#Jin sect

[kjwaikiki]

Protective Jiang Yanli Headcanon:

I have this idea in my head where Jiang Yanli is a bit more protective and political than in canon.

In my head when Wei Wuxian comes to Lotus Pier Jiang Yanli latches on to him just as he seems to latch on to her. Here is someone who needs her, who to a certain degree relies on her. In many ways Jiang Yanli sees Wei Wuxian as her child because she is the one that raises him.

The political side comes in regarding her engagement to Jin Zixuan. Wei Wuxian isn’t treated well by Yu Ziyuan and Yanli knows that her father won’t step in to stop Yu Ziyuan from hurting Wei Wuxian. So Yanli comes up with a plan. Yanli plans to take Wei Wuxian with her to Koi Tower.

Of course this brings its own set of difficulties. She will have to convince her father to let Wei Wuxian go, the toxic environment of Koi Tower, and the fact that Jin Zixuan resents their engagement.

Jiang Yanli schemes. The easiest to overcome is Zixuan’s dislike, she just needs to make him see her as a victim or ally rather than an enemy. This idea leads to her ultimate plan.

Yanli is going to poison herself while she is at Koi Tower. She is going to lay the blame on either one of the female Jin disciples who acted out of jealousy or one of Jin Guangshan’s cronies with the excuse that they think closer ties with Yunmeng Jiang will cause a decrease in their power (or something similar). The point is that she needs there to be an initial panic, investigation, and ultimately while someone will be caught Yanli needs there to be doubt in her parents’ minds as to whether Koi Tower is safe for her.

At this point Yanli will request that Wei Wuxian comes to Koi Tower and acts as her bodyguard. She knows that with the recent poisoning attempt her father will be weak to her request and more likely to grant it. It will be even more effective if she can get Jin Zixuan to request that Wei Wuxian come to Koi Tower to look after her because her parents can’t deny a sect heir easily.

Jin Zixuan will make the request because after Yanli poisons herself and her fiancé comes to see her she will tearfully request that he bring one of her brothers to Koi Tower. She will say she is afraid and that she misses her brothers. She will act weak and pitiful to soften Jin Zixuan’s heart to her. Jin Zixuan will see how Yanli was poisoned by someone of his sect and see her as a victim. He will pity her and thus accept her request and bring it up to her parents.

Of course Jiang Cheng cannot come to Koi Tower he is the sect heir and must stay in Yunmeng Jiang where it is safe. Wei Wuxian however is much more free to come to Koi Tower and look after his Shijie.

Jiang Yanli is happy. Months of planning, carefully building up an immunity to poison, and gathering the necessary ingredients have all payed off. As for the toxic cloud hanging over Koi Tower, there was already one poisoning attempt who is to say that there won’t be a second and that Jin Guangshan is the unfortunate victim this time. Of course with Jin Guangshan dead and Jin Zixuan the new sect leader Wei Wuxian will need to stay at Koi Tower indefinitely to protect Jiang Yanli.

I’m not sure how this ends. Maybe with Jin Ling’s birth or maybe with Wei Wuxian marrying Lan Wangji. I don’t know how much Jiang Cheng or Wei Wuxian know about Jiang Yanli’s plan. I am aware that Jiang Yanli can be considered OC. In the end this is just an idea that I had and wanted to share. I hope you like it!

[quandaryyy]

Everyday working in the service industry, I get one step closer to becoming Jin Guangyao.

I sympathize with him. I understand him. I am becoming him.

[incorrectly-quoting-mxtx]

Wei Wuxian: What’s up guys? I’m back!

The Jins: What the-you can’t be here. You’re dead. We literally saw you die!

Wei Wuxian: Death is a social construct.

[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

Reading about the cultural and social importance of bathing throughout Chinese history (because I am exactly the kind of person who spends hours reading about the cultural and social importance of bathing throughout Chinese history for no particular reason on a Tuesday night) and obviously now I'm imagining the sects all lowkey competing with regards to their public baths -- or at least the ones meant for visiting disciples and dignitaries.

The Jin are obviously doing The Most and being incredibly tacky about it. The floor of the bath is made of gold tile that dull super quickly and the whole tub needs to be frequently drained so the tiles can be deep cleaned and polished, and of course once they're shiny they reflect light up and through the water in a way that's actually really distracting. The bath bean has crushed pearls and seventy four different types of flowers in it. The benches are intricately engraved and inlaid with gems in places that pinch your butt when you sit on them.

The Nie have a natural hot spring that they have turned into their main public bath. The massive cavern houses a number of varying-sized pools, some of which interconnect and others of which are freestanding. The free standing pools are typically treated with different soaks to give the water various medicinal properties (most often for things like muscle aches or minor injuries, but also for skincare and such.) I imagine the Nie recipe for bath-bean would include animal fat and pancreas, making it very rich and cleansing.

Part of me wants to say the Jiang would just bathe in the lake but that seems cheap to me, so instead: Through a combination of well-placed pipes and clever array work, the Jiang bath house feels like a mini indoor rainstorm, with water falling in thousands of warm droplets from the ceiling above to fill the pools, which are more shallow that a typical bath would be. There are built-in overhangs you can sit under to get out of the "rain" while still being in the water. If requested the rain can be "turned up" and the lights dimmed, and cymbals crash so you feel like you're really standing out in a raging thunderstorm, which some people find incredibly soothing and others find terrifying. I can't think of anything unique for the bath bean other than lotus flowers but I do think, given the proximity to the river, that mud wraps would be a common treatment offered.

