Live Again, Love Anew

Chapter 1- First Meetings

Summary

Wei Ying wakes up as a child, in Yiling, with a core, and with a child Lan Zhan with him. This wouldn't sound that weird if he wasn't dead, coreless, and over 20 years old.

Beginning Note

This will be updated every other week. My other fic will be updating in between this one.

Wei Wuxian

The first thing he feels when he opens his eyes is pain. He doesn't know why he's in pain, he's drawing a blank on why his chest hurts so much. He knows he has a bad memory, but it was never this bad.

He palms at the middle of his chest and rips away his robes, but finds no injury.

He hisses when the pain spikes and he quickly squeezes his eyes shut to feel for a spiritual injury. He may not have a core but-

His eyes fly open, still unseeing because his attention is focused on the ball of spiritual energy that sits where his golden core should be.

He has a core...

He has a core!

Wei Wuxian, who gave his core away to his brother, now has a core.

He knows he should be thrilled, giddy, happy beyond compare, but he's in too much pain to celebrate, so , party later, find out why he's in agony first.

His pain is in his chest, which means it must have something to do with why he suddenly has a core. He sends an inquiring tendril of spiritual energy ( he can use spiritual energy again! ) into his core and immediately finds the problem.

His core is chock full of spiritual energy, too much spiritual energy. A normal core should feel like a warm little ball of light, but his core feels like he's touching the surface of the sun, as if his core is too large for his body.

He now knows what the problem is, but solving the problem... he has no idea how to even start.

What do you do when your core is too big for your body?

Nothing he was ever taught even remotely touches on anything near this.

He could expend the excess energy... but with the amount of energy he would have to expend, he would probably burn his meridians to a crisp and level anything in a hundred foot radius.

He feels energy gather at his fingers, and starts to panic. He needs to come up with something quick, or his energy might lash out, with or without his permission.

Expend, split, hide, seal...

Seal!

He recalls a seal he once used on Wen Ning. It was meant to seal his resentful energy in three stages, hence why he decided to call it the Tri-seal.

His robes are already ripped open, so he quickly bites his thumb to use his blood to write the seal. At the last moment, he pauses.

The seal was never meant for spiritual energy and in the first place, the seal was used on a corpse and not a living human! He has no idea if using the seal will fry his meridians or cut off his spiritual energy permanently.

The pain spikes, a persistent stabbing and burning in his chest, and he decides to risk it. His blood paints his skin with expert skill and precision as the seal is drawn. Three concentric rings and drawn over his core, with characters for sealing inlaid in between the thick red rings. As each ring is finished, the pain lessens, and clarity gradually seeps back into his existence.