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

Chapter 182 Previous Life 4

"His political skills are naive and immature, his personality is too kind and indecisive, and he is easily trusting of others; his ambitions are lofty but he lacks the means and strategies to match them, making him an unqualified demon lord or leader." Qi Ye calmly evaluated the demon lord who had lost everything and suffered a complete defeat.

"He is a chivalrous and righteous man, but he also has great character flaws. Although he has an exceptionally keen political sense, he is extremely lacking in corresponding political thinking and methods. He has long witnessed the despicable and ugly nature of the various sects of immortals, yet he still naively and ridiculously trusts their integrity. Faced with pressure from the crowd, and with a great treasure in his hands, he thought that retreating to the mass grave would settle things peacefully and prevent any trouble between the two sides."

His naive and laughable nature led him to underestimate human greed and jealousy; he could never properly assess his own position, whether within the Jiang family or when he retreated to the mass grave with Wen Qing's lineage; it was only a matter of time before he suffered the near extinction of Wen Qing's lineage and was devoured by countless ghosts! ..."

Wei Ying, with a rare cold and serious smile, offered a sarcastic critique of the Yiling Patriarch, who harbored wishful thinking, retreated all the way, and ultimately lost everything, failing to protect anyone he tried to protect.

"Wei Ying!" Lan Zhan, sitting next to him, heard this harsh comment and shouted his name sharply, quickly pulling Wei Ying back from his escalating outburst of reason. Wei Ying, now calm, pouted and reluctantly stopped his incessant barrage of venomous words.

Although Wei Ying kept quiet, his brows were full of grievance and resentment, his puffed-up cheeks resembling an angry pufferfish. Seeing his state, Lan Zhan softened his stern gaze, hesitated for a moment, then resolutely reached out his jade-like hand and firmly grasped Wei Ying's tightly clenched fist resting on his lap. With a slight force, he pried open Wei Ying's clenched fingers, and his slender, white fingers slid smoothly between the gaps, intertwining tightly with Wei Ying's.

"Lan Zhan..." Wei Ying suddenly looked down at the two's intertwined hands, and felt the burning gazes of the others present. His handsome face flushed red. Feeling embarrassed, he didn't want to look up and face the few badgers who were waiting for the big surprise to fall from the sky. So he simply played with Lan Zhan's cool and beautiful fingers while his head was down.

Unable to see Wei Ying's reaction, the group, bursting with gossip, shifted their focus, turning their curious gazes to another party involved.

Facing three pairs of bright eyes, Lan Zhan merely shifted the knuckles of his fingers tightly gripping Wei Ying's, lightening the pressure to avoid hurting the person he cherished. His expression remained impassive and calm as he began his self-assessment.

"He is clumsy with words, and his words are not what he truly means. He is easily confused when he cares too much. When faced with the sharp conflict between the various sects of the immortals and the Yiling Patriarch, he is limited by the knowledge he has acquired in the past and cannot see through the essence of the conflict. Therefore, although he is willing to solve the problem, he often achieves the opposite result."

Moreover, he did not fully realize that he was just a famous but powerless second son of a family at the time. At the critical moment, he was powerless and weak. No matter how much he cried his heart out, he could not turn the tide. Even if he paid a terrible price, he could not save the people he wanted to save.

Ultimately, all that remains is a disheartened confrontation with the cold reality that the person he loves has been driven to the brink of death by his own family and this dark world!

Although Lan Zhan's expression remained unchanged, his unusual abandonment of his usual concise speaking style and his delivery of this long string of words in one breath revealed that he was not as indifferent as he appeared to be regarding the fate of the Yiling Patriarch and the Lan Clan's choices in the original work.

After finishing his long speech and suppressing the curiosity that Wei Chaoyan and the other two had shown, Lan Zhan lowered his eyes and sat upright, resuming his taciturn state.

Having already given their self-evaluations, Qi Ye and Wei Ying kept their mouths shut, refusing to say anything more. Qing Yan, who was just observing, looked around for a while, wanting to say something, but suddenly realized that everything he could say had already been said by his brothers. At a loss for words, Qing Yan could only puff out his cheeks in frustration and shut up like his three brothers.

In an instant, a suffocating silence spread among them, making them feel extremely stifled.

After a while, Wei Chaoyan looked around several times and realized with frustration that all three parties involved were determined to stick to their guns to the end. She knew that today's heart-to-heart talk around the table had come to a complete standstill.

She could only raise her hand to pinch the bridge of her eyebrows, take a deep breath, and wearily wave her hand to announce the end of the meeting: "Alright! Seeing that you all know what's going on, I won't play the bad guy and force you to reveal your dark pasts in public!"

"Alright, you've all had a long day, you can all go your separate ways now!"

Upon hearing Wei Chaoyan's words to end the meeting, the group of people dressed as statues looked up apologetically at Wei Chaoyan, who was helplessly grimacing, and unanimously got up to leave the oppressive Bamboo Snow Chamber.

"and many more!"

Wei Chaoyan suddenly called out to the three who were about to leave, rubbed her face and said, "I know what you're thinking. Don't keep your thoughts to yourselves! Take these materials to Mingsi Pavilion and find Teacher Zhao (a teacher of political strategy and other related subjects). You need a plan for what to do in the future, right?" She pointed to the thick, snow-white book left on their seats.

The finger in mid-air shifted, pointing at the dazed Qingyan to the side. Wei Chaoyan added, "Take this idiot with you! They're all family, how can we leave him out when we're causing trouble? As for your sister, I'll go back to my room to prepare dinner for you. Remember to come back on time for dinner. Then tell me your plans in detail, understand? Hmm?"

Hearing Wei Chaoyan's drawn-out warning tone, Wei Ying and Qi Ye shuddered and nodded in agreement. Lan Zhan also nodded silently to express his meaning.

"Alright! Hurry up and go find Teacher Zhao and the others!" Seeing the four of them still standing there dumbfounded, Wei Chaoyan frowned and pointed at the door, shouting impatiently!

Wei Ying and the others turned around, grabbed the documents, and hurriedly slipped away, leaving Wei Chaoyan sitting in the empty Bamboo Snow Room, sighing deeply.