Both Jiang Cheng and Lan WangJi were at Buddha's Feet, waiting for any news, so who knows how long it would take for them to realize that something was wrong and come up here. To extinguish fire, water was needed. Therefore, if magical weapons didn't work, what about dark sorcery?

"He is going to use demonic cultivation." exclaimed Sect Leader Yao.

"What are you trying to say? That he is going to harm the juniors? Can't you see his helping them?" asked Jiang Cheng in anger.

"What if he is really going to harm them?" asked Meng Yao.

"If you both have nothing good to say then better shut thaf f*cking mouth of yours before I'm going to do it myself." said Jiang Cheng getting furious.

"Wanyin, please calm down." said Lan Xichen holding his hand to held him back when he decided to attack them.

Wei WuXian unsheathed the sword on Lan SiZhui's waist and chopped off a piece of a thin bamboo, swiftly making it into a flute. He lifted it up in front of his lips and took a deep breath. The shrill timbre of the flute was like an arrow, slicing through the night sky and shooting into the clouds.

"I know how to play a flute?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"Mn." said Sizhui.

"It sounds eerie." said Nie Huaisang.

"That was quick to make a flute." commented a random.

This should have been a last resort for him, but however, with the situation already like this, it didn't matter what he summoned. It'd be fine as long as the dark energy was strong enough and the killing intent was keen enough, so that it could rip the soul-consuming goddess into pieces!

"It's getting exciting." exclaimed Jingyi.

"So his intention is just to help." said Song Lan.

"It's not like he have the heart to harm the juniors." said Xiao Xingchen.

Lan SiZhui was shocked to the point that he couldn't even move, while Lan JingYi covered his ears, "Look at what situation we are in, and you are still playing the flute? It sounds horrible!"

"And look at the situation you are in, and you still have time to insult me." said Wei Wuxian making Jingyi hide behind his father.

"You're really is Jiang Cheng's son, didn't miss a chance to insult me." he said grinning at his brother.

"You also didn't miss a chance to tease me." said Jiang Cheng.

"Aiya ChengCheng." said Wei Wuxian laughing at his brother's reaction.

"Don't call me that." exclaimed the man that made Wei Wuxian laugh loudly.

In the battle, three or four of the cultivators who were fighting with the soul-consuming goddess had lost their souls. Jin Ling pulled out his sword. He was already less than two zhang away from the soul-consuming goddess. His heart thumped like crazy and all of the blood in his body went toward his head, if I can't slice off her head with this blow, I will die here-death it is, then!

"What the- Why are thinking like that?" asked Jiang Cheng, glaring at his nephew.

"It is not fun to die in such an early age, a-ling." said Jin Zixuan.

"Please don't be like that." said Jiang Yanli, holding his son's hand so tight.

"I'm sorry a-die, a-niang." Jin Ling can only apologize to them.

At the same time, from within the forests of Dafan Mountain, a tinkling sound appeared. Tinkle tinkle, tinkle tinkle. It was sometimes faster, sometimes slower; sometimes pausing, sometimes continuing. It echoed in the silent woods, resembling the sound of iron chains colliding and being dragged on the ground. It came closer, and became louder.

For some reason, the sound gave the people an uneasy sense of threat. Even the soul-consuming goddess stopped dancing. It raised it arms, blankly staring into the dark of which the sound came from.

"I wonder what he have summoned that made everyone stop." said Nie Huaisang.

"Something you will never expect." said Zizhen.

Wei WuXian put away his flute and carefully looked into the direction.

The ominous feeling that he felt became stronger and stronger, but because it was willing to come due to the summoning, it would at least be something that listened to him.

Then, all of a sudden, the noise stopped. A figure emerged from within the darkness.

"Who is that?" asked many of the cultivators.

"Just f*cking watch." said Wen Rouhan who is watching intently.

After having a clear view of the figure and the face, the cultivators' expressions became twisted.

Even when facing the goddess statue that could suck away their souls at any minute, the group did not cower or show any fear, but however, their shouting voices right now were filled with terror that they could not conceal.

"I don't feel any good feelings about this." said MianMian.

"Like something bad is going to happen." said Jin Zixuan.

"... The 'Ghost General', it's the 'Ghost General', it's Wen Ning!"

"No! It can't be." exclaimed Wen Qing.

"Wen Ning? My nephew?" asked Wen Rouhan.

The title of the "Ghost General" was as infamous as that of the YiLing Patriarch's. Most of the time, the two appeared together.

