People talked bad about Jin Guangshan especially his actions while the Wens just enjoy seeing them talking bad about each other.

No wonder Mo XuanYu would rather use the forbidden technique to sacrifice his body and ask villainous ghouls to take revenge.

"If I were him, maybe I would also do the same." a cultivator said and other agreed.

The pain from his eyes transferred to his head. Supposedly, to use the forbidden technique, the caster would chant their wish silently. As the evil spirit being summoned, Wei WuXian should have been able to hear his specific requirements.

However, it was likely that Mo XuanYu copied fragmented excerpts of the technique somewhere, and skipped this step. Although Wei Wuxian guessed that he wanted to take revenge on the Mo family, but how should he do it? To what extent? To retrieve the items that were taken from him? Or to beat up everyone of the Mo family?

"Where do you think he get the incomplete copy of the said technique?" asked a disciple to his friend who only shrugged because he also don't know.

"The revenge might not be as easy as that." said Lan Xichen.

Or… To wipe out the whole family?

"More reasonable." Jiang Cheng agreed.

In all likelihood, it was probably to wipe out the whole family. After all, anyone who touched upon the cultivation world would know what phrases were used most often to describe him—ungrateful, eccentric, not recognizing his own family, intolerable by Heaven, and other spectacular terms. Was there anyone else more “villainous” than him? If Mo XuanYu had dared to summon him specifically, the wish was most likely not an easily fulfilled one.

Everyone shivered by Wei Wuxian thoughts like it was so easy for him to do it.

"Is he insane?" asked Wen Chao but received a glare from the juniors.

Wei WuXian couldn’t help but to say, “You’ve got the wrong person…”

Everyone laugh at Wei Wuxian who only pouted.

"But it seems so easy for you to do it Wei-xiong." Nie Huaisang said receiving a glare from his brother.

Wei WuXian wanted to wash his face to have gaze upon the face of his body’s owner after death, but there wasn’t any water in the room, not even for drinking or washing.

The only basin-like container was probably, he suspected, for lavatory purposes instead of cleansing.

"No need to wash your face. The makeup suits you." Jiang Cheng said and Nie Huaisang laughed.

"Mean." Wei Wuxian and gave them a side-eye.

He pushed the door, but it was fastened with a latch, probably to prevent him from wandering outside.

None of these things made him feel the joy of reincarnation at all!

"At least you're reincarnated." Su She said in sarcasm and Lan Wangji glared at him.

He figured that he might as well sit in the Lotus position and get used to his new home. Time flew by, and the day had passed. When he opened his eyes, sunlight seeped inside from the gaps of the door and windows. Although he could stand up and walk around, his still felt lightheaded.

Wei WuXian was puzzled,

Mo XuanYu’s amount spiritual powers are insignificant enough to be ignored, so there shouldn’t be a reason as to why I can’t control this body properly. Why doesn’t it work?

"Maybe the body was tired especially when it is already physically abused by his cousin." Lan Xichen said.

"Am I okay in the future?" Wei Wuxian asked the juniors.

"You're very healthy." Sizhui answered with a smile.

Then, a noise came from his stomach, and he realized that this wasn’t related to his spiritual powers at all. In fact, it was because this body had not practiced inedia, and felt hunger. If he didn’t scavenge for food, he might become the first villainous ghoul who starved to death upon arrival.

"You're so dramatic even in your second life." Jiang Cheng said face-palming himself as he was done of his brother being dramatic.

"You know food is important, Cheng Cheng." Wei Wuxian said.

"Don't call me that." Jiang Cheng exclaimed.

Wei WuXian lifted his foot and was about to kick the door open, when suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps appeared. Someone stomped on the door and grunted, “It’s mealtime!”

Nonetheless, there was no indication of the door being opened. Wei WuXian lowered his head and saw a miniature door on the bottom of this one opening, with a small bowl set in front of it.

The servant outside shouted again, “Chop-chop! What are you waiting for? Take the bowl out after you finish!”

"How dare they to treat you like that?" Jiang Cheng asked in anger.

"Even though Mo Xuanyu is a lunatic, they shouldn't treat him like that." Jiang Yanli said.

"Even dogs are treated more better than him." said a cultivator and a shiver run down Wei Wuxian's spine.

