Lan WangJi's sword had slashed across Xue Yang's chest. Not only did he bleed, the Spirit-trapping Pouch that he hid in his lapels had been taken out by the Bichen's tip as well. Wei WuXian, though, couldn't see what was happening, "Xue Yang! What do you want him to give back to you? Shuanghua? It's not like Shuanghua is your sword to begin with, so why do you say 'give it back'? Do you know no shame?"
Xue Yang laughed loudly, "Senior Wei, you really don't want to show me any mercy, do you?"
Wei WuXian, "Laugh. Go on. Even if you die laughing, you won't be able to piece together Xiao XingChen's soul. He was so disgusted by you, yet you still want to bring him back to play games."
Abruptly, Xue Yang shouted, "Who wants to play games with him?!"
Wei WuXian, "Then why did you kneel and beg me so that I can help you mend his soul?"
Of course, someone as sharp as Xue Yang knew that Wei WuXian was purposely diverting him, first to distract him with anger, second to make him raise his voice so that Lan WangJi could tell where he was and attack. Even so, he replied in spite of himself. He spoke in a cruel voice, "Why did I do so? Hah! How can you not know? I want to make him into a fierce corpse, an evil spirit, so that I can control him! Didn't he want to be a virtuous person? Then, I'll make it so that he never stops killing, so that he'll never be at peace!"
Wei WuXian, "Hmm? You hate him that much? Then why did you kill Chang Ping?"
Xue Yang sneered, "Why did I kill Chang Ping? Did you really need to ask, Patriarch YiLing?! Haven't I told you? I said that I was going to wipe out the entire YueyangChang Clan, so I won't even leave a dog behind!"
Whenever he talked, it was as though he was announcing his location. The sounds of a blade piercing through flesh kept coming, but Xue Yang's tolerance for pain was much higher than those of normal people. Wei WuXian had seen during Empathy that even if he was pierced through the stomach, he could laugh as if nothing had happened.
Wei WuXian continued, "That's a great reason you came up with. Unfortunately, the years don't add up. Someone like you who seeks revenge for the smallest things and murders in such ruthless ways wouldn't have waited so many years to finish off one clan, would you? You know the reason why you killed Chang Ping."
Xue Yang, "Then, tell me. What do I know? What do I know?!"
He shouted the last sentence. Wei WuXian asked again, "You didn't just kill him. Why did you choose to use lingchi, the torture that represents 'punishment'? If you were avenging for yourself, why did you use Shuanghua, instead of your own Jiangzai? Why did you dig out his eyes and make it so that he was just like Xiao XingChen?"
Xue Yang shouted himself hoarse, "Nonsense! That's all nonsense! It's revenge-why in the world would I have let him die comfortably?"
Wei WuXian, "You were indeed seeking revenge, but whose revenge were you actually seeking? What a joke. If you wanted to seek revenge, the one you should've executed lingchi on is yourself!"
With two whooshes, the sharp noises of something slicing the air came right at him. Wei WuXian didn't even flinch. Wen Ning darted in front of him and intercepted two nails that shone a cruel, black light. Xue Yang let off a series of horrifying laughter, as though he was a screeching owl. The laughter died down at once, and he quieted. He ceased to pay heed to Wei WuXian and went back to fighting with Lan WangJi amid the fog.
Wei WuXian thought in silence, The little delinquent has got such a high vitality. It's as if he can't feel pain at all and will be fine no matter where he's injured. If only he talks a bit more and Lan Zhan stabs him a few more times. I'm sure that he won't be able to jump around anymore after his arms and legs are chopped off. Well, unfortunately, he's no longer taking the bait!
