Everyone settled down on their seats looking at the screen to know what's more happened in their future.

"Can I sit here?" Meng Yao asked Lan Xichen pointing at the empty seat next to Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen nodded but Jingyi suddenly stop him.

"No you can't. You're not allowed near my a-die at all." he said glaring at him that got the attentions of other people.

"Why?" Meng Yao asked with a smile.

"You just can't." Jingyi just said frowning at him.

"You lool like Jiang Cheng." Wei Wuxian suddenly said.

"Of course." Jingyi said proudly.

"Un-lan, settle down." Jiang Cheng said making Jingyi sit.

"But he can't sit with a-die." Jingyi insist.

"No one is allowed to seat beside my a-die especially someone like who is dis-" he was cut-off by Lan Xichen.

"A-yi, watch what you're saying." Lan Xichen reprimand him with a slight anger in his voice that shocked everyone especially Lan Qiren and Lan Wangji.

"A-die?" Jingyi asked in disbelief.

Never in his life that his father reprimand him especially getting angry at him. Just the thought of it make him sad not realising that he was already crying.

"A-yi I'm sorry." Lan Xichen apologized standing up to comfort him but he only cried louder.

Before Lan Xichen can hug him, Jiang Cheng already beat him to it. Knowing that it is his a-niang he hugged him back crying quietly as Jiang Cheng carried him to his seat and Lan Xichen instantly followed.

Jin Ling was sitting between his parents same with Zizhen while Sizhui sat at end of the first row next to Wei Wuxian who is sitting beside Lan Wangji. Jingyi was sitting on Jiang Cheng's lap as he refused to let go of his mother.

The screen started again.

Wei WuXian received a kick just as he opened his eyes.

"How dare he?!" shouted Jiang Cheng making everyone jumped in his sudded outburst.

A voice thundered beside his ear, “Stop playing dead!”

The kick threw him backwards, headfirst onto the ground. Fighting the urge to vomit, a thought formed in his head— that’s quite a lot of courage you have to kick me, the Patriarch.

"He's gonna die." muttered a cultivator.

"No one is able to save him." muttered another cultivator.

It was his first time hearing a human voice in quite a few years, let alone such a loud, fierce shriek. His head swirled and ears buzzed with the echoes of the voice, “Whose land do you think you’re living on? Whose rice are you eating? Whose money are you spending? What’s wrong with taking a few of your belongings? Everything you own should be mine, anyways!”

Aside from this adolescent, duck-like voice, there were the clunks of ransacking chests and smashing objects as well. His eyes gradually cleared up.

A dimly-lit ceiling appeared in his sight, followed by a slant-browed person with a sickly composition, drenching him with spittle, “How dare you tell Father and Mother? Did you really think that anybody in this house is going to listen to you? You actually thought I was scared of you!”

"This kid have no manners." commented Lam Qiren.

"Why are they doing that?" asked a random cultivator out of curiosity.

A few servant-like hunks shifted over, “Young Master, everything is smashed!”

The young master asked, “How did you finish it this quickly?”

A manservant replied, “There’s nothing much inside this shack anyways.”

The young master seemed to be quite pleased, poking Wei WuXian forcefully on the nose, “You dared to tell on me, and look at you now, playing dead on the ground! For whom? As if anyone actually wants these piles of junk! Now that I’ve smashed everything, let’s see how you’re gonna tell on me in the future! Are you proud of yourself just because you’ve studied cultivation for a few years? Well, how does it feel when you’ve been kicked back home like a stray dog?”

"Did no one teach him any manners?" asked Nie Huaisang.

Wei WuXian thought wearily.

I’m not pretending to be dead at all, since I’ve actually been dead for a couple of years.

Who is this?

Where am I?

When did I do something as immoral as stealing another’s body?

"I really died." muttered Wei Wuxian but still can't believe it.

"He stole someone else body." said Jin Zixun receiving a glare from the Jiangs and the juniors.

"He didn't!" exclaimed Jin Ling with anger making him shiver.

