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PROLOGUE...
This fic is birthed from the righteous anger I felt when I read a fic that had me wishing I was isekai-d into MDZS so I could skin fuckers alive. Now, this wouldn’t be the first time I read a fic that didn’t sit right with me, everyone is entitled to their creative freedom. But! This author dared to quote canon to support their stance and this I couldn’t just let fly.
Before embarking on my slice of fiction, I would like to explain my stance and defend it. First of all, dear author whom I shall not name, stated that our beloved heretic cultivator had no business joining the SunShot Campaign, that the Jiang was already rebuilt, and the sects were winning the war, we, I beg to fucking differ,
Before Jiang Wanyin and Lan-er-gongzi found Wei Ying with Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu, they’d followed his trail from the supervisory office Wen Chao was in, where Wang Lingjao was. After that, they had stories of the deaths of many Wen Cultivators from local civilians.
Wei Wuxian was making an impact on the Wen troops before even officially joining the campaign. This is but one of his many contributions, though some are not as explicitly stated in canon. There is a reason the Ying Tiger Tally was both so coveted and feared. Everyone had witnessed its power in the war.
Power Wei Wuxian had used for the clans’ advantage. The fear of the Yiling Laozu alone had bred such fear that it had broken the Wen soldiers' morale. Its impact alone did wonders for the campaign.
None of the so-called righteous cultivators tried hard to apprehend him for his unorthodox practices until they ceased to be for their benefit.
So to sit and compare Wei Wuxian to Xue Yang, someone who, despite a chance at redemption, chose to spit in the face of his saviour. To imply that Wei Wuxian’s efforts were unneeded and unnecessary, to belittle his sacrifice in the face of such harrowing pain and horror, was just for selfish reasons; you, dear author, would have made a fantastic Jin.
Would the SunShot Campaign have succeeded without the Yiling Laozu, maybe; they certainly were very charged. But victory would have taken more lives and certainly more time.
Nie Mingjue was driven by rage and resentment, and the campaign was following in his footsteps, but his capture would have tanked the morale.
He would have died in Nightless City, under Wen Rouhan and Meng Yao, but the sects arriving in the city turned that fate around.
The presence of Wei Wuxian was what made it possible for them to even breach the palace. What made it possible for Meng Yao to even get a chance to stick a sword in Xiandu’s back.
Xiandu was distracted by Wei Wuxian and his fancy tally. His sole existence was rooted in the ‘boy’ who had dared achieve what he had spent years trying to.
Wei Wuxian did things in the war, brutal, blood thirsty things, so did everyone else. He was driven by vengeance and fuelled by resentment, but that was not an excuse to belittle his efforts.
Efforts he faced death and conquered for.