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Wei Wuxian absent-mindedly stroked his stomach and hummed a familiar song. In this quiet field of rabbits in the back of Cloud Recesses, a fresh wind, bird’s singing, the sound of leaves.
He wishes he could stay like this.
“A-Yu, let us come back to our house, hmm?” He gently stroked his stomach and got up. Wei Wuxian stood up and began to walk.
He saw a few disciple’s giving him a slight bow and left. He reciprocates it. His feet brought him in front of the said house, Wei Wuxian was about to enter when he realized something.
He swallowed hard and turned around to walk away from the house. “Wei-gongzi.” A small voice called out for him from behind. Wei Wuxian didn’t turn around but he stopped.
“May I ask you for a tea?” The person offered. Wei Wuxian turns around this time and gives the person a wide smile. “Would it not bother you, Mo-gongzi?”
Mo Xuanyu immediately shakes his head and assures him right away. “No, of course it will not. I would like to have a word with you, too.” He gave him a genuine smile this time and waited for him to walk together inside the house.
When they had already settled, Wei Wuxian did not touch the tea that was offered. When the boy gave him a curious look, he quickly apologized. “Oh, I am sorry, I do not drink tea anymore, A-Yu don't lik—” Wei Wuxian stopped and began realizing something again.
The boy gave him a sad smile and settled his eyes on the table in front of them that neither of them touched.
Wei Wuxian hurries to apologize for his rudeness. “I apologize, I apologize! I didn’t mean to—” Yet he was interrupted by the boy’s reply.
“I should be the one to apologize.” The boy said.
Wei Wuxian shakes his head and smiles.
“Everything’s okay?” He asked. The boy shook his head and attempted to say something but no words came out from him.
The boy clears his throat a few seconds later and still has not met Wei Wuxian’s gaze. Wei Wuxian let him. “I-I firstly want to say sorry, we did not have time to talk when I came back to my body.” Wei Wuxian was silent and let the boy speak.
“I actually had time—but I do not know how to approach you. Sorry. I—I just you know—” Wei Wuxian’s watching him with a look of waiting for more. “Stop apologizing, you did nothing wrong. Well, I guess the one for summoning me back.” He chuckles.
Mo Xuanyu looks at him this time and with a serious tone, he says, “I would not apologize for summoning you, Wei-qianbei.” Wei Wuxian lets a laugh escape his lips and shakes his head. “I feel so old. Go on, go on with your topic.”
The boy continues, “When I summoned you, I knew the fact that I would never reincarnate again. But—” Wei Wuxian saw the boy swallowed then continued.
“Then weeks ago I found myself in my own body, at first I did not believe it because—you know, who would believe it if you knew yourself that you will never live and reincarnate again?” He said. He has a point, Wei Wuxian thought.
Four weeks ago, there was an emergency night hunt, and juniors were assigned. Turns out the one who reported it lied to the juniors, and juniors got the wrong information. They said it was just a ghost that wanted to be buried and be in peace, who knows that the people who reported it lied to juniors and nearly died. Wei Wuxian was the only one nearby, he was visiting Caiyi Town secretly when he bumped into one of the juniors and told him the situation.
The night hunt was just in a nearby city and the juniors’ signal fares were already run out, Lan Jingyi was the one who was assigned to bring signal fares, and of course, he forgot. Now, he was copying rules for three hundred times and making an essay of How Important Bringing a Signal Fare on Night Hunt.
Wei Wuxian was, of course, immediately ordered the Lan disciple to take him there and solve it himself instead of waiting for someone to assist the juniors.
Wei Wuxian thought it was easy, well it was. It clearly was, then until he stepped on something at the ghost’s house that could bring him on his old ugly body. He found out seconds later that Mo Xuanyu’s body was at the floor, unconscious, he immediately finished the hunt and carried Mo Xuanyu’s body back in Cloud Recesses.
Mo Xuanyu is carrying his child. Could he still call it his child?
