The journey of Emperor Donghua through time

“Lan Zhan, Master has thrown me into a mass grave again. This is too much! Why is my life so miserable? Wuuu~, I can’t live anymore! Wuuu~” As soon as he landed on the ground, Wei Wuxian hugged Lan Wangji and complained, not forgetting to pretend crying.

Lan Wangji patted Wei Wuxian's head soothingly, "Be good! Master must have asked you to come down to accept the gift from heaven together. Hurry up and practice, don't waste time."

“I know.” Wei Wuxian only intended to do it for a while. Seeing that Lan Wangji was still injured, he hurriedly urged him to practice, “Lan Zhan, go practice quickly. The injury on your body is more important. I will find a place to practice by myself.”

Wei Wuxian sat cross-legged less than fifty meters away from Lan Wangji and began to practice with the help of the spiritual rain.

Seeing that Wei Wuxian had begun to enter a state of meditation, Lan Wangji closed his eyes with peace of mind and mobilized his spiritual power to repair his injuries. He continued to consolidate his cultivation after all the injuries were healed.

A spiritual rain greatly improved the cultivation of both of them. Wei Wuxian directly went from the middle stage of Golden Core to the middle and late stage of Golden Core, while Lan Wangji only needed a small opportunity to break through the early stage of Golden Core and reach the middle stage of Golden Core.

Wei Wuxian woke up earlier, and was afraid of disturbing Lan Wangji, so he could only continue sitting there, supporting his chin with both hands, staring at Lan Wangji without blinking. It was unknown what he was thinking about, but the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and his eyes were filled with smiles.

“Lan Zhan, you’re awake. Are you feeling unwell?” Lan Wangji withdrew his spiritual power and opened his eyes. Wei Wuxian hurried forward to show concern.

"It's okay, don't worry." Lan Wangji supported Wei Wuxian who was rushing towards him, his tone very gentle.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Wei Wuxian injected his spiritual energy into Lan Wangji’s body and made sure he was okay before he felt relieved. “By the way, Lan Zhan, Zewu-Jun is outside the mass grave. Do you want to go see him?”

After hearing what Wei Wuxian said, Lan Wangji had nothing to understand. The commotion of his tribulation this time attracted hundreds of immortal sects, and it seemed that his brother was among them.

"I still have to meet him. I'll tell my master later that I'm going back to Cloud Recesses to take care of some things." I haven't contacted my family for more than three months. My uncle and brother must be worried.

“That’s fine. You haven’t been back for more than three months. Zewu-Jun will be worried.” Wei Wuxian nodded, showing his understanding. “Then let’s go back to Bi Hai Cang Ling and tell Master now!”

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji grabbed Wei Wuxian who was about to cast a spell and go back.

"What's wrong, Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian looked at him in confusion.

"Wei Ying, come back with me!"

Wei Wuxian's body stiffened, his eyes wandered, he didn't dare to look at Lan Wangji, "No, the outside world thinks I'm dead. If I show up in the Cloud Recesses, it will bring a lot of trouble to the Lan family."

What Wei Wuxian didn't say was that the old-fashioned people in the Lan family might not be willing to see him. After all, the Lan family had participated in the siege of the mass grave. Although they didn't do much, they did participate in the siege. Why should they make themselves uncomfortable?

Seeing the lonely aura lingering around Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji hugged him in his arms with heartache, patting his back gently to comfort him, "Wei Ying, I'm here!"

Wei Wuxian hugged Lan Wangji back tightly and buried his head in his chest.

Soon he felt a wetness on his chest, and Lan Wangji felt very angry and guilty for making Wei Wuxian cry.

I could only stroke his back gently over and over again, comforting him, "Wei Ying, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Wei Ying, I was wrong, don't be sad."

"Wei Ying, I'm always here, don't be afraid!"

After a long time, Wei Wuxian, who had calmed down, was almost ashamed and angry. When he saw Lan Wangji's clothes soaked by his crying, he wished he could dig a hole and crawl into it and never come out.