Many people took out talismans to try if they could ignite them with their spiritual powers. Gradually, the talismans in some of the people hands lit up dimly. Hearing the question, they answered, âTwo-tenth is back for me.â
âOne-tenth for meâŚâ
âTheyâre recovering so slowly!â
When they set off, they all thought that compared to the siege at Burial Mound thirteen years ago, this one would definitely be more successful, so grand and tragic that itâd be recorded in history. Yet, nobody expected that the number of people who went down the mountain was almost the same as the number who went up. The second âsiegeâ could indeed be recorded in history. However, instead of being its scale or number of deaths, itâd be because it was the most pointless, laughable event of the cultivation world.
Some of the people rejoiced that they escaped death, others lamented about the changing of times. The dozens of sect leaders all gathered together. After some discussion, they agreed to first find a safe place to rest until their spiritual powers had recovered up to eight-tenths so that no more incidents happened on their way back.
Wei WuXian knew at once. The closest âsafe placeâ to Yiling was the area of the YunmengJiang Sect. He asked, âSo you intend on going to Lotus Pier next?â
Lan QiRen was vigilant, âWhy do you ask?â
Wei WuXian, âNothing. I just wanted to ask if I could go along.â
Sect Leader Yao warned, âWei WuXian! You did a good deed today, but those are two separate things. Please understand that itâs impossible for us to associate with you.â
Wei WuXian felt speechless, âDonât worry, nobodyâs making you associate with me. Right now, though, weâre on the same side, arenât we? The figure who planned the siege on you today has the Stygian Tiger Seal in his hands. Can you deal with it?â
The sect leaders looked at one another. In all honesty, what Wei WuXian said wasnât wrong. If he was willing to join in, itâd be of great assistance. But people had slandered the YiLing Patriarchâs name for so many years. Itâd be a bit embarrassing to have him cooperate with them all at once.
On the other hand, Lan WangJi turned to Lan QiRen, âUncle, have you received any news about Brother?â
After a moment of silence, Lan QiRen answered, âNo.â
Wei WuXian, âMaybe ZeWu-Jun is still under Jin GuangYaoâs control as of right now. Mr. Lan, the more people there is, the more help there is. Even if youâre worried about me, at least let HanGuang-Jun participate in your next plans. Itâs his brother, after all.â
ââŚâ Lan QiRenâs face was full of fatigue. He turned to Lan WangJi, âCome if you want to.â
The rest of the people immediately looked at Jiang Cheng. Among the three sect leaders of the highest status, Lan QiRen had taken a stand and it didnât matter if Nie HuaiSang took a stand or not, so now it was all up to Jiang Cheng. At the side, Jiang Cheng was trying out his spiritual powers and testing them on Zidian. Although it switched between bright and dark, at least the light didnât go out anymore. Purple light reflected against Jiang Chengâs face, giving it an air of mystery. Everyone knew that Sect Leader Jiang, the one whom Wei WuXian turned against, hated him the most. They all thought that their negotiation would fall through.
Yet, he only let out a bitter laugh, âSo you dare go back to Lotus Pier?â
After the short sentence, he stopped talking. Nobody knew what this meant, unsure if he allowed it or not. But when they set off, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi joined the group, and he didnât give them a single glance. They took it that he neither allowed it nor didnât.
When the group arrived at the bottom of the mountain, it was already nighttime. As they returned to the town, the lights had already been blown out, and everything was quiet. Everyone was tired, both in body and in spirit. Even their square arrays looked uneven and disorganized. Fortunately, when they conjured up the energy to count the heads, they realized that there wasnât a big difference at all. Because most peopleâs spiritual powers hadnât recovered yet and couldnât mount their swords, water paths were the quickest way to get to Lotus Pier. The group, consisting of over a thousand people, then set off toward the pier nearest to Yiling.
However, because of their hurried decision, they couldnât gather so many boats in such a short amount of time. The sect leaders could only rent all of the boats at the pier, no matter the size, no matter the use. Crowded with the disciples from all those sects, the boats traveled along with the water.
Around a dozen disciples were crammed into the same boat. Almost all of these boys grew up in comfortable environments. Theyâd never had to ride in such old, broken down fishing boats before, the corners of which were piled up with dirty nets and barrels, emitting the rotten odor of fish as its wooden boards creaked. Winds were high at night. The boats rocked back and forth. A few of the boys from the North were quite seasick. After they tried for a while, they truly couldnât hold it back any longer. They rushed outside the cabin and retched before they collapsed, dizzy-eyed, on the deck.
