WenLing
(#68163350)
Level 1 Wildclaw
Familiar
Eerie Baubles
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.22 m
Wingspan
5.04 m
Weight
675.11 kg
Genetics
Black
Piebald
Piebald
Moon
Noxtide
Noxtide
Silver
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
中文名：问凌
别名：凌哥、凌兄、问师兄
门派：苍穷宫
地位职位：
性别：
配偶：久夜
年龄：不详
武器：
句：小九，你且看好了，这舞万羽诺这辈子只属于你一个人！
代表物：雪貂
那年，寒雪带走了他……
站在雪夜中，他抬头看了看眼前的大门，犹豫了几秒，终究还是上前敲了敲门，等着门打开时朝着门后的人微微一笑：“我回来了。”
Tonight is the night of the Yuan Xiao Festival(元宵节), a festive period enveloped in a gentle haze of red and gold. Although this time of the year signified the start of spring, winter’s hold still lingered in the frosty winds, stirring the hung lanterns which swayed in a cheerful manner in response.
Upon the lively streets below the lanterns, the happy laughter of children could be heard as they wove around the legs of adults in their games of chase. Some held little paper lanterns in the shapes of animals, others held sticks of candied fruits and sugar paintings. Their parents, meanwhile, were attracted to nearby shops by the cries of merchants. As they picked out goods, they would glance over to the playing children every now and then to make sure they didn’t get lost in the bustling crowd.
Wen Ling slowly drew in a breath of cold air. A moment later, a lingering plume of steam escaped from his lips.
He was seated upon the second floor of a bustling inn, his table positioned beside a window in such a way that the jubilance of the streets below was easily able to be seen with the slightest angle of his head. In one hand, he absentmindedly rotated a cup of fine peach blossom wine.
Wen Ling seemed to be waiting for someone, but it was unknown who this person was. A few prying eyes would dart curiously over to him from time to time, and some would discuss in hushed murmurs, as though afraid that he would hear them.
“Hey, don’t you think the young man over there looks a bit out of the ordinary?”
“Sure does, he doesn’t look like he’s from around here, his garb is much too eye-catching.”
“Pale flowing robes, a sword strapped to his back… Such a high guan(冠) too, he seems to be from Cang Qiong Palace.”
“Yes, with that appearance of his, he’s most likely an inner sect disciple.”
“Cang Qiong? Someone from Cang Qiong still dares to come to Chifeng during such a tense time like this?”
“It’s Yuan Xiao, they’re probably taking advantage of this time to come and consider a more peaceful alternative to the tense stalemate over-”
“What are outsiders like us doing shoving our noses into their business? If you value your lives, be careful of what you say, especially in a place like this.” The discussion immediately died down with that reminder. Everyone who took part in the gossip returned to what they had been doing prior in a guilty manner.
Wen Ling’s brows had subconsciously furrowed from the direction the discussions had headed. It was true, he had come here with some others on behalf of his sect to come across a new agreement with Chifeng. It was only because he and his fellow disciples had split up to make the journey here, that they had yet to all arrive. Thus, Wen Ling had chosen this place as the location where they’d meet up.
But, the last person who had spoken up was correct. The affairs of the sects weren’t something that outsiders should stick their noses into.
Chifeng was the most secretive of the Four Sects. They were not assassins who liked others prying into their business. Just seeing how the fortress was split up was a great example of that. The Inner Fortress did not even share much contact with their own people of the Outer Fortress, so who were outsiders to go and seek information that did not relate to themselves? If someone really were to somehow offend Chifeng in such a manner, more likely than not, what awaits them would be certain death, so… if they actually valued their lives, then it was best to not nose around.
As for Cang Qiong, this sect was one that secluded itself upon a mountain of eternal frost for a reason. They especially took pride in being the oldest of the Four Sects to stand upon this continent, with tales of disciples who have cultivated and successfully became immortals. Cang Qiong’s elevated ego has made them seem almost disdainful of outsiders, so information on them was not easily spread beyond the peak.
Although Cang Qiong could be considered to be the most restrained out of the two spoken sects, that didn’t mean they didn’t have a temper. Neither did it mean that none of their disciples hadn’t sought out the talkative to teach them a lesson.
In short, sometimes, the less you knew, the better for your overall safety.
Seeing that the topic of conversation had ended, Wen Ling’s expression relaxed. Although he was not the type of person to inflict any kind of ‘punishment’ on these talkative people, who was to say that his fellow Cang Qiong disciples who would arrive any minute now would be as merciful?
