, sob sob sob..."
As she kowtowed, blood flowed from her seven orifices. Blocking the doorway, Wen Chao couldn't rush out, so he pushed open the window and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Wen Zhuliu! Wen Zhuliu!!!"
Wang Lingjiao, who was on the ground, had already picked up a stool leg and was frantically stuffing it into her mouth, laughing as she did so, saying, "Okay, okay, I'll eat it, I'll eat it! Haha, I'll eat it!"
She actually managed to stuff a section of that stool leg inside!
Wen Chao was terrified and was about to jump out of the window to escape when he suddenly noticed a dark figure standing in the courtyard, bathed in moonlight.
Looking at Wang Lingjiao in such a miserable state amidst the flute music in the sky, and then looking at Wei Wuxian now quietly nestled in Lan Wangji's arms and sleeping.
Everyone felt a chill creeping into their hearts.
Wei Wuxian is terrifying...
No, that was just the Yiling Patriarch, a demon who came out of the hell of the mass grave.
【at the same time.
Jiang Cheng stood before a grove of trees, noticing someone approaching, and slightly turned his head. The newcomer was dressed in white, with a headband tied around his neck, and ribbons fluttering behind his back. His face was as white as jade, extremely handsome and elegant. Under the moonlight, his whole being seemed to be enveloped in a faint halo.
Jiang Cheng coldly replied, "Second Young Master Lan."
Lan Wangji nodded solemnly and said, "Sect Leader Jiang."
After exchanging greetings, the two had nothing more to say and, accompanied by their respective cultivators, silently flew away on their swords.
Two months ago, the Lan brothers and Jiang Cheng launched a surprise attack, retrieving the confiscated immortal swords from Wen Chao's "Education Department" and returning them to their rightful owners. Sandu and Bichen were thus returned to their respective hands.
Lan Wangji's light-colored eyes swept over the other sword at Jiang Cheng's waist before turning his gaze back.
After a long pause, he looked straight ahead and said, "Wei Ying hasn't appeared yet?"
Jiang Cheng glanced at him, seemingly puzzled as to why he suddenly asked about Wei Ying, and replied, "No."
He glanced at the sword at his waist and said, "My men haven't found him yet, but he'll definitely come looking for me when he returns. I'll return the sword to him when he shows up."
Not long after, the two, leading a group of cultivators, arrived at the surveillance compound where Wen Chao was hiding, preparing for a night raid. Before they even entered, Lan Wangji's gaze sharpened, and Jiang Cheng frowned.
The air was thick with yin energy, and resentment was rampant.
However, the talismans on either side of the gate were intact. Jiang Cheng made a gesture, and the cultivators he led dispersed and lay prone beneath the wall. He then unleashed a powerful attack with his Three Poisons sword, smashing open the gate.
Before entering, Lan Wangji's gaze swept over the talismans on both sides of the door.
The scene inside the inspection station was extremely horrific.
The courtyard was littered with corpses. And it wasn't just the courtyard; the flowerbeds, corridors, wooden railings, and even the rooftops were piled with bodies.
These corpses were all dressed in robes shrouded in blazing flames, indicating they were disciples of the Wen family. Jiang Cheng used Sandu to turn one of the corpses over, and seeing the crisscrossing bloodstains on its pale face, he said, "Bleeding from all seven orifices."
Lan Wangji, standing on the other side, said, "This is not it."
Jiang Cheng walked over and found that the corpse's eyes were rolled back, its face was unrecognizable, and yellow bile was flowing from its mouth. It had been scared to death.
One of his disciples said, "Sect Master, we've checked, they're all dead, and each body died in a different way."
Hanging, burning, drowning, poisoning, freezing, throat-slitting, brain piercing with a sharp weapon… Jiang Cheng listened and said coldly, “It seems that something else has helped us complete tonight’s mission.”
"That's terrifying..."
Some of the younger monks hid behind their parents.
But what can an elder say? Should they tell their children, like before, that the Yiling Patriarch killed people without mercy?
But now, after what has just happened, they can no longer say these words with a clear conscience.
Nie Mingjue frowned as he looked at the tragic scene in the sky, wanting to say something but then keeping his mouth shut.