The word only referred one person-the right-hand man of the YiLing Patriarch Wei Ying, who had helped with the tyrant's crimes, stirred up wind and waves, played the jackal to the tiger, overturned the world with him, and most of all, was a fierce corpse who should have been turned into ashes a long time ago-Wen Ning!

"What is the meaning of this?" asked Wen Rouhan in rage.

"How did my brother become a fierce corpse?" asked Wen Qing hugging her brother tightly.

Wen Ning's head was slightly lowered and his arms hung down, as if he was a marionette waiting for the orders of his master.

His face was pale and delicate, and could be considered handsome in a melancholy sort of way. However, there were no pupils in his eyes, but only a flat cloud of white, along with a number of black, cracking lines which climbed up his face from his neck, so the melancholy turned into a frightening gloom. The lower hem and sleeves of his robe were ragged and torn, showing a pair of wrists that were the same ashen shade as his face, with black cuffs and chains on both his wrists and ankles. The tinkling sound was produced when he dragged the iron chains on the ground. If he stopped moving, everything would be silent again.

"What is happening? Why is my cousin like that?" asked Wen Xu.

"Who dare to harm him." asked Wen Rouhan releasing some resentful energy.

It wasn't hard to guess why all of the cultivators were scared out of their wits. Wei WuXian wasn't any calmer than any of them either. In fact, the storm in his chest had already crashed over the top of his head.

"Don't tell me that is my doing." said Wei Wuxian getting anxious.

"Calm down, I am here." said Sizhui, ready to defend him no matter what.

It wasn't that Wen Ning shouldn't be here, but that Wen Ning shouldn't be in this world at all. He was turned into ashes even before the siege at Luanzang Hill.

Wen Qing was now crying loudly in his brother's arm.

"Jiejie." Wen Ning only said, trying to calm his older sister.

Hearing the others call Wen Ning's name, Jin Ling's blade, which originally pointed at the direction of the soul-consuming goddess, couldn't help but to turn toward another direction. Seeing that he was distracted, the
soul-consuming goddess gladly extended her arm and picked him up.

"A-ling!" shouted Jiang Yanli, scared for his son's life.

"A-niang, I am here." Jin Ling assures her.

As Wei WuXian saw her opened mouth approaching Jin Ling, he didn't have time to be surprised. He raised the wooden flute again, hands slightly shaking, and therefore, the notes that he played also trembled. Aside from this, the flute was roughly crafted, so the sound produced could be described as coarse and unpleasant to the ear. With two notes, Wen Ning started to move.

"He can control him." shouted Wen Chao.

"He is the one controlling him." exclaimed Wen Xu in anger.

"How can I?" asked Wei Wuxian getting worried for his life.

Within the blink of an eye, he had already shifted in front of the soulconsuming goddess. Wen Ning used the side of his palm and gave a blow. The soul-consuming goddess's neck cracked, and although her body didn't move, her head was twisted around because of the force. She faced the direction of which her back originally faced, but kept on smiling. Wen Ning gave another blow with his hand, and the soul-consuming goddess's right hand, which was holding Jin Ling, was cleanly cut off.

"Oh My God! He is evil!" shouted Sect Leader Yao.

Everyone glared at Wen Ning who was inside the protective arms of Wen Qing.

"Are you out of your mind? Can't you see he is helping us?" asked Jingyi in disbelief.

She bowed her head to look at the wrist which broke off sharply. Instead of turning her head toward the correct direction, her entire body turned around, so that she was facing Wen Ning with her face and her back. Wei WuXian didn't dare to relax. He took a deep breath and commanded Wen Ning to fight. However, not long had passed, and he became even more shocked.

"Now what?" asked Wei Wuxian getting anxious.

Low-level corpses were unable to think on their own and needed his orders to lead them. Powerful fierce corpses, on the other hand, were usually delirious or unconscious. Yet, Wen Ning's case was different-he was created by Wei WuXian, which meant that he could easily be called the strongest fierce corpse in the current world. He was the only one who was capable of thought. Aside from not fearing injuries, fire, the cold, poison, and whatever living humans feared, he was the same as a one.

"He created him!" exclaimed Wen Xu.

Wen Rouhan stood up and let out a lot of resentful energy.

"You will pay for that." he said and all the Wen disciples stood up and unsheathe their swords.

"I-" Wei Wuxian don't know what to say and he unconsciously stood up.

"Wei Ying." said Lan Wangji in shock and grabbed him hurriedly.

"Take him." ordered Wen Rouhan to his disciples.

"If you can." said Jiang Cheng and stood up in front of his brother with his sword.

Lan Wangji unsheathed his sword and held Wei Wuxian in his arms.

