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    The Sun Palace was a breathtaking sight that day. Hundreds of red lanterns adorned every corner, creating an evocative interplay of light as their reflections danced off the rare, expensive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

    The guests crowded into the immense banquet hall and kept looking up, fascinated by the spectacle.
    In any case, they were too excited to eat. After all, Wen RuoHan didn’t invite the entire cultivation world to his palace every day. This included the other four major sects and nearly all the smaller ones. The hall hosted at least a thousand guests.

    Furthermore, it would have been highly unusual for any sect leader, not just Wen RuoHan, to organize an event like this to introduce his mysterious third son.

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    04 Jun 2026

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    Hm

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    After the Slaughter of Xuanwu, Wen Ruohan decides he needs to have talent like Wei Wuxian in the Wen Sect.

    Fortunately, it is too easy to aquire the boy. Surprisingly, gaining his loyalty proves too hard.

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    With Wei Wuxian by his side, Wen Ruohan realises, he can rule the cultivation world without waging a war.

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    04 Jun 2026

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    👁️👁️👁️ ouuuh

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    “When I opened my eyes,” Wei Ying said, “my body was that of a child—but my mind had already lived a lifetime. I knew the rites, the faces, the mistakes. I remembered dying—the screams, the flames, the blood.”

    “When I woke that day, I already knew what would come. Tiāndào had whispered my parents’ fate before I ever opened my eyes—that their end was written as the mark of my beginning.” His lips curved faintly, a ghost of irony that only made the words hurt more. “When I found them gone, I told myself it was mercy—that this time, at least, I had bodies to bury. But it felt as if the world had waited only to watch me break.”

    “That’s when I realized,” Wei Ying said, “I didn’t know how to live among the living. I could walk beside them, laugh with them—but part of me was still beneath that willow tree, buried between the bodies of my parents.”

    Wei Ying’s next words drifted out, soft as breath. “The incantation I used… it was never meant to heal only you. It was meant to unmake me. To scatter every trace of myself, so that Tiāndào could never lay claim again.

    He exhaled, almost a sigh. “I wanted to make sure there was nothing left of me to trade.”

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    02 Jun 2026

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    Meow

  4. Public Bookmark 40

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    This second life was not a miracle. It was a transaction.

    When time fractured, it did not do so out of mercy, but design. Tiāndào did not grant him another chance freely; it offered terms—precise, balanced, and unyielding—etched into the laws that governed yin and yang itself. What had broken once could be permitted to mend, but only if the repair became part of the structure that held the world in place.

    Lan Minrui was not chosen.
    He was placed.
    He was used.

    The condition was simple in form, impossible in implication. The world had begun to tilt, its equilibrium strained by forces that would one day converge into ruin. At the center of that imbalance stood a single, volatile existence—Wei Wuxian.

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    01 Jun 2026

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    Author, so many fucking kudos

    Charactization is top tier

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    The first thing Wei Ying became aware of was cold steel at his throat.
    Not one blade—several.
    He did not move.

    Sleep still clung to him, heavy and disorienting, but instinct burned through it fast enough. His eyes cracked open to darkness cut by lantern light, and beyond it, the rigid silhouettes of Gusu Lan disciples. White robes. Swords steady. Not trembling.
    Not a mistake, then.

    Wei Ying let out a slow breath, careful not to shift against the edge pressing lightly into his skin. “Well,” he said, voice rough with sleep, “this is a new way to wake up.”

    No one laughed.
    That, more than the swords, told him something was very wrong.

    “You will come with us,” one disciple said. Young. Formal. Afraid—but hiding it well. “You are to be detained and questioned.”

    “Questioned?” Wei Ying echoed. His mind raced, sifting through the previous day. Punishments—yes. Lan Wangji standing over him like a silent judge. Copying rules until his wrist ached. Kneeling until his legs went numb. Nothing new, nothing unusual, nothing that should end with… this.

    He frowned. “Did I break a new rule I haven’t heard of yet?”

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    01 Jun 2026

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    Holy fuck, I love this so much the writing and depth and everything