Chapter 134 One Hundred and Thirty-Four
Chapter Summary: [Twelve yellow talismans lined up in the air and burned, striking Wen Ning like a chain of fire...]
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Twelve yellow talismans lined up and burned in the air, striking Wen Ning like a chain of fire, instantly binding him. Lan Wangji plucked a string on his zither, and Wen Ning's steps seemed to be bound by invisible threads, halting him for a moment before he continued forward with some difficulty. Wei Wuxian brought Chenqing to his lips; having just been struck, he blew out some blood, his brows furrowed, yet he still endured the churning blood and pain in his chest and blew it without trembling.
With their combined strength, Wen Ning knelt on the ground, letting out a long howl that shook the leaves of the dark forest. Wei Wuxian finally couldn't hold back any longer and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
People say that the Yiling Patriarch turned corpses into demons and gathered ghosts to do evil, but looking at him here, spitting blood to suppress the resentful Wen Ning, how can he still say the word "demonic"?
You have to understand that he was just a person, an ordinary person who couldn't even protect himself with spiritual energy.
Suddenly, Wangji's zither music blared sharply. Wen Ning clutched his head and roared, curling up on the ground. Wen Qing cried out in a pitiful voice, "A-Ning! A-Ning!" She tried to rush forward, but Wei Wuxian said, "Be careful!"
Seeing her younger brother in great distress from the music, Wen Qing knew that he might be in danger if she didn't use force in his current state, but she still couldn't help but feel sorry for Wen Ning and said, "Hanguang-jun, please have mercy!"
Wei Wuxian said, "Lan Zhan! Be gentle..."
“...Young...Master…”
Wei Wuxian suddenly paused, and said, "Wait?"
He said, "Lan Zhan, why don't you stop?!"
The sound came from Wen Ning's direction.
Lan Wangji pressed his fingers down on the strings, stopping the lingering vibrations. Wei Wuxian exclaimed, "Wen Ning?!"
Wen Ning raised his head with difficulty.
What appeared in his eye sockets was no longer a hideous, deathly white, but... a pair of black pupils!
Wen Ning opened his mouth, then continued, "...Young Master Wei...?"
It was as if each word was squeezed out, almost as if he was about to bite his tongue. But it was indeed human speech, not meaningless roaring.
Wen Qing was completely stunned.
Everyone was stunned.
Although they knew that the Ghost General possessed sentience, this was the first time they had seen a fierce corpse regain its senses in a berserk state so directly.
"My God..."
Exclamations of surprise continued to come from behind.
After a long while, she suddenly screamed and scrambled forward, shouting, "Ah Ning!"
The two were knocked to the ground by the sudden movement. Wen Ning cried out, "Sister... Sister..."
Wenqing hugged her younger brother tightly, crying and laughing at the same time, burying her face in his chest and saying, "It's me! It's your sister, it's your sister! Aning!"
She kept calling Wen Ning's name. The other cultivators seemed to want to rush over, but dared not. They just shouted and laughed and hugged each other haphazardly. Fourth Uncle ran down the mountain shouting, "It's alright! It's done! It's done! Aning is awake!..."
Wei Wuxian walked over, squatted down next to Wen Ning, and asked, "How are you feeling now?"
Wen Ning lay on her back on the ground, her limbs and neck still stiff, and said, "I...I..."
He hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "...I really want to cry, but I can't. What's wrong with me...?"
After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian patted his shoulder and said, "You remember, don't you? You're already dead."
After confirming that Wen Ning was truly awake, Wei Wuxian breathed a long sigh of relief.
He succeeded.
Back then, due to his momentary impulsive anger, he turned Wen Ning into a low-level fierce corpse. Although he made Wen Ning personally identify and tear apart the supervisors who tortured and killed him, Wen Qing was in even greater pain after waking up and facing her younger brother who did not recognize her at all, who could only growl like a mad dog, tearing and biting everywhere, wanting to eat meat and drink blood.
Having calmed down, Wei Wuxian confidently promised her that he had a way to restore Wen Ning's sanity. But little did he know, he was merely making empty promises to reassure Wen Qing. In reality, he had no real confidence and could only bite the bullet and proceed.
After days of racking his brains and working day and night, he actually managed to fulfill his promise.
Stepping outside the first-person perspective to look at this scene again, Wenqing is filled with mixed emotions.
After Wei Wuxian rescued them from Qiongqi Path, she awoke and guarded Wen Ning's body for a long time, refusing to eat or drink. After settling the others, Wei Wuxian stood quietly behind her for a long while before finally speaking:
"Leave the warmth to me, I'll make him regain consciousness."
"Really?! You can really do it?"
