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When the blade went through his chest, fresh blood splattered all over the ground in an instant, shocking everyone around him. Despite his young age, HanGuang-Jun was still the second strongest cultivator to join the Sunshot Campaign after Nie MingJue had been captured and left Lan XiChen alone to face the enemies.
Wei Ying…
Lan XiChen knew they were at the losing side as soon as Lan WangJi hit the ground. He grabbed his only brother and yelled for the others to retreat. Up at the top of the staircase, Wen RuoHan laughed arrogantly at the sight of cultivators running around like chickens without their mother hen.
You are all one hundred years too early to challenge me. Tonight, none of you shall leave here with intact corpses!
"Damn it!!"
"Retreat!!! Retreat!!!"
"ZeWu-Jun, we are surrounded! We cannot go anywhere!"
Lan XiChen cradled his blood-soaked brother in one arm while fending attacking corpses with another.
"Form a circle!" he screamed his command. "Protect each other!"
"WangJi? WangJi!"
"… Xiongzhang."
Lan XiChen could not be more relieved to hear Lan WangJi's reply.
"Are you okay? Did they hit any vital points???"
Lan WangJi knitted his brows. He pressed a hand against the gaping wound in his body.
"No… I am alright."
I cannot die here…
I have to go home.
Wei Ying… Wei Ying and A Yuan are waiting for me…
"Xiongzhang, I can't fight with sword anymore. Let me use my guqin."
"Alright."
Lan XiChen put his brother down. Lan WangJi sat upright with much difficulty and summoned his guqin. His fingers trembled when he put his hands on the guqin, but his eyes were determined.
"Stay behind me."
Lan XiChen roared, "Get at the backside, NOW!"
As soon as the cultivators cleared the front side and he only had corpses charging ahead, Lan WangJi used the Chord Assassination Technique and slashed multiple corpses into pieces. Wen RuoHan raised an eyebrow. His lips curled up in a sinister smile.
QingHeng-Jun's sons do not disappoint. Too bad that both of you will still die tonight.
A metallic ore hovered mysteriously on Wen RuoHan's hand, rotating ever so slowly. His eyes glowed red, and a mysterious aura engulfed his body. Not long after, hundreds of corpses poured out from the Nightless City Palace to aid those who were being cut into pieces by Lan WangJi.
The remaining cultivators were shaken from both fright and grief. All the corpses were not from Wen Sect. They knew these corpses back when they were alive. Wen RuoHan had the audacity to dig sect graves and manipulated the corpses for his personal wicked use!
Ignoring the fact that some of the corpses were also once Lan Sect disciples, Lan WangJi slashed at the corpses repeatedly, but he was badly injured and he was close to passing out again. The outlook was beyond grim.
Wei Ying, I am sorry…
A Yuan… I am sorry…
"WangJi!!!"
Lan XiChen shielded his brother from incoming attacks and was thrown against the wall in the process.
Xiongzhang…
One by one the other remaining cultivators dropped to the ground. Lan WangJi prepared himself for the worst, but the corpses' attack never came. Both the cultivators and Wen RuoHan were surprised. The wind carried the sound of a flute from far away.
Wen RuoHan roared, "WHO IS THAT??? SHOW YOURSELF!!!"
Instead of showing himself, the person started playing the flute in an urgent manner. The corpses froze for some time before they slowly turned around and marched in Wen RuoHan's direction, passing the cultivators they had been fighting as if they were nothing but common rocks.
"WHAT…"
Not only that, more and more corpses poured out from beyond Nightless City gates. They all wore Wen Sect uniforms. Someone had desecrated the Wen Sect graves and revived the dead from Wen Sect! They started to attack the remaining members of Wen Sect. No matter what Wen RuoHan did, he could not reverse the command of the undead corpses. They had turned against Wen Sect, and his living guards and disciples had no way out. A blood-curdling scream could be heard the whole night. That was the last thing Lan WangJi heard before passing out along with the other wounded cultivators.
Wen RuoHan searched frantically for the source of the flute tunes. Then he found him.
"COME!!!"
Wei WuXian was pulled by some unseen force into the center of Nightless City, where Wen RuoHan had been waiting with extended hand. The hand conveniently grabbed Wei WuXian's neck and lifted him some inches off the ground.
