Then, all the memories began to flood her head.

"Da Shixiong, Shijie!"

She heard the her fellow disciples' voices.

"Did you miss us?"

Wei WuHui's heart wretched painfully before she resumed walking, her brother following silently which she is thankful for.

The twins walked from the courtyard and to the Main Hall as Wei WuHui brushed her fingers in the wooden rail.

"Where did you run off to play?"

Ah...now it was Madame Yu.

"Jiang Cheng. How many times have I told you? Practice more on the sword and cultivation. Why won't you listen?"

"And the two of you! Senior disciples should act like one!"

"My Lady, you don't have to push the kids so hard."

And Uncle Jiang.

"They're already 16 or 17, are they still kids?"

"A-Hui."

Wei WuHui gasped and turned around, only to find an empty room beside her brother standing next to her.

No sights of the purple on Uncle Jiang and Madame Yu.

Wei WuXian noticing the downcast expression on her face as he returned the look, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder while both of them hears the sound of footsteps coming toward them.

"Uncle Jiang and Madame Yu's remains have been cremated by that scoundrel Wen RuoHan. Have their cenotaph been established?" Wei WuXian asked as Jiang Cheng came into view.

"It is on the mountain behind the Ancestral Hall." Jiang Cheng replied.

Wei WuHui clenched her hands tightly as she glared down at the flooring. "Rest assured. Wen RuoHan's damned head shall be offered as a sacrifice to Uncle Jiang and Madame Yu in due course."

"The lotus root with pork ribs soup is ready! Who want to have some?"

The moment the sweet voice of the eldest Jiang filled the room, Wei WuHui froze as her body went rigid while both Jiang Cheng and Wei WuXian smiled.

"Me!"

"And me!"

As the boys went to set the bowls, Wei WuHui could only stared down at the floor in silence as she felt those soft eyes staring at her back.

"A-Hui..."

Tears beginning to fall from her eyes for the first time after she came back as her body trembled.

Then, warm arms wrapped around her body from behind as she felt Jiang YanLi embracing her tightly.

"Welcome home...A-Hui."

Wei WuHuu sniffled as she shakily touched the arms around her waist as she gave a small smile. "I'm back, Shijie."

After the maidens stayed in that position for a few more seconds, they then pulled away and dried their tears before they went to joined their brothers.

"Here you go, Mèimei!" Wei WuXian gushed as he handed her the bowl of lotus root and pork ribs soup. But what he didn't notice was the flinch that came from his sister as she stared down at the meat portion with a sick expression. However, she held her urge to vomit in.

"Although we took back Jingchu, Wen RuoHan has arranged ten thousands of trained cultivators to press on our borders recently. All the sect leaders are deeply worried about this. I wonder if there's a way to break through." Jiang Cheng stated.

"A plausible way does exist." Wei WuXian spoke up.

"What is it? Tell me more." Immediately Jiang Cheng was intrigued, and so was Wei WuHui.

"Can you recall what I mentioned several years ago, about a black iron sword in Mt. Muxi."

Wei WuHui watched as she hovered above the crimson lake in Mt. Muxi. The resentful energy swirling from her hand as the lake water stirred around before the sight of the black iron sword emerged out from the surface.

"The one that sank to the lake floor?"

"Exactly. That sword was drenched in the sin of murder. Then in the shell of the Tortoise of Carnage, it absorbed abundant resentful energy from the dead."

"Meaning it has become even more feral."

"That's right, Mèimei. If we can cultivate it, we might break the deadlock."

Wei WuHui stared at the sword for a few seconds before clenching the hand that was raised in the sword's direction.

"Then, I'll go to where this sword is."

"You sure? Would you be okay?"

"Heh. Why wouldn't I be? I'm the one with the resentful energy here."

Suddenly, cracks began to appear on the sword which in turns caused tremendous shaking around the unbothered maiden.

The sword slowly formed and took the shape of a metal seal that was engulfed in resentful energy,

Wei WuHui smirked as she reached out and grabbed the seal.

"I shall call you...

Yīn Hǔ Fú."

TRANSLATION NOTE:

— 阴虎符 Yīn Hǔ Fú: Yin Tiger Tally/Stygian Tiger Amulet

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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)