The Untamed ( Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan )
Chapter 20 : Arrogance (#6) ~³
You would still take a note of me .....
~~ Wei Wu Xian
However, after stroking it for a while, Jiang Cheng compelled himself to restrain his hostility.
Although he was displeased, as the leader of a sect, he needed to take more things into consideration, which meant that he couldn't be as impulsive as Jin Ling. After the fall of the QingheNie Sect, among the Three Great Sects, the LanlingJin Sect and the GusuLan Sect were quite close due to the personal relationship between the two leaders. By leading the YunmengJiang Sect alone, he was already in an isolated situation among the three.
HanGuang-Jun, or Lan WangJi, was quite a prestigious cultivator, while his elder brother Ze Wu- Jun, or Lan XiChen, was the leader of the Gusu Lan Sect. The two brothers had always been on good terms with each other. It was best to not openly dispute with Lan Wang Ji.
Also, Jiang Cheng's sword, "Sandu," had never made actual contact with Lan Wang Ji's sword, "Bichen," and it was not yet decidable whose hands would the deer die on. Although he owned the powerful ring, "Zidian," a family heirloom of his, Lan Wang Ji's zither, "Wang ji", was also known for its abilities. The thing that Jiang Cheng hated the most was to be disadvantageous during a fight. Without complete confidence in his success, he would not consider fighting with Lan Wang Ji.
Jiang Cheng slowly took away his left hand, ceasing to stroke his ring. It seemed as if Lan WangJi was determined to take part in this matter, so it wouldn't help if he continued to play the antagonist. Jiang Cheng made the decision to, for the time being, owe him a favour, and turned around to see Jin Ling still covering his mouth angrily.
Jiang Chen
"Han Guang-Jun wants to punish you, so just let him do it for this one time. It's not easy for him, either, to discipline juniors from other clans."
His tone was sarcastic, but it wasn't clear who he was mocking. Lan Wang Ji never fought to win his way with words, and looked as if he didn't hear anything. Jiang Cheng turned again, his words covered with thorns .
Jiang Chen
"Why are you still standing there? Waiting for the prey to come and throw itself onto your sword? If, today, you don't catch the creature hunting Dafan Mountain, don't come to me ever again!"
Jin Ling threw Wei WuXian a tough look, but was too scared to look at Lan Wang Ji, the person who had silenced him. He put his sword back into its scabbard, saluted the two seniors, and retreated with the bow in his hand.
Lan Si Zhui
"Sect Leader Jiang, the GusuLan Sect will return the exact number of spirit-binding nets that had been destroyed."
Jiang Chen
"No need." ( sneered )
He chose the opposite direction and walked down calmly. The man who had come from the forest followed behind him, pulling a long face because he knew that it'd be impossible to escape a lecture when he returned.
Lan Jing Yi
"How could the Sect Leader Jiang act like this?"
Only afterward, did he remember the Lan Clan's rule of not talking behind others' backs. He looked meekly at HanGuang-Jun and shut his mouth. Lan SiZhui smiled softly toward Wei WuXian
Lan Si Zhui
"Young Master Mo, we meet again."
As Wei WuXian pulled the corners of his mouth, Lan WangJi spoke again
Lan Wangji ( ML )
Do your task !
The command was simplistic and clear, without any fancy vocabulary for decoration.
The juniors finally remembered the reason behind why they came to Dafan Mountain. They gathered their thoughts and respectfully waited for further instructions. After a moment, Lan Wang Ji spoke again
Lan Wangji ( ML )
"Do what you can. Don't force anything.
The voice was deep and alluring. If one was too near, the tip of their heart would tremble. The juniors replied mannerly, afraid to linger for too long, and walked into
the depths of the forest. Wei WuXian
thought that, undeniably, Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan were extremely different from each other. Even their advice for juniors were the complete opposite. While thinking, he suddenly saw Lan WangJi give an almost unnoticeable nod to him. He was quite surprised.
Ever since a young age, Lan WangJi had been so prim and proper that it was painful to watch. He had always been solemn and stiff, as if he had never been lively before. He couldn't let a single grain of sand appear in his eyes, which was why he had
never approved of Wei WuXian cultivating the dark path. Lan SiZhui had probably informed Lan WangJi of his suspicious behaviour in Mo Village already. Even so, he had nodded in acknowledgement, probably thanking him for helping out the juniors from the Lan Sect. Without thinking, Wei WuXian immediately returned a salute. When he looked up again, Lan Wang Ji had already disappeared.