The young master let out enough anger by kicking the person and wrecking the house, and strutted out with his two man-servants, slamming the door with a “bang”. He shouted his orders, “Watch carefully. Don’t let him outside anytime this month, or he’ll make a fool of himself again!”

As the group went away, silence fell upon the room. Wei WuXian thought about getting up.

However, his limbs failed to uphold themselves, so he lay down again. He turned on his side and stared dizzily at the strange environment and the heaps of mess on the ground.

Everyone feel worry towards Wei Wuxian because of what that young master did to him even though they don't really know him.

A bronze mirror rested on the side, probably thrown onto the ground. Wei WuXian grabbed it and looked into the mirror, only to see a ghastly pale face, with two asymmetrical piles of red on each side of his cheek. Add a blood-red tongue onto the features, and he would look like a hanged ghost. He tossed the mirror to the side and wiped his face, finding his hand covered with white powder.

Cultivators chuckled seeing his even the Lans.

"Why is his face covered with that?" asked Nie Huaisang.

"Maybe to scare people." answered Jiang Cheng making Wei Wuxian to give them a side-eye.

Fortunately, the body wasn’t born this way—it was only one of the owner’s penchants. He was no-doubt a man, yet he was covered with makeup (not to mention, badly applied makeup). Ugh, how unbearable!

"Why did he covered his face though?" asked Nie Huaisang curiously even though no one can answer him.

Taken back by the shock, some energy came back to him, and he finally sat up, noticing the circular array beneath him.

The array was scarlet in color and crooked in shape, appearing to be drawn by hand, using blood as the medium, still damp and emitting a strong scent. The array was filled with warped scribbles of incantations, which were somewhat smudged by his body, but came across as gruesome nonetheless.

After all, Wei WuXian was known as the Supreme Leader and Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, so he was most certainly accustomed to vile-looking arrays such as this one.

"He's the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation? How immoral?!" exclaimed Jin Guangshan with disgust.

"Between you two, who do you think is more immoral?" Jingyi asked sarcastically while glaring at him.

It looks more scary because he is sitting on Jiang Cheng's lap who is also glaring at Jin Guangshan.

"No one is allowed to talk bad against young master Wei." Sizhui said calmly but his gaze is cold as ice.

It turned out that, in fact, he did not seize the body of another—he was offered one.

It was an ancient, forbidden technique. Compared to an array, it resembled a curse more. The caster of the array injures themselves by creating incisions on their body, and draws the array and writes the incantations using their own blood, finishing by sitting in the center of the array. They can then summon an extremely villainous ghoul and ask for it to complete their wish. The price to pay was to offer their body to the evil spirit, with their own soul returning back to Earth.

A lot of cultivators listen and watch intently seemingly interested on such technique.

"I want to make some notes about it." muttered a younger disciple.

"Then what's wrong?" his friend asked.

"I don't have anything to use to take notes." he answered making his friend laugh while giving him a paper.

This was the forbidden technique opposite to stealing another’s body— offering one’s body.

Because of the grave sacrifices, only few people were brave enough to put it into effect. After all, there were hardly any wishes strong enough for a living person to willingly sacrifice everything that they own. Over thousands of years, only three or four examples have been proven to be true and recorded by history. Without exception, the three or four people’s wishes were the same—to take revenge.

"What kind of revenge?" asked another younger disciple.

"Maybe the most unacceptable revenge." a cultivator answered.

Wei WuXian refused to accept this.

"What? Why would you refuse?" Jiang asked in disbelief.

"I don't know?" Wei Wuxian answered.

Why would he be put into the category of “extremely villainous ghouls?”

Jiang Cheng face-palmed himself jearing what his brother said.

"You alive again Wei-xiong but you refuse to like that." laughed Nie Huaisang.

"I agree with my future self." exclaimed Wei Wuxian.

Although his reputation wasn’t great and he had died in a horrifying way, he neither haunts the living nor seeks vengeance. He could swear that one can’t find another wandering ghost as harmless as him.

