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    A retelling of the story in which Wei Ying is Wen RuoHan's grandson.
    WangXian; obviously.
    Not Jiang Clan friendly.
    Jin Guangshan is his own warning.
    Wen RuoHan is not a good person but he is a great grandfather. And he is definitely not the worst among the clan leaders. Basically redemption for all the Wens. Except Wen Chao. Wen Chao is rotten to the core.

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    Una raccolta di storie nell'universo "Wei Ying è il nipote di Wen RuoHan"
    WangXian.
    Non amichevole con il Clan Jiang.
    Jin Guangshan è il suo stesso avvertimento.
    Wen RuoHan non è una brava persona, ma è un bravo nonno. E non è di certo il peggiore tra tutti i capi setta. In pratica, tutti gli Wen possono essere brave persone. Tranne Wen Chao. Wen Chao è marcio fino al midollo.

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    Shen Qingqiu was a self-interested person; the threat of death just made him more so. He leaned forward to press his lips to Yue Qingyuan’s, slow and careful. Yue Qingyuan inhaled sharply, but didn’t jerk away. It was enough. Shen Qingqiu kissed him, trying to memorize how his mouth tasted and the softness of his lips.

    When he pulled back, Shen Qingqiu kept his eyes closed as he pressed their foreheads together. He didn’t want to know how Yue Qingyuan looked right now, whether he was disgusted or simply shocked.

    Shen Qingqiu tucked his head against Yue Qingyuan’s neck as he fisted his hands in his robe. “Save me,” he whispered.

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    23 May 2026

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    “How is your cultivation progressing?” Yue Qingyuan asked.

    “My cultivation?” Shen Qingqiu was convinced that he must have misheard. “You, of all people, are asking me about my cultivation?”

    He was so weak that he hadn’t even formed a core yet, and while that would normally bring bile to his throat, all he could think about was penis. It was right there! Across from him!

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    22 May 2026

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    Head disciples Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge are caught by slavers and locked in a woodshed. It’s a rat trap meant for rat boys, and Liu Qingge isn’t one. Shen Qingqiu would’ve been pleased at his humiliation, if he wasn’t certain that this—either the trap or Liu Qingge himself—would utterly destroy him.

    Somehow, they make it out as friends.

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    21 May 2026

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    Somewhere in an alternate scum villain universe everyone's opinion of Shen Jiu is the exact same except for his fellow Qing Jing Peak disciples because they see him as some sort of heaven sent protector from The Bai Zhan Brutes.

    OR: Shen Jiu has barely joined Qing Jing peak when he stumbles into a Bai Zhan raid and inadvertently saves a bunch of disciples from getting beaten. Qing Jing loves him now.

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    21 May 2026

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    Lan Zhan didn’t hear anything else the Jiang disciple said, he couldn’t hear anything past the sound of his ears ringing, his blood pounding in his ears, muffling any shouts or calls out for him. 

    He felt something snap inside him, felt the way his body immediately felt cold, warm liquid seeping out of his nose, his eyes, trailing down the sides of his mouth as he fully fell forward, barely aware of the arms that caught him. 

    Something fundamentally was breaking within Lan Wangji, but he didn’t care. 

    How could he? 

    How could he care about anything else in this world when Wei Ying was dead?

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    21 May 2026