Wangxian Prompt/Self-fill Dump

Breath of the Wild

Yiling was a small forgotten village on the boarder between Yunmeng and Qishan. It was very poor and was built too close to the legendary Burial Mounds where many centuries ago a great abd powerful Cultivator who had achieved Immortality and was nearly a God fought the Evil Demon King and his army. He killed all of them but his sword was lost and he collapsed, so terribly injured. Surrounded by grief and anger he died and his lingering resentment along with all of those belonging to those he had slayed, his own army having perished in the fight as well.

Legends say he achieved Godhood at the cusp of death and was now a Dark God, greatly feared and filled with endless resentment. There is also a legend that he supposedly sired a child and his bloodline lives on and are capable of using resentful energy and magic. But that is only old stories no proof was ever found but those who lived in Yiling felt some of it might be true...

Why else would the air taste foul? Why would the animals be feral and aggressive for seemingly no reason? Why would they need to seal their dead in iron coffins to keep them from rising and trying to kill them all? There is always a grain of truth in the legends after all. But that was in the beginning. Now their town had its own small Cultivation Sect. It ws started by Wei Luoyang over 200 years ago and has never grown as large as many of the other sects. But that is because they do not take on as many disciples as others and the few they take are those whI have been abandoned and lost. They gather orphans and the odd runaway, teaching them as many sects do to be righteous and kind, but to avoid as much confliflct as possible from the other Sects who will not understand their style.

But then a great war broke out and while small, Yiling Wei was the most powerful sect due to their near endless supply of resentful energy and the dead to fuel them even when away from their home near the Burial Mounds. The war lasted for over 30 years and showed no signs of slowing down. Wei Changze, a descendant of Wei Luoyang, had married a daughter of the Immortal Baoshen Sanren, Cangse Sanren. They were a very powerful couple, but benevolent and did their best to aid those who could not fight or in need of help. Yiling was a refuge as well as neutral ground.

All was well and then like the ocean when the moon rises, the tides had turned. Yiling was attacked and left devastated, no one knows who had done it. Wei Changze was killed in the ambush, but not without taking out nearly half of the first wave by himself, his disciples quickly helping where he could not. Though few survived the onslaught. The second and third waves were met with barriers of a kind no one has seen before. Cangse Sanren bought time for the innocents to flee toward Yunmeng and to request aid, her young son, her only child and her dearest treasure, was taken with them. She knew Yiling would fall, with her beloved husband's death, the barriers that kept much of the resentment containted within the Burial Mounds would now spill out in great waves. The rest of fhe world was doomed unless her precious a'Ying could come back and remake the barrier. Though she worries because he is so young, he might not remember or what if their enemies hunt him down!?

No, she did not believe in no win scenarios. Even now, looking her death in the eyes, she believes she has won because as her masked assailants prepare to kill her. Having broken through the barriers finally, she smirks and begins to fight in earnest. Stories would spread of her epic battle, her body found pinned in place on all sides by petrified warriors, a smile her son would later wear, on her face even as she died. She was beautiful and oddly mechievous in her final moments, a strange serenity that only the daughter of Baoshan Furen could achieve...

Wei Ying grew up cared for by the few Shixiongs and Shijies who survived the attack on Yiling. Though they never settled in a place too long, carefully hiding his name from the world always introducing him as one of their siblings or children. Like his parents and paternal grandparents and so on, they gathered those who were lost and abandoned. Those who were forsaken and left to slowly decay. Wei Ying got along well with everyone who joined them, their group gaining few, but loyal members. His newest Shidi was a bratty thing while another was a bright, if shy thing. His Shixiong, only a handful of years older than he is, watched them with his polite smile in place, his golden eyes glittering with amusement even as his mother and aunt sigh at the youngest boys fussing around.

"Enough, now, a'Yang, a'Yu will find something he is good at." Wei Ying says, gently placing a hand on the bratty kid's head to settle him while his other hand lightly rested on the shy one's shoulder in comfort.

"Yes, a'Xian-gege!" They chirp and he lightly rubs the knuckle of his first fingers down their noses in a sign of affection that a Shijie he got to know only for a few short months always did to make him smile after he had a horrible run in with dogs or her mother had said something particularly mean to him.

"Wuxian, we are nearly to Gusu..." The oldest Shixiong, Xue Yang's father, said as he chuckles at his son's bratty antics.

"Alright. I will miss you guys while I am studying under grandmaster Lan..." He says as he grabs his things, hugging his martial siblings. "A'Yao, will you keep a close eye on them?"

"As if you need to ask." He sniffs in mock offense. "You saved my mother, my aunt and I from our previous home, we are indebted to you."

"Never. You are free, I only did what my Sect taught me. Our Sect does the impossible, but we are good people and will always lend aid whenever possible with little to no gain for ourselves personally. 'To find what is Lost and Return it Home, tenfold' is our motto." He smiles at him.

"Nevertheless.... Perhaps I should come with you? We still do not know who attacked the Sect and killed your family. They might be attending the lectures and we can share the token."

"... You will not take no for an answer." Wei Ying states, a small smile on his lips before he grins bright and wide, a smile that his Shixiongs and Shijies have told him his mother often wore.

"Fine... Xue-Xiong, I trust you to keep guard and guide of the others."

"As always, young manster can trust in me." He bows, his smile small and sincere as their ferry gets closer to town. Once the two young teens are dropped off, the others move towards a smaller inn to rent rooms for the night and to begin settling into the town. They never leave their young master alone even when he is allowed to be be 'alone' for lessons or reasons.

Wei Ying hugs Xue Yang and Mo Xuanyu, who is still much too young to be attending lessons but still is eager to follow the others around. Meng Yao makes sure they have all they will need, the older Carrier not willing to leave the younger alone, especially with Wei Wuxian being extremely powerful as well as fertile. He does not trust that others like his own sire will not attempt to take advantage of him. Especially because Wei Wuxian is far too pure hearted. Once he was pleased with their supplies they part ways with their group and begin heading to Gusu Lan territory, the famous Cloud Recesses...