#yilingwei sect

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This fic is probably the best ever. The found family trope, the bickering siblings and in-laws, the badass moments, the sweet moments, everything makes me giggle and vibrate at inhuman speeds because of how happy I am. 

The basic premise is as follows: 

“After barely surviving the assassination attempt at QiongQi Path, Wei WuXian and the Wen Sect remnants are left to figure out how to protect themselves and their new lives. Meanwhile, the Jiang siblings and an unharmed Jin ZiXuan try to figure out who's bright idea was that stupid ambush. In Gusu, Lan Wangji panics at the idea of Wei WuXian's near death and tries to figure out whether to insist to stay by the Yiling Patriarch's side or hang back in the Cloud Recesses.

“And Wei WuXian struggles with the idea of whether becoming a teacher, teaching demonic cultivation and setting up his own sect might not be a bad idea after all...” 

Basically the assassination didn’t work and Wen Qing actually asked about the political situation out there before sacrificing anything, because she is a smart woman and we stan the possessor of the brain cell on the Burial Mounds. The Wen remnants are super cool, the entire town of Yiling adopts Wei Wuxian as their dark son who can fight the supernatural shit and not take credit. Jiang Chang gets some awesome brother moments, and sweet sweet sect leader badass moments. Jin Zixuan is cool, I guess. 

Something similar to the Lan’s forehead receiving a forehead ribbon, or a Jiang earning a clarity bell.

It’s a ceremony of sorts, where you are officially seen as a full-fledged Guide, as Wei Wuxian likes to call all his children.

Guides— not unorthodox cultivators, and children—not disciples.

Every year the YilingWei prepare a ritual, on Qingming where the dead were to be remembered, it was only natural for lingering spirits to visit their loved ones.

But here in the Burial Mounds it was different.

The dead here are discarded, long forgotten neither mourned nor respected.

Why are they mourned and I’m not?

Why are they remembered, while I rot and suffer?

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They grow wild and rampant in their grief that the mounds cannot contain them. And so the responsibility had fallen onto Wei Wuxian’s lap.

When he was first thrown into this hellhole, he almost died.

When the Wen Remnants had settled in, he took it upon himself every year to walk around the whole mountain, singing, soothing, granting wishes of lost spirits.

But now there were more of them, and it had turned into a tradition for most of his children to go through.

“Black Parade” Wen Qing had called it. Though it was a joke, it stuck somehow.

This year he was parading with two of his eldest, Xue Yang and Wen Yuan, the two had just turned 15 but were the peak role models for their shidis and shimeis.

It was an important event in their lives, not even their sword-naming ceremony was as eventful.

The residents of their small community gathered around to send them out, whistling a low and eerie, but soothing tune as they watched the three silhouettes disappear outside the barrier.

And out they went, both boys walked in front with red-lit lamps that produced soothing incense, their Sect Leader walked behind them, flute in one hand and lantern on the other like an assuring shield, always ready to protect his children when something went awry.

It starts as a whistle, they both harmonize on a single note as they continued to trot through the dead land, ghosts slowly rise from their hidings like flowers to a sun.

When their lanterns ran low on incense, they stop to re-light, kowtowing to the earth and the souls it contained, then their whistling slowly turned into a melody, low so not to agitate the dead, but it was effective enough.

They would parade the whole mountain just like this, often times there are spirits that need to be brought down, but they never neglect to build it a grave. For even the savages must be mourned for, in a realm where there is nothing but death, nothing is remembered yet never forgotten.

They come home to their families once the parade it done, they celebrate with their own feasts, they sing and dance rituals in remembrance of their late loved ones.

By the end of the day, the participants of the parade are not only acknowledged by their Sect Leader, but by the spirits that they’ve helped.

Blessed with gifts by the HeiBai WuChang.

To protect and fight for those who cannot.

That is the resolve of the YilingWei.

Click here for the YilingWei Sect Master List

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Junior disciple Xiao Qing, courtesy Xinyi. She’s Xxc and Sl’s adopted daughter as well as Wei Wuxian’s niece.

Xiao Qing is actually born physically blind in this au, but it doesn’t hinder her as you’d think.

She was born in a village in Qishan jurisdiction and was subjected to human trafficking at a very young age. During the war between sects, she managed to escape and found herself in a town of Pingyang living off of goods she stole.

