Chapter 142: Sealing Cultivation
When he opened his eyes again, the first thing Wei Wuxian smelled was a strong yet gentle medicinal aroma. He moved his fingers, only to feel his entire body aching and his dantian empty, with no sign of spiritual energy flowing.
"woke up?"
Jun Wu's voice sounded beside him, with a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.
Wei Wuxian turned his head and saw his father sitting beside the bed, his eyes slightly dark. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but his throat felt dry first.
Lan Wangji immediately handed him a cup of warm water and carefully fed it to him.
“I…” Wei Wuxian’s voice was hoarse. He subconsciously tried to circulate his spiritual energy, but found that his dantian seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t draw out even a trace of spiritual energy. “My spiritual energy…”
Jun Wu looked at him, silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "I have sealed your cultivation."
“Seal?” Wei WuXian’s eyes widened suddenly, unable to believe what he heard. “Why?!”
That golden elixir was his precious treasure that he had lost and regained. It was the reason why he could stand beside Lan Wangji and Si Zhui like a normal person. How could it be sealed just like that?
"The root cause of your old injury is the disorder of spiritual energy," Jun Wu said in a calm tone with unquestionable majesty. "Only by sealing off the spiritual energy and allowing the meridians to rest completely can you prevent a recurrence. Otherwise, even if you are saved this time, it will be even more serious next time."
“But…” Wei Wuxian was anxious and struggled to sit up, but was held down by Lan Wangji.
“Wei Ying, don’t move.” Lan Wangji’s voice was gentle but firm. “Daddy is doing this for your own good.”
“Are you going to seal my golden core just for my own good?” Wei Wuxian’s eyes were red, and he felt anxious and aggrieved. “I finally got it back…”
He thought of the days when he lost his golden elixir in the mass grave, and the nights when he could only rely on the Yin Tiger Talisman to protect himself. He never wanted to experience that feeling of powerlessness again.
"Ah Xian," Jun Wu's voice softened, "This is only temporary. Once your body is fully recovered, I will remove the seal."
"How long will it be temporarily?" Wei Wuxian asked, his voice trembling.
Jun Wu was silent. He didn't know. Perhaps it would be a year, perhaps three years, perhaps even longer.
Seeing his father in silence, Wei Wuxian's heart sank little by little. He lay back on the bed, his back turned, and stopped talking, though his shoulders couldn't help but sway slightly.
Wei Wuxian, who always smiled and said "it's okay", now looked like a child whose favorite toy was taken away, so fragile that it made people feel distressed.
Jun Wu looked at his back, sighed softly, gave Lan Wangji a wink, turned around and walked out of the palace.
They were the only two left in the room.
Lan Wangji sat down beside the bed and patted Wei Wuxian's back gently. He didn't say anything, but just conveyed silent comfort with his actions.
After a long moment, Wei Wuxian's shoulders finally stopped shaking. He turned around, his eyes red as he looked at Lan Wangji, his voice muffled: "Lan Zhan, am I really useless? I can't even protect my own golden core."
"No." Lan Wangji held his hand, his eyes serious and gentle, "You just want it so badly, and you want to come back to us as soon as possible."
He paused and said softly, "Even without spiritual power, you are still you, my Wei Ying, and Si Zhui's father. This will never change."
Wei Wuxian looked at him, and the grievance in his heart gradually gave way to warmth. Yes, he still had Lan Zhan and Si Zhui, and these had nothing to do with spiritual power.
“But…” Wei Wuxian was still a little disappointed. “Without spiritual power, how can I protect you? How can I accompany Sizhui to climb mountains and fly kites?”
"I'll take care of these." Lan Wangji's voice was low and reliable. "You just need to take good care of yourself. Leave the rest to me."
He thought for a moment and then changed the subject: "Do you remember? Sizhui said that when you get back, he'll show you his newly painted family portrait."
Wei Wuxian was stunned for a moment.
"He also said that he would get first place in the next exam and asked you to give him a reward." Lan Wangji continued, a smile in his tone, "Also, he secretly saved up a lot of candy and said he would wait for you to come back and eat it together."
When Wei Wuxian mentioned Sizhui, his eyes gradually softened. He could almost see his son running towards him with the painting, and carefully pulling the candy wrapper out of his pocket.
"He's still waiting for us to return." Lan Wangji squeezed his hand. "So, we need to get better quickly, okay?"
Wei Wuxian looked into Lan Wangji's gentle eyes and nodded. The loss and grievance in his heart were gradually filled with longing for his son.
Yes, Sizhui is still waiting for him.
Compared to being able to be with my son, what does spiritual power matter?
“Yeah.” Wei Wuxian’s voice was still a little hoarse, but he had calmed down a lot. “I will take good care of myself.”
Lan Wangji smiled and ruffled his hair: "That's good."
Wei Wuxian leaned in his arms, feeling his warm body temperature and steady heartbeat, and his heart gradually calmed down.
Without spiritual power, there might be many inconveniences.
But as long as Lan Wangji and Si Zhui are there, and as long as he has this concern, he is not afraid of anything.
The sunlight outside the window shone through the clouds and fell on the two people's clasped hands, warm and firm.
The sealed golden elixir may bring temporary loss, but the desire of the heart has never been supported by spiritual power.
But it depends on love, companionship, and those you want to cherish.
Wei WuXian closed his eyes and said silently in his heart:
Sizhui, wait for daddy.
This time, Daddy will take good care of himself and will go back to be with you soon.
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