"Uhh… Mfff…"
"It's you. Good, very good…"
Wen RuoHan gritted his teeth. This omega. This omega!!! This puny omega had the gall to defy an alpha??? Wen RuoHan's pride could not take it. His grip around Wei WuXian's neck tightened. Wei WuXian struggled to breathe. He desperately clawed against the steel fingers that threatened to crush his throat.
Oh no…
My baby…
Lan… Zhan…
When Wei WuXian thought that his end was finally coming, Wen RuoHan's grip suddenly loosened. Wei WuXian immediately fell on the floor and heaved for some air.
Wen RuoHan looked down at his chest and saw the tip of a sword stuck out from his chest. He slowly turned around and stared into the eyes of his deputy, who immediately let the sword go.
Wen RuoHan spat out some blood and muttered, "You… You…"
The young man retreated a few steps to the back.
"Y…ou…"
Wen RuoHan fell to the floor. In his death he was glaring at the young man he had by his side for months. The person he thought could be trusted. Wei WuXian gazed at the young man and the young man gazed back at him. This was Wei WuXian's first meeting with Meng Yao.
At the end of the massacre, the undead corpses destroyed each other under Wei WuXian's command. The cultivators from various sects meanwhile lay in the middle of the blood bath, but they were not in a life-threatening state. The opposite could be said for Wen Sect, which had been thoroughly destroyed by their own weapon. Wei WuXian ran nimbly down the staircase, Chenqing tightly held in his hands. He dug out Lan WangJi from the pile of undead corpses and pressed his ear against the latter's chest to listen to the heartbeat. Lan WangJi was heavily injured, but he was not in any mortal danger. Next to him, Meng Yao dug out Lan XiChen. The two of them exchanged glances again. This time Meng Yao cupped his hands and greeted Wei WuXian.
"Meng Yao heard a lot about Young Master Wei's prowess on the battlefield. This one respects you a lot."
Wei WuXian eyed Meng Yao from top to bottom.
"Young Master Meng is too courteous. I owe you my life. Thank you for your assistance back then."
Meng Yao nodded, "I would not have been able to achieve anything without Young Master Wei's interference."
Wei WuXian smiled to himself. Back then, when he was still being choked by Wen RuoHan, he smelled a certain scent. A scent of omega in fear. Not only that, it was a familiar scent too. Initially Wei WuXian failed to put two and two together, until he saw Meng Yao with Lan XiChen.
"Young Master Meng, you are… Lan JingYi's mother, aren't you?"
Meng Yao had his back facing Wei WuXian so Wei WuXian could not see his facial expression, but when Meng Yao turned at him again, he was all calm and composed with a smile lacing his face.
"So Young Master Wei met JingYi? Of course, after all you are HanGuang-Jun's wife."
"… Yes, I did."
Thousands of questions passed through Wei WuXian's mind. What was an omega, JingYi's mother to boot, doing at Wen Sect? Did Lan XiChen not know about this? If he did, then why? Why did Meng Yao leave JingYi? Was this part of the Sunshot Campaign strategy?
"Young Master Wei."
"Yes…?"
"I will appreciate it if you do not reveal my gender to others. As fellow omegas, I am sure you understand."
"… I understand."
Wei WuXian understood, but he also did not understand. On the other side, he had no right to interfere in Lan XiChen's business. At that moment, his concern was fully directed to his husband and son.
After the nightmare was over and Lan XiChen regained his consciousness, he arranged for all cultivators to be brought to Cloud Recesses to recover. Including Meng Yao. They interacted with each other amicably, no other signs showing that they were husband and wife, or that they had a son together. To everyone's relief, Nie MingJue was found alive in the Nightless City Palace, though heavily injured.
A peaceful period descended over the cultivation world after the battle in Nightless City. All sects were healing and rebuilding. In Cloud Recesses, Wei WuXian was busy with his son.
"Ouch! You brat, go easy!"
Miffed, Wei WuXian poked at A Yuan's tender cheek. The baby did not seem to understand him and continued to suck at Wei WuXian's nipple greedily. The latter could only sigh in exasperation.
