Chapter 59 Wu Shijiu
Chapter Summary: Suddenly, Wei Wuxian slumped forward. Lan Wangji abruptly stood up, caught him in his arms, and lifted his face to look at him. Wei Wuxian's eyes were still...
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Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's body slumped forward. Lan Wangji abruptly stood up, caught him in his arms, and looked up at his face. Wei Wuxian's eyes were still closed, but his brows were tightly furrowed.
Forced empathy!
The head's resentment was so strong that it drew him in and forced him to empathize with it!
Wei Wuxian had no time to react. The next moment, he opened his eyes to a flash of light and a bloody blur. A head had separated from the body in front of him and flown away.
This person was wearing the clothes of the Qishan Wen Clan, with the family crest of blazing sun on his back. Wei Wuxian looked at himself as he sheathed his sword, and a deep voice came from his mouth: "Pick up the head, hang it up, and show it to Wen Ruohan."
Someone behind him replied, "Yes!"
Wei Wuxian now knew who had been beheaded.
Nie Mingjue: ...I know too.
The younger generation, however, reacted as if they had discovered a new continent: "Wow, there's even forced empathy!"
Wei Wuxian: ...
Why do I feel like you guys are mocking me?
Wen Xu, the eldest son of Wen Ruohan, the head of the Qishan Wen Clan, was intercepted and killed by Nie Mingjue in Hejian shortly after the start of the Sunshot Campaign. Nie Mingjue severed his head with a single blow and then hung it up in front of the battle line to show off to the Wen Clan's cultivators.
Nie Mingjue glanced at the corpse on the ground, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and walked steadily in another direction.
Nie Mingjue was very tall. Last time, when he empathized with A-Qing, Wei Wuxian's field of vision was extremely low. This time, however, his field of vision was a head higher than usual, as if the view had suddenly become much wider.
After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped and asked his subordinates behind him, "Who was in charge of handling the aftermath last time?"
The subordinate replied, "It is a cultivator named Meng Yao."
Before Jin Guangyao was recognized as a member of his clan, he took his mother's surname and was named Meng Yao.
Nie Mingjue said, "This time, we entrusted it to him as well, and he did a great job. He even resettled the villagers who were affected."
He paused, then asked, "Which production is this person in now?"
Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "Just as Nie Huaisang said, Nie Mingjue did value Jin Guangyao quite a bit back then."
Jin Guangyao's eyes flickered.
Meng Yao, a name he both wanted and didn't want, finally appeared.
What followed may have been the beginning of a nightmare for the rest of his life.
The main cultivators and recruited rogue cultivators under Nie Mingjue were stationed in several locations, and Meng Yao was currently assigned to a cave in a mountain in Hejian. Nie Mingjue walked up the mountain, and before he even got close, he saw a young man in a cloth shirt carrying a bamboo tube emerge from the woods.
The boy seemed to have just returned from fetching water and was about to enter the cave when he suddenly stopped. He stood outside the cave, listening intently for a while, seemingly hesitant about whether to go in. In the end, he silently took the bamboo tube and walked in another direction.
After walking for a while, he found a spot by the roadside, squatted down, took out some white dry food from his pocket, and slowly ate it with water.
Nie Mingjue walked towards him. The young man was eating with his head down when he noticed someone approaching. He looked up, quickly put away his food, stood up, and said, "Sect Leader Nie."
The young man had a fair complexion and delicate eyebrows, and was rather small in stature; it was the very face that Jin Guangyao had that gave him an advantage.
At this time, he had not yet been accepted by the Lanling Jin Clan, and naturally, he didn't have the red dot on his forehead to signify his resolve. Nie Mingjue clearly recognized his face and said, "Meng Yao?"
Meng Yao replied, "Yes."
Nie Mingjue asked, "Why don't you go into the cave and rest with the others?"
Meng Yao opened his mouth, hesitated, and smiled awkwardly, seemingly unsure what to say. Seeing this, Nie Mingjue walked past him and headed towards the cave. He concealed his presence, so no one noticed him when he reached the outside; the people inside were still engaged in lively conversation.
"...Yes, that's him."
"No way! Jin Guangshan's son? Jin Guangshan's son is just like us? Why don't you go back to his father? You could easily make him stop working so hard."
"Do you think he didn't want to go back? People traveled all the way from Yunmeng to Lanling with the token, just to acknowledge this father. It's all because Jin Guangshan's wife is so powerful. Besides, Jin Guangshan has had so many children outside, at least a dozen sons and daughters. Have you seen him acknowledge any of them? He brought this humiliation upon himself. If you ask me, people shouldn't hope for things they shouldn't hope for."
"How foolish! With Jin Zixuan already, why would Jin Guangshan care about any other son? Besides, he was born to a prostitute; who knows whose child he is? I bet Jin Guangshan is having his own doubts."
"I don't think he remembers having this encounter with that woman at all."
"The thought that Jin Guangshan's son will also have to resign himself to fetching water for us actually makes me quite happy, hahaha..."
"Accept your fate my ass! He's putting in his best effort. Didn't you see how hard he worked? Running around doing this and that, so eager to please. He's hoping to make a name for himself so his dad will take him back."
A surge of anger rose in Nie Mingjue's heart, burning directly into Wei Wuxian's chest.
From the moment he heard the conversation in the cave, Jin Guangyao kept his head slightly lowered, his eyes unfocused, and his hands unconsciously clenched tightly.
The fact that he is the son of Jin Guangshan and the son of a prostitute is enough to make most people in the world despise him.
In this world, even if you are born into an ordinary family, you need to have a clean background. Even if you are born into a poor family, you will feel ashamed. Not to mention those born as the sons of prostitutes or gamblers, who are born with inferiority complexes.
The space fell silent instantly.
Many people enjoy gossiping about others behind their backs, but they never consider how they would feel if they were the ones being talked about.
When Jin Guangyao sensed the anger in Nie Mingjue's heart, his expression suddenly froze for a moment, and his tightly clenched hands gradually relaxed, but he didn't know what he was feeling.
He placed his hand on the hilt of the knife, and Meng Yao quickly reached out to stop him, but to no avail.
The sword was already drawn, its sharp edge flashing, and a rock crashed to the ground in front of the cave. Dozens of cultivators who had been resting inside, each holding a bamboo water bottle, were startled by the collapse of the rock and cried out in alarm, simultaneously drawing their swords. Then, Nie Mingjue said, "Drinking water offered to you by others, yet uttering venomous words! You joined my ranks not to kill the Wen dogs, but to gossip and spread rumors?!"
A flurry of activity erupted inside the cave; some sheathed their swords, others sprang into action, but no one dared to speak. Nie Mingjue didn't enter the cave either, but said to Meng Yao, "Come with me." He then turned and walked down the mountain.
Meng Yao followed him for a while before saying, "Thank you, Sect Leader Nie."
The two walked for a while, one after the other, but Meng Yao's head drooped lower and lower, and her steps became heavier and heavier.
Jin Guangyao shook his head with a wry smile. Sure enough, people are afraid of those in power.
But the scars on my heart are about to be completely reopened.
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