The juniors also stood in front of Wei Wuxian, protecting him.

"So you're willing to fight for that man." said Wen Rouhan and his disciples slowly walked towards them.

"Wanyin." said Lan Xichen and stood beside the man.

Seeing that their young masters are willing to fight, all the disciples of Lans and Jiangs Sect stood up protecting them even without the order of their Sect Leader and elders.

"Get him." said Wen Rouhan in a cold voice and the Wens started to attack.

"Stop." said a cold voice and all of them stopped and looked at the direction wgere the voice came from.

"Why not find out the whole truth before coming into some conclusion." he said as he walked to the center.

"Qingheng-jun." said Wen Rouhan.

"Wen Rouhan." he said back.

"Fuqin." said the twin jades.

"Mn. Xichen, Wangji." he said and looked at his son.

"Xiongzhang." said Lan Qiren getting out of his shock.

"Qiren." his brother said.

"Fine, I will wait for the whole truth but if he really harmed my nephew, I won't take a second thoughts to kill him." said Wen Rouhan and ordered his disciples back.

The disciples finally calmed down and take their seats while the twin jades greeted their father.

Sizhui is comforting Wei Wuxian who is deep in his thoughts while Jin Ling and Zizhen sat down.

"Zu-fu!" shouted Jingyi and run to hug him.

"My grandson." said Qingheng-jun hugging him back which shocked Lan Qiren because the man hated physical contact.

The Lan continue their reunion so Jiang Cheng walked to his seat.

"My son-in-law, come greet your father-in-law." said Qingheng-jun, stopping Jiang Cheng in his steps.

"Umm." muttered Jiang Cheng which make Wei Wuxian chuckled hearing him.

"Don't be shy." said Qingheng-jun and walked up to him and give him a hug.

"You're great for my eldest son." he said which make the man blushed.

"Greetings, Qingheng-jun." said Jiang Cheng.

"Why so formal? You can call me fuqin." said Qingheng-jun.

Jiang Cheng can only nod his head and he was finally released and took a sit back.

Qingheng-jun sat beside his brother and the Lan elders.

However, at that moment, Wen Ning clearly wasn't conscious!

He was both shocked and doubtful as a few cries of alarm came threshing from the crowd. Using both his arms and legs, Wen Ning had secured the soul-consuming goddess on the ground. He picked up a rock which lay on the side, taller than the height of humans, and lifted it above the soul-consuming goddess. He started to slam it onto her with great force. Each strike sounded as loud as thunder, continuing until the stone body of the soul-consuming goddess was pounded to pieces!

"God! That's so powerful." said a female disciple.

"He looks scary though." said Nie Huaisang.

Amid the white pile of rocks scattered on the ground, a marble-sized sphere rolled out, radiating a circle of light in the colour of snow. It was the core that condensed in the soul-consuming goddess after she devoured the souls of ten-or-so living people. If it was brought back and handled carefully, some people, who had their souls eaten recently, could be restored back to life. However, at the moment, nobody made any effort to pick up the sphere. The blades which were aimed at the soul-consuming goddess all turned around.

"Hey! Life was more precious more than anything." said MianMian.

"Are they dumb or stupid?" Nie Huaisang asked in disbelief.

One cultivator shouted at the top of his lungs, "Close in on him!"

Some people replied hesitantly, but more people were indecisive, walking backward slowly. The cultivator shouted again, "Fellow cultivators, we have to block him so that he doesn't escape. This is Wen Ning we're facing!"

"He just helped them a moment ago." said Wen Qing, worrying about his brother.

"Clearly, they are dumb." said MianMian.

These words convinced the crowd. What was a mere soul-consuming monster compared to the Ghost General? Although the reason as to his appearance was unknown, it was obvious that killing one thousand soulconsuming spirits couldn't even compare to capturing one single Wen Ning. After all, this was the most obeying mad dog under the YiLing Patriarch, which bit people without making any noise. If it was captured, they would surely become famous in the cultivation world and quickly rise to success! Their original goal from attending the Dafan Mountain night-hunt was to fight for fairies, beasts, and evil spirits to add to their experiences. With the shouts, it was certain that some people were interested. Yet, the older cultivators who saw with their own eyes how wild Wen Ning was when he broke out were still cautious to make a move. Hence, the person shouted once more, "What are you scared of? It's not as if the YiLing Patriarch is here right now."

"Surely, they are nothing for him." said a random disciple.

"Uh-huh the Yiling Patriarch are just standing in front of you." said Zizhen.

"Is it important to be famous than saving other peoples' lives?" asked Nie Mingjue in disbelief.

