Many people held talismans and tried to see if they could ignite them with their spiritual power. The talismans in people's hands gradually lit up. When they heard people asking questions, they all answered, "I'm back 20%."

"I'm 10%..."

"It's taking so long to recover!"

When they set out, they all thought that this battle would be even more tragic than the first mass grave siege thirteen years ago, and would be tragic enough to go down in history. Who knows how many people went up the mountain, and how many came down. This second "siege" can indeed go down in history, but not because of its tragic and tragic nature, but because it is definitely the most ridiculous and inexplicable action of the Hundred Schools of Xuanmen.

Some were thankful to have survived the catastrophe, while others lamented the changing situation. Dozens of family heads gathered together and after a brief discussion, they all agreed to find a safe place to rest until their spiritual power recovered to more than 80% before returning home to avoid any complications or accidents along the way.

Wei WuXian knew immediately that the “safe place” closest to Yiling was naturally the Yunmeng Jiang Clan’s territory. He asked, “So you guys are planning to go to the Lotus Pier next?”

Lan Qiren asked cautiously, "Why are you asking this?"

Wei WuXian said, “I’m not doing anything. I’m just asking if we can go together.”

Sect Leader Yao said with caution: “Wei Wuxian! Although you did a good thing today, let’s be clear. If you want us to make friends with you, it is absolutely impossible.”

Wei WuXian was speechless for a while, and said, “Don’t worry, no one is forcing you to make friends with me. But we are now in the same camp. The big shot who planned to kill you today has the Yin Tiger Talisman in his hand. Can you handle it?”

The heads of the families looked at each other in bewilderment. Of course, what Wei Wuxian said was true. If he was willing to join, it would be a great help. But everyone had been calling for the Yiling Patriarch to be killed for so many years, and it would be embarrassing for them to cooperate with him all of a sudden.

Lan Wangji said to Lan Qiren, "Uncle, is there any news about my brother?"

After a moment of silence, Lan Qiren said, "No."

Wei WuXian said, “ZeWu-Jun might still be controlled by Jin GuangYao. Mr. Lan, one more person means one more help. Even if you are worried about me, at least let HanGuang-Jun participate in your next plan. He is his elder brother.”

“…” Lan Qiren looked tired, and said to Lan Wangji: “Come if you want.”

The rest of the people immediately looked at Jiang Cheng. Among the three most prominent heads of the aristocratic families present, Lan Qiren had expressed his opinion. It was useless for Nie Huaisang to express his opinion. Now it all depended on Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng was recirculating his spiritual power and testing the purple lightning. Although it was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, it was no longer extinguished. Jiang Cheng's face was reflected with a purple light, which was strange and unpredictable. Everyone knew that this Jiang Zongzhu who had a feud with Wei Wuxian hated him the most, and thought that the talks would probably fail. Unexpectedly, he just sneered and said, "You dare to go back to Lotus Pier?"

After saying this incoherent sentence, he stopped talking. Everyone was puzzled and couldn't figure out whether he agreed or disagreed. But when everyone set out, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji caught up with the team, and he didn't even look at them, just thinking that he neither agreed nor disagreed.

It was already night when everyone went down the mountain. When they returned to the town, the lights were off and everything was quiet. Everyone was exhausted and in a mess. Even the square formation was standing crookedly and unevenly. Fortunately, they barely pulled themselves together to count the number of people and found that there was almost no difference. Because most people's spiritual power had not recovered and they could not fly swords, the fastest way to reach the Lotus Pier was by water. This team of thousands of people set off to the dock near Yiling again. However, the decision was made in a hurry, and there were not so many boats nearby in a short time. The family heads had to book all the boats and boats at the dock, including fishing boats, and filled them with children from various families and sailed down the river.

A dozen young men from aristocratic families were crowded on the same fishing boat. These young men had lived a life of luxury in the past and had never been on such a dark, old, shabby fishing boat with dirty fishing nets and wooden barrels piled everywhere, smelling of fish, and creaking wooden boards. The wind was strong at night, and the boat was shaking. Several young men from the north were seasick and felt very dizzy. After enduring for a while, they could no longer bear it and rushed out of the cabin, retching, and sat dizzy on the deck.

