The Untamed ( Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan )
Chapter 19 : Arrogance ( #5 )~²
Hai .... His looks are still the same
~~ Wei Wu Xian
Jin Ling's sword, breaking the powerful sword's golden rays in an instant. It wasn't because of the quality of the swords, but rather the great disparity in the strengths of the persons using the swords.
Wei WuXian had originally calculated the timing, but his movements were suddenly interrupted by the sword's glare, causing him to trip.
He fell toward the ground, right on top of a pair of snow-white boots.
After pausing for a moment, he slowly lifted his head. What first came into his sight was a long, slender blade, crystalline and translucent, as if it was made of ice.
In the cultivation world, this sword was one of the most famous ones. Wei WuXian had experienced its powers countless times, including both battles fought beside it and against it.
The hilt of the sword was forged from pure silver that had been refined with secret techniques. The blade of the sword was extremely thin, almost transparent, sending forth the cold breaths of ice and snow. However, at the same time, it could cut through iron like cutting through mud.
This was why, although the sword looked light, as if it could fly away any instant, it was actually quite heavy, unable to be wielded by the average person.
Its name was "Bichen."
The blade turned, and the clank of the
sword being inserted back into the
scabbard sounded from above Wei WuXian. At the same time, Jiang Cheng's voice came from afar
Jiang Chen
"And I was wondering who it was. So, it is you, Second Young Master Lan"
The pair of white boots passed around Wei WuXian and calmly walked three steps forward. Wei WuXian raised his head and got up. As he walked past the former, slightly brushing their shoulders, he made eye contact with him for a short moment, pretending that it was unintentional.
He had an aura of smooth moonlight. The seven-stringed zither that he carried on his back was narrower than most. Its body was black, made using wood of soft color.
The man wore a forehead ribbon with cloud patterns. His skin was fair, features both refined and elegant, as if he was a piece of polished jade. The color of his eyes was especially light, like they were made of colored glass, causing his gaze to be overly distant. His expression held the traces of frost and snow, stern to the degree of being stiff, unwavering even as he saw Wei WuXian's ridiculous face.
There wasn't a single spec of dust or wrinkled spot on him, from his head to his feet. It was impossible to find any fault with his appearance. Even so, two capitalized words jumped into Wei
Wu Xian's mind.
Wei Wuxian / Mo Xuanyu ( MC )
Mourning clothes!
Mourning clothes, indeed.
Although all of the clans in the cultivation world used
extravagant words to describe the
GusuLan Sect's uniform as the best-looking uniform and Lan WangJi as an incomparable beauty who only appeared once in a blue moon, nothing could help the bitter facial expression that made him look as though his wife had passed away.
In an unlucky year, enemies would often find their paths to cross; good news always traveled alone, but one disaster always followed the next... Thus, the situation right now.
Lan WangJi was silent, staring straight ahead, standing motionlessly in front of Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng was already exceptionally handsome, but as they stood face to face with each other, he still seemed a few degrees inferior. He raised one brow and spoke
Jiang Chen
"Han Guang-Jun, you sure live up to your reputation of 'being wherever the chaos is'. So, you had time to come to this remote area today?"
Powerful cultivators from prominent clans usually didn't care to pay attention to lower level preys. However, Lan WangJi was an exception. He never cared for the prey of a night-hunt, and wouldn't refuse to go just because the creature was not threatening enough to increase his fame. If anyone wanted help, he would be there. He had been like this ever since he was young. "Being wherever the chaos is" was the comment that the public gave him for his night-hunts and, also, praise for his moral character. Right now, Jiang Cheng really didn't seem too polite as he said the words in such a tone. Even the juniors who came following Lan WangJi didn't seem comfortable hearing it.
Lan Jing Yi
" Isn't Sect Leader Jiang here as well?"
Jiang Chen
Tsk, do you really think that you should butt in when your seniors are conversing? The Gusu Lan Sect has always been known for its respectful conduct. Is this really how it teaches its disciples?" ( said grimly )
Lan Wang Ji seemed as if he didn't want to engage in conversation, throwing Lan Si Zhui a look. The latter understood and told the juniors to speak among themselves.
Lan Jing Yi
Young Master Jin, night-hunts have always been fair competitions amongst the different clans and sects. However, to set up nets all over Dafan Mountain is clearly hindering the cultivators, causing them to fall into the traps. Is this or is this not against the rules of night-hunting?"
Jin Ling
" What can I do? It was their own fault for stepping into the traps.
I'll solve everything after I finish capturing the prey."
His face was same as grim as his uncle
Lan WangJi frowned. Jin Ling was about to speak again, but he suddenly realized that, shockingly, he could neither open his mouth nor make any sounds. Seeing that
Jin Ling's upper and lower lips became inseparable as if they were glued together, anger appeared on Jiang Cheng's face. The sloppy manners that he upheld before this were all gotten rid of .
Jiang Chen
You, with the Lan surname! What do you mean by this? It's not your turn to discipline Jin Ling yet, so release the spell, now!"
The silence spell was used by the Lan Sect
to reprimand its disciples. Wei WuXian had suffered a ton from this little trick. Although it wasn't anything too complicated or obscure, only people of the Lan Clan could release the spell. If one wanted to forcibly speak, it would result in either their lips being ripped bloody or a hoarse throat for a couple of days. The only solution was to stay silent and reflect upon the wrongdoings until the time limit of the punishment was over.
Lan Si Zhui
"Sect Leader Jiang, there is no need for anger. As long as he does not break the spell forcefully, it would release on its own, after thirty minutes."
Before Jiang Cheng opened his mouth to speak, a purple-clothed man in the Jiang Sect's uniform ran toward them from within the forest.
He shouted, "Sect Leader!" However, after seeing Lan WangJi's presence, he hesitated. Jiang Cheng spoke satirically.
Jiang Chen
"Talk. Is there more bad news?"
The man spoke in a low voice
"Not long ago, a blue sword flew over and destroyed the deity-binding nets that you had set up."
Jiang Cheng glanced at Lan Wang Ji harshly, his displease plastered all over his face
Jiang Chen
"How many were broken?"
The man replied carefully, "... All of them..."
That's more than four hundred!
Jiang Cheng seethed with anger.
He didn't expect the journey to be this unlucky. Originally, he came to help Jin Ling out. Jin Ling would be turning fifteen this year, the age of which he should already be making his debut and starting to compete with the juniors of other clans. Jiang Cheng considered the decision carefully before choosing Dafan Mountain as the location of the hunt. He also set up nets everywhere and threatened the cultivators of other clans, showing them the consequences so that they would retreat, in order to let Jin
Ling take the top prize without anyone fighting against him.
Although four hundred deity-binding nets were a whopping price, it wasn't too much for the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. Nonetheless, losing the nets were a small matter, but losing face was not.
With Lan Wang Ji's actions, Jiang Cheng felt a whirlpool of anger at the bottom of his heart, rising higher by every second. He narrowed his eyes, his left hand casually stroking the ring on his right hand's index finger. This was a dangerous sign. Everyone knew that the ring was a menacing, strong magical weapon. Whenever Clan Leader Jiang started touching it, it meant that he had the intent to kill.
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