[Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfiction] I Raise A Ying in Yiling

Chapter 277 The Eve of the Decisive Battle 3

This is really the case!

Wen Ruohan flicked her fingernails, glancing at Lan Wenjing with a flippant and smug look.

Lan Wenjing's gentle smile paused for a moment, then he nodded slowly and replied, "Okay, Uncle understands. We'll take our leave now. As for Lan Zhixian and the others, we'll trouble Nephew Wei to wait a moment."

Wei Ying, his peach blossom eyes crinkling, patted his chest and assured, "I have no objection to what is my duty!"

"Then I'll be rude, kid!" After bowing to everyone, Wei Ying began to draw a talisman in the air with fluid movements. In just one breath, a talisman with a bright red glow was formed in one go. Then it suddenly shattered and flashed away. At the same time, a door that was similar to the magnificent bronze door that everyone had seen yesterday, but was somewhat different, suddenly appeared in mid-air.

As Wei Ying pushed open the increasingly intricate and profound inscriptions on the portal, he turned back and cautioned, "Today's portal is directly to the backyard of the inn in town, which is slightly different from yesterday's. Because its anchor point is more precise, there's a certain probability that users might experience dizziness or nausea during the journey. So, if you seniors also experience this, don't worry, just rest well, and you'll recover in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!"

After Lan Wenjing, Lin Yingsu, and the others nodded to indicate that they understood, they either smiled at him, nodded, or patted him on the shoulder affectionately. Then, one after another, they filed through the wide-open bronze gate in the air and left this forbidden place that everyone feared.

As the last person passed through the portal, Wei Ying casually shook his index finger, and the portal standing in the void suddenly transformed into a red stream of light that flew into Wei Ying's fair and smooth palm.

With a swift backhand snap, he shoved the still-usable teleportation portal back into place, mentally calculating when the remaining cultivators guarding the Demon-Subduing Cave would arrive after receiving the message on the communicator. Meanwhile, his dark, gleaming eyes, like black agate, darted around curiously, examining the seemingly ordinary, dark thicket of thorns before him—

What is it about this place that attracts the attention of such knowledgeable and renowned figures as Qinghengjun, Wen Ruohan, Nie Changfeng, Lin Yingsu, and the elite elders of the four families?

Unfortunately, after looking for a while, he didn't find any clues. Just as Wei Ying was about to personally break off some branches and leaves to examine them closely, a series of dense footsteps sounded from afar, which were the several cultivators who had stayed behind.

Left with no other choice, Wei Ying regretfully abandoned his intentions. He kept the matter in mind, then straightened up, turned around, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Seniors, Qingheng-jun and the others have already returned, instructing me to wait here and return with them!"

The five cultivators returned the greeting in unison: "In that case, we will trouble Young Master Wei!"

Wei Ying waved his hand: "Ha, it's my duty, my duty!"

He pinched out the tiny red dot, about the size of a grain of rice, from his waistband and tossed it into the air. A dazzling crimson light flashed, and yet another bronze door appeared, shining brightly once again. He pushed open the door and gestured to the side, "Four seniors, please!"

Without hesitation, the group flew into the wide-open doorway. Wei Ying, who was left behind, also leaped into the doorway. As soon as he passed through the door, the wide-open portal vanished almost simultaneously, leaving the entire mountain valley as eerily silent and desolate as ever.

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As soon as Wei Ying stepped out of the teleportation portal, he saw Lan Qiren and Lan Huan, Lan Zhan, Lan Wenjing, Lin Yingsu and the elders of the Lan and Lin families, and Wen Ruohan, Nie Changfeng and the members of both families, all standing in an eerie silence in his spacious and picturesque courtyard after its expansion.

As for the original owners of the house, Wei Chaoyan, Qiye, and Qingyan, they all cleverly made excuses to slip away, driven by their animalistic survival instincts. For example, Qiye made an excuse to go to the inn to help Lan Wenjing and the others who had been exhausted all night to pick up their pre-ordered meals, while Qingyan said she was going to the kitchen to check if the hot water was ready. As for Wei Chaoyan, well, she pretended that her dizziness hadn't improved much and leisurely went to sit in the pavilion not far away!

Just as the atmosphere at the scene was becoming increasingly tense, almost like ice water was dripping, Wei Ying appeared. Now, everyone's attention was focused on him, catching him completely off guard.

"Huh... what happened?" Wei Ying stumbled and almost fell headfirst from mid-air, but luckily he reacted quickly. Before Lan Zhan could rush up to catch him, he twisted his waist backward and used his toes to propel himself backward several times, dissipating the force of the fall before slowly landing in front of Lan Zhan who was rushing over. Before he could even stand firmly, Lan Zhan grabbed one of his arms.

"Lan Zhan..." Without bothering to analyze what had happened, Wei Ying immediately raised his hand and grasped Lan Zhan's hand to soothe his shocked heart.

Then, with a natural smile, he greeted the group of people who were staring intently at them: "Ha, it's already past dawn. Are you all waiting for me instead of having breakfast, seniors and Brother Lan? Oh dear, I'm just a little late!"

Then, ignoring the strange and subtle siding expressions of everyone present, he held Lan Zhan's hand tightly and urged him repeatedly with a grin, "It's getting late, let's hurry up and have a meal. There are still many things to discuss and plan after we finish eating. If we delay any longer, the other seniors from the Xuanmen will come knocking on our door!"

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Lan Wenjing and the others to react, he raised his hand in a gesture of respect and dragged Lan Zhan along, walking quickly towards the main hall. The speed was like that of a rabbit being chased, running very fast!

Seeing that they had set an example, Wen Ruohan and Nie Changfeng, who were usually focused on their own thoughts, exchanged glances, casually raised their hands in a gesture of respect, and hurriedly followed after him, saying, "I'm leaving now." Their subordinates behind them also shut up and bowed as if granted a pardon, and ran off with their sect leader.

Seeing that two-thirds of the people had run away in a flash, Lin Yingsu almost lost her gentle smile. She quickly said a few polite words and, under the resentful gazes of Lan Wenjing and Lan Huan, led her family members away without any courtesy.

Only Lan Wenjing and the Lan clan elders, who were left behind, stood frozen in place, their scalps tingling with fear, too afraid to move.

After a long pause, Lan Wenjing, still enduring the deep gazes of his younger brother and eldest son, forced himself to step forward and say, "Ahem, Qiren, Ahuan, let's go together too. We can't keep Sect Leader Wen and the others waiting; that would be impolite."

"Oh? So Qingheng-jun also knows that you shouldn't keep people waiting!" Lan Qiren said, his expression displeased. "Then why did you stay overnight in that dangerous place, the mass grave?"

"This..." Lan Wenjing hesitated, about to explain, when he saw Lan Qiren lead Lan Huan to give him a respectful bow and then leave in a huff!

Lan Wenjing, having been rebuffed, gave a bitter smile, said nothing, cracked his knuckles, and led the rest of the group to follow.