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Ancestor Yiling Wei Wuxian, tormented by countless ghosts, his soul scattered, died at the age of twenty-one. However, no one knows that this Ghost General did not truly die, or perhaps, he lives on in a different form.
In the depths of Potter's Field, a place where the once lively Wei Wuxian never set foot, there now lies a skeleton, silently resting as if in a deep slumber. Surrounding him are several layers of fierce ghosts, inhuman in appearance, yet with eager eyes.
They are mostly the resentful spirits that Wei Wuxian had enlightened before his death. Their original fate was to be trapped in the Potter's Field until they dispersed, but because of Wei Wuxian's intervention, they were restored to clarity and saw the light of day again. Although their hands were stained with blood and it was difficult to break free from the cycle of reincarnation, they had no complaints or regrets about guarding the new path for the sake of their gratitude. However, many things ended before they could truly begin, all due to the calculations of human hearts.
Wei Wuxian is kind-hearted but also naive, always refusing to believe that human nature is inherently evil. Regardless, once they received his kindness, they were destined to repay the favor. People may lack a heart, but spirits cannot.
Among these fierce ghosts, there are many old ghosts who have been wandering for hundreds of years. One of them calls himself "Old Qian" and claims to be a remnant of the sect era, probably over a thousand years old. Unfortunately, this Old Qian was just a servant responsible for cleaning in the sect, without any cultivation. He met a tragic death in the chaos of the sect and was thrown into Potter's Field. However, the area he was responsible for cleaning was the Hanhai Pavilion of the sect, similar to the book depository of the Gusu Lan, containing many sect techniques. This ghost can read, and from time to time, he sneaks a few books to read, which has allowed him to learn some secrets.
There is a sacrificial technique called "Painted Skin," where even if the deceased's flesh and blood are gone, as long as the bones remain, a ghost can "paint" a ghostly skin through voluntary sacrifice. One ghost paints one skin, and one skin lasts for one day. In theory, the more ghosts that voluntarily sacrifice, the longer the deceased can stay in the world.
The so-called sacrifice is to completely dissipate into the world, with no future. If Wei Wuxian still has consciousness, he would definitely not allow others to sacrifice for him, even if they are ghosts. But the premise for refusal is that Wei Wuxian must stay alive.
At present, there are three thousand fierce ghosts. Apart from Wei Wuxian's original subordinates, many of them are tired of being ghosts and are willing to contribute to the sacrifice when they hear that there is a ghost gathering here.
The red-robed female ghost who presides over the Dharma array has always been by Wei Wuxian's side in the past. She has the highest cultivation level and was decided by the group of ghosts to stay and take care of Wei Wuxian.
That day, the gloomy clouds over Potter's Field seemed even lower than usual, and the resentment seemed to be gathering as if it were about to break the seal. When the nearby Immortal sect rushed to check, everything returned to calm. Could it be that Ancestor Yiling has returned? But the one hundred and twenty stone beasts guarding the mountain showed no signs of damage, so it seems that it was just an unnecessary worry.
"Red clothes, you don't have to... you don't have to, you know I must be unwilling."
"master How is your heart and how do you think? How could we not know? Yes, you voluntarily gave up your life, but we cannot give up on master. Old Qian entrusted me to deliver a message to master before parting—'Not knowing life, how can one know death?'"
"I don't know about life, how can I know about death... I don't know about life, how can I know about death... I don't know about life, how can I know about death... I understand now, thank you all."
"master has been gracious to us, no need for thanks, only hope that master understands, what is life and death, what is righteousness."
Wei Wuxian is no longer the original skeleton, but has put on a layer of ghostly skin. Strictly speaking, he now has more than three thousand ghostly skins, changing one each day, which can last for seven or eight years. Every midnight, he will transform into the appearance of another person, regardless of gender or age, but he is no longer the carefree young man he used to be.
"This is fine too. I will live each final day in your image, living it well."
With Jiang Cheng by his side, Wei Wuxian no longer single-mindedly seeks death, but slowly begins to reflect on every aspect of his past life, reevaluating the worth and worthlessness of his actions.
He has lost his physical body, but his consciousness remains, and his cultivation has not diminished. The idea of his "soul flying and scattering" is purely a rumor. The only person in this world who could make him dissipate is probably his reclusive master, Immortal Baoshan.
