Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation: I Have Acquaintances in the Heavenly Realm - Chapter 32

As soon as the Hour of the Rabbit (5:00 AM) arrived, Lan Wangji awoke. He gently patted Wei Wuxian, who was sprawled lazily across his body.

Wei Wuxian opened his eyes sleepily and said, “Lan Zhan, is it already the Hour of the Rabbit?”

Lan Wangji replied, “Mn.”

After lingering on top of Lan Wangji and giving his face several messy kisses, Wei Wuxian finally stood up, albeit reluctantly.

The two quickly washed and finished their preparations. As they opened the door, they saw a basket of loquats sitting at the entrance.

Wei Wuxian reached out to take one and asked, “Eh? Lan Zhan, did you buy loquats?”

Lan Wangji replied, “It was not I.”

From the courtyard, Xie Lian said with a smile, “Young Master Wei, Second Young Master Lan, good morning.”

Wei Wuxian had already peeled a loquat and stuffed it into his mouth. After swallowing, he smiled and asked, “Good morning, Daozhang Xie. Did you buy these loquats?”

Xie Lian nodded. “That is correct. I saw the loquats in Caiyi Town yesterday and they looked quite good, so I bought a basket in passing.”

Shi Qingxuan also stepped out of the room and said, “Young Master Wei, why didn’t you tell me that besides the wine, the loquats here are also delicious? It’s a good thing I bought some yesterday to try, otherwise, I would have missed out on such tasty fruit.”

Wei Wuxian reached out for another loquat and tossed it to Shi Qingxuan, who caught it deftly.

“Didn’t I get too busy and forget yesterday? Since Lord Wind Master likes them, I’ll give you another basket later. It’s my treat—Lan Zhan pays the bill.”

Lan Wangji nodded. “Mn.”

Shi Qingxuan laughed. “Then Young Master Wei must be a man of his word!”

Wei Wuxian replied, “Naturally!”

Hua Cheng was leaning against the courtyard gate, playing with gold leaves. He seemed to have folded them into a palace; it was golden, bright, and exceptionally beautiful.

Unfortunately, the one who folded it didn’t seem to appreciate it much. With a light push of his hand, the golden palace collapsed. Before the gold leaves could even hit the ground, they vanished.

He looked up at Xie Lian. “Gege.”

Xie Lian turned to look at him. “San Lang, what is it?”

Hua Cheng said, “There is an anomaly in the Water Abyss of Biling Lake.”

Wei Wuxian immediately pulled out a talisman from his robes. Sure enough, the talisman instantly burned into ashes.

The group immediately left the Jingshi and headed toward the mountain gate.

Not long after leaving the Jingshi, they encountered Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi.

Before the two could salute, Wei Wuxian took the lead and asked, “Sizhui, where is Wen Ning?”

Lan Sizhui replied, “I informed Senior Wen about the Water Abyss yesterday. He should be waiting for Senior Wei at the foot of the mountain right now.”

Wei Wuxian patted Lan Sizhui on the shoulder. “Good boy!”

Having said that, he continued toward the mountain gate without looking back. Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi hurried to follow.

Sure enough, as soon as they descended the mountain, they saw Wen Ning waiting there.

Wen Ning cupped his hands and spoke with a stutter, “Young… Master Wei. Second Young… Master Lan…”

Wei Wuxian patted Wen Ning’s shoulder and said, “Wen Ning, there’s no time to explain. We’ll talk when we get there. Let’s go.”

Wen Ning nodded and followed them as they rushed toward Biling Lake.

At this moment, Biling Lake already had three whirlpools. The one in the center was particularly massive. The water around the whirlpools had risen slightly, resembling pillars of water.

The currents in the lake all converged toward these three whirlpools, quickly supporting the three water pillars until they were as tall as a man.

Lan Wangji unsheathed Bichen. A blue sword glare sliced the three water pillars in half, but they were quickly pushed back up by the lake water beneath.

He threw Bichen out again, and the blue light plunged directly into the lake. Lan Wangji immediately swept his sleeve to summon the Wangji Qin. His fingertips brushed the strings lightly, and the sound of the zither, like flowing water, began to resonate.

Wei Wuxian asked, “Wen Ning, how many can you tear apart with your bare hands?”

