This turbulence wasn't forecasted

A New? Start

-just a little warning before hand, this chapter may be a little confusing as it's mostly Wei (Mo) Ying's inner analogue and him comparing his new life to his past. I also added a few things that aren't in the canon universe because I live for a protective older brother cliché and wanted Nie Huaisang, Mo Ying and Mo XuanYu to grow up as childhood friends. The Wens haven't done anything to offend the cultivation world at this moment in time (this includes messing up the Nie sect leader's saber and in retrospect killing them) however, it will still be the Wens as the main villains of the story! Anyways, please forgive me for this long ass authors note and enjoy the chapter :)) -

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It had taken some time to calm himself and work through what was happening, it had turned out that Wei Ying had in fact been reincarnated, but into the past, before the Wens had started planning war if the past five years that he'd been living as Mo Ying had any significance to his first life's history. If that hadn't already been messing with his brain and making him question everything he previously knew, then the fact that there were demonic cultivation clans and sects was giving his poor little five year old brain a devastating headache- don't even mention how he had been reborn into one!

This life he'd been given a chance at wasn't bad, don't misunderstand, he has two doting and overly loving parents that spoil both him and his brother rotten (that's right, brother, that was a whole cudaddle of emotions he didn't know a two year old body could feel) and his shifus, shixiongs and shimeis take wonderful care of them, it's more so that he was working his hardest to overlap this life with his last and figure out, what the fuck went wrong. And where, because he'd be damned if the whole cultivation world collapses again and he or anyone in this new family gets blamed for the shitty situations those assholes got themselves knee deep in.

He sighed softly as he paused on his train of thought, his brother waddling over to him with a shy grin pulling at his lips. Mo Ying smiled softly at him and watched his brother questioningly, the younger boy sat in front of him and happily giggled, "Gege, thinking again? Head hurting again?" Wei couldn't help the shocked look on his face, before laughing softly and pulling his brother into a tight hug, shaking his head quickly.

"Mn, A-Xuan is so smart, I was thinking! A-Xuan is so nice, talking to ge to distract me, thank you." Mo XuanYu smiled happily as he let his older brother cuddle him tight and yell loudly next to his ear, before patting his older brothers head softly with his chubby hand and humming,

"Ge is smart, more than me. Ah, Ying-ge wanna play cat and mouse?" Mo Ying pulled back from his brother and nodded softly, before helping him up. Mo Ying had always felt his brother-like relationship with Jiang Cheng in his first life was always strained and a little forced, don't think he never noticed how his 'brothers' insecurity always held him back and how he couldn't ever truly trust in him, it had hurt Mo Ying in ways he refused to dwell on, and in the end it was that strained relationship that lead to his death. He wasn't going to do that with this brother- his real, blood brother. He wanted that connection he lacked in his last life, not only because of his last life, but also because Mo XuanYu was the sweetest person in the world. He was silly, soft and kind. He reminded him of their mother, but his eyes were their fathers. It was something his father had taken pride in when Mo XuanYu was born, saying he had the eyes of the future, Mo Ying had to agree. His brother had pale eyes, so pale he looked blind if you didn't check twice, but they were always filled with warmth and kindness- he had turned three the fourth month of that year and was already aware of how to read people's moods and how to tell what he and his parents were doing just by looking close enough. Mo XuanYu tapped Mo Ying's cheek softly, giggling quietly before starting to run away and out of their shared room, the older boy laughed and hopped over the homework he had yet to complete before chasing after his younger brother cheerfully,