Wei Wuxian nodded at what the boy had said and asked, “Come again?” Mo Xuanyu looked at him curiously but did not ask, instead he repeated what he just said.
“Then I woke up with this thing.” He gestured to his huge front. “I figured it out later that I am carrying you and HanGuang-Jun’s child.” Upon hearing those words, Mo Xuanyu did not let him speak, “It is your and his child. When I summoned you in my body, I knew the fact that you will own my body. I woke up with my womb being huge, with the man by my side asking if I was fine. He is your man and this child is yours not mine.” The boy clarifies, voice gentle.
Wei Wuxian was now the one who avoided his gaze and looked at the cup of tea in front of him. He heard the boy say again, “You are not doing well, I am aware, do not deny that. I know you agreed to the healers and elders’ decision because you want the baby to be safe. You let me in your house and let me settle here. Yet, you didn’t sleep here any more.” Wei Wuxian went silent, again.
It was true. The healer’s advice was to look after Mo Xuanyu since when Wei Wuxian was still in Mo Xuanyu’s body, he was near due. Plus, the situation that had happened, they advised that it’s better if there’s someone that could look after the boy and the growing unborn child. They still didn’t know what had happened in the night hunt, it was a rare thing, they said. Wei Wuxian has his own theory. Elders met the decision of Mo Xuanyu living in the Jingshi, it’s the Lan Clan’s heir Mo Xuanyu’s carrying after all, not Wei Wuxian. Not Wei Wuxian who is married to the owner of the Jingshi.
“I am serious, I carried this child of yours in just three or four weeks, you were the one who created and made this baby. Not me, so please, you are not doing well. I can see your eye’s dark circles under it. You are welcome to your home, your husband isn’t going well, as well. I can see it.” The boy pleads.
“Please, you two should have a talk. I know you saw me and your husband last week when he came home half-drunk. I did not have the chance to clear things, but I want to clear it out because I owe you a lot and I do not want you to suffer more.” He clarified, again.
Last week, he saw his husband lean on Mo Xuanyu’s touch. He was in the paperman’s body and no one noticed him, until Mo Xuanyu mentioned it. He stayed a few seconds because of the shock he had and immediately ran off.
“I noticed that you had a fight to keep me here, I do not want you two dwell on it longer. I thought you two would talk to each other in a few days but then—” He sighs and Wei Wuxian thought it was his fault, it really was.
Lan Wangji was not really against the idea of Mo Xuanyu being at their home, but the man was against Wei Wuxian moving to the guest house and the reason was,“I can’t be there, you know. You can’t focus on taking care of him if I were there. You can take better care of him and A-Yu more I I weren’t there, won’t you? He is near already, you should take better care of them. I will be at the guest house until the elders says something.” He reasoned. Until now, his husband was still furious about it, especially when Wei Wuxian sneaked out. Wei Wuxian just avoided him because the man first started it, he was just playing along.
Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu both look at the door. The man looked at the boy and at Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian swallowed and the newcomer walked inside the bedroom. Not sparing the both of them a second glance. Wei Wuxian sighed and looked at Mo Xuanyu. After a while, he says. “How can I talk to him if he’s avoiding me?” His tone is disbelief.
“You are the one who is avoiding me.” Wei Wuxian jumped off being startled and absently put his hand on his stomach. He swallowed and put it on the part of his heart instead. Trying to not be embarrassed, he used to hold and stroke his stomach every time, startle, shock, or otherwise.
“Don’t startle a man! Who are you to startle me?! I'm still too young to die!” He panted out. He hears Mo Xuanyu’s chuckle and says, “I will wonder for a moment, please have a talk.” He said and Wei Wuxian turned his gaze at him with a betrayed look. “You—!”
Instead of responding, Mo Xuanyu patted his shoulder and nodded at the man who is still standing now beside him.