The door was slightly smaller than the kind for dogs to crawl through—it didn’t allow the passage of humans, but bowls could be easily taken inside. There were two dishes and one serving of rice, which looked quite unpleasant.

Wei WuXian played with the pair of chopsticks that were stuck into the rice, feeling quite bitter.

The YiLing Patriarch had just returned to the mortal world, but the first thing he came upon was a kick and a scolding, not to mention the leftovers that served as his welcoming-meal. Where were the blood and gore? The ruthless slaughter? The absolute destruction? Who would believe him? He was like the tiger in a flatland, the dragon in shallow water, the phoenix without feathers, losing his advantage and belittled by those weaker than him.

"Wow! You've become poetic when having an unpleasant food." Jiang Cheng said sarcastically.

"It's kinda nice, Jiang-xiong." Nie Huaisang said.

"Of course, Wei-qianbe is the best." said Zizhen.

"See Cheng Cheng, I'm a poet." Wei Wuxian said standing up like receiving a praise.

"Whatever." Jiang Cheng only said.

"He is really going to wipe out the whole clan since he is expecting ruthless slaughter when he is reincarnated." Jin Zixun said.

"Shut up." Jin ling shouts at him.

Then, the servant outside spoke again, but with laughter this time, “A-Ding! Come here!”

The sweet voice of a girl answered from a distance, “A-Tong, are you delivering the meal to the one in there again?”

A-Tong clicked his tongue, “Why else would I come to this ominous courtyard?”

"What an unruly servants." muttered Madam Yu.

"They should be doing their work." she added.

The Yunmeng Sibling just look at each other since its been a while since Madam Yu spoke up.

A-Ding’s voice sounded closer, as if she was in front of the door, “You just deliver one meal a day, and nobody cares if you’re lazy. This is such an idle task, yet you think it’s ominous. Look at me. I’m busy to the point that I can’t even go outside to play.”

A-Tong complained, “Delivering his meal is not the only work I do! How can you dare to go outside these days? With so many walking corpses out there, everyone’s locking themselves in their houses.”

"Walking corpse? What is that?" Jin Zixuan asked while others shivered hearing the word.

Wei WuXian squatted by the door and listened while eating.

It appeared to be that, ever since a while ago, the Mo Village hadn’t been peaceful. Walking corpses, like their name, were dead people who could move, a type of low-level altered corpse. Unless the deceased person held strong resentment, they were usually dull-eyed and sluggish. They weren’t overly dangerous, but they were enough to alarm the average person, especially their vomit-inducing stench.

"I guess they are not that dangerous." said Jiang Cheng.

"They are corpses Jiang-xiong, they are dangerous." argued Nie Huaisang and others agreed with him.

Before Jiang Cheng could argue Lan Xichen spoke.

"They are dangerous even though they are already dead because they still had resentful energy and maybe held a strong resentment towards someone." he said smiling at Jiang Cheng who only frowned at him.

"A-die is right. Even though you are strong they are still dangerous." Jingyi said agreeing to his father.

"Then why don't get up and take a seat next to him?" Jiang Cheng asked but he only huddled closer to his mother.

"What about no?" he asked receiving a glare from him.

However, to Wei WuXian, they were the most obeying puppets. When he heard them being mentioned, he even felt a sense of familiarity.

"He looks so evil there." said a cultivator and Sizhui and Lan wangji glared at him.

A-Tong seemed to be making a face, “If you want to go outside, you’ll have to take me so that I can protect you…”

A-Ding replied, “You? Protect me? Stop bragging. Are you sure you can defeat those things?”

A-Tong said bitterly, “If I can’t defeat them, other people can’t either.”

"I surely can fight against them." exclaimed Jin Zixun making the juniors laugh at him.

"Really? Joke on you!" Jingyi said laughing loudly followed by Jin Ling and Zizhen.

"A-yi that's rude." Lan Xichen said in a calm voice in order to not make his son mad at him again.

"Oh sorry a-die." Jingyi aplogized while stopping himself from laughing.

A-Ding laughed, “How do you know that other people can’t defeat them? Let me tell you—today, some cultivators came to Mo Village. I heard that they were from a very prominent clan! The madam is talking to them in the main hall, and everyone in town is watching. Can’t you hear the noise? I don’t have time to play around with you; they might give me more work afterwards.”

Wei WuXian listened attentively. Sure enough, the faint bustling sounds of people came from the east. He pondered for a moment, stood up, and kicked the door. It cracked with a clank.

