The Untamed: Wei Wuxian Reborn as a Child

Wei Wuxian held the Soul-Locking Pouch in his hand, his gaze firm and penetrating. He had already made up his mind and decided to let Xue Chonghai enter the Soul-Locking Pouch first. After all, if someone remained attached to the Yin Iron for too long, the evil power would disturb and unsettle them.

The group returned to the Wei family meeting room and sat together, but no one spoke at this time. The quiet atmosphere in the entire meeting room made Xue Yang feel uneasy.

Wei Wuxian broke the silence, "I decided to seal Xue Chonghai in the Soul-Locking Bag first, so that he won't be disturbed by the Yin Iron in the future like today, and come out to harm others." He looked at Xue Yang, a hint of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

Xue Yang bit his lip. He knew this was the best solution at the moment, but he still found it hard to accept.

Lan Qingheng stated, "This is a wise move. However, the sealing issue still requires careful consideration to ensure it is foolproof."

Everyone agreed and began to discuss the specific details of the seal. Just then, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door, and a disciple reported breathlessly, "Master Wei, Lord Qingheng, this is bad! The Wen Clan of Qishan is leading a large number of troops to attack!"

Everyone stood up and walked out, only to see Wen Ruohan coming in person with a group of disciples.

Wei Changze's eyes turned cold. He hadn't expected Wen Ruohan to show up so soon. He stepped forward, looked directly at Wen Ruohan, and said, "Wen Xiandu, what do you mean by this?"

Wen Ruohan sneered, "What do you mean? Your Wei family is harboring evil spirits, so naturally I have to come and cleanse them!"

Wei WuXian felt a surge of rage. "Wen Ruohan, stop slandering me! Xue ChongHai has already been sealed in the Soul-Locking Pouch. How can you say he's harboring someone?"

"Hmph! Who knows if you are lying to us? Hand over Xue Chonghai, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" Wen Ruohan threatened in a cold voice.

Tensions were high between the two sides, and a major battle seemed imminent. At this moment, Lan Qingheng stepped forward and said, "Master Wen, I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. How about we sit down and have a proper discussion?"

Wen Ruohan narrowed his eyes and examined Lan Qingheng. After a moment, he sneered, "Talk? What's there to talk about? Wei Changze, today, either you hand over Xue Chonghai, or don't blame me, the Wen Clan, for being ruthless!"

Lan Qingheng frowned slightly and said firmly, "Wen Xiandu, don't be impulsive. This matter concerns the peace between the two factions. If we really start fighting, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Wei Changze took a step forward, stood shoulder to shoulder with Lan Qingheng, and said loudly: "Wen Ruohan, do you think we are afraid of you? At worst, we can have a fight!" For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

"Come on!" Wen Ruohan shouted, waving the folding fan in his hand, and the disciples behind him immediately rushed forward.

Wei Changze and Lan Qingheng were not to be outdone. They displayed their unique skills and engaged in a fierce battle with the Wen disciples.

Suddenly, the field was filled with light and sword energy. Both sides fought back and forth, neither giving in.

The battle was a close one, with heavy casualties on both sides, but Wei Changze and Lan Qingheng remained steadfast, refusing to retreat.

At this moment, Wei Wuxian suddenly discovered Wen Ruohan's flaw. He flashed and rushed towards Wen Ruohan like a ghost.

Wen Ruohan was startled, and it was too late for him to dodge. Wei Wuxian thrust his sword straight at Wen Ruohan's throat.

Wen Ruohan stared at Wei Wuxian with wide eyes. He had never imagined that he would fall into the hands of a child.

Wei Wuxian's sword was against Wen Ruohan's throat, and with just a slight movement, he would take his life.

"Let my family go and leave here!" Wei Wuxian said coldly.

Wen Ruohan gritted his teeth, secretly resentful. He knew that the situation was hopeless today.

"Retreat!" Wen Ruohan waved his hand helplessly.

Upon seeing this, the Wen disciples stopped what they were doing and slowly retreated.

Wei Changze and Lan Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at Wei Wuxian with admiration in their eyes.

"Well done, Axian!" said Wei Changze.

Wei Wuxian smiled faintly and put away his sword.

A crisis was resolved just like that.