“Your husband.” Lan Wangji said to him and Wei Wuxian looked at him with a pretend-annoyed look, then protested. “Warn me, will you? I could really die of a heart attack.” He says, his heart pounding so fast.
“I do not wish to become a widow.” The man beside him earlier was now sitting and took a sip of tea. Wei Wuxian felt his face turn into crimson and look away.
“Hmph. Even if I die again, you will have Mo Xuanyu here.” He says without thinking and immediately shuts his mouth off using his hand. Wei Wuxian swallowed with difficulty, refusing to look at his husband’s eyes.
“I only want my Wei Ying.” The man said, Wei Wuxian really fought the urge of hitting his husband’s arms and looked at him fondly, instead, he says. “You will not want a terrible body in your bed.”
It was true. Wei Wuxian has his old body back now, and the night when he saw Mo Xuanyu and Lan Wangji in their bedroom. Lan Wangji leaning on Mo Xuanyu’s touch, he quickly went back to the guest room and stripped. It was childish. He knows. He stripped and looked at the mirror, then, there he realized that Lan Wangji will never want him again. His body was full of bruises and scars, perhaps because of the resentment he took on burial mounds before dying. His body was full of bruises, a dog’s scars from his childhood when he was fighting for food with them, a scar from Madam Yu’s Zidian, a scar from golden-core transplant. A scar from Jiang Cheng’s stab. He had a lot of bruises and scars on his body and Wei Wuxian can’t fathom how his husband would react to this.
Wei Wuxian loves his husband very much, very, very much that it hurts. He has nothing to offer, he loves pleasing his husband and the only thing he can offer to his husband are troubles, his undying love for him and pleasing him. That’s all. If he—If he can’t please his husband anymore, will his husband— Wei Wuxian swallow those thoughts and settle his gaze on his lap.
He felt a thumb brushing on his skin, wiping his tears. Wei Wuxian hadn’t realized that he was crying. He wipes them as much as he could, his husband will ask about what he was thinking about, his husband won’t lie to him, he never did, and Wei Wuxian can’t lie to his husband, too. He doesn’t want his husband to know these ridiculous thoughts of his. He can’t lose his husband. The thoughts of his husband being with someone else is like a torture. He dwells on it since last week till now, he can’t get those thoughts out of his system. It’s like a pure torture. But, if his husband wish to— to bring a concubine or someone because he can’t please him anymore, Wei Wuxian would allow him even if it’s torture to him. He never doubted his husband’s love for him, he never did. He—perhaps needs assurances again. He needs those assurance from his husband again, those words, that maybe those will calm his system.
Lan Wangji moved closer to him and Wei Wuxian was about to move away from him when his husband caught his waist and brought Wei Wuxian closer to him, hushing him. Wei Wuxian says nothing, he lets himself sniff and sniffs, he lays his forehead on his husband’s shoulder and sniffs more. “Who said that?” His husband asked and Wei Wuxian shook his head.
His voice hoarse, “I—I think myself.” He confesses.
His husband says nothing, instead he strokes Wei Wuxian’s hair using his other hand, clearly waiting for Wei Wuxian’s continuation.
“I am back in my old body.” Wei Wuxian offered that for an answer, hoping his husband would get what he meant.
“And? Wei Ying is still beautiful as he always is.” His husband said with a serious voice and Wei Wuxian buried his face on his husband’s neck. Blushing.
“I—I won’t be able to please you anymore.” Wei Wuxian let himself confess to his husband, he knows he’s risking this but... Wei Wuxian doesn’t want to lie.
“Hmm?” His husband’s voice is soft.
“I told you, I can’t. You won’t like me anymore, nor my body." He swallowed hard, his husband already clarified to him before that he loves Wei Wuxian and his very soul. They talk about this before too, but Wei Wuxian can’t help it.
“Didn’t I tell you before that I lov—” Wei Wuxian let himself break a rule today —no interrupting— yet he did. “I know, I know, I remembered. But—” Wei Wuxian was good at words but now he was lost at it. Instead of explaining, Wei Wuxian stripped in front of his husband without leaving any garments and turned around.