Wen Ning grabbed the collar-talisman around his neck and ripped it off. Instantly, black veins crawled across his face, and his pupils turned white. He said, “In the lake… the number is vast… I cannot count them…”

Wei Wuxian said, “Good Wen Ning, you decide what to do. Tear apart as many as you can.”

Wen Ning nodded. “Alright.”

With that, he leapt into the lake.

Wei Wuxian immediately pulled out the two halves of the Stygian Tiger Seal from his Qiankun sleeve. With a click, he joined them into a complete seal. He drew Chenqing from his waist and brought it to his lips.

In an instant, his eyes turned blood-red, and his body was surrounded by resentful energy. A flute melody, like the cry of birds, drifted out—distinctly different from Lan Wangji’s zither.

Lan Wangji focused on suppression, while Wei Wuxian focused on control.

Fortunately, a barrier had already been set up around Biling Lake. Currently, Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi were leading the Lan disciples to guard the entrance of the barrier.

Xie Lian and the others stood to the side watching. Suddenly, both Hua Cheng and He Xuan felt a pang of headache. Shi Qingxuan looked at He Xuan and asked, “Heishui, what’s wrong?”

He Xuan shook his head. “It’s nothing, just a bit of a headache.”

Hua Cheng rubbed his temple with one hand and looked up at Wei Wuxian, who stood amidst the resentful energy like a ghost. He remarked, “Interesting.”

Xie Lian immediately cast a barrier to shield the four of them. Instantly, the headaches of Hua Cheng and He Xuan subsided.

Taking Hua Cheng’s hand, Xie Lian asked, “San Lang, are you feeling better?”

Hua Cheng nodded. “Mn. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Thank you, Gege.”

Xie Lian remarked, “I didn’t expect Young Master Wei’s ghost flute to be so powerful that it could even affect two Ghost Kings.”

“However, this also proves that they will surely be able to eradicate this Water Abyss.”

Indeed, the number of evil beings in the lake was overwhelming and impossible to count. Controlling them all was out of the question. What was to be done?

Lan Wangji’s fingers did not stop moving over the zither. He said, “Wei Ying, Chifeng-zun.”

Right!

Back at Guanyin Temple, Chifeng-zun’s corpse had also gone into a frenzy. Wen Ning had fought him—fierce corpse against fierce corpse.

Now, the evil things in the water could also be made to fight among themselves!

Since he couldn’t control them all, it was better to control a portion of them and make them kill each other.

Wei Wuxian immediately understood. He shifted his flute melody to circle one of the water pillars. That water pillar struggled crookedly for a moment before laboriously crashing toward another pillar.

The largest water pillar in the center of the lake seemed to sense something was wrong. It instantly began to surge, doubling in size. The lake water became even more turbulent, all of it converging toward the central pillar.

Finally, the largest water pillar surged enough to swallow the one Wei Wuxian was controlling. In an instant, a metallic taste of blood rose in Wei Wuxian’s chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Lan Wangji immediately changed his zither melody. The flowing water sound suddenly transformed into a mountain torrent, crashing down with overwhelming force toward the massive water pillar.

He called out with urgency, “Wei Ying!”

Wei Wuxian wiped the blood from his mouth, turned to smile at Lan Wangji, and said, “I’m fine, Lan Zhan.”

He brought Chenqing back to his lips, a corner of his mouth curling up. “You want to grow bigger? I won’t let you have your way!”

The flute music surged like a migration of birds, plunging into the water and surrounding the giant pillar, rendering it temporarily immobile and unable to surge further.

The water pillar instantly transformed back into a massive whirlpool, like an open mouth. It tossed Wen Ning upward before closing again, becoming a water pillar once more.

Half of Wen Ning’s body was submerged in the pillar while the other half was exposed. He let out a roar, his hands straining with immense force as he tried to tear the water pillar apart.

But water has no physical form; it could not be torn. Trapped in the pillar, Wen Ning could only clench his fists and strike the water pillar with savage blows.

Wei Wuxian immediately shifted his flute melody to surround Wen Ning. Instantly, Wen Ning’s resentful energy surged. He propped himself against the water’s surface and pulled his legs free.

Without the restraint of Chenqing, the water pillar instantly dispersed. A colossal wave surged from behind Wei Wuxian, sweeping toward him.