"Trust me, I can control resentment, and there will be no problem in getting Wen Ning's soul back into his body."
Afterwards, she arranged for other Wen clan members to cultivate the land and build houses every day to plan for their future lives, while Wei Wuxian allowed Wen Ning to stick talismans on him and summon his soul.
But whenever she had free time and sat next to her younger brother, besides regret and self-blame, she also wondered if she should really believe that Wei Wuxian could do it.
But when people are in despair, as long as they see a glimmer of hope, they will do everything in their power to rush towards it.
It wasn't that she placed her immense hopes on Wei Wuxian, but rather that Wei Wuxian gave her a glimmer of hope.
People need something to look forward to in life.
However, Wei Wuxian really likes to take responsibility. He dared to give his golden core to Jiang Cheng without being completely sure of the outcome. He is doing the same thing now, daring to extend this branch of hope to her without any certainty.
But Wei Wuxian would tell her that he wasn't the only one working hard; Wen Ning himself was too.
This seemingly timid and quiet boy possesses a very gentle yet strong heart.
After death, he will be even stronger in the future.
Wen Qing held Wen Ning's pale face in her hands, tears streaming down her face. In the end, she couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears, just like the night she saw Wen Ning's body.
Wen Ning stiffly stroked her back. More and more members of the Wen family came up from the foot of the mountain, some rushing over to join in the crying, others looking at Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji with awe and gratitude.
Wei Wuxian knew that the siblings must have a lot to say, and Wen Qing would certainly not want outsiders to see her crying, so he said, "Lan Zhan."
Lan Wangji looked at him, and Wei Wuxian said, "Since you're already here, why don't you come in and sit down?"
The two walked to the entrance of a cave on the mountain where a cold wind was blowing.
Lan Wangji asked, "The Demon-Subduing Cave?"
Wei Wuxian said, "That's right. I chose this name, what do you think?"
Lan Wangji remained silent.
Wei Wuxian said, "I know you're probably thinking, 'It's not very good.' I've heard some people talking about it after it got out, saying that I, a cultivator of demonic arts, am a great demon myself, how could I have the nerve to name my lair 'Demon-Subduing Cave'?"
Just as Jiang Fengmian and the others were about to smile and nod in agreement with Wei Wuxian's heart for eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, Jiang Cheng, seeing Wei Wuxian's serious demeanor, felt a pang of unease. "That dog's mouth is going to spew out..."
Lan Wangji remained noncommittal. The two had already entered the cave, and Wei Wuxian's laughter echoed in the empty space: "But actually, they're all wrong. The name I chose doesn't mean what they think it does at all."
Lan Wangji asked, "What do you mean?"
Wei Wuxian said, "It's simple. It's because I often sleep here. There's a cave where demons sleep on the ground, isn't that the Demon-Subduing Cave?"
Lan Wangji: "..."
Jiang Cheng: ...
That dog's mouth really can't produce ivory.
However, after a moment of stunned silence, Jiang Fengmian smiled helplessly.
Most people were used to Wei Wuxian's carefree and playful nature, so they thought that he was simple-minded and often had wild imaginations, so it was normal for him to say such nonsensical things.
But he knew that Wei Wuxian was meticulous and knew exactly what to say and what not to say, what to do and what not to do.
The latter reason was just something Wei Wuxian used to ease the tense atmosphere earlier, a joke he made with Lan Wangji. The name "Demon-Subduing Cave" was simply because he still wanted to fulfill his past wish of slaying demons and monsters. Even without spiritual power, he wanted to do his part.
The two entered the main cave, and Lan Wangji asked, "What about the blood pool?"
Wei Wuxian pointed to a pool of dark water inside the cave and said, "This is the Blood Pool."
The cave was dimly lit, and the pool of water, whether black or red, emitted a faint but strong smell of blood.
The protective barrier that had been erected around the pond had been destroyed by Wen Ning, so Wei Wuxian re-erected it and reinforced it with knots.
Lan Wangji said, "The air is thick with yin energy."
Wei Wuxian said, "Yes, the yin energy is very strong, which is suitable for raising evil spirits. This is where I 'raise' some fierce corpses that haven't been fully refined. Guess how many are buried at the bottom?"
He smiled and said, "To be honest, I don't know exactly how much. However, the water in the pool is starting to smell more and more like blood."
Perhaps it was the lighting, but Wei Wuxian's face appeared exceptionally pale, and his smile carried a hint of sinister intent. Lan Wangji looked at him quietly and said, "Wei Ying."
Wei Wuxian asked, "What?"
Lan Wangji asked, "Are you sure you can control yourself?"