"Cultivators from prominent clan? What clan might that be?" asked Jiang Fengmian asked.

"It might be us, the Jin Sect." Jin Zixun said proudly.

"Go Wei-daijiu, show them your power." Jin Ling yelled cheering his uncle.

At the moment, the two servants, A-Ding and A-Tong, were flirting with each other, and screamed when the door suddenly flung open. Wei WuXian threw away his bowl and walked outside, flinching from the glare of the sunlight. He brought his hand to the tip of his brow and closed his eyes for a moment. Just now, A-Tong screamed even louder than A-Ding, but as he took a closer look and realized that it was Mo XuanYu, the person whom everyone could humiliate, his courage came back to him. He figured that he probably lost face in front of A-Ding, and wanted to make up for it, so he jumped over and waved his hands like he was reproaching a dog, “Shoo! Shoo! Go away! Why did you come out?”

"That man. I will surely kill him." Jiang Cheng muttered angrily.

"Don't worry a-niang, Wei-daijiu will teach him a lesson." Jingyi said calming his mother.

A-Tong treated him even worse than he treated a beggar or a fly. Most of the time, all of the servants of the Mo family treated Mo XuanYu like this because he never resisted. Wei WuXian gave A-Tong a light kick, knocking him over, and laughed, “How daring of a mere errand-running child to humiliate others like this.”

"See a-niang." Jingyi said happily.

"I think it is not a light kick for him to knocked down like that." Nie Huasing commented.

With that, he headed towards the commotion in the east. Quite a lot of people crowded in and around the East Hall. Just as Wei WuXian stepped into the courtyard, a woman spoke in a voice a few pitches louder than the others’, “A member from the younger generations of our family use to be a cultivator as well…”

It must have been Madam Mo trying to make connections with the cultivation family again. Wei WuXian didn’t wait for her to finish speaking, and quickly hustled through the crowd, into the hall, and grinned, “I’m coming, I’m coming. Right here!”

"Here he goes." Jiang Cheng exclaimed as he was sure that Wei Wuxian will create a huge scene in front of many people.

"I'm sure this will be embarrassing." Nie Huaisang said laughing.

A middle-aged lady sat in the hall, with well maintained health and wearing extravagant clothing. She was Madam Mo. Her husband sat below her, and the opposite side sat a few white-robed boys. Because of how an unkempt freak just appeared from within the people, all of the chatter came to a halt, but Wei WuXian spoke shamelessly, as if he did not notice the motionless atmosphere at all, “Who was calling me earlier? I am the only one who use to be a cultivator!”

"He's right though. He is a cultivator and Mo Xuanyu is also a cultivator." Zizhen said earning a nod from his friends.

"He is so thicked-face." Jin Zixuan said seeing that Wei Wuxian are not even embarrassed of what he is doing.

There was too much powder on his face, and as he smiled, the powder sprinkled off. A younger cultivator was on the brink of laughing, letting out a pfft sound. His face grew serious again as another one, seemingly the leader of the group, gave him a disapproving look.

"Oh look here comes us, Sizhui." Jingyi exclaimed getting his brother's attention.

"Of course my dear nephew will laugh at me." Wei Wuxian said.

"He is the only Lan who laughed." said MianMian who noticed that none of the Lans reacted seeing Wei Wuxian's face except him.

"Because he is un-lan." said Jin Ling laughing at his friend.

"That's better, at least he is not bounded by any rule." Jiang Cheng said as he don't want his to be emotionless.

Wei WuXian followed the voice and scanned over. He thought that the servants were being ignorant and exaggerated the situation, but he was surprised to see that they were really disciples of a “prominent clan”.

The boys wore robes with drifting sleeves and flowing belts, appearing to be ikemen anddoubtlessly a treat to the eyes. Looking at the uniform, it was obvious that they were from the GusuLan clan. They must have also been younger generations of blood-relationship to the Lan family, as they all wore white forehead ribbons around a finger’s width, with cloud patterns sewn onto them.

Jin Zixun rolled his eyes seeing that it was the Lan Sect who came there.

"Of course it would be the Gusu Lan Sect." said a random cultivator.