One of the boys commented, âHeavens, itâs so shaky that it feels like thereâs a storm in my stomach. Hey, SiZhui-xiong, youâre throwing up as well? Arenât you from Gusu? Itâs not like youâre from the North. Why are you even more seasick than I am?!â
Lan SiZhui waved his hand, his face the color of ash, âI⌠I do not know why either. I have been like this when I ride in boats ever since I was four or five⌠Maybe I was born this way.â
As he spoke, he felt the revolting feeling come upon him again. He stood up, holding onto the rail. Just as he was about to throw up some more, he suddenly saw a dark silhouette hanging onto the part of the boat below the rail, half of its body submerged inside the riverâs water, staring straight at him.
Lan SiZhui was so scared that he immediately gulped back the things he was about to throw up. Just as he pressed down onto the hilt of his sword, he looked carefully and exclaimed, âThe GhostâŚâ
Inside of the cabin, as Jin Ling heard this, he immediately rushed out with his sword, âA ghost? Where? Iâll kill it for you!â
Lan SiZhui, âNot a ghostâthe Ghost General!â
All of the boys hurried to the deck and looked in the direction that Lan SiZhui pointed at. As expected, the silhouette clinging to the side of the boat, looking up from below, was none other than the Ghost General, Wen Ning.
Right after they left Burial Mound, Wen Ning had disappeared. Yet, who knew that he was clinging to the fishing boat so quietly. They didnât know how long heâd been there, either.
Although back on Burial Mound, Wen Ning was fighting alongside them. There were many people then, and lots of seniors as well. In the middle of the night, especially on water, Wen Ningâs strange, sudden appearance still gave the boys a good shock. They stared at him for a few moments.
OuYang ZiZhen was the first one to shrink back, taking a seat on the deck, âWhy did the Ghost General come to find us alone?â
Someone mumbled, âSo thatâs why I felt this boat was going so slowly. A person is hanging on the bottom. Itâs so heavy.â
âWhy⌠Why is he clinging there?â
âDefinitely not to harm us. Or else, he wouldnât have protected us back in the day.â
âBut thereâs no danger right now anymore. Why did he come find us againâŚâ
âPfft!â
âJingYi, what are you laughing about?â
Lan JingYi, âLook at him. He is clinging onto the boat without moving at all, almost like a big, oblivious sea turtle!â
Now that he said it, some people felt that he indeed did look like one. But before they began to laugh, OuYang ZiZhen exclaimed, âHeâs coming up!â
Just as he said, Wen Ningâs body emerged from the water. Hands grabbing onto a hemp rope hanging off the deck, he began to crawl slowly up. The boys scattered themselves at once. A few of the more timid ones ran in circles on the deck as they panicked, chirping, âHeâs coming up, heâs coming up! The Ghost General is coming up!â
Lan JingYi, âWhat is there to be scared of? It is not like you have not seen him before!â
âWhat do we do? Should we call someone over?!â
When Wen Ning flipped over the rail, dripping with water as he landed heavily on the deck, the entire boat seemed to shake with his landing. The boys were as nervous as possible, almost all squishing to the other side of the deck. Their hearts raced, but they were too embarrassed to face him with their swords.
Wen Ning stared at Lan SiZhuiâs face as he walked toward him. Lan SiZhui noticed that he was here for him. He steadied himself as Wen Ning asked, âWh-What is your name?â
Lan SiZhui hesitated for a second before he stood up straight and answered, âI am a disciple of the GusuLan Sect. My name is Lan Yuan.â
Wen Ning, âLan Yuan?â Lan SiZhui nodded. Wen Ning, âDo⌠Do you know who g-gave you this name?â
Dead people had no expressions, but Lan SiZhui was under the illusion that he thought he saw Wen Ningâs eyes light up.
He also thought that Wen Ning was feeling very excited, so excited that he stammered as he spoke. He himself began to feel excited as well, as though they were about to reveal a secret hidden for years.