Wei Wuxian said, "Control what? You mean Wen Ning? Of course, no problem. Look, he's already regained his senses." Wei Wuxian said proudly, "An unprecedented fierce corpse."
Lan Wangji said, "What should we do if he goes berserk again?"
Wei Wuxian said, "I already have experience dealing with his madness. I have control over him, and as long as I'm okay, he won't have any problems."
After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "What if something happens to you?"
Wei Wuxian said, "No, that won't happen."
Lan Wangji asked, "How can you guarantee that?"
Wei Wuxian said firmly, "No. And I can't."
Lan Wangji asked, "Do you intend to continue like this from now on?"
Wei Wuxian said, "So what if it's always been like this? Do you look down on my territory? This mountain is bigger than your Cloud Recesses, and the food is much better there."
"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji said, "you understand what I mean."
"..."
Wei Wuxian said helplessly, "Lan Zhan, you're really something else. I was just changing the subject, and you pulled me back."
"There are still fierce corpses that haven't been fully refined..."
Someone behind me murmured something, and I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine.
Many people recalled the various vengeful spirits and fierce corpses in the blood pool of the mass grave that had previously appeared. The blood pool suppressed all kinds of ghosts. Now, looking at this blood pool that is still as red as ever, who knows how many vengeful spirits are still waiting to appear at the bottom of this pool?
Wei Wuxian said that he had not yet refined it, but it was because his primordial spirit could no longer bear more vengeful spirits.
He could only use this Demon-Subduing Cave as a shelter, guarding the blood pool and using talismans to prevent the vengeful spirits from escaping.
He transformed himself into the final barrier of this pool of blood.
If he were gone, no one could stop the vengeful spirits in this pool of blood, and the mass grave would once again become the hell it once was.
Without the protection of the mass grave, the entire Yiling would fall.
At that moment, a slight itch appeared in his throat, and a sudden rush of blood surged up, causing Wei Wuxian to cough twice, barely suppressing his urge. Seeing Lan Wangji reach out to take his hand, Wei Wuxian dodged and asked, "What are you doing?"
Lan Wangji said, "Your injury."
Wei Wuxian said, "No need. Why waste spiritual energy on such a minor injury? It'll heal on its own after a while."
Lan Wangji didn't waste words with him and reached for his hand again. Just then, two people walked in from outside the cave. A gentle voice said, "You think you'll be fine after sitting for a while? Do you think I'm dead?"
Hearing Wei Wuxian's words, Lan Wangji's veins were about to bulge again.
He always prevented me from discovering his health problems. Once I get out of here, I'll see how he deals with me.
Behind her followed Wen Ning, carrying a tea tray. Wen Ning's skin was deathly pale, and traces of incantation could still be seen on his neck. Clinging to Wen Ning's leg was Wen Yuan. He rushed in and clung to Wei Wuxian's lap. Seeing Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji both looking at him, Wen Ning's lips twitched, as if he wanted to smile, but his facial muscles were stiff and he couldn't manage a smile. He could only greet them, "Young Master Wei... Young Master Lan."
Wei Wuxian lifted one leg, hoisting Wen Yuan into the air and swaying him, saying, "How did you get in? Did you finish crying so quickly?"
Wen Qing said fiercely, "Just wait and see how I make you cry!" Though she said this, her voice still had a strong nasal tone. Wei Wuxian said, "What a joke! How can you make me... Ah!!!"
Wen Qing walked over and slapped him hard on the back, causing Wei Wuxian to cough up blood. His face was filled with disbelief as he exclaimed, "You...you're so vicious..."
With that, he closed his eyes and fainted. Lan Wangji's face paled, and he caught him, saying, "Wei Ying!"
Wen Qing brandished three gleaming silver needles and shouted, "I have even more poisonous ones you haven't seen yet. Get up!"
Wei Wuxian casually got up from Lan Wangji's arms, wiped the blood from his mouth, and said, "No thanks. The most poisonous heart is that of a woman. I don't want to experience that."
It turned out that Wen Qing's palm strike had merely expelled the stagnant blood stuck in his chest. How could the renowned physician of Qishan, famous throughout the hundred schools, truly be so reckless? Seeing it was another prank, Lan Wangji angrily flicked his sleeve and turned away, seemingly unwilling to deal with such a ridiculous person any longer.
The silver needles gleaming in Wen Qing's hand in the shadowy sky caused everyone's pupils to shrink and they involuntarily swallowed.
Although he knew Wen Qing was treating his injuries, seeing even the Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian being "beaten and scolded" by Wen Qing, Xue Yang silently straightened his body and slowly moved away...
Stay away from warmth and affection.
He didn't want to get acupuncture; he'd rather fight Song Lan than get acupuncture.
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