The motto of the GusuLan clan was “righteousness”. The forehead ribbon implied to “conduct oneself well”, and the cloud pattern was the official pattern of the Lan family, of which cultivators who came from other families did not have the right to wear. Wei WuXian got toothaches whenever he saw anybody from the Lan clan. In his past life, he had always thought of his clan’s uniform as “mourning clothes”, which was why he would never mistake it.

"Wei Wuxian!" shouted Lan Qiren hearing that Wei Wuxian describe their robe as a mourning clothes.

"Shouting is prohibited." said Lan Sizhui making everyone laugh seeing that a younger Lan is reprimanding their elder.

"I am right though." said Wei Wuxian.

Lady Mo hadn’t seen this nephew of hers in a while, and only got over her dismay after a long time, when she realized who the heavily-makeuped person was. She was furious, but she didn’t want to lose her temper and discompose herself, so she lowered her voice at her husband, “Who let him out? Get him back there!”

Her husband promptly smiled to calm her and walked over with an irksome look, ready to pull him out of here. However, Wei WuXian suddenly dropped to the ground, his limbs tightly clinging to the floor. Nobody could get him up, even after more servants were called to help. As Lady Mo’s face darkened bit by bit, her husband was also sweating. He scolded, “… You… Damn madman! If you don’t go back now, wait and see how I’ll punish you!”

"God Wei Wuxian, you are so embarrassing." said Jiang Cheng who is clearly laughing at his brother's antics.

"Saying that to him in front of the Lans? They will not tolerate that for sure." said Nie Mingjue.

Although everyone in the Mo Village knew that the Mo family had a young master who lost his marbles, Mo XuanYu had already hid in that dark room for a couple of years, scared to come outside. After seeing how both his face and actions were like those of a monster’s, the people whispered among themselves, looking forward to a good show to watch. Wei WuXian spoke, “I could go back if you wanted me to,” he pointed at Mo ZiYuan, “But tell him to return the things that he stole from me first.”

Mo ZiYuan did not expect that the good-for-nothing lunatic had the guts to cause trouble here, even after his disciplining yesterday. His face grew pale, “That’s nonsense! When did I ever steal your things? Would, would I need to steal anything from you?”

"Of course he can't return it. He will surely lose his face in front of many people." Meng Yao said but the juniors just rolled their eyes at him.

Wei WuXian said, “Yeah, yeah. You didn’t steal, you robbed!”

"That's the same thing." Su She exclaimed.

"They are quite different." said Lan Xichen.

"How?" he asked not believing that those words are different from one another.

"A-die doesn't have to explain it to you." Jingyi said glaring at him.

Madam Mo didn’t say anything yet, but Mo ZiYuan was furious, raising his foot to kick him. However, a white-robed boy carrying a sword moved his finger slightly, and Mo ZiYuan’s feet slipped, falling to the ground with his foot only scraping him. Even so, Wei WuXian still rolled on the ground, as if he was really kicked over, and pulled open the front of his robe, showing the footprint that Mo ZiYuan made yesterday.

"Look, Sizhui is on the rescue." exclaimed Wei Wuxian.

Sizhui just smiled even though he was embarrassed.

Lan Wangji didn't say anything as he getting jealous of the Lan boy.

The others thought that, obviously, Mo XuanYu couldn’t have kicked himself. Along with the fact that Mo ZiYuan had always been imprudent and arrogant, who else could have done it? No matter what, the Mo family had been being too ruthless to their own blood relative. It was plain to see that, when he first came back, he wasn’t this insane, and so it must have been worsened by the people of this family. Nevertheless, all is well as long as there was a good show to watch. This one was much more interesting than the cultivators!

Before this, Madam Mo ignored him, as she didn’t bother to argue with a sick person. She ordered the others to take him out. Now she knew—Mo XuanYu had definitely come prepared. His head was completely clear and deliberately disgraced them. She felt both shock and hatred, “You made a big scene on purpose, didn’t you?”

"He did." Jiang Cheng agreed making Nie Huaisang laugh and Wei Wuxian pouted.

"But it looks so fun though." Wei Wuxian said.

Wei WuXian replied blankly, “He stole my belongings, and I’m here to retrieve them. Does that also count as making a big scene?”

With so many pairs of eyes staring, Madam Mo could neither hit him nor throw him out. Anger welled up deep inside her, and she could only forcefully compromise the two sides, “Stealing? Robbing? That’s a bit disrespectful, if you ask me. We are all part of one family, and he only wanted to take a look at them. A-Yuan is your younger brother, so what’s wrong with taking a few of your things? As an older brother, you shouldn’t be reluctant to lend one or two playthings, should you? It’s not as if he won’t return them.”

