Reap What You Sow

Chapter 1

As Wei Wuxian kneels in the ancestral hall waiting anxiously for Madame Yu to deal out the appropriate punishment.  His mind wandered back at what had happened. He remembered after the latern festival how Jin Zixuan insulted his shijie. He saw red and bunch him. Soon, the sect Leaders came, and the engagement was broken off. That same day, he left with the sect leader leaving behind his shijie and Jiang Cheng. When they arrived back home, the Madame was furious and ordered him to go kneel in the ancestral hall. He knows what's to come, so he is just waiting patiently it's not that he wasn't through all this his whole life since the sect Leader brought him back to Lotus Pier and the YungmiangJiang sect. With his robes laying on his hips, leaving his back bare, he waited.

He did not have to wait long when he heard the rustling of fabric behind him. He did not have to turn around to know who it was. Zidian crackling beside him, and he closed his eyes. The first hit knocked the wind out of his lungs, and a soft gasp escaped his mouth. After that, the hits came down more severely, knocking him down more. She did not give him to come up to sit straight. Laying down the hits did not stop while she spat curses at him. He did not know how for how long it went on. All he knew was that at some point, black spot started to swim before his eyes. He started to feel nauseous, and Bile crept up his throat. What happened after that, he did not know because he fell unconscious. If he stayed awake, he would have heard her say.

"Get rid of him.I don't want to see him in my sect anymore. Take care of the clarity bell it does not belong to him. "

"Yes, Madame, the two women said."
"My lady, you can't. He is still the head disciple of the sect. You have punished him already. Why must he be thrown out as well? " Sect Leader Jiang said with a sigh.

"He had always brought trouble, and now because of him, the betrothal between A-Ling and the Jin heir are off. A betrothal that was arranged between me and Madame Jin even before they were born. A potential alliance is now gone. So tell me, Fengmian, does someone like him still have the right to be part of our sect. " She ranted.

Fengmian shook his head and walked away, not even looking at the boy laying unconscious and in his own blood. His back flacked from the hits of zidian.

"Where should you take him, Madame Yu?" Jinzhu and Yinzhu asked her.

She looked down at the boys battered body without feeling and ince of remorse and said before she swept out the room.

"Throw him in the burial mounds. There in know he won't be able to escape from. It was a perfect place for him as a son of servant to be thrown in and took his sword as well. I do not want anything of him in my sect anymore. " With those words, she was gone.

They dressed him as soft moans of pain escape his mouth. Once done, they picked him and suibian up and left the ancestral hall. Making their way towards the gates of the sect. The disciples that were training and some of the staff looked on none could say anything even though they felt sad and heartbroken. Jinzhu and Yinzhu made their way towards the burial mounds after mounting their swords. They flew over Yiling and made their way towards the highest point of the mounds. The whole flight Wei Ying did not stir once. They just for a minute wavered before they dropped him and suibian looking down for a long while before sending a silent prayer for him. They turned and flew back.

Wei Ying's body hit the ground, and all that's was heard were bones broken. He laid there as the day turned into night. The ghosts flew around him. Howling and screeching. For three days, he lay there surrounded by resentful energy. But also, in this place of horror and darkness, someone else awaits the awakening of the stranger a boy who had been thrown in their mist. A boy who is hovering near death's door as each day passes. Even in his state of unconsciousness, he could sense the boys' will to live, to survive. And so he waits just as the ghosts and the resentful energy. Then the boy started to move and groan. His eyes still closed. He moves his fingers, his legs lying in a strange and awkward angel. It's broken that much is clear.