Wei WuXian, “I can’t possibly carry two pieces of sheet music with me at all times, ready to take them out on a moment’s notice, can I? Anyways, whether I’m lying or not, Senior Lan QiRen will know once he looks at them.”
Su She originally suspected that it was a bluff. However, seeing Wei WuXian’s sly smile and his assured tone along with Lan QiRen’s furrowed eyebrows after he took them over, he felt his chest tighten up, “Senior Lan, watch out!” As he spoke, he reached out to grab the two pages.
At this point in time, Bichen’s icy blue glare flew toward him. The sword at Su She’s waist unsheathed to block the attack. However, only after he blocked it did he realize—he was tricked!
Su She’s sword was called ‘Nanping’. Right now, striking against Bichen, its glare swirled brightly—he was clearly full of spiritual energy!
Chapter 81: Loyalty—Part Three
Translated by K of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
At once, Wei WuXian folded the two pieces of paper and put them back into his lapels, exclaiming, “Am I seeing right? I can’t believe you still have your spiritual powers! Congrats, congrats. But I’d like to ask you—if you aren’t up to no good, why did you hide the fact that you didn’t lose your spiritual powers?”
Of course, the two pieces of paper weren’t torn pages from Collection of Turmoil, but instead the strange melody that Jin GuangYao played, noted down by Lan WangJi back in the Room of Forbidden Books. At the time, Lan WangJi left one copy for Lan XiChen to compare and examine, while Wei WuXian put away the two copies of his and Lan WangJi’s, taking them with him. He happened to have been able to use it to trick Su She so that he grew suspicious and irritated. Along with him purposely mocking Su She beforehand, provoking him again and again, he became impatient as expected. In the end, without Wei WuXian having to say anything, Lan WangJi simply tossed out a surprise attack, and Su She exposed himself.
Everyone darted out of the way. In reality, it wasn’t necessary. When Lan WangJi attacked, it was the same as when Wei WuXian spoke, pressing and unsparing. Su She had to use all his abilities so as to not be defeated. He staggered all the way up to the stairs. Looking down, he happened to see the red array under his feet. Lan WangJi’s brows knit together.
Wei WuXian thought to himself, Oh no, he’s going to destroy the array that was just mended!
As he thought, Su She bit down on his tongue, held blood in his mouth, and spat it toward the ground. The splatter of the blood covered the red, darkening lines. Lan WangJi could no longer care about the fight with him. Slicing his left hand on Bichen’s glare, he tried to repaint the array. Su She used the chance to take out a talisman and throw it onto the ground. Smoke and blue flames arose.
A transportation talisman!
The mist-faced person from the YueyangChang Sect’s cemetery was familiar with the GusuLan Sect’s sword techniques, while Su MinShan was a foreign disciple of the GusuLan Sect’s, in correspondence with this condition. The mist-faced person who had appeared so many times was none else but Su She!
Wei WuXian got down beside Lan WangJi, “How is it?”
Lan WangJi painted on the ground for a while with his bleeding finger, then shook his head. The new blood had already completely covered and ruined the original array. It was impossible to mend. Wei WuXian took his hand and wiped off the dirt and blood on it with his own sleeve, “Stop trying if it’s useless.”
The array was on the verge of being completely destroyed. The disciples from the MolingSu Sect had blank looks on their faces. It seemed that Su She neither told them that he was playing the wrong melodies nor any way to prevent their spiritual powers from being drained. This meant that in the original plan, the MolingSu Sect’s disciples, like the others, were supposed to die. They were scared that other people would want to seek revenge upon them due to the hatred, and huddled into one small group. Yet, everyone was already panicked within the Demon-Slaughtering Cave. Nobody had the spare energy for any revenge.
A few sect leaders clutched onto their sons, cautioning them, “When the corpses rush inside all at once, protect yourself and try to get out. Stay alive no matter what! You understand?!”
As Jin Ling heard this, he felt himself cringe, but somewhere deep down he hoped that his uncle would say something similar as well. He waited for a while, but nothing came from Jiang Cheng, so he couldn’t help but glare at him. He glared for too long, and Jiang Cheng finally turned to him.
He seemed a bit less gloomy, but he frowned, “What’s wrong with your eyes?”
“…” Jin Ling was quite annoyed, “Nothing!”
Wei WuXian tore off a part of his sleeve that was clean and treated the wound on Lan WangJi’s hand. Suddenly, a figure dashed out from behind his back and came at him with his sword. Lan WangJi flicked the fingers of his right hand. With a jarring clash, he somehow managed to flick away the rash blade.
Wei WuXian turned to look, “Why is it you again?”
From the force of the flick, the person staggered a few steps back before he collapsed on the ground. It was Yi WeiChun. He held his sword with blood-red eyes, “Wei WuXian, those things you just said—I don’t believe a single word in them!”
Wei WuXian, “Everything was exposed. Su She had already attacked and ran away. How come you still don’t believe it?”
Yi WeiChun lunged again, “I don’t believe it! I won’t believe a single word you say!”
Hatred could blind a person’s eyes, make him unable to admit anything in favor of his enemy.
At this point, many terrified shouts came from in front of them, “It’s broken!”
“The array has broken!”
“They’re coming in!”
With bare hands, Wen Ning threw a row of tattered corpses flying away. Yet, no matter what, he was only one. Without the barrier formed by the array of blood, the Demon-Slaughtering Cave was finally unable to hold against the crashing waves of the corpses. Rancid roars immediately filled the empty cave!
Jin Ling had never seen so many fierce corpses before, much less at such a close distance. He could feel his scalp tingle, clenching the sword hilt of Suihua. Yet, suddenly, his fist was peeled open, and a cold object was stuffed inside. He looked down in surprise, “Uncle?”
Jiang Cheng propped himself up with Sandu, which had lost its spiritual energy. His figure wavered slightly, “Try losing Zidian and see what happens!”
Lan SiZhui, Lan JingYi, and a few others charged with their swords, “General Ghost! We can come help you!”
Sect Leader OuYang could neither stop his son nor stand up, bellowing, “ZiZhen, come back!”
OuYang ZiZhen brandished his sword fiercely as he turned around, “Don’t worry, Dad! I’ll protect you!”
Yet, just as he turned around, a withered hand stretched toward his throat. Sect Leader OuYang was almost scared to death as he wailed, “ZiZhen!!!”
At that precise moment, a blade severed the hand. Lan QiRen grabbed OuYang ZiZhen and threw him back into the pile of people. He himself, leading a group of sword cultivators from the GusuLan Sect, charged into battle. He’d been resting for quite a while, so his stamina had recovered. Many people were astonished by the force of his sword. Lan SiZhui was wielding his blade swiftly when he heard a loud clang from behind him. Somebody blocked an attack that came for his back.