“You see?” He says, the day is still young but the Jingshi’s lights were already on. He hopes his husband will—he will understand what his husband would say, it will be fine.
“A bruise and scars, I have more of them. Not just the scars from dog bites and Madam Yu’s Zidian or from golden-core transplant. They were from—” Wei Wuxian’s voice cracked and Wei Wuxian tried to speak again, when his husband walked directly at him, picking his clothes up from the floor and covering it over his body. Just what Wei Wuxian did not expect but he was not surprised. His husband can’t even stand the view of his body, it was worse.
Wei Wuxian did not take a step when his husband did, he looked at his feet instead. He was ready, he is ready. It will be fine. It was his fault too, letting resentment torn his body into pieces, he was glad his soul survived. He thinks— he wishes it did. But if it did, he won’t realize how lucky he was.
“Wei Ying.” His husband’s firm voice called. Wei Wuxian did not look up and kept swallowing his saliva again.
“I—I will understand, I will, really. If—” Wei Wuxian wipes his tears away from forming on his eyes and continues, “If you want to take anyone else that could please you, I—I will not meddle in. Y—You could do that, you could do that, I know how you love it when I'm pleasing you, but I know you will not take someone in your bed if their body is like mine.” Wei Wuxian said and met his husband’s eyes. He wishes he did not.
His husband’s eyes are full of concerns and worries.
“Wei Ying, what are you saying?” His husband says and all Wei Wuxian could do is assure him again and force a smile.
“I am not pleasing to see, I know. I’m sorry, I am so sorry, you could do what I suggest really, I—I will be fine. I wish your happiness as always, I always do.’’ He wants to cup his husband’s cheeks and kiss him tenderly but he can’t bring himself to do so.
“You want me to take someone else in bed because you thought I just love you because of you pleasing me in bed?” His husband asked and Wei Wuxian shook his head and said, “I do not want you to take someone else—I really do not want it. But, I know that—you don’t want me to bed again, right? After seeing my body, it’s very ugly isn’t it?” Wei Wuxian forces a laugh then it turns into an awkward one.
“I never doubt your love for me, Lan Zhan.”
His voice was rough and quiet. “I love you, I love pleasing you, not just in bed. But, you— you deserve someone that could give you a better experience. I—I am hideous. Just like what people thought the Yiling Patriarch was.” He smiles.
Lan Wangji was stunned for a moment, Wei Wuxian began putting his clothes back on and was about to leave and cry to his assigned guest room when there’s an arm snake into his waist and pulled him to a deep and gentle kiss.
The kiss deepened, it was not rough this time, it was gentle. Wei Wuxian fought the urge of pulling away from the kiss, ashamed of his mouth’s taste. Instead, he let himself be pulled in the man’s embrace, he reciprocated the kiss.
It lasted until they parted apart, breathless. “Wei Ying is the only one I want. Wei Ying is beautiful and stunning as he always is. Bruises are nothing, so are scars. I love every part of you, your soul, your flaws, your personality, your body, your scars, your bruises, yourself, everything about you. I wish to take no one in bed but you. I always do.”
At those words, Wei Wuxian was silent for a moment and now hitting his husband’s chest. “Aiyah, Lan Zhan! Don't say such things!” He cried out.
Lan Wangji pulled him one, two, three, four, and so on kisses. Wei Wuxian rested his face onto the crook of his husband's neck and stayed silent.
Until Lan Wangji took the initiative. “Wei Ying should not worry. I will take no one else but him. I love Wei Ying with all my heart and soul. I do not care about the body, as long as he is Wei Ying. In his original body or not, I always love Wei Ying, I hope Wei Ying feels the same.”
Wei Wuxian hurried. ”Of course, I feel the same! I love you, too!” He clarifies. He looked at his husband’s face, how perfect.
