Chapter 67 Lu Shiqi
Chapter Summary: Suddenly, all the swords of the Lanling Jin Clan turned and were aimed at him. Including Jin Ling!
Suddenly, someone called out his identity...
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Suddenly, all the swords of the Lanling Jin Clan turned and aimed at him. Including Jin Ling!
Suddenly having his identity exposed, Wei Wuxian stared at Jin Ling's confused expression, still bewildered by Suihua's sword. Jin Guangyao then said, "I was unaware that the Yiling Patriarch had returned to the world. I am deeply sorry for not welcoming you properly."
Wei Wuxian was completely bewildered, utterly unaware of where he had slipped up. Nie Huaisang, still dazed, asked, "Third Brother? What did you just call out? Isn't this Mo Xuanyu?"
Aside from those who were present that day, everyone in the space was completely bewildered. It's true, after seeing Wei Wuxian in his original form so many times here, one tends to forget the face in the Heavenly Shadow, let alone seeing a completely unfamiliar face back then.
It has to be said that Lianfangzun is really smart.
Jin Guangyao pointed Hensheng at Wei Wuxian and said, "Huaisang, A-Ling, all of you come here. Be careful, everyone! He's drawn his sword. He's definitely the Yiling Patriarch, Wei Wuxian!"
Because Wei Wuxian's sword's name was too embarrassing to mention, others referred to it as "this sword," "that sword," or "his sword." The mere mention of "Yiling Patriarch" was even more chilling than hearing of Chifeng-zun's dismemberment. Those who initially had no intention of drawing their swords involuntarily drew them, forming a circle around one end of the secret chamber. Wei Wuxian surveyed the flashing swords all around, remaining impassive. Nie Huaisang said, "Does that mean whoever draws this sword is the Yiling Patriarch? Third Brother, Second Brother, Hanguang-jun, I think there might be some misunderstanding between you two?"
Jin Guangyao said, "There is no misunderstanding. He must be Wei Wuxian."
Jin Ling suddenly cried out, "Wait! Uncle, wait! Uncle, didn't you whip him with Zidian at Dafan Mountain back then? His soul wasn't pulled out, so he definitely wasn't possessed, right? And it might not necessarily be Wei Wuxian, right?!"
Jiang Cheng's expression was grim. He remained silent, his hand resting on his sword hilt, seemingly deep in thought about what to do. Jin Guangyao said, "Dafan Mountain? That's right. Now that you mention it, A-Ling, I remember something appearing at Dafan Mountain back then. Wasn't it him who summoned Wen Ning?"
Jin Ling's face turned ashen when his attempt to verify the claim failed and he was instead refuted. Jin Guangyao continued, "You all are unaware of this. When Xuan Yu was still at Jinlintai, he saw a manuscript by the Yiling Patriarch in my possession. This manuscript recorded a kind of evil technique called 'Sacrifice,' which uses the soul and body as a price to summon vengeful ghosts and evil spirits for revenge. Even if Sect Leader Jiang were to whip him a hundred more times with Zidian, he still wouldn't be able to verify it. Because the practitioner willingly sacrifices their body, it doesn't count as possession at all!"
This explanation makes perfect sense. After being driven off Jinlintai, Mo Xuanyu harbored resentment and, remembering the evil magic he had once witnessed, sought revenge. He summoned a vengeful ghost, which led to the arrival of the Yiling Patriarch. Everything Wei Wuxian did was for Mo Xuanyu's revenge. Therefore, Nie Mingjue's dismemberment must also have been Wei Wuxian's doing. In short, while the truth remains unclear, the most likely explanation is the Yiling Patriarch's conspiracy!
However, some people still remained skeptical: "Since this method of sacrificial offering cannot be verified, then it is not appropriate to draw a conclusion based solely on your own judgment, Venerable Lianfang."
Jin Guangyao said, "It is indeed impossible to verify the offering of a body, but whether he is the Yiling Patriarch can be verified. Ever since the Yiling Patriarch was devoured and pulverized by the vengeful ghosts under his command at the top of the Burial Mound, his sword has been collected by my Lanling Jin Clan. But not long after, the sword was automatically sealed."
Wei Wuxian was taken aback: "Sealing the sword?"
An ominous premonition rose in his heart. Jin Guangyao said, "I believe I don't need to explain what 'sealing the sword' means. This sword has a spirit, and it refuses to let anyone other than Wei Wuxian use it, so it sealed itself. No one can draw it except the Yiling Patriarch himself. And just now, this 'Mo Xuanyu' drew this sword, which has been sealed for thirteen years, right in front of you!"
