Summary: The condition is that they can’t use their cultivation since the ghost was a non-cultivator and wants a normal sword duel. This was all fine and well until they realized that none of them could win against him, lasting no more than few blows before having their swords and dignity flung out of their hands.
“It’d be easier to just eliminate him,” Lan Jingyi mutters. “Otherwise we’ll be here forever.”
“Jingyi,” Lan Sizhui scolds.
Lan Jingyi is right, of course, but the whole point of elimination is that it’s the absolute last resort. Although it’s not within their own ability to liberate this ghost, there’s…
Lan Sizhui glances at Wei Wuxian, standing idly by while he picks at under his fingernails.
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A glimpse of Wei Wuxian and the Gusu Lan disciples on a night-hunt.
Kay's comments: Short and sweet, the juniors are getting a glimpse at Wei Wuxian's amazing swordfighting-skills and of course, Wangxian are working dilligently towards Wei Wuxian growing a new golden core.
Excerpt: Finally, Lan Jingyi’s voice projects over all of them, asking the one big question on their combined minds.
“Why did you ever stop using your sword?” he questions. “Demonic cultivation might be useful and convenient, but—but you’re so good! You’re obviously skilled with the sword! Not cultivating with it is such a waste!”
Wei Wuxian raises his eyebrows. He opens his mouth, and everyone quietens to hear his response better. What was the real reason for Wei Wuxian to abandon the way of the sword and start the era of Yiling Laozu’s demonic cultivation when he was already so powerful?
“I,” Wei Wuxian answers, “hate sweating.”
pov alternating, post-canon, established relationship, bamf wei wuxian, swordfighting, short & sweet, fluff, domestic fluff, slice of life
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