Following Old Qian's instructions to the person in red, Wei Wuxian begins to reassemble the fragments of his scattered soul. Some are within Potter's Field, while others have already drifted away, meaning he will have to go out to search for them. He cannot move during the day, only at night can he cut open a hole in the barrier to go out and sense the whereabouts of the fragments.
Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Wei Wuxian's three souls and seven spirits have already gathered most of them, leaving only the last three pieces to be found. He has just over half a month left before his time runs out. He must gather all three souls and seven spirits before his ghostly vessel is exhausted, in order to regain his original ghostly body.
Over the years, he has almost turned Yiling City upside down, and the only reason the last three pieces cannot be found is probably because they are not in Yiling.
"Red clothes, please describe in detail the situation of the day I committed suicide again."
"master Why do you want to..."
"You said it."
Seeing Wei Wuxian's persistence, Red Clothes had no choice but to slowly explain. In fact, she was not present for the entire incident that day. After finally snatching Wei Wuxian's bones from the crazed and demented Ghost Hand, she retreated back to the depths of Potter's Field. The remaining situation was also learned from the mouths of other fierce ghosts.
"Are you saying that the Jin family took away Sui Bian, and the Jiang family took away Chen Qing?"
"Yes."
"It seems that the remaining fragments should be at Golden Scale Terrace and Lotus Flower Cove. But is there still one more?"
"Master, could it be attached to the Yin Tiger Talisman you destroyed?"
"Impossible, the Yin Tiger Talisman does not recognize me as its master, so it would not accept my soul fragments."
"Master, someone is coming!"
The sound of footsteps approached from a distance, indicating that a stranger had arrived at Potter's Field in the twilight. To be able to enter without breaking the barrier, the person must be highly skilled. Wei Wuxian and the person in red stealthily retreated and disappeared into the thick mass of resentful spirits to avoid being discovered. However, the arrival of the person left Wei Wuxian bewildered.
"Lan Zhan?!"
Today is October 31st, and every year at this time, Lan Wangji comes to the demonic cave to pay respects to the deceased. In previous years, he always came alone, but today, he is holding the hand of a little one.
"Lord Hanguang, why do we have to come to this Potter's Field?"
"To see Wei Ying."
"Is it... Ancestor Yiling?"
"Mm."
Lan Sizhui swore that after following Lan Wangji for so many years, this was the first time he had shown such a gentle expression. However, beneath the gentleness lay an unhideable sadness and longing.
"I believe this Ancestor Yiling must be a very good person, not as unforgivable as described in the books."
"Why do you say that?"
"At Sizhui's seriousness, Lord Hanguang is the most just, discerning good from evil. Anyone worthy of your personal visit, Lord, must not be a bad person. Sizhui doesn't know if what the books say is true or false, but Sizhui believes in Lord Hanguang. Not only Sizhui, Jingyi also believes!"
Lan Wangji looked at Lan Sizhui with great satisfaction, and for a rare moment, he affectionately patted the boy's head, making the child blush. He hadn't planned to tell Sizhui everything yet, and this night hunt happened to coincide with this special day, so he thought of bringing Sizhui to "see" Wei Ying. The resentment on Potter's Field was too heavy, so Lan Wangji made sure to protect Lan Sizhui from head to toe before bringing him up the mountain.
"A bit strange."
"What?"
"Lord Hanguang, for some reason, Sizhui feels a sense of familiarity in this place."
Lan Wangji felt a tremor in his heart. He was conflicted, both hoping that Lan Sizhui would remember, and not wanting Lan Sizhui to completely abandon that past. But before he could speak, a cold wind rose, and suddenly a surge of resentment rushed straight at him, forcing him to step back and wave away the dust.
"Bang!" Lan Sizhui fell to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.
"Sizhui!"
I never expected that the anger just now was only to drive him away, and the real target of the hidden enemy was actually Lan Sizhui! Without hesitation, Lan Wangji quickly picked up Lan Sizhui and flew down the mountain on his sword. This child is the only one who can connect him and Wei Ying together, and there absolutely cannot be any accidents!
"Master, have you found him?"
"Well, Yuan indeed has a special aura around him."
"I suppose master has a soft spot for Yuan, which is why it landed on him, wanting to protect him."
"I used to worry about Yuan, but now it seems that Lan Zhan has raised him well. He should be forming his golden core soon."
"Lord Hanguang...... is a good person. master, to be honest, in the past few years...... Lord Hanguang comes to Potter's Field on this day every year."
"Every year?"
"Yes."
