Chapter 6 Lu
Chapter Summary: [The left arm broke through a longsword and was bursting through the railing. As soon as it emerged, three ferocious corpses, all without left arms, pounced on it.]
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The left arm broke through a longsword and was bursting out of the fence. As soon as it emerged, three fierce corpses without left arms pounced on it.
Besides daring not to disobey Wei Wuxian's orders, the Mo family of three also harbored intense resentment towards what had killed them, venting their anger on the ghostly hand. The mastermind was undoubtedly Madam Mo; female corpses, after turning into zombies, are often exceptionally ferocious. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, her five fingernails grew several times their normal length, white foam sizzled from her mouth, and her screams nearly lifted the roof—she was utterly insane. Mo Ziyuan followed closely behind his mother, joining her in tearing and biting, while his father followed behind, filling in the gaps in the other two ferocious corpses' attacks. The teenagers were all stunned.
They had only ever heard of such battles between ferocious corpses in ancient texts and legends. Witnessing such a bloody spectacle for the first time, they were utterly astonished, unable to look away, finding it truly spectacular and breathtaking!
Seeing the astonished and unblinking expressions on the faces of the younger generation of the Lan family in the 'Sky Shadow', Lan Qiren took a few deep breaths, so angry that he almost fainted.
This is utterly outrageous! How can a member of the Gusu Lan Clan think that such heretical and evil practices are powerful, and yet act so... ignorant?
Not only the people in the scene, but even some of the younger generation present were staring intently at the screen. Although their elders were there to restrain them, they were still amazed by the scene of the fierce corpses fighting.
The three corpses were locked in a fierce battle when suddenly, Mo Ziyuan shrieked and dodged. The hand ripped open his abdomen, exposing several pieces of his intestines. Seeing this, Madam Mo roared incessantly, shielding her son behind her and intensifying her grip, her fingernails slicing through the air with the force of steel blades and iron swords. Wei Wuxian, however, could see that she was beginning to falter.
Even with the combined efforts of three recently deceased ferocious corpses, they were still unable to suppress this arm!
Wei Wuxian watched the battle intently, his tongue slightly curled, suppressing a sharp whistle. He knew that if he blew that whistle, it would incite even greater ferocity in the ferocious corpses he was commanding, perhaps turning the tide of the battle, but then it was hard to guarantee that no one would notice his machinations. In the blink of an eye, his hand moved with lightning speed, ruthlessly and accurately snapping Madam Mo's neck!
Just as the Mo family was retreating in defeat, Wei Wuxian was about to blow out the long whistle he had been holding back when two clear notes came from beyond the sky.
The two notes, seemingly casually plucked, were ethereal and clear, carrying a chilling, pine-wind-like quality. The group of demons and monsters locked in fierce combat within the courtyard froze upon hearing them.
Everyone stared in astonishment at the incredibly powerful ghost hand. Then, upon seeing Wei Wuxian's actions, their cheeks stung slightly.
How could they not have imagined that Wei Wuxian would expose his identity for the sake of this group of Lan disciples he had just met?
But the two subsequent notes of the piano dispelled most of the heat in everyone's hearts.
The young members of the Lan family, who had been struggling to survive, suddenly radiated vitality, as if reborn. Lan Sizhui wiped the blood from his face, looked up abruptly, and exclaimed joyfully, "Hanguang-jun!"
Upon hearing those two heavenly zither sounds, Wei Wuxian turned and left.
What a coincidence, it was a member of the Lan family who arrived; and of all times, it was Lan Wangji!
Everyone: ...
Hearing Wei Wuxian's inner grumbling, the previously restless space suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Should we speak at this point?
Everyone subconsciously glanced at Lan Wangji's expression.
Hmm, very well, let's not say anything more. Let Wei Wuxian handle this himself.
Another string rang out, this time slightly higher in pitch, piercing the clouds and carrying a hint of menace. The three ferocious corpses retreated in panic, simultaneously covering their ears with their right hands.
