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The city of Chongyang were now in a blazing flame as the battle raged on with cultivators from both sides losing their lives with some still fighting against the enemies.

Jiang Cheng swung Zidian at the many Wen disciples that surrounded him. Alternating between whipping them away or punching them until one lucky disciple landed a slash on his back, causing him to falter to his knees and swords pointing down at him.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Twin Jades of Lan stood strong while still bearing injuries on themselves as Lan WangJi stood with his Guqin and his fingertips bleeding and Lan XiChen stood beside him with his Xiao.

With a pained grimace, Lan WangJi went to play one last timbre on his instrument before the strings finally broke.

"WangJi!" His brother called out worriedly as he rushed to his side when the familiar sound of laughter appeared on the battlefield.

"Lan Zhan and Lan Huan! You two better not struggle anymore! Wei Yang had been waiting so long for the three of you. Sad that her own Gege isn't here as well. Just die here, and you can reunite in hell!"

He felt something cracking inside of him the moment he heard those words associated with Wei WuHui.

"What do you mean?!" Jiang Cheng shouted.

"What do I mean? I've heard that you guys are still looking for those twins?" Wen Chao asked before bursting out of laughter. "Well you have no chance to find half of the twins even if you search every corner of the world!"

Lan XiChen gritted his teeth together in anger. "Where is Wei Yang?"

"I threw Wei WuHui into the Burial Mounds quite some time ago. I guess even her bones won't be left by now." Wen Chao stated nonchalantly.

Those words finally break him as Lan XiChen trembled with rage. "You!" He yelled out before lunging himself toward Wen Chao as he send out a burst of spiritual energy, however it was too weak compared to Wen ZhuLiu who jumped in front of his master and blasted his own energy toward him. Which send Lan XiChen flying back.

Wen Chao chuckled as he ventured closer. "Send them to hell."

"Xiongzhang!" Lan WangJi called out as he and Jiang Cheng were thrown to join Lan XiChen on the ground.

As the Wens were about to kill the three young masters, the sound of flute came echoing into the air as a huge murder of crows flew overhead and the flames slowly turned from orange to eerie green.

Wen Chao began to feel cautious as he backed away. "Guards! Come here!" He called out as he stood in the middle of Wen ZhuLiu and Wen disciples.

Lan XiChen grunted as he listened to the music. "F-Flute music..."

Then, they noticed the fallen bodies began to twitch and move, the corpses coming back to life as they staggered onto their feet.

That was when they finally saw a figure standing on the towering rooftop at the entrance. The source of the flute melody as the green flames created an ominous yet majestic presence around the person as their white hair flowed along the wind while they kept playing but what captivated the people from below was the pair of glowing crimson that glared them down, sending cold shivers down their spines.

TRANSLATION NOTE:

— Cinnabar: scarlet pigment used for warding off evil in Chinese tradition, and as a sedative in Chinese medicine

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(Please correct my translation if I'm wrong and the GIFs and pictures used in this chapter does not belong to me, but their rightful owners)