After pausing for a second, he turned
around to travel down the mountain.
No matter what prey haunted Dafan Mountain, he couldn't take it. Wei WuXian could fight for it against anyone, except for Jin Ling.
Why did it turn out to be Jin Ling?
With so many disciples in the Jin Sect, he really didn't expect that the person he met happened to be Jin Ling. If he knew, he definitely wouldn't mock Jin Ling for "having no mother to teach him." If someone else had said the same words to Jin Ling, he would teach them about what it means to bring misfortune upon oneself
with careless talk. Yet, the person who had said so turned out to be himself.
After standing still for a moment, Wei WuXian raised his hand and gave himself a slap on the face.
The slap was both loud and hard, causing his right cheek to sting. Suddenly, shuffling sounds came from a thicket on the side, and Wei WuXian saw a donkey emerge from within. As he dropped his hand, the donkey actually approached on its own, unlike other times. Wei WuXian pulled on its long ears and forced a smile
Wei Wuxian / Mo Xuanyu ( MC )
You wanted to save the damsel in distress, but asked me to be the hero to the rescue.
The donkey whined, just as a wave of cultivators approached from the bottom of the hill. After the four-hundred-or-so spirit- binding nets were destroyed by Lan
Wang Ji's sword, the hesitant cultivators in Buddha's Feet all rushed up again. Everyone here was probably Jin Ling's opponent. Wei WuXian considered for a moment, about whether or not to make
them retreat again with force. But, after thinking about it, he ended up silently walking out of the way, letting them pass.
The disciples from different sects, wearing differently colored uniforms, complained as they walked, "Both the Jin Sect and the Jiang Sect spoil Young Master Jin too much. He's still so young, but he's already this arrogant and rude. If they let him have the LanlingJin Sect, who knows what chaos would happen? I don't think we'd even survive."
Wei WuXian slowed his pace.
A soft-hearted female cultivator sighed, "How can they not spoil him? He lost both his parents at such a young age."
"Shimei, that's not how it works. So what, if both his parents died? There are tons who lost both of their parents. If everyone acted like him, then what would happen?"
"I'm surprised that Wei WuXian was cruel enough to harm her. Jin Ling's mother was Jiang Cheng's elder sister from birth-the shijie who brought him up."
"It really was too bad for Jiang YanLi, bringing up a wolf that bites the owner's hand. Jin ZiXuan had it even worse. Just because he had something to do with Wei WuXian, he ended up like that."
"Why does Wei WuXian have something to do with everyone..."
"Indeed. Have you heard him being close with anyone other than the mad dogs that he raised? His enemies were everywhere, and he did wrong to everyone. Even with HanGuang-Jun, they were like fire and water, hating each other."
"Speaking of it, today, if it wasn't for
HanGuang-Jun..."
After walking for a while, the gurgling
sounds of a running stream came into Wei WuXian's ears.
He didn't hear this when he came up. Wei WuXian finally realized that he walked the wrong path down the mountain, and onto another one that forked off.
Holding the reins of the donkey, he stood beside the running water. The moon could be seen high in the sky. With no branches or leaves on the banks of the stream, fragments of white reflected over the surface. In the reflection, Wei WuXian saw a face, ever-changing from the flow of the
water.
He slammed his palm into the water, dissolving the ridiculous features. He lifted his dripping wet palms and wiped away the powder on his face.
A handsome, graceful youth appeared in the reflections of the water. He looked as pure as if he had been cleansed by moonlight, with smooth brows, bright eyes, and lips curving slightly upward. Yet, as he lowered his head to stare at himself, the drops of water hanging from his lashes rolled off, as if they were drops of tears.
It was a young and unfamiliar face, not the YiLing Patriarch who had overturned the world and killed thousands-Wei WuXian.
Wei WuXian wiped his face again and rubbed his eyes. He sat beside the stream with a thud.
It wasn't as if he couldn't withstand the words of attack. After all, back when he made the decision, he fully understood the situations that he had to face.
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