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June 10 - June 14, 2024
While he’d had a fairly poor reputation and died an extremely tragic death, he didn’t haunt the living, for one, and he’d never sought vengeance, for two. He could swear there was not a single wandering ghost in this world who was more decent and honest than he!
Truly, out of the mountains a tiger can be bullied by a dog, in shallow waters a dragon can be mocked by a shrimp, and a plucked phoenix is lower than a chicken. Stripped of their privileges, the strong will be belittled by the weak.
When it came to outrageous behavior, Wei Wuxian was an expert. In the past, he’d had to maintain some form of decorum so people couldn’t accuse him of having a poor upbringing, but now he was a lunatic anyway, so what did he care for shame? He could go wild and cut loose to his heart’s content.
It appeared that, despite how the cultivation world had demanded Wei Wuxian’s demise, they nevertheless had no qualms about making use of his inventions.
He had truly thought his heart was made of stone. But humans were no stalks of grass, not unfeeling, and in the end, he was human after all.
Wei Wuxian, however, thought: Duh. Of course Zidian can’t whip my soul out. I’m not possessed; I was offered a body. Forcibly offered a body!
…Why don’t you try not practicing for a dozen years, then make a crappy flute from some chopped sticks and play me a tune? I’ll kneel if you can play it well!
Lan Jingyi asked, “Hanguang-jun, where do we drag him to?” “The Tranquility Room,” Lan Wangji said. “…The Tranquility Room?!” The juniors all looked at each other in dismay, not daring to speak up. Wei Wuxian was left in the dark as to the meaning of their reaction, but the same thought had flashed through all the juniors’ minds: But that’s the study and bedroom Hanguang-jun has never permitted others to enter…
Over thirty discipline whip scars…was literally being lashed to death. And once the scars were on the body, they would remain for a lifetime. It was so the punished would forever remember their crimes, never to commit them again.
Wei Wuxian laughed. “Why would I leave the grand avenue under the sun to walk the single-planked bridge in the shadows? If it’s that easy to walk it, someone would’ve done so already.
Esteemed Hanguang-jun, it’s not that I’m trying to discredit you, but you really can’t work right without me, huh? It’d be a miracle if you managed to get any information, the way you hunt for it.” What he said was a little blunt, but in Lan Wangji’s gaze, beneath his eyelashes, there was nothing but softness.
On the contrary, he would personally visit the dungeons at night and cut Xue Yang into pieces alive, then summon his spirit back to do it again, over and over, until the boy wished he’d never been born into this world.
“Hanguang-jun, why are you looking at me like that? ‘I’ nothing. I don’t know the whole story either, so I also won’t comment. You’re very right. No one should presumptuously judge anything before understanding the inside story and the sequence of events.
Other people slept after they got drunk, but Lan Wangji slept first and then was drunk.
Lan Wangji’s voice came from above. “Listen to the heartbeat.” “What?” Lan Wangji said, “The face doesn’t show it. Listen to the heartbeat.” As he spoke, his chest vibrated with a low sound, his heart beating constant and strong. Thump-thump, thump-thump. It was a little on the fast side. Wei Wuxian understood and pulled his head back.
Wei Wuxian pointed at himself with a wide, happy grin. “What about this one?” “Mine,” Lan Wangji answered. “…” Lan Wangji gazed intently at him and repeated, impeccably, clearly, emphasizing the word, “Mine.”