A young man said, "Oh my god, it made my stomach churn! Hey, Brother Sizhui, are you vomiting too? Aren't you from Gusu? You're not from the north, why are you more seasick than me!"

Lan Sizhui waved his hands and said with a green face: "I... I don't know why. I was like this when I was four or five years old when I took a boat... Maybe I was born like this."

As he was speaking, he felt nauseous again. He stood up by the side of the boat and was about to vomit again when he suddenly saw a dark figure lying on the hull under the side of the boat, half of his body submerged in the river water, staring at him.

In an instant, Lan Sizhui was so frightened that he swallowed back everything he was about to vomit. As soon as his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, he looked intently and whispered, "Ghost..."

Upon hearing this, Jin Ling rushed out from the cabin with a sword in hand and said, "Is there a ghost? Where? I'll help you kill it!"

Lan Sizhui said: "It's not a ghost, it's a ghost general!"

All the young men rushed to the deck and looked in the direction Lan Sizhui pointed. As expected, the black figure clinging to the side of the ship and looking up from below was none other than the Ghost General Wen Ning.

After they left the mass grave, Wen Ning disappeared. Unexpectedly, he quietly climbed onto the fishing boat again, and no one knew how long he had been there.

Although Wen Ning had fought alongside them at the mass grave just now, there were many people at that time, and there were many elders around. It was late at night, and on the water, and Wen Ning appeared for no reason, and in such a strange situation, the young men were still shocked. After staring at each other for a long time, Ouyang Zizhen retreated first, sat on the deck and said, "Why did the ghost general come to us alone?"

One person muttered, "No wonder the boat seemed so slow. It turns out we got one more person on board. It's so heavy."

"What is he...doing there?"

"Anyway, they definitely don't want to harm us, otherwise they wouldn't have protected us in the mass grave during the day."

"But there is no danger now, why did he come to us again..."

"puff!"

"Jingyi, what are you laughing at?"

Lan Jingyi said: "Look at him, lying outside the boat motionless, like a confused sea turtle!"

When he said that, some people actually thought it was similar, but before they could laugh, Ouyang Zizhen exclaimed, "He's up!"

As expected, Wen Ning's body was dehydrated and he grabbed a thick hemp rope from the deck with both hands and began to climb up slowly. Several teenagers scattered, and a few timid ones ran around on the deck in panic, making a lot of noise, and said randomly: "He's coming up! The ghost general is coming up!"

Lan Jingyi said: "What's there to be afraid of? It's not like we haven't seen this before!"

"What should we do? Should we call someone?!"

When Wen Ning rolled over the side of the boat dripping wet and landed heavily on the deck, the whole fishing boat seemed to shake as he fell. The young men were extremely nervous and wanted to squeeze to the other side of the deck. Their hearts were pounding, but they were too embarrassed to draw their swords. Wen Ning stared at Lan Sizhui's face and walked towards him. Lan Sizhui realized that he was coming for him, so he calmed down. Wen Ning asked him, "You, what's your name?"

Lan Sizhui was slightly startled, then stood up straight and answered, "I am a descendant of the Gusu Lan family, my name is Lan Yuan."

Wen Ning asked: "Lan Yuan?"

Lan Sizhui nodded. Wen Ning asked, "Do you...do you know who gave you this name?"

The dead obviously have no spirit or expression, but Lan Sizhui had an illusion that Wen Ning's eyes seemed to light up.

He also felt that Wen Ning was very excited at the moment, so excited that he even stuttered when speaking, and even he himself was faintly excited, as if he was about to reveal a secret that had been buried for many years.

Lan Sizhui answered cautiously: "My parents gave me the name, of course."

Wen Ning asked: "Then, are your parents still alive?"

Lan Sizhui said: "My parents passed away when I was very young."

A young man beside him tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Si Zhui, don't talk so much. Be careful of something strange."

Wen Ning was stunned for a moment and asked, "Si Zhui? Is Si Zhui your name?"

Lan Sizhui said, “That’s right.”

Wen Ning asked, "Who gave it to you?"

Lan Sizhui said, "Han Guangjun."

