To Have You In My Arms

Jiang Cheng POV 2

Nie Mingjue and Jiang Cheng's deal never came to fruition. All his begging and plan all coming down the drain when the Ghost General killed Jin Zixuan and other Jin desciples on their way to Jin Ling's one month celebration. The moment the news came, his world came tumbling down as he clutched his distraught sister and the wailing baby in her arms.

There was nothing he could do. His brother couldn't control the darkness he wielded and killed his sister's husband. The peacock may be infuriating sometimes but he saw how he made his sister happy and he was as devastated to once again bury a love one.

But not even a day later and here he was in a conference against his brother. Asking him to swear loyalty to these people but what more can he do? Even Nie Mingjue was furious at being made like a fool and he has no choice but to pour the wine in solidarity to the cultivation world.

Sickened at the way the JIn Leader announced himself as the new Chief Cultivator and Jiang Cheng could swear he saw the shadow of the Wens in this disgusting man.

And just as he announced that the Yiling Patriarch came, eyes red and body swirling with black mass. He must have heard Wen Ning and Wen Qing's death. He looked insane, reasoning lost in his eyes as he saw the whole cultivation as his enemy.

He lifted his famous flute Chenqing and let out a haunting melody. Quickly, the dead risen and attacked all cultivators except the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. Jiang Cheng watched the chaos unfold, believing his brother to still have that bit of clarity in them he shouted at the figure in the roof.

"Wei Wuxian!"

His voice was drowned out by the clashing of swords and gurgle of death all around him. Still he shouted again.

"Wei Wuxian, stop this!"

His brother's manic smile remained and he plowed through the undead to reach him. But a smaller more feminine voice seemed to cut through the heavy and deafening sounds of the fight.

"A-Xian!" JC whipped his head looking for the source of the voice. His sister, his grieving sister was here! He fought against the swarm of bodies but he was too far. At this time the fierce corpse finally retaliated against the Yunmeng Jiang disciples and Jiang Cheng watched in horror as Yanli was in the middle of such bloodbath.

He shouted at Wei Wuxian again to make him stop. "Wei Wuxian, stop your army!" He shouted but Wei Wuxian had that confused look into him. Realization hit him, just like with Jin Zixuan, he has lost control. They tried to get to Yanli, JC swinging Zidian against anyone that blocked his way and parrying with Sandu in his other hand but it was useless.

He saw his sister struck down by a corpse just as he was near her. He quickly killed it and clutched his shijie in his lap. He wiped her bangs away from her eyes and cradled her cheeks. "It's okay we can get you to a healer. You'll be fine." he murmured to her but her eyes was on the other person next to her.

"Shijie!" he heard Wei Wuxian shout and Jiang Yanli clutched his face. Jiang Cheng watched with bated breath as her sister comfort Wei Wuxian, saying her goodbye to him and not to her own brother but he dismissed it, she would not leave him, Jin Ling still needed his mother.

It was so fast, first he was holding his sister and the second her sister was taking a sword for Wei Wuxian. He saw her eyes dim and Jiang Cheng crumbled at the sight. He lost everything. His eyes hallowed as he clutched his sister to his chest. His dead sister.

He doesn't see anything. Not Wei Wuxian, not the warring cultivators and fierce corpses. All he could see is his dead sister. Another love taken away from him. He vaguely heard someone shouting "Wei Ying." and the utter chaos that happened after Wei Wuxian used the Stygian tiger seal in his grief.