He notices his husband’s lips curve, Wei Wuxian grin. “Aiya, look at you, Lan Zhan! Smiling and crying at the same time. Just smile!” He beamed.
Instead of saying anything, his husband leaned on his touch more and hugged him so tight that Wei Wuxian could barely breathe. Wei Wuxian felt so guilty for what he thought, it made his husband cry. Wei Wuxian hushed his husband, he cupped his husband’s face and made his husband’s eyes look at him.
“I know there’s no sorry and thank you between us but, I really am sorry. Don’t cry anymore, come here.” He says and his husband obediently did. Wei Wuxian peppers his husband with kisses on his face. On his nose, on his cheek, on his forehead, on his eyelids, on his brows, everything that Wei Wuxian could.
‘‘Mn. If Wei Ying comes back here and promises not to agree with anything without consulting me. That he would consider my opinion, too.” His husband says. Wei Wuxian really felt so guilty right now so he hurriedly nodded and assured him.
“Yes, yes, I would. I promise. I, Wei Wuxian, husband of the heir of Lan Clan, of Chief Cultivator, of Lan Wangji, of HanGuang-Jun, of Lan Zhan, of Lan-Er-Gege, would not do anything or agree or decide on anything without consulting his husband. I will never again.” Wei Wuxian vowed. His husband finally looked at him and Wei Wuxian felt so warm.
Pair of golden eyes looking at him with so much warmth and love, Wei Wuxian wants nothing but to drown with it.
He hugs him even more, if there’s still distance between them, both parties close it. “Mn.”
They stay at that position, cuddling while standing, Wei Wuxian with his chin on his husband’s shoulder. With his husband on Wei Wuxian’s neck, bury. With his husband’s arms on his waist, embracing him. Wei Wuxian pulled away but his husband gave him a protest noise.
“Aiya, look at me, look at me.” He orders, his husband obediently looks at him, golden-eyes burning with love and only love, though there’s a little frown on his face, perhaps because he pulled away, Wei Wuxian thought.
“Here.” Wei Wuxian kisses his husband’s face again and lastly on his lips. It was supposed to be a peck only, his husband deepened it and Wei Wuxian reciprocated. Kisses are full of love and passion, contentment and concerns. Wei Wuxian wishes nothing more but to be with this man.
He let his husband’s hands travel on his body, his husband’s lips are on his neck, leaving a mark. Wei Wuxian can’t help but moan. He missed this, he thought he would never feel his husband’s hands and lips on his anymore, yet here they are. Kissing with full of love, gently making out in their house.
His husband removes his upper gown and continues kissing his neck, down to his collarbone, leaving marks. When his husband reached his chest, Wei Wuxian held his mouth with his other hand, trying to not make a loud noise, other hand clutching his husband’s hair.
It is broad daylight, and the disciples and people are still awake.
A loud moan finally escaped Wei Wuxian’s lips, his husband on the other hand, was playing with his left nipple. His husband’s mouth is on his other nipple, sucking, licking, it’s addicting.
They are on it when they hear the door of the Jingshi make a noise and they both look who’s the intruder.
Ah
“Wangji.” Lan Xichen said, startled. “Oh, oh.” He panicked. He immediately turned around and ran off. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please, go on!”
Wei Wuxian laughs until his husband looks at him with a stern look and drags him into their bedroom.
When the morning comes, all the disciples are looking at Wei Wuxian with a flustered look. They bowed at him and quickly left, Wei Wuxian laughing that he nearly died on it.
“Ah, Wuxian.” He hears someone calling him and Wei Wuxian wipes the tears on his eyes from laughing and bowing at the man.
Wei Wuxian bit his lips, trying not to laugh. “ZeWu-Jun,” He says. The man reciprocated his bow and refused to meet his eyes. Wei Wuxian chuckles this time. “How may I help the Sect Leader Lan?” He says instead.
He planned for a second to tease the man but, when he remembered that this man is his husband’s brother and a Sect Leader where he is living, he disposed of the plan. He still wants to live with his husband.
