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After sitting quietly for so long, the host Jin Guangshan finally spoke.
"Originally, my the Jin family had planned to wait for the results before interrogating each family. But now that Lord Hanguang has made a move, it's better to just come clean. Yao, it's your turn to speak."
"Yes, father." (Turns around) "Lords, elders, the cultivator from the Jin family has been harmed by the Ancestor Yiling."
"What!?"
As soon as the name of the Ancestor Yiling was mentioned, the hall immediately became noisy. After all, this was a taboo in the cultivation world, like a thorn stuck in the heart, even if pulled out, there was often a feeling of blockage, like maggots clinging to the bone, difficult to shake off. They did not realize, and could not possibly realize, that the true nature of this feeling is called guilt.
Lan Xichen looked towards Lan Wangji as soon as he heard the words " Ancestor Yiling," knowing full well the urgency Wei Wuxian felt for his younger brother. He feared that if Lan Wangji were to get angry, he might just lift half the roof off the main hall. Given The Lan family's current state of recovery, it was not a good time to provoke the Lanling Jin.
However, to his surprise, Lan Wangji showed no reaction at all, not even a twitch of his eyebrows. He simply stared silently at Jin Guangyao. This was clearly out of character for Lan Wangji, and it was unclear whether he was forcibly suppressing his anger or plotting something else.
"When this cultivator returned, he was already at death's door. His last words before losing consciousness were, ' Ancestor Yiling used living people to refine corpses, attempting to create an army of ghosts.'
As soon as these words were spoken, chaos erupted in the hall, with everyone showing fearful expressions as if a great disaster was about to befall them."
"Enough! Wei Wuxian died from the backlash of ten thousand ghosts. What's the panic for?"
Nie Mingjue's authority was not something anyone could bear. His reprimand had an immediate effect, and everyone fell silent. It was understandable. Wei Wuxian was bitten to pieces by the fierce ghosts on the Burial Mounds in front of everyone. Not even a bone fragment was left. Even if his soul remained, it was impossible for him to have the power to defy death and come back to life. The only fear was his soul seizing another body, which would be troublesome. However, such possession couldn't happen without a significant period of time, as it violated the laws of nature and carried a heavy price.
"Rest assured, the reanimation of the dead is a practice of the Ancestor Yiling during his lifetime. Now, the Jin family has left this cultivator in order to save as many people as possible, not in vain of his sincere dedication to the Lanling Jin. It's just unexpected that it would lead to a misunderstanding by Lord Hanguang."
After speaking, Jin Guangyao bowed to Lan Wangji, and others, seeing his humble attitude, also spoke up for the Jin family, saying it was just a misunderstanding and not to be taken to heart.
The unexpected ending naturally came to nothing. Lan Wangji left with a flick of his sleeve, Jin Guangyao took turns apologizing, and even Lan Xichen could only smile and offer Jin Guangshan a drink, citing his younger brother's straightforward nature and lack of worldliness as the reason. In response, Jin Guangshan also gave him face, stating that it was a great fortune to have a cultivator like Lord Hanguang in the cultivation world, who upholds justice and is fiercely against evil.
It was Jin Guangyao who had a plan in mind. While changing seats, he instructed his subordinates to investigate Lan Wangji's recent whereabouts in the territory of Lanling.
The wine house's troubles were ignored, and Lan Wangji left the Golden Forest Platform, returning on his sword to an unknown location in the clouds. He even skipped the formalities of reporting to Lan Qiren, heading straight to Cold Pool Cave, where he declared a three-day seclusion, forbidding any disturbances. He seemed so angry that he lost his usual composure.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Qinghe, two white mountain sparrows chirped and fluttered on a copper frame, bringing joy to their playful owner.
"Lord Hanguang, are you truly not angry at all?"
"Reporting to Second Young Master, Lord Hanguang remained silent afterwards and went straight back to the Lan."
"(Laughing) The world has truly gone to ruin, forcing even someone like Lan Wangji to put on an act. I just didn't expect that he would go to such lengths for Wei-xiong. His feelings run deep. By the way, has the person set off?"
"They set off half an hour ago."
"Good, what about the medicine? Hand it over."
"Second Young Master, this medicine is really strong. Are you really..."
"If I don't act for real, I'm afraid I won't be able to deceive my big brother. After so many years as close brothers, he knows best whether I'm pretending or not. Since I'm using my sudden illness as an excuse, I naturally have to put on a good show. It's just a little pain, no one will die."
"Understood."
"Oh, and also, send a message to Nie Yang telling him not to return to Impure World, but to go directly to Lanling City to keep an eye on the area around Royal Water Dungeon. Since we've already alerted the enemy, we need to follow the clues."
"Understood."
Soon, a steaming bowl of medicinal soup was brought in front of him. Nie Huaisang looked at it and inexplicably smiled. There were probably few people in this world who would poison themselves, besides him. The mechanical traction therapy that he had painstakingly searched for in the civilian world had been deliberately reduced in aconite dosage, just hoping that it wouldn't be too severe when he drank it. After all, he was the most afraid of pain.
"Wei-xiong, Wei-xiong, please don't disappoint me."
Nie Huaisang drank the poison without fear, calmly lay down in the room, ready to face the silent agony. Meanwhile, more than a thousand kilometers further west from Qinghe, in the grassland hinterland, a young man in a thick padded jacket was falling into a terrible nightmare, oblivious to the child by his side calling out to him.
What's in the dream? Nothing, just an unbreakable knot in the heart and an endless darkness that makes the dream lose track of time.
Gradually, the young person, almost consumed by nightmares, muttered two words, as if calling out to someone. A child, on the verge of tears, leaned in to listen, struggling to make out what was being said. The name he heard, he had heard before:
" Lan Zhan."
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