"Are you that hungry? Did your father not feed you or what?"
"Wei Ying."
Lan WangJi came over and put his arms around Wei WuXian from behind. He kissed his wife's exposed shoulder gently. Wei WuXian shuddered from Lan WangJi's touch. It was somewhat embarrassing to be kissed while breastfeeding. Lan WangJi seemed to not care at all. His lips moved from the shoulder to the nape, then to the neck…
"L-Lan Zhan, not in front of A Yuan."
So I can do it when A Yuan is not looking?
A smug smile appeared on Lan WangJi's face.
Wei WuXian knew that he loved his baby from the moment he knew he was pregnant, but the emotion he felt when he actually held his son in his arms was completely overwhelming. His initial plan to leave Cloud Recesses quickly evaporated into the air. There was no way he would leave without A Yuan, and there was no way Lan Sect was going to let A Yuan leave. Especially not after A Yuan turned out to be the perfect alpha baby boy that Wei WuXian thought he might not turn out to be. Cloud Recesses truly had something to rejoice about. Two alpha grandsons to continue the bloodline.
As soon as Wei WuXian put A Yuan down to his crib, Lan WangJi dragged him to their bed-chamber across the nursery. Wei WuXian was quickly stripped off the few layers of clothes he had on and pushed onto the bed.
"Lan Zhan, you are still injured. Should we not…"
"No."
"…"
The man kissed and rubbed against him so intently. Wei WuXian sighed and spread his legs. Lan WangJi continued kissing his wife, while rubbing his engorged member between Wei WuXian's legs.
"I am not in heat. You won't be able to enter."
Lan WangJi grabbed a jar from inside a drawer and dipped his fingers inside. The fingers quickly disappeared under the quilt, and went inside Wei WuXian's body.
"Ahh…!!"
Wei WuXian arched his back from the shock of having cold fingers laced with ointment entering his body.
"What are you…"
He did not manage to finish his questions because Lan WangJi started to move his fingers in and out. There was pain from the intrusion, but also some perverse pleasure. Wei WuXian's whole face turned red.
"Lan Zhan," Wei WuXian called out, grabbing Lan WangJi's shoulders. "We should not. I am not in heat. There is no point to do this."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why, ahh…!!! It is most pleasurable when I am in heat. Ahhh…!!!"
When a male omega was in heat, his body produced slick to lubricate his entrance. Also, his hole would be more flexible and adaptable to the alpha's penis, allowing the alpha to go deep to ensure successful impregnation. On the contrary, when the male omega was not in heat, there was none of these added advantages. The alpha would then face more resistance in making love.
"I am not doing it just because you are in heat," Lan WangJi answered.
"But… ahhh…!!!"
Wei WuXian could not help but gasp when an engorged tip pressed against his lubricated entrance. Lan WangJi pressed a kiss at Wei WuXian's lips.
"Wei Ying, can I…?"
The tip is already in, and you are still asking for permission?
Wei WuXian nodded stiffly. Lan WangJi grabbed his butt and buried himself inside Wei WuXian with one smooth thrust. The latter's body convulsed from being impaled by a hot, thick rod. Wei WuXian gasped desperately for air. He clawed into Lan WangJi's back out of pain.
It can be considered the first time too, Wei WuXian thought. The first time when not in heat…
Also, was he always this big?
Ouch ouch ouch, it hurts…
Maybe I did not notice because I was in heat both times… is this size even human?
It must be a crime to have a manhood this big…
The next hours were spent rolling between the sheets in various positions. Wei WuXian discovered that Lan WangJi had scary stamina in bed and was able to go round after round if not for Wei WuXian screaming for mercy. When Lan WangJi finally ejaculated for the last time inside his trembling wife's body, the latter lay limp in his arms, gasping for breath. Wei WuXian's legs were weak and his thighs sticky from the love-making sessions. Lan WangJi's hot seed obscenely leaked out of his stinging, swollen hole but a lot more was stored inside his belly.
"Hey, Lan Zhan."
"Yes?"
Wei WuXian gave him a peck on the lips.
"I also love you very much."
"…"
Wei WuXian almost regretted saying that last sentence to Lan WangJi because he was quickly pinned down on the bed again…