“About yesterday, I should apologize.” He said and bowed again, Wei Wuxian panicked and immediately held the man’s elbow, trying to stop him. “Aiya, It is fine, really, I should be the one to apologize, we should not do it without locking the door.” He did not say that, ‘we should not do it in broad daylight’ because he really won’t.
The Sect Leader absent-mindedly scratches his nape and immediately drops it, perhaps remembering that he is a Sect Leader and not a teenager anymore. ”Still, I want to apologize. It is rude of me, I should knock first.” He apologized again and Wei Wuxian smiled at him.
“It is fine, Lan Zhan will say nothing about it, anyways.” He says. Wei Wuxian wanted to ask what he needs or wants yesterday but the man beat him to it. “I was looking for Mo-gongzi yesterday, I thought he will be on the Jingshi since he temporarily lives there.” The Sect Leader clarifies.
“Oh.” The only words he forms.
When the silence met them, the man spoke again. “Tell Wangji I apologize, I may not be able to speak to him for a while.” He says sheepishly.
“I will, ZeWu-Jun.” He bowed and the man left, leaving Wei Wuxian alone. Wei Wuxian chuckles again.
“What's wrong with these people.” He says, shaking his head and laughing again. “I am just limping, what's with it.”
“Are you crazy?” Someone said, Wei Wuxian grinned widely, recognizing the familiar voice, he said, “Miss your Da-Jiu, A-Ling?” He teased.
“Who missed you? I'm just here to visit Jingyi and Sizhui!” He defended himself. Wei Wuxian looks at him suspiciously and laughs again. “Why are you laughing? People really would think you are some crazy man!”
“Wei-qianbei, Sect Leader Jin.” Lan Sizhui bowed and smiled. Wei Wuxian smiles widely. “A-Yuan! I missed you.” He says, it was true.
“What happened, Wei-qianbei?” Lan Sizhui asked, when he saw him limping and struggling a bit, concern and worries were evident on his face. He was about to answer when Lan Jingyi’s arrival beat him to it. “What else do you think happened when he’s limping?” He says boldly, Wei Wuxian laughs even more, his hand press on his stomach. Jin Ling looked away, flustered.
Lan Sizhui blushed. “Aiya. Don’t look so flustered, boys. It's normal for spouses! You will know it once you get married.” Wei Wuxian winks at them. “As much as I want little radishes again, I am still young to have grandchildren and grandnieces and grandnephews, A-Yuan and A-Ling! You too, Jingyi.” Now, three boys refused to meet his gaze, still flustered.
“Wei-qianbei!” Lan Jingyi.
“A-Die!” Lan Sizhui.
“Who’s young? You are nearly in your forty, Old Man!” Jin Ling says and Wei Wuxian’s hand was now on his chest, clutching it, acting like he was hurt. “Even if I think that you were just in my arms yesterday, and the fact that it has been nearly two decades, I am not an old man!" He cries out.
“Wei Ying.” Someone says, Wei Wuxian looks at the man and gives the man a wide smile. The man’s expression mirrored Lan Sizhui’s face, earlier. Concern and worry. “I told you to stay in bed.” He says to him quietly, Wei Wuxian waved it off.
“Wei-qianbei.” Another voice called out for him, Wei Wuxian smiles at the young boy. “Mo-gongzi!” He cheerily called out.
His husband walked towards him and stood beside him, he reached for his waist and Wei Wuxian let him so. Mo Xuanyu, on the other hand, looked at him and asked, “May I?” Wei Wuxian was confused but nodded. The young lad kneel in front of him and was about to kowtow. Wei Wuxian panicked and immediately asked. “What are you doing? Get up, get up. You might hurt yourself and the baby, get up.” He is panicking, what is this boy doing?!
The young lad shakes his head. “This lowly one ask for Yiling Laozu’s permission to become his disciple.” He asked, Wei Wuxian was stunned, “Disciple?” his shock voice rang at the scene, still processing the young lad's question. He might faint on the spot.
