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He is confident in his navigational skills but Lan YuJing found himself lost in the vast forestry of Dafan Mountain. He should panic but he is still confident that he'll be found by the others soon.
He decided to walk, carefully so that he didn't trigger the traps with deity binding nets.
They didn't know which rich sect that set it but the small cultivating sect are complaining. They couldn't night-hunt properly and hunt for the soul-consuming beast, whatever that is.
Lan YuJing pulled a compass like device from his quankun pouch and check if the hands are still frantically moving.
"... If it wasn't this small, it'll be creating a hurricane but whatever." he said. "Wei WuXian's inventions are not that trusthworthy..."
He wanted to add the words 'like the inventor' but it's disrespectful at this point.
The blank-faced youth untied the red ribbon on his hair and gathered it all in his left hand while holding and pulling it up, tying it into a ponytail and once he's satisfied he begins to sprint while still being careful of the traps that was scattered around the mountain.
After few moments of sprinting and avoiding deity binding nets, he heard a familiar voice.
"You damn cut-sleeve! Good for you, taking this sort of wrong path because you didn’t have enough spiritual powers to do anything! Watch out for your life! Do you know who came today?!"
The blank-faced youth peeked through the bush and saw mistre--- young master Jin, on the ground and struggling to get up. He shouldn't laugh but.
But...
"Hahahahaha! Jin---pFFT--HAHAHA!" Lan YuJing ended up laughing horrendously and mistre--- Jin Ling sharply turned his head towards the bush he was hiding. "Get out there you damn brat, show yourself! Why are you even here?! This is not a laughing matter! Wait until uncle gets here!" the young mistre--- (he should really stop with the mistress), master Jin screamed.
"Why is it your uncle, not your dad? Who's your uncle again?" another person asked, another familiar voice. Lan YuJing choked and stopped laughing after hearing those words. His blood ran cold through his veins. If young master Jin's uncle is here then...
Jin Ling won't be this aggitated if brother Mo hadn't said the taboo words, the blank-faced youth then walk out of the bush before looking at the person who was still wearing a ridiculous makeup, although, his outer robe that he loaned to him was nowhere to be seen. Lan YuJing would need to ask if the 'lunatic' saw that bell and have it returned if he did, later.
He opened his mouth and was about to speak but before he can tell brother Mo who Jin Ling's uncle is. Another yet familiar voice spoke in a mixture of bitterness and frigidness.
"I am his uncle. Do you have any last words."
Lan YuJing shuddered while turning his head to the owner of the voice.
Jiang Cheng's eyes narrows after meeting his gaze and Lan YuJing looked away, moving beside brother Mo out of instinct, smiling wearily at him.
The YunmengJiang sect's sect leader remained impassive. "Jin Ling, why did you linger for so long? Do you really intended me to come and pick you up? Look at the terrible situation you're in right now." he said. "Get up!"
Lan YuJing watched as Jin Ling get up, pointing his sword at them as he shifted to his uncle's side and throw a threat on either him or brother Mo, if he squinted, he would see a paper doll flew towards Jiang Cheng's fingers. The sect leader ignited it.
"Break his legs? Haven't I told you when you see someone who use this evil and crooked practice, you have to kill it and feed it to your dog!"
Lan YuJing didn't noticed that he moved out of reflex and had drawn his sword, effectively blocking the attack from Jin Ling.
Jin Ling, "Don't get in my way, you damn brat!"
Lan YuJing, "I don't think I can, sister Ling! Haha!"
And Jin Ling's attack became more and more vicious. The blank-faced youth can only blocked it at least.
Although, he didn't anticipated a whiplash to hit him on the shoulder causing him to let go of his sword. He let out a grunt and clutched his shoulder, the blank-faced youth looked at Jiang Cheng who cracked the Zidian.
"Your mother doesn't really discipline you enough, hadn't he?" he asked with contempt lacing his tone. "Stand aside or you wanted me to do what your mother can't."
A glare of a certain sword went passed Lan YuJing's sight and embedded itself to the tree behind the Jiang Sect leader.
Bichen and it's full glory.
Jiang Cheng sneered. "So it was you, second master Lan. You certainly lived up to 'Being wherever chaos is' aren't you?" he mocked.
HanGuang-jun or more appropriate to say his mother, Lan WangJi, from what he had known, doesn't really care for the fame and no matter how big and small the prey in the night-hunt is. If he is needed, although, being wherever chaos is then expect him to be there.
Lan YuJing sighs in relief, picking his sword up with his free hand and then walked behind Lan WangJi, towards Lan JingYi and Lan SiZhui. They looked like they drank something bad.
Lan JingYi scoffed and say, "Wasn't Sect leader Jiang here as well?"
"Tsk, GusuLan sect strictly respect their conduct of discipline, right? Shouldn't you know that it's bad to butt in whenever your seniors are conversing?" The sect leader of Jiang sect spoke arrogantly.
HanGuang-jun doesn't bother replying and shift his gaze to Lan SiZhui who nodded his head, saluting to the sect leader and Jin Ling.
"Young master Jin, night-hunts had always been a fair competition to all other sect and cultivators alike. But for you to set all of the nets here in Dafan Mountain are rather causing trouble and hindering others." he said directly towards young mis--- master Jin who arrogantly replied back.
"What can I do about it? They keep getting on--- MHFGH!!"
Mistress Jin's mouth was shut by the Lan sect's silencing spell. Lan YuJing averts his gaze and looked at brother, he walk to him and ignored Jiang Cheng's lithany of Lan WangJi not deserving to discipline Jin Ling when he can't even control his own child.
"Did that hurt?" The man asked, despite probably knowing it did. The blank-youth shrugged before smiling.
"It's fine brother, I've been hit by it couple of times."
Brother Mo stared, sligntly frowning before looking at Lan WangJi then to him. "... You're HanGuang-jun's..."
Lan YuJing, "Ah, did you see my bell?"
The said lunatic nodded his head, pulling it out of his pocket. Lan YuJing gratefully takes it when it was handed to him.
"Thank you," he said. "I'm glad you're safe."
He really was glad to see brother Mo, for some reason.
Why is that?
Extra:
Lan YuJing: SISTER LING!!! MISS JIN!!! MISTRESS LING!!!
Jin Ling: UNCLE!!!!
Jiang Cheng: YOU BRATS, QUIT MAKING NOISES!!!
Jin Ling: Aren't you making one too?
Jiang Cheng: ...
Lan YuJing: *slowly slides away from Jiang Cheng*