How would she do that when she’s blind? Well, the thing is— although she’s partially impaired, Xiao Qing was born a ghost medium.

Since being a medium allowed you to see and hear spirits, it essentially gave you slight access to the spiritual realm.

Xiao Qing can see things people can’t, and even if that couldn’t help her, there were a lot of ghosts who were willing to be her eyes as long as she gave them something in return.

Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan came across her when they were night-hunting, she warned them that the area they were going to was full of spirits. XXC took interest in her abilities and asked if she wanted to tag along with them, seeing as how stealing wasn’t a really nice lifestyle, she agreed.

The two cultivators had already met WWX as some point during their travels, and when they decided to visit his newly formed (still working on) sect, SL gently suggested that Xiao Qing might want to try cultivation.

At first she was hesitant, since it was hard fighting while you were blind. But with a lot of encouragement (and a very good teacher) she considered being a disciple to refine her training while XXC and SL kept traveling.

Xiao Qing is very good at sensing danger, whether it’s people or monsters. She has adapted very well to her surroundings and even have a group of ghosts that she can trust (she trained the ghosts as well)

Her main weapon is the pole-arm and she’s surprisingly very flexible with it. She can tell whether a ghost is lying to her or not and it has made her a very strong card in the sect.

Although she’s a junior disciple, her title among the sect is ‘Songbird’ which has garnered her a lot of respect. Plus, the fact that she fights like a warrior despite being blind.

Bonus:

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[Sect Members]

Wei Wuxian- Sect Leader (also teaches Study of Talisman and Arrays)

Wen Qing- Head Physician/ Second in Command

Wen Ning- Community Chief/ Archery Master

Xiao Xingchen- Swords Master/ Cultivation (the orthodox one)

Luo Qingyang(MianMian)- Swords Master

Song Lan- Master of Rituals (tbh sl seems like the perfect person for this, he was raised in a temple so he prolly has a lot of knowledge about things, and hee’s the right person fore discipline.)

Mo Fan- the 6 Arts

[Disciples]

Mo Xuanyu- First Head Disciple

Wen Yuan- First Heir

Xue Yang

Xiao Qing

{others that will prolly be ocs}

[] The BM community is filled with people who were turned away by villages or have no where left to go, so WWX helps them and let’s the people settle in BM.

People love him, even the Yiling residents, so if shady cultivators come to extort information about their laozu, well, who really feels like speaking today? No one.

[] The Wei disciples are called “Guides” instead of “Demonic Cultivators” because technically they don’t cultivate with resentful energy.

They’ve studied it so they know how it behaves, how it would react, and how to influence it.

A Guide’s main duty is to reform a spirit’s malicious intent before putting them to rest. They will take measures to change their resentment into something neutral, or if possible, tranquil.

It may be harder than normal exorcism, but it ensures that most spirits will end up in the reincarnation cycle without leaving any bubbling resentment in the world. Because what they do isn’t “cleansing” the energy out of the spirit, they convert it into something less malicious.

Any sect device or technique that would include you having to absorb any type of resentful energy in order for it to activate , has been modified by WWX.

Talismans? They absorb resentment from the surroundings instead of directly from a person.

Empathy? WWX invents a watered down version of it called “Espy” where it will possess a certain object instead of directly controlling the person’s body. (empathy is rarely used by his disciples, he’s only allowed it if the situation is dire or there are no other choices)

Basically speaking, WWX has totally baby-proofed everything.

[] The YilingWei Sect worship the HeiBai Wuchang and because of their continued efforts to reform evil spirits and send them into the reincarnation cycle, the HeiBai Wuchang has blessed them with long lives.

The HeiBai Wuchang are two deities that are tasked to escort the dead to the underworld. The Black Guard lead the evil while the White Guard soothed the good souls. They punish the wicked and bless the good. They are also worshipped for great fortune.

(Please keep in mind that I am not a native and my knowledge of chinese mythologies are only basic, I am not a reliable source for these things.)

[] Every resident of the BM hold a whistle, it’s a small thing that’s colored in black with a single character written in red ink to match with chenqing and it’s red tassel.

The whistle is multi-purposed. Originally WWX had crafted it as a means for keeping the residents from absorbing resentful energy(since at the time he hadn’t fully established a human-friendly area within the BM).