He heard the juniors gasp but did not say anything. He looked at the young lad. “Mo-gongzi asks for my permission if he can be your disciple before asking you. Do not worry about elders, we met Xiongzhang on the way here, he said Mo-gongzi can stay at Cloud Recesses as long as he wants, we will handle it.” He heard his husband say, softly. He looks at him and gives him a warm smile and squeezes his hand.
He shifted his gaze on the young lad in front of him and sighs. “Do you even know what you’re doing and committing to?” He asks. The young lad stays at the ground, kneeling. He nodded. “I do.” Wei Wuxian studies the young lad and says. “Are you aware of my reputation and my cultivation?” He knows he does, but Wei Wuxian wants to hear it from the young lad.
The young lad nodded and said, “I do.” Jin Ling was about to say something and protest, Mo Xuanyu should be in LanLing Jin after all, not here, kneeling in front of Wei Wuxian, asking to be his disciple.
Wei Wuxian really sighs this time and massages his temple. His husband gave him a comforting squeeze in hands. Wei Wuxian eyed the young lad again and decided to finish this. Pregnant person shall not be in distress and kneeling. In Mo Xuanyu's state, he is due, he should be in their house, resting.
“I am the fear Yiling Patriarch, the children’s fear and nightmare, prostitute’s lovers, I deflowered them, I have a hideous reputation and the path I cultivate is the dark arts; a heretic path. I do not possess a golden-core anymore, I am not a rich Master just like other dreams. You will learn nothing from me except troubles.” He said, trying to convince the boy and testing him. He does not plan and never planned to take any disciples, taking a disciples was never his plan.
He heard his husband’s gasps and the juniors’. He predicted someone would protest about it but the young lad in front of him nodded again. “I am aware. I may not know the whole story of those but, I do believe and judge once I hear the whole story. I, wanting to be your disciple were never my plan and intentions before. These last few weeks, I dwell on it. I may not be ready for the outcome of my decisions but, I will face it. I will take responsibility.” He says, Wei Wuxian finally nodded and the young lad gave him a small smile and carefully kowtow. Three bows.
Wei Wuxian was now a Master and he can’t believe he accepted one. When Xue Yang asked him before to take him as his disciple, Wei Wuxian did not agree, because he will never. A person with bad intentions shall not practice demonic cultivation just to satisfy their needs. A demonic cultivation is not for them. It is not something people should cultivate. Yet, he did.
He does not know why he accepted Mo Xuanyu as his disciples but, there is something that made him convinced. He does not know what it was. He will see it soon. But, for now. Nevermind.
“Stand up, stand up. Look at you, you’re in due, don't do things like that!” he exclaimed. His disciple, —disciple!— gave him a genuine smile and this time, he took Wei Wuxian’s offer hand.
“Master.” He sheepishly says and Wei Wuxian has to look away and hide his flustered look.
He met his husband’s gaze, his lips curved, a smile. He returned it with a wide and bright smile to him. How can he be so lucky? He felt so complete.
—
In the cultivation world, rumors spread.
One says, “Have you heard? Yiling Patriarch finally takes a disciple!”
Someone exclaimed, ”Yiling Patriarch's husband, HanGuang-Jun, had a child with Yiling Patriarch's first disciple!”
Someone says, “Lot of people traveled to Gusu just to ask the Yiling Patriarch to be their Master!”
Someone worries, “What if the Yiling Patriarch finally forms an army? Why does peace exist when we do not have one?”
Someone clarifies, “Do not assume. We are not sure, neither Yiling Laozu nor the GusuLan Sect clarifies it.”
Meanwhile at Cloud Recesses, a said Yiling Patriarch is currently cuddling naked with his husband in their marital bed. Exhausted from their everyday means everyday. Talking about the future and family. Both of them had the same thoughts.
“How could I be so lucky?”