Wen Ling finally raised the cup in his hand to his lips and took a small sip. The light, sweet taste of peach blossoms washed over his tongue, paired with a touch of pepperiness that made him sigh.
Suddenly, the back of his neck tingled. Wine cup lowering, his gaze also dropped to look out the window in order to find the cause of this reaction.
From across the merry street swathed in red and gold light, a lonesome figure stood upon the roof of a building, studying Wen Ling’s form with his pair of clear black orbs. A set of dark red robes was adorned upon his body, and although a distance apart, Wen Ling could still make out that these robes were created a distinct style unique to Chifeng.
A Chifeng assassin?
Seeing that he had been caught staring, not only did the young man not turn away in embarrassment, he even offered Wen Ling a contemptuous smile. Although a street of people wove between them, separating them from each other, when their eyes met, Wen Ling suddenly found that the noise had quieted down around them.
He was tense. He could tell the assassin was too. It was as though they were trying to figure out what the other's purpose was, but neither could see through each other's minds.
“…”
“Wen Shi Xiong(师兄)?”
Wen Ling blinked and turned his head to the owner of the voice.
His fellow disciples had finally arrived. The leader of them, a Cang Qiong disciple only younger than himself by a year or so, bowed to Wen Ling, “Apologies, we got caught up at the Qian Kun Gates. One of the shi di's(师弟) lost his pass, so we had to wait until someone from the Inner Fortress came and let us in.”
Wei Ling stood up and cupped his hands in return. He couldn’t help but turn his head back to the building from across the street briefly.
The assassin had disappeared.
“Wen Shi Xiong, what were you looking at?”
Wen Ling retracted his gaze and shook his head, “The streets are quite festive. Come, sit. We’ll eat and then meet the Chifeng King in a bit.”
Listening to his words, the Cang Qiong disciples all gathered and seated themselves, helping themselves to the dishes that Wen Ling had called out for them earlier. They were nervous. Wen Ling was able to detect it, and he understood why.
This was the Chifeng King they were going to meet. Although they were here for formal business, that did not make them any less anxious. All of them had heard about the Tian Heng Pagoda's nine floors. They also knew of the gu and merciless methods of Chifeng that gave their assassins their notorious reputations.
Including... that assassin from a few moments ago. Wen Ling would remember him. He had no idea if the other held any ill intentions, but their brief moment of eye contact had made Wen Ling decide that this individual was worth keeping an eye out for...
Part 2
别名：凌哥、凌兄、问师兄
门派：苍穷宫
地位职位：
性别：
配偶：久夜
年龄：不详
武器：
句：小九，你且看好了，这舞万羽诺这辈子只属于你一个人！
代表物：雪貂
那年，寒雪带走了他……
站在雪夜中，他抬头看了看眼前的大门，犹豫了几秒，终究还是上前敲了敲门，等着门打开时朝着门后的人微微一笑：“我回来了。”
Tonight is the night of the Yuan Xiao Festival(元宵节), a festive period enveloped in a gentle haze of red and gold. Although this time of the year signified the start of spring, winter’s hold still lingered in the frosty winds, stirring the hung lanterns which swayed in a cheerful manner in response.
Upon the lively streets below the lanterns, the happy laughter of children could be heard as they wove around the legs of adults in their games of chase. Some held little paper lanterns in the shapes of animals, others held sticks of candied fruits and sugar paintings. Their parents, meanwhile, were attracted to nearby shops by the cries of merchants. As they picked out goods, they would glance over to the playing children every now and then to make sure they didn’t get lost in the bustling crowd.
Wen Ling slowly drew in a breath of cold air. A moment later, a lingering plume of steam escaped from his lips.
He was seated upon the second floor of a bustling inn, his table positioned beside a window in such a way that the jubilance of the streets below was easily able to be seen with the slightest angle of his head. In one hand, he absentmindedly rotated a cup of fine peach blossom wine.
Wen Ling seemed to be waiting for someone, but it was unknown who this person was. A few prying eyes would dart curiously over to him from time to time, and some would discuss in hushed murmurs, as though afraid that he would hear them.
“Hey, don’t you think the young man over there looks a bit out of the ordinary?”
“Sure does, he doesn’t look like he’s from around here, his garb is much too eye-catching.”
“Pale flowing robes, a sword strapped to his back… Such a high guan(冠) too, he seems to be from Cang Qiong Palace.”
“Yes, with that appearance of his, he’s most likely an inner sect disciple.”
“Cang Qiong? Someone from Cang Qiong still dares to come to Chifeng during such a tense time like this?”