However, the sound of breaking through barriers was not so easily stopped. After taking only a few steps back, a slight cracking sound came from their heads.
The left arm, having just endured a fierce battle, suddenly drooped to the ground upon hearing the music again. Though the fingers were still flexing and extending, the arm remained silent and unable to rise.
After a brief silence, the group of teenagers couldn't help but cheer loudly.
The cheers were filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a calamity. They had endured a harrowing night and finally received their family's support. Even the subsequent severe punishment for "disrespectful and noisy behavior that disgraced the family" didn't bother them. Amidst the cheers, Lan Sizhui suddenly noticed that someone was missing.
He tugged at Lan Jingyi and asked, "Where is he?"
Lan Jingyi was only focused on his excitement: "Who? Which one?"
Lan Sizhui said, "That Young Master Mo."
Lan Jingyi said, "Why are you looking for that madman? Who knows where he ran off to, afraid of being beaten by me."
"..." Lan Sizhui knew that Lan Jingyi was careless and straightforward, never thinking things through or questioning them much. He thought to himself, "I'll wait until Hanguang-jun arrives before informing him of this matter."
Lan Jingyi: ...
Miss Niangui, please have mercy and stop releasing this kind of thing. At least consider my life...
Lan Qiren no longer wanted to give Lan Jingyi any attention, but instead glanced approvingly at Lan Sizhui, who sat upright to the side, thinking to himself: This boy is calm and meticulous in handling matters; he has potential. If only…
Thinking this, he glanced subtly at Wen Ning and Wen Qing behind Lan Wangji.
Mo Family Village is still asleep, but it's unclear whether it's a true or false slumber.
Even if the corpse fight in the Mo family's east and west courtyards is so intense that blood and gore fly everywhere, no one will get up in the middle of the night or early morning to watch. You have to be selective about what you watch. It's best to avoid anything that's filled with screaming and shouting.
Wei Wuxian, having destroyed the remnants of the sacrificial offering formation, was in a hurry to find a mount. Passing by a courtyard, he saw a large millstone with a spotted donkey, its mouth churning wildly, harnessed to it. Seeing him rushing towards it, the donkey seemed somewhat surprised, giving him a sidelong glance as if it were a living person. Wei Wuxian met its gaze for a fleeting moment and was immediately struck by the hint of disdain in its eyes.
He stepped forward, grabbed the rope, and began to drag it away, the donkey braying loudly in complaint. Wei Wuxian coaxed and pulled, finally managing to coax it onto the road, where it galloped along in the pale light of dawn.
Everyone: ...
Moved by contempt? The spotted donkey.
As expected, Wei Wuxian never plays by the rules; even when he's carrying a donkey, he's just as unconventional.
Some people felt that if they continued watching, Wei Wuxian's reputation for killing anyone who stood in his way would be almost completely ruined.
The spotted donkey that Wei Wuxian led away was extremely difficult to take care of.
It was clearly just a donkey, yet it only ate fresh, dew-covered grass; it wouldn't eat grass with even a hint of yellow at the tips. Passing a farmer's house, Wei Wuxian stole some wheat straw to feed it. After chewing a few bites, it spat it out, a spit that was louder than a human spitting. Unhappy with its food, it refused to leave, throwing a tantrum and kicking. Wei Wuxian nearly got kicked several times, and its cries were extremely unpleasant.
Whether as a mount or a pet, it is utterly useless!
Wei Wuxian couldn't help but reminisce about his sword. That sword was probably hanging on the wall of some powerful clan head now, displayed as a trophy.
After several days of strenuous travel, they passed through a large village and its fields. The sun blazed down, and beside the field stood a large locust tree, its branches casting deep shade. There was also an old well, with a bucket and a ladle placed beside it for passersby to quench their thirst. The donkey, having run this far, refused to go any further. Wei Wuxian jumped down, patted its rump, and said, "You're destined for wealth; you're even harder to please than I am."