Lan SiZhui answered carefully, âMy name was of course given by my parents.â
Wen Ning, âThen, are your parents still in good health?â
Lan SiZhui, âMy parents passed away when I was at a very young age.â
One of the boys on the side tugged at his sleeve, âSiZhui, donât say so much. Be careful.â
Wen Ning paused in surprise, âSiZhui? SiZhui is your courtesy name?â
Lan SiZhui, âThat is right.â
Wen Ning, âWho gave it to you?â
Lan SiZhui, âHanGuang-Jun did.â
Wen Ning looked down, saying the word âSiZhuiâ a couple of times in silence. Seeing that he seemed as if he realized something, Lan SiZhui spoke, âGen-âŚâ He was about to call him General, but he felt that something was weird about it. He changed his wording, âMr. Wen? Is there anything about my name?â
âOh,â Wen Ning looked up, gazing at his face, not answering the question, âY-You really l-look like a distant relative of mineâŚâ
These words really sounded like the things low-level cultivators and foreign disciples said when they wanted to become familiar with the inner disciples. The boys grew more and more confused as to what was going on. Lan SiZhui didnât know what to respond with, either, âR-Really?â
Wen Ning, âReally!â
He tried as hard as he could to lift the muscles at the sides of his lips, as if he wanted to smile. For something, watching the âGhost Generalâ, a deeply sour sense of familiarity rose up amid Lan SiZhui, along with a blurry thoughtâhe seemed to have seen this face some place, some time ago. It seemed that there was a name that almost broke through some sort of a barrier. If he said the name out loud, many other things would resurface as well, and heâd understand everything.
But at this point, Lan SiZhui saw Jin Ling, who stood at the side.
Jin Lingâs face was dark, extremely dark. Holding his sword hilt, his grip switched back and forth between tight and loose. The veins on the back of hi hand also appeared and disappeared. He finally remembered that the Ghost General Wen Ning, who looked so harmless right now, was the one who killed Jin Lingâs father.
Following his gaze, Wen Ningâs âsmileâ disappeared as well. He slowly turned to Jin Ling, âYoung Master Jin RuLan?â
Jin Lingâs voice was cold, âWhoâs that?â
After some silence, Wen Ning changed his wording, âYoung Master Jin Ling?â
Jin Ling stared at him dead in the eye, while the other boys stared at Jin Ling, scared that heâd do something out of impulse. Lan SiZhui, âYoung Master JinâŚâ
Jin Ling, âMove to the side. Itâs none of your business.â
But Lan SiZhui somehow felt that it definitely wouldnât be none of his business. He went over and put himself between the two, âJin Ling, put your sword away fir-â
Jin Ling was feeling tense anyway. His sight being blocked, he couldnât help but shouted, âDonât stop me!â
He reached out and pushed. Lan SiZhui was feeling seasick to begin with, his legs feeling wobbly. With the push, he bumped into the rail, almost toppling over and into the dark river. Good thing that Wen Ning got a grip on him and dragged him back. The boys immediately went over to help him, âSiZhui-xiong!â
âYoung Master Lan, are you alright? Are you still dizzy?â
Wen Ning saw that Lan SiZhuiâs complexion was pale. Anxious, he blurted, âYoung Master Jin, come at me. Wen Ning will not resist. But A- Young Master Lan YuanâŚâ
Lan JingYi had a tolerant personality. He criticized, âJin Ling, why are you like this?! What did SiZhui do to you!â
âSiZhui-xiong did it for your own good. Not only did you not appreciate itâwhy did you push him?â
Originally, Jin Ling also felt that he used too much force. He was shocked as well. But as he saw that all of the others went to help Lan SiZhui up, blaming him instead, the scene overlapped with the countless scenes from his past. In these years, because he had no parents, everyone said that heâd been spoiled with no-one to discipline him. He had a bad temper and he wasnât easy to get along with. He had no close friends around the same age as him, no matter at Koi Tower or at Lotus Pier. His status was supposed to be respected, but he ended up in such an awkward position.
When he was young, no disciples liked to play with him; when he grew older, no disciples liked to follow him. The more he thought about it, the redder his eyes grew. He suddenly raised his voice, âYes! Itâs all my fault! Iâm just such a terrible person! So what?!â
The other boys all shuddered, surprised by the roar. After a while of silence, one of the group muttered, âWhat do you mean? You were the one who started it anyways⌠Why are you the one scolding us now?â
Jin Ling spoke fiercely, âAre you telling me what to do?! Since when is it your turn to tell me what to do?!â
Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi were on a nearby boat. With the shout, Wei WuXian paused in surprise within the cabin. He hurried outside and looked over across the water. Seeing that Jin Ling held his sword toward others, he asked, âWhatâs going on?â
Seeing the two, Lan SiZhui felt that no matter what difficulties he faced, he could overcome them no matter what, beaming, âHanGuang-Jun! Senior Wei! Come over here!â