The difficult part was that, as soon as the evil spirit has taken over the body of the caster, the contract is sealed by default. The evil spirit must grant their wish, or else the curse will cause a backlash. The spirit in possession of the body will be completely annihilated, never to be born again!

"Wei Ying!" exclaimed Lan Wangji who didn't speak for a long time.

"Yes, Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian asked but he just shook his head indicating nothing.

Wei WuXian raised his hands to find that, unsurprisingly, both of his wrists were crisscrossed with multiple cuts. He proceeded to take off his belt. Under the black clothes, his chest and stomach areas were also coveredwith what seemed to be lacerations from a sharp tool. Although the bleeding had stopped, Wei WuXian knew that these weren’t normal wounds. If he didn’t fulfill the wish of the body’s owner, the wounds would not be able to heal. It would worsen as the time goes on, and if the time limit was passed, both his soul and this body would be ripped apart.

"Get out of there right now." shouted Jiang Cheng at the screen.

"Fulfill that revenge already!" he added.

"Surely that's what my future self will do. Calm down Jiang Cheng." Wei Wuxian said laughing at Jiang Cheng reaction.

Jiang want to hit him but he can't since Jingyi was seating on his lap so he could only glare at him.

Wei WuXian confirmed his situation several times, repeating “how can this happen to me?” in his heart even more times, and could finally stand upright, leaning against the wall.

Even though the house was large in size, it was empty and shabby, with sheets and blankets looking like they hadn’t been changed in a long while. There was a bamboo basket in the corner. It was supposed to be for storing trash, but, having been kicked over earlier, the scraps all tumbled out onto the ground. Wei WuXian scanned around the room and picked up a crumpled piece of paper. He unfolded it and was surprised to see it crammed with words. He hurriedly gathered all of the paper.

"Now what is he going to do?" asked a cultivator.

"Just shut up and watch." Wen Rouhan said to him making him change seat praying for his life.

The words on the paper must have been written by the owner of this body to vent when he felt stressed. Some sentences were incoherent and disordered; anxiety leaped off of the page through the distorted handwriting. Wei WuXian sat through every single piece of paper, and began to notice that something was wrong.

He took a few guesses and roughly understood the state of things.

"He's quick to understand the situation just by reading some papers." commented by a disciple making Wei Wuxian smile in appreciation.

It turned out to be that the owner of this body was named Mo XuanYu. His location was called Mo Village.

Mo XuanYu’s grandfather was from a rich family of the area. His family was few in number, and, although he tried at it, he only had two daughters. Their names were not mentioned, but the elder one was the daughter of his principal wife, looking for a husband to marry into the family, while the younger one was the daughter of a servant. The Mo family originally wanted to hastily give her to someone, but an adventure awaited her. When she was sixteen, the leader of a well-known cultivation family was passing by the area, and fell in love with her at first sight.

"Who might that cultivator be?" a disciple asked making everyone curious as well.

"Who else?!" exclaimed Jingyi with disgust.

Everyone admires cultivators. Cultivation families, in the eyes of common folk, are like people favored by God, mysterious yet noble. In the beginning, the people of Mo Village regarded the topic with contempt, but because the Sect Leader often helped out, the Mo family received plenty of advantages. And so, the direction of the discussions changed, and the Mo family took pride in the matter, while everyone else also envied the opportunity. The second-lady of Mo bore one son for the leader—Mo XuanYu.

But, not for long, since the Sect Leader was only involved with her to experiment with something new, he grew tired of it in a few years. After Mo XuanYu turned four, his father never came back again.

Everyone turned dared towards the Jins especially to Jin Guangshan.

"How disgusting?!" said Nie Mingjue glaring at the man.

"Have no respect to women." Lan Qiren said and everyone nodded agreeing to him.

Madam was furiously glaring at Jin Guangsham who hid his face behind his fan.

Gradually, the opinions of the Mo Village’s people changed again. The original contempt and scorn returned, alongside with disdainful pity.

The second-lady of Mo did not want to accept this; she firmly believed that the Sect Leader would not turn a deaf ear to his own son. Sure enough, when Mo XuanYu turned fourteen, the Sect Leader took him back.