Before he finished speaking, dozens of sword beams simultaneously pierced towards Wei Wuxian.
The group was stunned as they listened to Jin Guangyao's rapid-fire analysis.
Before he could even process what Jin Guangyao had said, he suddenly felt a chill run through his body.
Some people suddenly realized: It seems like empathy!!!
Old Master Yiling, Uncle Wei, Young Master Wei, you better watch out from now on, you're not the only one suffering!
Oh no, you don't need to experience the pain again right now.
Lan Wangji blocked all the attacks, and Bichen shook off several people, clearing a path. Lan Xichen said, "Wangji!"
Several clan leaders, who were swaying from the chilling aura of Bichen, roared, "Hanguang-jun! You..."
Without uttering a word, Wei Wuxian pressed his right hand against the window frame, lightly flipped out, and ran as soon as his feet touched the ground. As he ran, his mind raced: "When Jin Guangyao saw that strange paper figure and then saw Suibian unsheathed, he must have immediately guessed my identity. He immediately fabricated a lie, inducing Qin Su to commit suicide, and then deliberately cornered me next to the wooden shelf where Suibian was displayed, tempting me to draw my sword and expose my identity. Terrifying, terrifying, terrifying! I didn't expect him to react so quickly and lie so smoothly!"
Just then, someone caught up beside him—it was Lan Wangji, who had silently followed. Wei Wuxian, whose reputation was notoriously bad, had faced this situation before. His mindset in this life was different from his previous one; he was now quite calm. He'd run first, and if there was a chance to retaliate later, he wouldn't force it. Staying would only result in taking hundreds more sword wounds; crying foul was a joke. Everyone firmly believed he would return one day to exact revenge, massacring entire clans and slaughtering everyone. No one would listen to his explanations, especially with Jin Guangyao fanning the flames. Lan Wangji, however, was completely different. He didn't even need to explain; someone would naturally explain for him, saying that Hanguang-jun had been deceived by the Yiling Patriarch. Wei Wuxian said, "Hanguang-jun, you don't need to follow!"
Lan Wangji kept his eyes straight ahead, ignoring him, and the two of them left the shouts and cries of battle behind. In the midst of their busy work, Wei Wuxian added, "Are you really coming with me? Think it over. Once you leave this door, your reputation will be ruined!"
Everyone: ...
You're not even trying to save your life at a time like this, and you still have time to care about Hanguang-jun's reputation? That's true love!
Lan Wangji didn't have time to answer him back then. At this moment, he gently leaned down beside Wei Wuxian and said, "I would have regretted it if I hadn't stood by your side back then."
The two had already rushed down Jinlintai. Lan Wangji suddenly grabbed one of his wrists, seemingly about to speak, when suddenly a white shadow flashed in front of them, and Jin Ling blocked their way.
Wei Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Jin Ling. Just as the two were about to step aside to pass, Jin Ling suddenly turned and blocked their path again, saying, "You're Wei Ying?!"
His face was a jumble of emotions, his eyes red-rimmed, a mixture of anger, hatred, doubt, confusion, and unease. He then demanded, "Are you really Wei Ying, Wei Wuxian?!"
Seeing his appearance, and hearing the pain in his voice far outweighing his hatred, Wei Wuxian's heart trembled. But the others would catch up in an instant, so he couldn't worry about him anymore. He gritted his teeth and went around him for the third time. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his stomach. Looking down, he saw that Jin Ling had already drawn his snow-white sword, now stained red.
He hadn't expected Jin Ling to actually stab him with her sword.
Wei Wuxian's thought was: "Of all people to resemble, why does he have to look like his uncle? Even when he's stabbing someone, he has to stab them in the same spot."
Everyone: ...Ah—
Sensing the pain in Jin Ling's tone, most people assumed he was just questioning Wei Wuxian, but who knew this brat would suddenly unleash such a sword strike!
Jiang Cheng: "You brat! Damn it, you stabbed so deep, you really don't know how to hold back."
Jin Ling: ...I feel wronged, but who knew that this pain would come back to me.
Moreover, in that situation, wasn't his stab the right thing to do?
And who wants to be like my uncle! All he does all day is whip me...
Then, turning his head, he saw Wei Wuxian asking Lan Wangji with concern, "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, does your stomach hurt? Do you want me to rub it for you?"
Jin Ling rolled her eyes: "It was a stab wound, and you're still rubbing it?!"
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