It was tuned to play a high note which was the key part of the song “Cleansing”, all they had to do was blow on the whistle for a few hours everyday and they would be kept safe from resentment.

Then soon after it was also being used as a token for the barriers. The character inscribed in red ink is actually a small array that lets the holder be recognized by the barriers and be let in.

Wen Ning suggested that they should make some sort of code only they would understand, in case there is a situation where they cannot speak or cannot reach someone in time.

They’ve made a small little tradition with their community where they play the whistle at night, just before they sleep. The sound that follows the first whistle sooths everyone, knowing that they aren’t alone.

They’ve also made it some sort of ritual to play the whistle while sending off their disciples to night hunts, in a way that tells them “good luck”

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That’s all the ideas I have for now>>> Though I might post more ab it. I reallllly love yilingwei sect

I’ve been deprived of fanfics regarding this au, so much so that im almost making one myself

Click here for previous YilingWei Sect posts.

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Meet Mo Xuanyu, YilingWei’s beloved and trusty Head disciple.

Him and his mother, Mo Fan, left the family village at a young age, with only the clothes on their back and a pouch of coins. Originally, they planned to travel north from Gusu, where Lanling stood, but an unfortunate encounter with bandits lead them to run into the forests, injured and bloodied.

Wei Wuxian founds them at the border of Jiangling, starved and close to death, and decided to bring them to Yiling, where he helped them build a home and start a new life. Mo Fan thrived with her surroundings, people appreciated and supported her. She taught the children of Yiling to write and read, and later would be a teacher in the BM when the sect is still fresh and new.

While Mo Xuanyu, who showed skill in leadership and the ability to teach just like his mother, was appointed to be the first ever Head Disciple of the YilingWei. (He’s not the first ever disciple, tho.)

He wielded a fan as if it were a dagger, moved liked the wind with a deadly sword, and was adept in all studies of talisman and arrays. Wei Wuxian couldn’t be more proud.

Mo Xuanyu specializes is talisman and rituals, and is the first one to master “Espy”

When Xue Yang comes along, they oddly get along very well. If Mo Xuanyu has WWX’s looks, then Xue Yang has his insanity. Mxy has learned the arts of keeping him in a tight leash.

He’s very good with children, that’s one of the reasons why he’s HD, but also he’s often had the responsibility of entertaining a-Yuan when he was a child, along with other youngs kids WWX picked up from the streets. They all call him “Yu-gege.” A-Yuan though, calls him “Pretty-gege.” And Mxy denied crying the first time.

Idk what signature color to give him! Frankly speaking, the disciples all wear black, gray, and red, the only difference in color are their swords. I always saw Mxy as the red and black guy, just the same as WWX! So it was hard to think of anything else.

I thought of gold because technically he was a Jin, but then his sword would look like Suibian. Then I just started fucking around to find out and thought orange looked pretty actually.

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Bonus!

The acupuncture needle was crafted by Wen Qing as a preventive measure in case someone was attacked by resentful energy. The needle was made specifically to purge energy out of the body, when inserted into the right junctions and meridans, it can force the resentment out of the body and into the needle itself. (And can be purged in the same needle as well.)

It’s made with black quartz, which in this au, is a great medium for yin energy.

Also, the white markings on the inside of the bow (the circles) are indicators of symbol.

4 marks for the sect leader, 3 marks for the chiefs, and 2 marks for the senior disciples. Though really, it’s not that important, just an aesthetic choice.

Wwx has his in his belt but never wears it, he doesn’t like the idea of being identified by your status. He sees everyone equally and as family and doesn’t see the need to flaunt it.

It makes him feel a bit detached from the others, and he doesn’t like that feeling.

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"Holy Shit!" Xiao Qing gasps, jumping up from the divan she'd lain on.

"Language, Shimei!" Deyao scolds her but is left ignored as the disciple scrambles to get her shoes and reaches for the door.

"Fuck my language-- I need to warn Wei-shushu!"

Worried by the behavior, the senior followed behind Xiao Qing as she made a mad dash through the corridors. "-Wait! Warn Wei-zhongzhu about what?!"

Blank pupils meet his for a spare second before they focus on the path forward.

"Cultivators! Gold, green, purple, blue-- many of them!"

The senior disciple makes a shocked gasp as he halts, Xiao Qing couldn't care less to look back at him. The Reverberant Hall was not a close distance from her junior quarters much to her dismay, and she couldn't waste her time!