In his view, Wei Wuxian's unorthodox path was not the right one, but after learning about Wei Wuxian's hatred for the Wen clan, he seemed to understand why Wei Wuxian had so cruelly slaughtered the Wen clan members.
Lan Wangji remained silent and entered the room first.
Wen Chao's room door was wide open, and only a female corpse remained inside. The corpse was lightly dressed, and half a stool leg was stuffed in her mouth. Apparently, she had stabbed herself to death by trying to swallow the stool leg.
Jiang Cheng turned the female corpse's distorted face over, stared at it for a while, sneered, grabbed the stool leg, and shoved it into her mouth, forcibly pushing the remaining half of the stool inside as well.
He stood up, his eyes red, about to speak, when he saw Lan Wangji standing in front of the door, frowning in thought. He walked over and followed Lan Wangji's gaze, only to see a talisman with yellow background and vermilion characters pasted on the door.
At first glance, this talisman seems perfectly normal, but upon closer inspection, one discovers some subtle details that are extremely unsettling.
Lan Wangji said, "Too many."
Jiang Cheng's brows furrowed, and he said, "As expected."
They had memorized the method of drawing these talismans for warding off evil spirits by the age of fifteen or sixteen. However, on this particular talisman, a few extra strokes appeared amidst the flowing cinnabar. These few strokes altered the entire pattern of the talisman. Now, the talisman pasted on the door resembled a human face, smiling sinisterly.
Not finding Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu's bodies inside the Supervisory Office, Jiang Cheng deduced that they must have fled towards Qishan. He immediately led his men out of the abandoned Supervisory Office and pursued them on their swords. Lan Wangji, however, returned to Gusu first.
The next day, Lan Wangji caught up with Jiang Cheng, took out the talisman from last time, and said, "This talisman has been reversed."
Jiang Cheng asked, "Reversal? What is a reversal?"
Lan Wangji said, "Ordinary talismans are for exorcising evil. This talisman attracts evil."
Summoning evil!
Looking at the grim human face on the talisman, many cultivators from small families carefully memorized its appearance and decided to check all the talismans pasted on their doors when they got back.
However, if Wei Wuxian heard this idea, he would definitely jump up and down on the spot:
"How could I, the dignified Yiling Patriarch, be so idle? I don't even know who you are, yet I go and modify every single talisman in your house. Do you think you have too much blood or too long a life? You'd be better off flirting with Lan Zhan."
Jiang Cheng was astonished: "Talismans—can they summon evil? I've never heard of such a thing."
Lan Wangji said, "Indeed, I have never heard of it before, but after testing, it does have the ability to summon evil spirits."
Jiang Cheng took the talisman and examined it carefully, saying, "Just a few strokes added, and the entire function of the talisman was reversed? Was this done by someone?"
Lan Wangji said, "A total of four strokes were added, drawn with human blood. The talismans protecting the entire Supervisory Office have been altered. The strokes are from the same person."
Jiang Cheng said, "Then who could this person be? Among all the famous scholars, I've never heard of anyone capable of doing such a thing." Then, he added, "But whoever he is, as long as his goal is the same as ours—to slaughter all the Wen dogs!"
The two followed the intelligence northwards, and in every place they passed, they heard of gruesome, grotesque corpses. These corpses were all Wen family cultivators clad in robes radiating blazing suns, all of high rank and considerable cultivation. However, all of them died horribly, in various ways, and were left exposed in crowded places. Jiang Cheng asked, "Do you think these people were also killed by that person?"
Lan Wangji said, "The evil aura is very strong. It must have been done by one person."
Jiang Cheng scoffed, "Evil? In this world, is there anyone more evil than the Wen dogs!"
On the fourth night of the chase, the two finally caught sight of Wen Zhuliu near a post station in a remote mountain town.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji couldn't contain the dark emotions in their eyes.
As I chased after him, I felt that someone was helping me in the dark. Even if he used unorthodox methods, as long as he killed Wen dogs, it was fine.
But when they discovered that the person was Wei Wuxian, they didn't know whether to express the joy of seeing him again or the shock and complexity of knowing that he had gone astray.
At least at this moment, those in Tianying did not expect that the moment they caught Wen Zhuliu's trail would be the moment they lost that spirited and carefree young man.
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