"Is today a special day?"
"master, have you forgotten? Today is your birthday."
"My birthday, huh, I really did forget. I never really celebrated my birthday when I was alive, and now that I'm dead, it doesn't matter even more."
Hongyi knew that Wei Wuxian still had pent-up emotions in his heart, so she remained silent. At night, while Wei Wuxian was asleep, she went alone to the mountain and delivered an anonymous letter to the Yiling City's Unworldly Luminance Teahouse.
"Did you say this was delivered to the teahouse by someone?"
"Yes."
"Have you found out who did it?"
"The people from the teahouse have searched outside and found no trace."
"Every person will inevitably leave traces behind. If there are none, then perhaps... they are not human."
"Master, what should we do?"
"Do as the letter says."
The letter in his hand was held for a long time, and Nie Huisang still had no idea. He had a guess in his heart, and he knew no one would believe it if he said it out loud, but he decided to keep it to himself.
In less than half a month, the news of Ancestor Yiling's imminent return to the world caused a great stir, and many incidents of haunting occurred in the mansions of the Immortal sect who had participated in the siege of Potter's Field. It is not known who first suggested using Ancestor Yiling's old belongings to lure his soul into Potter's Field and carry out another suppression.
The Jin family originally thought it was a groundless rumor, but the head of the Jiang family was unclear. He was most excited to hear any news about Wei Wuxian. Seeing that Jing Guangyao did not respond, he immediately went to Jinlintai.
Although Jing Guangyao did not like Jiang Wanyin, after all, he was Jin Ling's uncle, and he had to give face to Yunmeng. So, under the leadership of the Jin and Jiang families, the hundred families of Immortal sect once again came to Potter's Field. However, this time the momentum was obviously not as great as the last time.
Lan Family was afraid of completely hurting Lan Wangji's heart and was unwilling to go; the Nie Family said they were too busy to attend. With these two families not going, the affiliated families were certainly not going to cause trouble, and the newly established small Immortal sect were not qualified enough to follow behind the two major families.
However, what happened later made these Immortal sect families who didn't attend feel fortunate that they hadn't gone.
On that day, before the suppression formation was activated, the raging resentment had already overwhelmed people. Resentment had no form, so even Jiang Wanyin, one of the "Three Strongest in the World," was at a loss with his purple lightning in hand, not knowing who to strike and inadvertently injuring many Immortal sect cultivators. Amid the chaos of resentment and the fleeing cultivators, any abnormality with Chen Qing seemed insignificant.
A flash of red light passed by, and Chen Qing returned to its original state. More accurately, it received a silent command.
Everything returned to calm, Potter's Field remained the same Potter's Field as before, and the previous chaos seemed like just a passing storm. Although there were suspicions that Ancestor Yiling had truly returned, there were few who dared to cause trouble in Potter's Field, and there might even be more terrifying ghosts and evil spirits hidden there than Wei Wuxian!
So, after a chaotic suppression formation, each family quickly returned to their own. Except for Jiang Wanyin, who was full of anger, no other family gained anything.
"Master, let's begin."
Wei Wuxian exchanged a glance with the person in red and then returned the last two pieces of fragments to their original positions, waiting quietly for the moment when the three souls and seven spirits would reassemble and the ghostly body would be reshaped. Unexpectedly, that moment occurred at this time.
"What's going on? Red clothes!"
"Master, I did not fully inform you of Old Qian's instructions. Although the art of Huapi can help you gather your three souls and seven spirits, it cannot truly bring you back to the world. Now that your soul has been restored, it's time for Red Clothes to repay the favor."
"Red clothes, what are you doing? Stop it!"
"master, the resurrection formation has been activated. You can't move, there's no need to struggle. Red clothes are fortunate to have received your call, shedding the confusion of the past five hundred years. These years have been a bargain, and it can be considered as fulfilling the joy of being a ghost. Now I have nothing to be dissatisfied with. It's time for me to leave. master, remember, your path should not end here. It's not just for yourself, but also for us, for the greater good, for the righteousness of the world."
"Don't, Red clothes! Red clothes!!!"
The brilliant crimson light draped over Wei Wuxian like a satin quilt, and as a tear slid down his cheek, he fell into a silent wait.
"Master, take care."
Five years later, the thatched cottages of Mo Family Village. No one cared about the passing of a madman, but as his eyes reopened, it officially announced the return of the shadow that once loomed over the heads of everyone in the cultivation world!
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