The donkey spat at him.
In a moment of utter desperation, a group of people approached from afar.
These people carried hand-woven bamboo baskets, wore cloth shirts and straw sandals, and exuded the rustic charm of country villagers from head to toe. Among them was a little girl with a round face and a barely passable appearance. Perhaps she had been walking for a long time under the scorching sun and wanted to come over to cool off and drink water, but seeing a spotted donkey tethered under a tree, hooves pounding and braying, and a madman with smeared red and white paint and disheveled hair sitting on it, she dared not come over.
Wei Wuxian, who prided himself on being a chivalrous person, moved aside to make room for the donkey. Seeing that he was harmless, the group approached, all sweating profusely and flushed. Some fanned the donkey, others drew water. The young woman, sitting by the well, seemed to know he was being considerate and gave Wei Wuxian a slight smile.
One of them held a compass, looked into the distance, and asked in confusion, "Why is the needle still not moving even though we're almost at the foot of Mount Dafan?"
The engravings on this compass were extremely strange; it wasn't an ordinary compass. It wasn't used to indicate east, west, south, or north, but rather as a "Wind Evil Compass" to point to malevolent spirits and demons. Wei Wuxian knew he had encountered a poor, impoverished family from the countryside. Besides wealthy, privileged families, there were many such small, secluded households. Perhaps they had come from the countryside to seek refuge with a powerful clan. In any case, they didn't seem to be going to a philosophical discussion or a flower festival.
The middle-aged man leading the group gestured for people to come over for water, saying, "Is your compass broken? I'll get you a new one later. We're less than ten miles from Dafan Mountain, so we can't rest for too long. We've traveled a long way, and it wouldn't be worth it if we relaxed here and fell behind, letting others get ahead of us."
It seems this group isn't going to seek refuge, but rather to go night-hunting.
Immortal sects refer to their travels and exorcisms as "hunting," and because these creatures often appear at night, they are also called "night hunts." There are countless immortal cultivation families, yet only a select few achieve fame and fortune. Unless one has accumulated substantial wealth through generations, an ordinary family must demonstrate tangible achievements to rise to prominence and gain respect and prestige within the cultivation world. Capturing ferocious beasts or malevolent spirits that plague the region significantly increases a family's status and gives them weight in their words.
This was originally Wei Wuxian's specialty, but after traveling for the past few days and breaking into several graves, he hadn't managed to hunt a single ghost of sufficient quality; they were all just small fry. He was currently lacking a ghost general to help him lord it over, and he decided to try his luck at Dafan Mountain. If it was a useful one, he would capture it and keep it for himself.
The group had rested enough and were ready to continue their journey. Before leaving, the round-faced girl took a small, half-green apple from her backpack and handed it to him: "This is for you."
Wei Wuxian grinned and reached out to take the apple, but the spotted donkey raised its head and bared its teeth to bite it. Wei Wuxian quickly scooped it up. Seeing the donkey's obvious desire for the small apple, a brilliant idea struck him. He used a long branch and a fishing line to dangle the apple in front of the donkey's head. The donkey, smelling the fragrant apple ahead, wanted to eat it. Chasing after the apple that always seemed just a little short, it charged forward, faster than any of the finest horses Wei Wuxian had ever seen, leaving everyone else in the dust!
First it was the Summoning Yin Flag, now it's the Wind Evil Plate. Everyone's faces are flushed, which makes Jiang's fellow disciples roll their eyes.
Jin Ling couldn't help but laugh as he watched Wei Wuxian being completely fooled by a donkey. However, upon reading the description of Dafan Mountain and recalling the series of events that followed, his smile faded, and he cautiously glanced at Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng noticed his gaze, misunderstood, and thought he had done something stupid again. So he glared at him fiercely. Although he had no spiritual power for the time being, he still subconsciously rubbed the purple lightning on his fingers.
You brat, let me see what you've done.
It'd better be a good thing, otherwise... I'll break your legs.
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