The second-lady stuck her nose up in the air again, and told everyone that her son would most certainly become an Immortal as fast as he could, and bring glory on his ancestors.

"Immortal? What she think it is?" asked a cultivator in disbelief.

"Only strong cultivator can reach immortality. It is not that easy." Lan Xichen commented.

However, before Mo XuanYu achieve success in cultivation and inherit his father’s position, he was driven back.

On top of that, he was driven back shamefully.

Mo XuanYu was homosexual, and had enough nerve to harass the other disciples. The scandal was revealed to the public and, as he had few achievements in terms of cultivation, there were no reasons for him to stay in the clan.

"Homosexual? That's disgusting!" exclaimed Sect Leader Yao.

"What's disgusting?" asked Madam Yu letting out her whip.

Lan Qiren also wanted to say something but stopped himself and only glared at the man.

Like adding frost to snow, aside from the event itself, when Mo XuanYu returned, he often behaved in a crazy manner, almost as if his life was scared out of him.

"I think it's not just because he's homosexual. There might be a more reason behind it." commented Nie Huisang fanning himself.

The story was almost too complex to be put into words. Wei WuXian’s eyebrows twitched.

Not only a lunatic, a homosexual lunatic as well.

"I think he is not really a lunatic." said Nie Huisang.

"Why?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"Just my thoughts." he asnwered laughing at him.

That explained why there were enough rouge and powder on his face to make him look like a hanged ghost, and also why nobody was surprised at the large, bloody array on the ground. Even if Mo XuanYu painted the whole room red with blood, from the tiles on the ground to the walls to the ceiling, the others wouldn’t be overly surprised. After all, everyone knew that his head had a screw loose!

After he went back home dejectedly, he was bombarded with ridicule. The situation seemed like it was beyond redemption, and the second-lady of Mo was not able to withstand the blow, shortly choking to death because of the trauma.

"Why do they have to make fun of him?" Wei Wuxian asked in disbelief.

"That must be a great blow to his mother." said a random cultivator.

At this time, Mo XuanYu’s grandfather had already passed away. The first-lady of Mo was in charge of the family, but, ever since a young age, she had been unable to stand her younger sister, including her sister’s son. She had an only child, Mo ZiYuan, who happened to be the person who ransacked the place earlier. When Mo XuanYu was taken away by his father, the first-lady was jealous, and wanted to have even the slightest relationship with a cultivation Sect. She hoped that the envoy who came would take Mo ZiYuan to cultivate as well.

Of course, she was refused, or rather, ignored.

"Look what happened to his nephew, she still think that the man will take his son too. That's insane." said Wen Xu.

This was most certainly not a case of selling cabbage. One simply can’t bargain, much less buy one and get another for free.

Strangely confident, this family all held the thought that Mo ZiYuan had potential and talent. They believed that if, back then, he was sent instead, he would have won recognition from the Sect, unlike his disappointing cousin. Although, when Mo XuanYu left, Mo ZiYuan was still young, he was repeatedly instilled with nonsense such as this, and believed in them wholeheartedly. Every two or three days, he would find Mo XuanYu and humiliate him, cursing him for snatching his road to cultivation. At the same time, he was found great interest in the talismans, elixirs, and magic tools, regarding all of them as his possessions and doing whatever he wanted with them.

"What a dumb brain he has." Jiang Cheng glaring at the on the screen.

"The man didn't even do anything to him at all." commented Jiang Yanli.

Although Mo XuanYu often switched in and out of being a lunatic, he did understand that he was degraded by others. He tolerated it, but Mo ZiYuan further intensified his behaviour, almost emptying his whole room. His patience had finally drained out and he complained to his aunt and uncle, causing Mo ZiYuan’s commotion from this morning.

The words on the paper were small and compact, which hurt Wei WuXian’s eyes. He thought to himself, “How fucked up is this person’s life?”

"Yeah, his life was really fucked up." Nie Huaisang agreed.