Wen Ning lowered his head and silently repeated the word "Si Zhui" twice. Seeing that he seemed to understand, Lan Si Zhui said, "General..." He originally wanted to call him the general, but felt it was weird, so he changed his words and said, "Mr. Wen? What's wrong with my name?"

“Oh.” Wen Ning raised his head, stared at his face, and answered irrelevantly: “You, you look, a lot like, a lot like a distant relative of mine…”

This really sounded like the words of a lower-level cultivator or a disciple from another family who wanted to establish a close relationship with the disciples of the same family. The young men were becoming more and more confused and didn't know what to say. Lan Sizhui didn't know how to answer, so he could only say, "Really?"

Wen Ning said: "Really!"

He tried hard to pull up the muscles at the corners of his mouth, and it seemed that he was trying to force a smile. For some reason, looking at the appearance of the "Ghost General", Lan Sizhui suddenly felt a sense of intimacy with a strong sense of sadness, and a vague thought: he seemed to have seen this face somewhere. There was a name that seemed to be about to break through some obstacles and break out. As long as he blurted out that name, many other things would immediately emerge, making him suddenly enlightened.

But at this moment, Lan Sizhui saw Jin Ling standing beside him.

Jin Ling's face turned dark and ugly. His hand holding the sword loosened and tightened, and the blue veins on the back of his hand appeared and disappeared. He then remembered that the seemingly harmless ghost general Wen Ning in front of him was the enemy who killed Jin Ling's father.

Following his gaze, Wen Ning's "smile" gradually disappeared. He slowly turned to Jin Ling and asked, "Master Jin Rulan?"

Jin Ling said coldly: "Who is that?"

After a moment of silence, Wen Ning changed the subject and said, "Young Master Jin Ling."

Jin Ling stared at him intently, while the other teenagers stared at Jin Ling nervously, fearing that he would act impulsively. Lan Sizhui said, "Mr. Jin..."

Jin Ling said: "Get out of the way, it's none of your business."

Lan Sizhui had a vague feeling that this must be none of his business, so he stepped forward to block Jin Ling and said, "Jin Ling, put away your sword first..."

Jin Ling's heartstrings were already tense, and when his sight was blocked by him, he couldn't help but shout, "Don't stop me!"

He stretched out his hand and pushed. Lan Sizhui was seasick and his feet were weak. He was pushed and bumped against the side of the boat. He almost flipped over and was carried into the dark night river. Fortunately, Wen Ning lifted him up and pulled him back. A group of young men immediately rushed to help him: "Brother Sizhui!"

"Mr. Lan, are you okay? Are you still dizzy?"

Seeing Lan Sizhui's face turn pale, Wen Ning got anxious and said, "Master Jin, come at me. Wen Ning will never resist, but...Master Lan Yuan..."

Lan Jingyi was generous and blamed: "Jin Ling, why are you like this? Did Sizhui provoke you?"

"Brother Sizhui is doing this for your own good. It's fine if you don't appreciate it, but why are you pushing others?"

Jin Ling originally thought that he had hit too hard and was also stunned, but he saw that his peers all came to help him and blamed him. This scene overlapped with countless scenes in the past. Over the years, because he had no parents, everyone said that he was spoiled because of no one's discipline. He had a bad temper and was difficult to get along with. Whether in Jinlintai or Lianhuawu, he had no close friends of the same age. Although he was of noble status, his situation was so embarrassing. When he was a child, there was no child from aristocratic family who liked to play with him, and when he grew up, there was no child from aristocratic family who was willing to follow him. The more he thought about it, the redder his eyes became, and he suddenly shouted: "Yes! It's all my fault! I am such a bad person! What's wrong?!"

The other teenagers were all stunned by his shouting. After a while of silence, one of them was not convinced and muttered, "What? It was obviously you who started it first... Why are you getting even more aggressive?"

Jin Ling said viciously: "You guys control me?! Is it your turn to discipline me?!"

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were originally on a boat that was relatively close to each other. After hearing this shout, Wei Wuxian was startled in the cabin. He rushed out to look across the boat and saw Jin Ling holding up his sword and facing the others. He asked, "What's going on?"

As soon as he saw the two, Lan Sizhui felt that any difficult situation could be easily solved, and he said happily: "Han Guangjun! Senior Wei! Come here quickly!"