The Untamed: Wei Wuxian Reborn as a Child

Wei Wuxian had been wandering around the mass grave for several days but hadn't found any other clues.

Wei Wuxian stood at the entrance to the mass grave. The wind whistled past, as if telling stories of past lives. He clutched the jade flute his father had given him tightly in his hand, its delicate patterns gleaming warmly in the sunlight. Yet, his gaze was fixed on the pool of blood deep within the mass grave.

There, he found his most familiar companion from his past life—Chen Qing. Chen Qing, that black bamboo joint, had accompanied him through countless difficult days when he lacked his golden elixir. Now, upon returning to this place, Wei Wuxian had only one thought in mind: "Get Chen Qing back."

Wei Wuxian cautiously entered the mass grave. The yin energy here was still thick and suffocating. Relying on his memories from his past life, he walked step by step towards the pool of blood.

However, when he arrived at the blood pool, he found himself facing a difficult problem. In his previous life, he was tall, but now he has become much shorter due to his rebirth. It is not easy to get Chen Qing.

Wei Wuxian gritted his teeth and decided to give it a try. He climbed onto a huge rock and stretched out his hand to reach Chen Qing. However, Chen Qing seemed to be deliberately resisting him, always falling just a little short.

A trace of unwillingness and determination flashed in Wei Wuxian's eyes. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, and reached out to Chen Qing again.

This time, he used all his strength, his fingers trembling slightly, trying hard to grab the flute. Every time he stretched out his hand, it seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength, but every time he was just a little bit away from reaching it.

However, Wei Wuxian didn't give up. He tried again and again, sweat dripping down his forehead and soaking his clothes. As time passed, his body began to become exhausted, but his obsession grew stronger.

Finally, after countless attempts, Wei Wuxian's fingers finally touched Chen Qing! He was so excited that he almost cried out and gripped the flute tightly.

Wei Wuxian sensed a familiar aura emanating from Chen Qing, instantly relaxing him. He carefully held the Chen Qing in his hands, feeling its warmth, as if he had regained his long-lost strength.

Wei Wuxian was exhausted at this point. He leaned aside, panting heavily, but a satisfied smile was on his face. He knew that he had finally overcome the difficulties and regained what belonged to him.

The moment he received Chen Qing, Wei Wuxian felt an inexplicable excitement surge within him. He knew that getting Chen Qing to acknowledge him as its master would be no easy task. In his previous life, he had expended countless efforts to gain Chen Qing's power. Now, he must strive again.

Wei Wuxian looked at the scene before him and, without the slightest hesitation, cut his palm. He gripped the Chen Qing Flute tightly, letting the blood flow down the flute.

The blood quickly seeped into the Chen Qing Flute, as if being devoured by it. As the blood absorbed it, the Chen Qing Flute began to emit a mysterious and powerful aura.

Wei Wuxian felt an irresistible power surge within him, a power he knew came from the Chen Qing Flute. This ancient instrument seemed to resonate with his soul, granting him superhuman abilities.

He gripped the Chen Qing Flute tightly, ready to face the upcoming challenge. He knew that only with the help of this powerful force could he protect himself and those around him.

At this moment, Wei Wuxian's eyes grew resolute. He decided not to run away, but to bravely face all difficulties. No matter what lay ahead, he would give it his all, living up to the mission bestowed upon him by this magical Chen Qing Flute.

Wei Wuxian tightly grasped the Chen Qing and began to communicate with the resentful spirits within it. He used his thoughts to tell the spirits that he was Wei Wuxian, their masters from their past lives. After much effort, the resentful spirits finally recognized him as their master and began to serve him once again.

As Wei Wuxian was refining Chen Qing, time passed quietly.

Wei Changze and Cangse hadn't seen Wei Wuxian for a few days and were very worried. They thought Wei Wuxian had gone to the Gusu Lan Clan, so they wrote to Lan Qingheng to inquire. Lan Qingheng replied that Wei Wuxian had not gone to the Gusu Lan Clan, which made them even more anxious.

Lan Wangji was terribly anxious when he learned Wei Wuxian had disappeared. He immediately followed Lan Qingheng on his sword to the Wei family and began searching. They searched for nearly half a month, but still had no news of Wei Wuxian. They were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, unsure what to do.

Just when they were almost in despair, Lan Wangji saw Xiaobai. Xiaobai was Wei Wuxian's pet, and its appearance gave Lan Wangji hope. He took Xiaobai with him to search for Wei Wuxian. Finally, under Xiaobai's guidance, they found Wei Wuxian at the mass grave.

