Wangxian Prompt/Self-fill Dump

A Single Flower amongst a bed of Thorns Pt 1

Prompt:

In a world where Wei Ying was never found by Jiang Fengmian or learned Cultivation, he lives a life traveling to the five major Sects to learn what he can. He lives his life being invisible to all but those who truly need his help, but he has to be very careful because his brand of 'Cultivation' was not something normal people did and often mistaken for demonic arts. But like all good things, it must come to an end, and his luck seems to have finally run out when he catches the attention of the Jades of Lan when he dissipates the Waterborne Abyss and calms the infestation of Water Ghouls it's caused.

Will Wei Ying be tried and executed for Demonic Cultivation?! Or-- wait, why are the Twin Jades looking at him like that!?

Snippet:

Wei Ying carefully tied the white robes he misappropriated from some jerk with an annoying face after he had kicked him into the mud and stole his last string of coins. He even had a pretty pendant made of jade! It was such a pure white color too, it would get Wei Ying quite a few strings of coins, in gold too! But first, might as well as sneak into Gusu Lan's famed Library! He's heard from the other sects he's snuck into over the years and studied at that the Lan Library was the largest collection of books form back during the Founding years, books from Xue Chonghai, Lan An, Wen Mao and even Baoshen Sanren! Once he was ready, wondering what he could do to make him pass as a disciple besides his 'borrowed' robes and token. He then recalls that the Lan Sect wore a long ribbon around their heads, some of them had designs others were plain. So he grabs his spare hair ribbon and grabbing some bits of white silk, he carefully stitches the white over the brilliant red fabric, so it looks like rivulets of blood on snow leading to a blood red lotus in the center. He admires his hasty work before looking in the broken mirror of the shake he was staying in for now, to carefully tie it in place. Once he was ready to go, he turns to the memorial plaque he carries with him that had his mother and father's names carved in gold on it, but smaller names in polished bronze surrounding it. He smiles as lightly taps the top of it.

"A'Ying's going out now, be good and protect the town while I am gone. Then tonight we will find a few naughties to make into a yummy dinner for everyone." He chirps softly, lovingly brushing his fingers over his parents names. the plaque vibrates under his touch and the air grows chilled and oppressive for just a moment, but it doesn't scare him or worry him. It is but a hug and the voices of those who chose to remain speak as one and wish him a good day.

Grabbing his qiankun pouch and the fans he made from the black bamboo of his home that matched his dizi, Chenqing. Since he wasn't a cultivator, nor did he have the money to commission a sword, he made his own weapons from the bamboo and papyrus from the black bamboo shoots and reeds in the Burial Mounds where he's lived since his parents were killed when he was hardly more than four, their unrestful souls coming back to protect him while he lived on the streets until he was chased by wild dogs into the Burial mounds one day and he surely would have died had his parents had not possessed a pair of demons who tried to feast upon him. Ever since he's lived in the land of the dead and demonic, learning to commune and master the powers of the Burial Mounds, finding a cave that became his home full of scrolls on Necromancy, or as the world calls it Demonic Cultivation. But that implies that he is developing a Core. Wei Ying doesn't have one, never developed one to absorb the negative energy. Offerings, rituals and the odd possession was how the Necromancy arts worked form what he could see. He had to study at the local temples to understand funeral rites, prayers and blessings, studied how to recognize and classify spirits of all kinds and the dangers they pose.

He had to learn Cultivation to learn the more advanced spells and skills needed to deal with the more troublesome entities out there. So he eventually he did develop a Golden Core, but he doesn't use it so he doubts it will ever grow more than the meager thing it is. Shaking his head, he turns his attention to the massive stairs that lead up to the Cloud Recesses. Taking a breath, he begins to climb up the stairs and the token grows warm as he passes one of the first gates to enter the Lan Sect's main compound. It happens two more times as he passes the gates and soon he is walking through the main gate and sees the sprawling houses and buildings. The classrooms and training grounds take up the majority of the space. A sparkling city of whites, pale greys and blues with the odd splash of something dark to bring out the pale colors and add definition. It is almost like looking at a Master Painter's ink drawing in living color. There is a dull din of activity with groups of disciples walking in perfect lines and in snyc with one another. The dull sounds of training in uniform was oddly calming. Wei Ying easily slips in and joins a group heading towards what looks like the main lecture hall and decides he would join them for a few lessons and see what the Lans taught their young about the world....