Demonic Cultivation: Defying Fate and Changing My Destiny

[Completed. Wangxian pairing broken up. Worth the read!]

/Those days of youth, dressed in finery and riding spirited horses/

We once laughed as we snatched a wine jar and drew our swords through the springtime of Gusu.

“Emperor's Smile. I'll give you a jar if you pretend you didn't see me, all right?”

“I never expected Third Miss Lan to be as good at scolding people as Lan Zhan! How interesting.”

“Every young master from the great clans likes me!”

In those days, the young had bright eyes. They knew no sorrow, asked no questions of grief, and thought only that the years were gentle.

/The Wen Clan runs rampant, and the Yin Iron appears/

“If anyone else dares defy the Wen Clan, don't blame me for showing no mercy. The Lan Clan of Gusu is a perfect example!”

“Third Miss, you're strong in spiritual power and highly skilled, but you've never hunted a quantity snake before, have you? Hahaha!”

“Stop right there! Be careful, or I'll bleed this young master of the Wen Clan dry.”

“Is he dead? Is he dead?”

/Cloud Recesses falls overnight, and youth is lost/

“Wei Wuxian, listen carefully. Protect Jiang Cheng even if it costs you your life. Do you hear me?”

“Dig out my golden core...”

The years had never been kind to youthful devotion.

“Why should someone else pay the price for the kindness you showed me?”

“Those who practice the heretical path always pay a price in the end. It has been so throughout history, without exception!”

“You couldn't even protect your own sister. What right do you have to meddle in other people's affairs?”

/After tasting the world's cruelty, all that remains are absurd rumors/

“Even without a sword, I, Wei Wuxian, can leave every one of you in the dust with nothing but the heretical arts you love to condemn!”

/Qiongqi Path: the calamity begins, and everything changes in an instant/

“Third Miss Lan! Third Miss Lan has been killed by the Ghost General!”

“Didn't you say you could control him? Didn't you say there wouldn't be a problem?!”

“Who did you kill? Do you even know who you killed?!”

“Can someone tell me what I'm supposed to do?”

After enduring partings and deaths, the unspoken words, the words spoken to one's beloved, and the flute's melody still sounded as before.

Started writing on August 17, signed on September 11. Reposting and plagiarism strictly prohibited.