They're walking through the streets of Yiling. A few of them booked buildings. Some golds are surrounding the forests around the Burial Mounds-

They were getting too close!

A strong pressure of wind shot past the junior disciple as her eyes caught sight of a crow in flight, heading towards the same destination.

The disciples stationed at the magistrate must have noticed them as well. It gets there only a few seconds before she does, only because she has the decency to knock first and announce her arrival before throwing her formalities out the window to kick the doors of the Hall open.

Her uncle sits in the middle of the hall, crow perched on his finger as it reports its findings to him.

"Wei-zhongzhu cultivators at bay, possibly seventy at arms. Further observations cannot be made, going into hiding." The crow squawks in its mocking tone, repeating what it's been told to say.

Wei Wuxian's expression is grave as he watches Xiao Qing enter panting with exhaustion.

"More than seventy, shushu.' she shakes her head, blank pupils shaking in anger.

"A hundred men at arms, Jins are scouting the graveyard forests. They're trying to find the entrance to the Burial Mounds."

He closed his eyes, feeling a headache forming at the edge of his skull. Rubbing the bridge between his eyes he hesitantly asks his niece,

"...which sects?"

Xiao Qing swallows fir air as she chases to calm herself, before she answered slowly. "...Qinghe Nie, Lanling Jin, Laoling Qin, Baling Ouyang, Yunmeng Jiang, Gusu Lan... and many more. Shushu." She visibly hesitated stating the last two.

His eyelids closed itself harder, burying his face deeper into his face as if it would hide him from the world.

He had expected this day to come, but he didn't think it would be so soon. They're not investigating that's for sure, Jins are scoping their domain, they have an army of cultivators in the town he protected. It's clear to anyone what their intentions were.

Of course they would get suspicious, Yiling Laozu and his criminal refuges have hidden away from the eyes of people, no news about them but a simple rumor that they've closed themselves off from the rest of the world.

Wei Wuxian sighs, stuck on a fork road of decisions. "What do you think, Wen Qing?"

The woman in red and white, who stood next to his dais was in deep thought.

"They're definitely not here to negotiate, with an army like that." She scoffs. "Neither are they willing to leave peacefully."

"Oh please, when do they ever." He snides.

The doctor sighs, "Either way. We don't want the innocent citizens outside getting involved in this. We should evacuate them."

Wei Wuxian nods, "Gather the chiefs and seniors." He ordered her, who immediately works.

"A-Qing, I need you to stay here. Your eyes will be needed"

His niece salutes, "Of course, shushu."

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As soon as orders were given, everyone immediately set to work.

The senior disciples, those with more experience, were to descend the mountain stealthily and help the Yiling citizens evacuate in order to secure their safety.

Burial Mound residents were relocated to the Bamboo Dwellings deeper into the mountain and were not to leave the area until Wen Ning said otherwise.

Wen Qing and her students were in charge of stocking emergency rations, water, clothes, non-perishable items to hide away in case their supplies were cut off.

Junior disciples prepared emergency exits, secured hidden passage ways, and were tasked to guard the residents.

Heavy tension hung in the air as everyone moved with purpose, Xiao Qing could feel everything from the enclosed Red Room.

In a smaller room meant for more important meetings, stood the remaining chiefs and Wei-shushu.

They were discussing... something. Xiao Qing wasn't really focused on it, she was too busy keeping an eye on those Jin cultivators, making sure they didn't get too close to the gate of the mountains.

"They're scattered into five groups, shushu." She hisses.

"Any of them get close yet?" She shakes her head. "But I think it won't be long till they come across it.

The man clicks his tongue in irritance. Hearing this, Xiao Xingchen stands up from his seat, "Xue Yang, with me."

"I'll stall them for a few more hours, you need to be focused on this discussion A-Xian."

Wei-Shushu sighs, "Thank you Tang-ge."

"What are their true intentions?" Luo Qingyang mutters, placing tokens on the map to indicate which cultivators were where.

It's been 20 minutes since Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang had descended to stall time, during that period, some Yaos have entered the fray to help the Jins search.

Wei Wuxian sighs, "We'll have to let them in."

"And what?" Wen Qing growls, "Let them burn our home down?"