"Now she acknowledge him as part of the family since his was getting humiliated in front of many people." said Nie Mingjue.

"So that she can save some face for the clan." said Jin Zixuan.

The boys from the Lan clan stared speechlessly at one another. These young boys grew up in a cultivation clan, exposed to splendor and that only. They’d probably never seen farces like this, or even heard of this kind of logic. Wei WuXian laughed hysterically in his mind, and extended his hand, “Then, return them.”

"The Lans are in disbelief." laughed Nie Huaisang.

"Look at your faces." laughed Jin Ling.

"That was the first time we saw such thing in front of us. That never happened in our sect same with Jiang Sect." exclaimed Jingyi.

"We are not used to drama, a-ling." Sizhui said calmly even though he was already embarrassed.

Of course, it was impossible for Mo ZiYuan to return anything, having either thrown them out or disassembled them. Even if he was able to return them, his pride wouldn’t have allowed it. His face turned purple with anger and he shouted, “… Mom!” His glare raged, are you really allowing him to treat me like this?

Lady Mo glowered at him, signaling for him to not worsen the situation. However, Wei WuXian spoke again, “Not only should he not have stolen my belongings, he shouldn’t have stolen them in the middle of the night. Everyone knows that I am into men. Even if he was not ashamed, I knew to not look suspicious.”

"Oh my God! Wei Wuxian you're so fucking shameless." exclaimed Jiang Cheng not expecting his brother would say something like that.

"This is so hilarious." commented Nie Huaisang while laughing.

Lady Mo gasped and shouted, “What are you talking about, in front of the villagers? How shameless—A-Yuan is your cousin!”

In terms of running wild, Wei WuXian was definitely a master. In the past, if he wanted to run wild, he would have to keep his status in mind, but now, he was a lunatic anyways, which meant that he could do whatever he wanted to, whichever way he wanted. He stiffened his neck and argued defiantly, “Even though he knew that I was his cousin, he chose to not avoid me, so who was more shameless? I don’t care about your reputation, but don’t ruin my innocence! I still want to find a good man!”

"So you keep your status in mind? As you should." said Madam Yu.

The Yunmeng trio just stayed quiet because they know that Madam Yu was already angry.

"Don't worry Wei-daijiu, you really found a good man." said Jin Ling getting everyone's attention.

"Huh?" Wei Wuxian asked not understanding his nephew.

"Shameless!" Lan Wangji said.

Mo ZiYuan let out a loud scream and started swinging a chair at him. As soon as Wei WuXian saw that his anger finally went out of control, he rolled over and climbed up, dodging so that the chair only smashed on the ground, falling apart in the process. The mass of people in the East Hall were originally gloating at the disgrace of the Mo family, but, after the fight started, they’d all fled away. Wei WuXian bolted towards the group of boys from the Lan clan, who all gaped at the scene, and yelled, “Did everyone see that? Did you? The burglar is also beating someone up! How heartless!”

"Look at you, acting all innocent." said Jin Zixuan.

"Hey! I'm innocent!" exclaimed Wei Wuxian glaring at him.

"The Lans was shocked." said Nie Huaisang laughing at the scene.

Mo ZiYuan chased him, and was close to pouncing on him, when the leader of the boys hurriedly stopped him, “Please calm down. Words are more powerful than weapons.”

"He is so calm." commented by a disciple.

"So well-mannered." said another disciple.

The Lan were proud but not really showing it as it is against their rules.

Madam Mo saw that the boy was deliberately protecting the lunatic, andpulled a smile warily, “This is my younger sister’s son. He’s not so bright here; everyone from the Mo Village knows that he is a lunatic, and often speaks strange words that shouldn’t be taken seriously. Cultivator, please…”

Before she finished her sentence, Wei WuXian’s head peeked from behind the boy’s back and glared, “Who said that my words shouldn’t be taken seriously? Next time, try stealing anything from me again. You steal once, and I cut off one of your hands!”

"Why did I said that?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"He really threatened him." Meng Yao said.

"I didn't do such thing, right?" Wei Wuxian asked the Juniors.

"Don't worry, you didn't do such thing." answered Sizhui reassuring him.