When they found Wei Wuxian, they saw Wei Wuxian anxiously waving his hands and trying to persuade them: "Hey, you two, stop fighting! Can't you just talk it out? Why do you have to use your hands? We are all friends, right? Can't we just get along well?" As he spoke, he tried to pull the two flutes apart, but was accidentally pushed to the ground by one of the flutes.

Wei Wuxian got up from the ground, brushed off the dust on his body, and continued to persuade: "I say, you two, why are you so stubborn? Stop it now, otherwise I will be angry!" However, the two flutes ignored his words and continued to fight fiercely.

Wei Wuxian shook his head helplessly, thinking that these two were truly stubborn. He sighed, decided not to meddle in other people's business, and turned to leave this troubled place. As he walked, he muttered to himself, "Well, I better find some other fun and let you guys deal with it on your own."

The jade flute paused, glanced at Wei Wuxian, then struck him on the head a few times before resuming its fight with Chen Qing. The two flutes began to play automatically, their sounds growing louder and louder, shaking the mass grave.

Wei WuXian clutched his head, feeling anxious, and quickly shouted, "Chen Qing, come back quickly! Don't destroy the place where I live!"

Upon hearing Wei Wuxian's words, Chen Qing obediently flew back into his hands. Everyone was stunned, not understanding why this black flute obeyed Wei Wuxian's words.

Everyone has seen the jade flute, but where did this completely black flute come from?

As soon as Lan Wangji saw Wei Wuxian, he walked up quickly and asked with concern, "Wei Ying, are you hurt?" His eyes were full of worry and tension, and he carefully examined Wei Wuxian to see if there were any wounds or discomfort on his body.

When Wei Wuxian heard Lan Wangji's voice, he turned around and looked at him with a surprised expression on his face. He said excitedly: "Lan Zhan! Why are you here? Don't worry, I'm not hurt." His tone revealed his joy and relief at Lan Wangji's arrival.

Wei Wuxian's face was filled with excitement and pride. He placed his hands on his hips and proudly announced to everyone, "Haha! Not only did I obtain another first-grade spiritual weapon, but I also got some important clues about the sword spirit!"

His eyes sparkled, as if he had seen the light of a solution.

Everyone was attracted by Wei Wuxian's words and gathered around him, curiously asking about the clues about the first-grade spiritual weapon and the sword spirit.

Wei Wuxian excitedly began to recount his experiences, describing in detail how he obtained this first-grade spiritual weapon and discovered these clues.

His voice was filled with confidence and excitement, allowing everyone to sense his inner joy. Everyone listened with rapt attention, occasionally exclaiming in amazement and praise. Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, continued to bask in his own pride, savoring this moment of glory and achievement.

However, Wei Wuxian was so absorbed in the conversation of sharing their joy that he completely failed to notice the change in expression on Cangse's face.

Cangse couldn't stand it any longer and roared, "Wei Wuxian, you still have the nerve to show off! Do you know how many people are worried about you?"

Wei Wuxian then realized that he had forgotten to inform his family about his visit to the Mass Burial Mounds, causing them to worry and look for him everywhere.

A deep wave of self-blame and guilt suddenly surged within him. He silently lowered his head, his gaze wandering, never daring to look Cangse in the eye. He knew his negligence had caused his family immense distress and worry, and his heart was filled with remorse. At this moment, he only hoped for Cangse's forgiveness and a promise that such a thing would never happen again.

Wei Wuxian touched his nose sheepishly and said, "Mother, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please forgive me this time, okay? I won't dare to do it again next time."

Cangse looked at Wei Wuxian, feeling both angry and distressed. She twisted Wei Wuxian's ear and said, "How can you be so troublesome, kid? If you do this again next time, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!" Wei Wuxian quickly begged for mercy, promising not to worry his family again.

Finally, Wei Wuxian was carried home by Cangse. Along the way, Wei Wuxian felt a surge of emotion. He knew that his actions had made his family worried, and he must be more careful in the future and not let them worry about him again.

After returning home, Wei Wuxian was still punished by Cangse to kneel in the ancestral hall.

Wei Wuxian knelt in the ancestral hall, reflecting on his mistakes. He secretly vowed to be more mature and stable in the future and not let his family worry about him anymore.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. Wei Wuxian looked up and saw Lan Wangji walking in. Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian, a trace of concern in his eyes.

"Get up." Lan Wangji said softly.

Wei WuXian looked at him in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Lan Wangji smiled faintly, "I came to see you. Jiang Cheng told me you were punished, so I came to check on you."

Wei WuXian felt warm inside, "Hehe, it's okay. I'm tough, so kneeling for a while is nothing."

Lan Wangji shook his head. "You still have to take care of yourself. Don't make your family worry next time."

Wei Wuxian nodded, "I understand. Thank you, Lan Zhan."

The two smiled at each other, as if all their worries had disappeared.