"It won't be long until they find the gate. And even if we don't let them in-- they'll resolve to cutting off our water supply. Hell they might rampage the town!" The man groans, rubbing his temple gently.

Wen Qing opens her mouth to argue back, but before she can do that his niece gasps.

"They've... they've found the gate... Shushu."

Heavens fuck all.

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Wei Wuxian walks pass the empty houses slowly, unwilling to pace it up towards the entrance of his home.

It woulld be no lie if he said he didn't want to meet any of the sects. Sometimes he wishes he hadn't the patience nor the consideration for these men, he sometimes dreams of kicking their asses so hard they fly back into their homes.

He sighs wilfully, Wei Yuan by his side notices his mood and smiles pitifully.

"We can always do this another day, ba." His son says. Ahhh what a loving child.

"Unfortunately, I don't think the sects would like that." Mo Xuanyu muses, his arms are folded and his posture is rightened, making him seem upright and intimidating.

Xue Yang cackles, "But then again, when have we ever cared for their feelings? They never gave shitwad about us!"

His son sighs, taking in his fellowmen's words in consideration. Although Wei Yuan has never experienced the world of the cultivation soceity; being holed up in a mountain and by extension its only town, it's safe to say he doesn't like them either-- in light of his childhood.

"We're only here to listen to their intentions. Anything else I will not permit." He tells them.

By then, they've walked enough that they can see the silhouettes behind the barrier of the mounds.

"But," Wei Wuxian hums, "If they attack first, I wouldn't be so keen."

It was basically permission, even though he just said the opposite. And it formed smiles on his wards' faces, ones that weren't as sweet and joyful.

Once they've reached the gates Wen Ning bows his head at him. The cultivators have long noticed his presence and have resolved to shout louder at him.

Wei Wuxian inhales deeply, closing his eyes to savir his last moments of peace.

The sect leader smiles, the corner of his lips visibly twitching.

"Welcome to the Burial Mounds, dear cultivators." He greets them.

The silence that comes after is refreshing.

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Honor Disciple Xue Yang, courtesy Xue Chengmei. Otherwise known as the local rascal.

Although he is still a junior disciple, Xue Yang—along with A-Yuan— are both model disciples that their shidis and shimeis look up to; thus giving them the titles of honor disciple.

Before he came to Yiling, Xue Yang was adopted by bandits after the incident with the Chang Clan (unfortunately he does still lose a finger), and though he was still completely unhinged he wasn’t borderline insane. Someone took him in as a kid and cared for him, he still had resentment left but it wasn’t enough to make him want to kill a whole generation (although, said someone who adopted him was a thief and did teach him to rob instead.)

When Xue Yang turned 11 years olds, his troupe was attacked by a horde of yaoguai near Yiling and only a few of them survived. He had been among the people who were gravely injured—close to death, he lost an arm from a stampede and nearly bleed his organs onto the forest floor.

Wen Ning had found them hours later, and had driven them into town to Wen Qing’s clinic. Most of the bandits were tended to, but Xue Yang was a lost cause— Wen Qing had to amputate his arm and perform surgery on his tiny little body.

Xue Yang came later than Mo Xuanyu, though only for a few months, and decided himself that he was gonna be a wei disciple. Wei Wuxian shrugged and threw his arms up— awarding him a jab to the rib from the doctor.

(“I mean- what do I say, No?” “He’s literally half a person!”)

Xy is older than Mxy by five months, but Mxy had a head-start that made path to being a head disciple. Xue Yang would have declined it anyway, he didn’t like head duties.

He often likes to hang-out with Wen Ning on patrol duty, and A-Qing stuck to him pretty well.

Xxc and SL have basically adopted him though, they like to gift him sweets every once and then. (Mostly xxc)

His right arm is completely prosthetic, made by Wei Wuxian, and is designed to move when it comes into contact with spiritual energy. It’s made from animal bone, implemented with a silver core that stores energy to command it.

(“You literally only have four fingers now, I don’t think you can hold a sword with that amount.”)

But even so, Xue Yang still uses his right as his dominant hand, it’s gotten easier for him over the years that it feels like he never lost it in the first place. Though he still trained with his left arm with a dagger.

Bonus!: The bandits that survived turned over a new leaf and started living in Yiling, some are farmers some are hunters. They occasionally drop by the BM to check in in Xue Yang, and oftentimes he spends his free days with them.

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