When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Wei WuXian shook his head, his expression withdrawing from those bitter emotions, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Lan Zhan..."

Lan Wangji took a step forward, grasped his shoulders and steadied his body, looking at him worriedly.

Wei WuXian received his concern, smiled slightly and said, “Nothing.”

Along the way, Lan Wangji kept one hand on Wei Wuxian's side and never left his side. Not long after, they arrived at Jiang Cheng's residence under the leadership of Jin Ling.

As soon as they approached here, they heard a very strange voice coming from Jiang Cheng.

He was crying and laughing at the same time, and seemed to be in a state of madness.

After Wei Wuxian walked in, he saw Jiang Cheng tied up tightly on the bed by Zi Dian. His face was distorted and his eyes were wide open. His whole body was twisting violently, as if he was struggling in great pain.

Jiang Cheng's bed was surrounded by more than a dozen famous doctors, all of whom had frowned faces. When they heard someone was coming, they lowered their heads even more.

Jin Ling quickly walked forward, held Jiang Cheng’s shoulders and shouted, “Uncle! Uncle!!!”

He looked at the silver needle stuck on Jiang Cheng's forehead, and the person next to him choked up and shouted, "You actually gave him so many needles. If anything happens to my uncle, I will break your legs and chop you into pieces and feed them to the dogs!!!"

When he heard the words "feed the dog", Wei WuXian, like the doctor standing nearby who was yelled at by Jin Ling, trembled with fear.

Wei WuXian frowned and said, “SiZhui, release the phantom monster.”

Lan Sizhui opened the demon-locking bag, and after the phantom demon was released, Jin Ling said to him, "Bean Sprout, hurry up and heal my uncle, or you won't be able to keep your legs anymore."

When Huan Yao heard him call him Bean Sprout, he gritted his teeth and said to himself: Don't argue with a child.

Huan Yao walked over with his hands behind his back and looked at the silver needle stuck in Jiang Cheng's forehead. He couldn't help but click his tongue and said, "What the hell is this? It's useless. Pull it out quickly."

Hearing his words, Jin Ling raised her hand to pull it out, but was stopped by Huan Yao.

Jin Ling asked: "What are you doing?"

Huan Yao looked at him like a fool and said, "You are not a doctor, how can you touch this thing casually!" Then he said to the doctor who was shaking beside him, "You come and get it."

After the doctor removed the silver needle from Jiang Cheng's forehead, Jin Ling wanted to do something else, but Huan Yao yelled at him, "You little kid can't help at all, stay at the back."

Jin Ling: “You…!!”

Lan Sizhui, who was standing at the back, said, "Jin Ling, you should come back first and leave everything to him."

Jin Ling snorted angrily and walked towards Lan Sizhui.

Huan Yao looked at Jiang Cheng struggling violently on the bed for a while, and his red, black and blue face, and said, "I'm afraid it's not possible to leave everything to me."

Jin Ling asked: "What do you mean?!"

Huan Yao didn't say anything, but frowned and sighed, "It's a bit troublesome."

Lan Sizhui said, "We are not afraid of trouble. Whatever you need, and how many people you need, we can do it."

Lan Jingyi nodded in agreement.

Huan Yao looked at Lan Sizhui, the gentle boy, with uncontrollable admiration in his eyes, and thought: He is worthy of being the child brought up by Wei Wuxian and Han Guangjun.

Huan Yao then shifted his gaze to Wei Wuxian and said, “I only need you.”

Everyone: “…” The younger generation felt mixed emotions when they heard this.

Last night, when Wei Wuxian asked Huan Yao to tell them, the younger generations, about what happened in the illusion, they didn't know if what Huan Yao said was right or not, because they felt that he exaggerated and said some nonsense.

The few people didn't hear much else. All they heard was him talking about how much he loved Wei Wuxian, and how Wei Wuxian had commanded millions of ferocious corpses with just a flute and one man during the Sun Shooting Campaign.

When listening to Dao Huan Yao confessing his love to them, Lan Jingyi and the others almost vomited their overnight meals.

Wei WuXian took a step forward and asked, “Me?”

Huan Yao nodded.

Lan Wangji grabbed the hem of his shirt from behind.

Wei WuXian touched his hand to reassure him.

Wei WuXian asked, “What do you need me to do?”

Huan Yao said: "Empathy."

Wei WuXian said, “I can empathize with you, but didn’t you say in the illusion before that you had a way to save Jiang Cheng? Now you need me. These words are inconsistent. Are you lying to us?”

Huan Yao said with a sad face: "How dare I, brother, if I lie to you, Han Guangjun will stab me to death with his sword!"

Hearing him calling him brother, Han Guang-jun and little Lan Zhan looked at Huan Yao at the same time, making him rub his arms.

Wei WuXian stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then glanced at Lan Zhan who was always standing beside him and said, “That’s true.”

Huan Yao put away his nonchalant look and said seriously: "If we had come here yesterday, perhaps I could have easily woken up Sect Master Jiang. But today is already the sixth day, and Sect Master Jiang has fallen into the depths of the illusion. Ordinary methods will definitely not be able to wake him up."

Wei WuXian asked: “What do I need to do?”

He added: "We seem to have forgotten one thing. Empathy is only used to collect intelligence from vengeful spirits. Jiang Cheng is not dead, and he is not a vengeful spirit. How can we empathize with him?"

Huan Yao continued, "It's up to me now. Just use empathy. We will see what happened in Jiang Cheng's illusion in our virtual form, and then find the right opportunity to solve the problem directly at the root of the illusion."

Wei WuXian said, “Okay, I’ll start then.”

Jin Ling and his friends were watching from the sidelines, eager to make a move.

Suddenly, Lan Wangji, who had been standing beside Wei Wuxian without saying a word, grabbed his arm and said, "Is it dangerous to go there? Can I come with you?"

Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji, then at Huan Yao and waited for him to speak.

Huan Yao said, "I'm sorry, Han Guang-jun, my cultivation is not that high yet, so I can only take one person with me at a time. But don't worry, there is no danger. As long as we succeed in awakening Sect Master Jiang, we can get out. If we fail, we can still get out."

Jin Ling, who was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, shouted in the back: "No failure allowed."

Wei WuXian walked up to him, held his shoulders with both hands, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I will definitely bring him out. He is not only your uncle..."

Wei WuXian paused for a moment, and kept the following sentence in his heart: He is one of the few relatives I have in this world... Even if Jiang Cheng doesn't think so...

Jin Ling's eyes were filled with tears, and he almost choked up as he said, "You also have to be careful. You two have to come back together."

Wei WuXian patted his shoulder, turned to the Illusory Demon and said, “Let’s get started.”

Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian who was performing magic, his lips moved, and he whispered: "Wei Ying..."

Wei Ying's voice dropped to a very low level when he called out, and there was a strong sense of worry in his nervousness.

Wei WuXian smiled at him and said, “Don’t worry, Lan Zhan. I’ll be back soon.”

He turned his head to look at the little Lan Zhan who was obviously thinking about something even though his eyes were looking at him, and said, "You too."

Little Lan Zhan nodded at this.