“It’s Yuan Xiao, they’re probably taking advantage of this time to come and consider a more peaceful alternative to the tense stalemate over-”
“What are outsiders like us doing shoving our noses into their business? If you value your lives, be careful of what you say, especially in a place like this.” The discussion immediately died down with that reminder. Everyone who took part in the gossip returned to what they had been doing prior in a guilty manner.
Wen Ling’s brows had subconsciously furrowed from the direction the discussions had headed. It was true, he had come here with some others on behalf of his sect to come across a new agreement with Chifeng. It was only because he and his fellow disciples had split up to make the journey here, that they had yet to all arrive. Thus, Wen Ling had chosen this place as the location where they’d meet up.
But, the last person who had spoken up was correct. The affairs of the sects weren’t something that outsiders should stick their noses into.
Chifeng was the most secretive of the Four Sects. They were not assassins who liked others prying into their business. Just seeing how the fortress was split up was a great example of that. The Inner Fortress did not even share much contact with their own people of the Outer Fortress, so who were outsiders to go and seek information that did not relate to themselves? If someone really were to somehow offend Chifeng in such a manner, more likely than not, what awaits them would be certain death, so… if they actually valued their lives, then it was best to not nose around.
As for Cang Qiong, this sect was one that secluded itself upon a mountain of eternal frost for a reason. They especially took pride in being the oldest of the Four Sects to stand upon this continent, with tales of disciples who have cultivated and successfully became immortals. Cang Qiong’s elevated ego has made them seem almost disdainful of outsiders, so information on them was not easily spread beyond the peak.
Although Cang Qiong could be considered to be the most restrained out of the two spoken sects, that didn’t mean they didn’t have a temper. Neither did it mean that none of their disciples hadn’t sought out the talkative to teach them a lesson.
In short, sometimes, the less you knew, the better for your overall safety.
Seeing that the topic of conversation had ended, Wen Ling’s expression relaxed. Although he was not the type of person to inflict any kind of ‘punishment’ on these talkative people, who was to say that his fellow Cang Qiong disciples who would arrive any minute now would be as merciful?
Wen Ling finally raised the cup in his hand to his lips and took a small sip. The light, sweet taste of peach blossoms washed over his tongue, paired with a touch of pepperiness that made him sigh.
Suddenly, the back of his neck tingled. Wine cup lowering, his gaze also dropped to look out the window in order to find the cause of this reaction.
From across the merry street swathed in red and gold light, a lonesome figure stood upon the roof of a building, studying Wen Ling’s form with his pair of clear black orbs. A set of dark red robes was adorned upon his body, and although a distance apart, Wen Ling could still make out that these robes were created a distinct style unique to Chifeng.
A Chifeng assassin?
Seeing that he had been caught staring, not only did the young man not turn away in embarrassment, he even offered Wen Ling a contemptuous smile. Although a street of people wove between them, separating them from each other, when their eyes met, Wen Ling suddenly found that the noise had quieted down around them.
He was tense. He could tell the assassin was too. It was as though they were trying to figure out what the other's purpose was, but neither could see through each other's minds.
“…”
“Wen Shi Xiong(师兄)?”
Wen Ling blinked and turned his head to the owner of the voice.
His fellow disciples had finally arrived. The leader of them, a Cang Qiong disciple only younger than himself by a year or so, bowed to Wen Ling, “Apologies, we got caught up at the Qian Kun Gates. One of the shi di's(师弟) lost his pass, so we had to wait until someone from the Inner Fortress came and let us in.”
Wei Ling stood up and cupped his hands in return. He couldn’t help but turn his head back to the building from across the street briefly.
The assassin had disappeared.
“Wen Shi Xiong, what were you looking at?”
Wen Ling retracted his gaze and shook his head, “The streets are quite festive. Come, sit. We’ll eat and then meet the Chifeng King in a bit.”
Listening to his words, the Cang Qiong disciples all gathered and seated themselves, helping themselves to the dishes that Wen Ling had called out for them earlier. They were nervous. Wen Ling was able to detect it, and he understood why.
This was the Chifeng King they were going to meet. Although they were here for formal business, that did not make them any less anxious. All of them had heard about the Tian Heng Pagoda's nine floors. They also knew of the gu and merciless methods of Chifeng that gave their assassins their notorious reputations.
Including... that assassin from a few moments ago. Wen Ling would remember him. He had no idea if the other held any ill intentions, but their brief moment of eye contact had made Wen Ling decide that this individual was worth keeping an eye out for...
Part 2
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