After another thought, the words made sense to them. What was there to be scared of? His master was already in pieces!

"In pieces? That's how I died." asked Wei Wuxian.

Sizhui only squeezed his hands to comfort him.

With these remarks, the ring of swords which circled around Wen Ning had suddenly decreased in size. Wen Ning waved his arm, and the black iron chains swept past heavily, hitting the swords so that the directions of their blades slanted off to the side. Right afterward, he took a stride forward and gripped the neck of the person closest to him. With a light pull, he was lifted off the ground. Seeing the situation, Wei WuXian knew that the flute notes were too hurried and abrupt, causing him to develop a killing intent. To stifle it, Wei WuXian calmed his feelings and assuredly played another melody.

"Wangxian!" exclaimed Sizhui as he listened to the to the tone.

"What's that?" asked Wei Wuxian.

Nie Huaisang covered his face with his fan as he understand the word. He smirked at the direction of Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian who are sitting beside each other.

The melody had drifted over his mind naturally. It was relaxed and tranquil, contrasting with the bizarre and ear-piercing one from before. Hearing the sound, Wen Ning froze, and slowly turned toward the direction of which the melody came from. Wei WuXian stood in the same spot, staring into his pupil-less eyes.

After a moment, Wen Ning released his hand, throwing the cultivator on the ground. He let down his arms and walked toward Wei WuXian at a slow pace.

"He only listens to him." said MianMian.

"It's because he is the creator." said Su She earning a glare from the juniors and the Jiangs.

His head was lowered and he dragged a large amount of iron chains, even seeming as if he looked dejected. Wei WuXian retreated while playing the flute, guiding him to follow. Walking like this for a short distance, they moved into the forest, when suddenly, Wei WuXian caught the chilly scent of sandalwood.

"Sandalwood." said Lan Xichen and looked at his brother with a smile.

Immediately after, his back bumped into someone. With an abrupt pain on his wrist, the flute melody had stopped. Wei WuXian thought, oh no, and turned around to look. His sight collided with Lan WangJi's eyes. They were light-coloured to the point of appearing to be physically cold.

"Lan Zhan it's you." exclaimed Wei Wuxian.

"Mn." said Lan Wangji and held Wei Wuxian hands.

The situation looked unpromising. Lan WangJi had seen him use the flute to control corpses with his own eyes.

Lan WangJi used one hand to steadily grip Wei WuXian. Wen Ning stood still at about two zhang away from them, slowly looking around as if he was searching for the flute melody that had suddenly disappeared. From far into the forest, the light of flames and sound of human voices were spreading. Wei WuXian thought quickly and made his decision at once-so what, if Lan WangJi had seen him do this before? There were tens of thousands of people who knew how to play the flute, and the number of people who imitated the YiLing Patriarch's method of using it to control corpses could form a sect on their own. He wouldn't confess no matter what!

"I don't think someone can control Wen Ning other than you." said Meng Yao.

"I think so too." agreed Jiang Cheng.

"Of course you wouldn't confess, that's the most righteous man gripping you." said Nie Huaisang.

He decisively ignored the hand that gripped him and raised his arm to continue playing. This time, the tempo was faster, as if it was urging or scolding. His air was not steady and each note cracked at the end, sounding shrill and harsh. Suddenly, Lan WangJi's hand tightened, almost causing his wrist to break. Wei WuXian's fingers loosened from the pain and the wooden flute dropped to the ground.

"I think that hurt a lot." said Wei Wuxian.

"Mn. I'm sorry." said Lan Wangji.

"That's sound so f*cking horrible." said Jiang Cheng who covered his ears.

Fortunately, his orders were clear enough. Wen Ning retreated quickly, disappearing into the dark and gloomy forest without a sound. Wei WuXian feared that Lan WangJi would chase after Wen Ning, so he backhandedly grabbed him instead. But, surprisingly, Lan WangJi never even looked at Wen Ning once, but stared at Wei WuXian the whole time. The two stood face to face, gripping each other's arms, and stared.

"Am I the only one who can feel the tension between them?" asked Nie Huaisang.

"Not only you, but I can also feel it." said MianMian and others agreed to her.

At the same time, Jiang Cheng arrived.

"And here comes my grumpy little brother." said Wei Wuxian with a laugh.

"Wei Wuxian!" Jiang Cheng shouted making his brother and Nie Huaisang laugh more loudly.

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I decided to add Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen's father because I want him to be there to support his sons in every situation. I kinda like the twin jades to have their father and be with them throughout the story.

Also, the twin prides meeting their father-in-law.