The Lan... probably have the worst public baths, actually. They may not even actually have a public bath at all. If they do have one, it's not meant to be a place of luxury or entertainment, although of course it would be tastefully decorated and comfortable. Rather they'd find some way to make public bathing less about socializing and more about silently meditating while pretending you aren't surrounded by other naked people. I guess the cold springs kind of sort of count as a public bath but not really. Bath bean smells distinctly medicinal, but obviously whatever is in it works, because the Lan all look Like That.

The public bath in Qishan stopped being a popular attraction when Wen Ruohan stopped having visitors, but for years their bath was one hell of a marvel. Massive, bronze statues of phoenixes would be heated until glowing-hot and then lowered into the stone tub, filling the air with thick steam. Patrons would sit around the room on their benches, sweating it out until the statues had cooled enough for the water to be safe to enter. If you wanted a cold bath, the adjoining room was also home to a massive bronze statue, this one of a dragon that sat in the center of the tub and poured cool water out of it's mouth. Bath bean was made with plant ash rather than rice or soybean powder, and the water was all treated with volcanic ash.

And, because I am Me, the Wei sect: I'm imagining a dark hall deep in the cave systems, the floor lined with man made in-ground pools of varying sizes not entirely unlike the Nie baths, however these pools aren't connected to an outside water source or each other. There are illusion arrays carved into the walls that send out glowing, ghostly shapes of fish and otters and other river creatures swimming through the air. The pools are filled through overhead pipes that pour water, oils, and herbal mixtures into the pool, and each pool has access to it's own set of labeled levers, so a person or group of people can customize their bath while they're having it, adding more cool water, hot water, or various add-ins. The bath bean is more of a paste due to the addition of a ton of collagen. (They get it from the kitchen's bone broth. The bones are not human, but that doesn't stop visiting disciples from scaring each other about it. Don't piss off the Yiling Louzu or you'll end up in the soap.)

[kibutsujidemon]

"jiang and wei husband"

[vozaho]

Los bastarditos Jin. 🙏 AU en donde estos weyes son los meros-meros del clan Jin como siempre debió ser. 🥱💛

[peculiardollart]

Some Jin sect hairstyles

Jin Ladies

Nie Men and Women

Jiang Men and Women

[sandradaffodils]

Done with character design of Madam Jin or known as Li Fang in my fic...Along with the time lapse 😁

[liziocit]

Am kinda glad that Jin Ling is a Jin, weirdly enough. Even though this clan has sabotaged him so many damn times, I know he will be able to reform it if u get what I mean.

Because this is a guy who clearly cares about the commoners and the less wealthy people in his area, like when he went to night hunt the hook ghost.

This is also a guy who has an uncle in Wei Wuxian, an honourable guy, who will absolutely steer JL in the right direction. Along with Lan Wangji who will always show his support in bunnies or his quiet prescence.

Maybe the Jin sect won't be a place where injustice reigns supreme instead it will probably become a place where no marginalised groups will be turned away anymore.

Maybe women like mianmian won't have their voices covered over their male counterparts.

Maybe illegitimate children like Jin Guangyao won't be thrown off the stairs anymore, instead they'll be welcomed by the standoffish but welcoming Jin Ling.

Sure Jin Ling will face a lot of stumbling blocks in the form of the the old, corrupted elders but he's a tenacious kid, if he wants it to happen, it will happen dammit.

[murderedbyhomework]

I have zero idea if someone has pointed this out before but mxtx is a genius in symbolism.

So the representative flower for the Jiang Sect is the lotus flower （蓮花）, and the Jin representative flower is the peony （牡丹). There's this very famous piece of literature that represents the symbolism these flowers hold in Chinese culture, namely 《愛蓮說》, which about translates to "sayings out of love for lotus". It's like an essential part of Chinese literature curriculum for any Chinese student, and it compares the values the daisy flower and the peony flower represent against the values the lotus flower represent.

The lotus is heralded as the saint/role model (君子) of flowers, as it represents purity, perseverance, independence, upstanding moral values in general, and most importantly, the ability to remain pure/untouched even while living within filth. A lot of these values coincide with the Jiang Motto "Attempt the impossible", or rather attempting to do the right thing even when it seems impossible. And in a way, the Jiang siblings all represent some aspect of the lotus flower. Jiang Yanli grows up kind and soft spoken even with a mother like Madam Yu, and believes in Wei Wuxian even when the entire cultivation world despises him. Jiang Cheng displays perseverance and independence in how he rebuilds the Jiang sect, and while I don't want to get into the debate of whether or not he's a really good sect leader that cares about the commoners, or his morals in general, one irrefutable fact is that he rebuilt the Jiang Sect to it's former glory at a very young age, something that should be nigh impossible. And Wei Wuxian, while not morally pure, does attempt to do the thing he considers right, against all odds, which is actually what led him into the messes he gets into. And of course, he grows up on the streets for ages 4 to 9, yet manages to keep on being kind and selfless instead of growing bitter, retaining his morals and the teaching his mother ingrained in him. So really the Jiang siblings to greatly embody the values of the lotus flower, something I bet mxtx intended.

As for the Jin sect, having the peony as their representative flower really is the best insult mxtx could've come up against them. The peony, in Chinese literature, embodies wealth and Conventional beauty. 《愛蓮說》 goes a step further and criticises people who love the peony flower to be following the masses, and that by liking the peony flower, people are prioritising wealth, power, reputation, or are more keen on leaning on the powerful so they're safe and Conventional instead of prioritising doing the right thing and having the right values. Which of course, is a perfect reflection of the Jin Sect. Jin (金 in chinese) literally means gold, and it's reflected in how the Jin sect is presented to be wealthy and quite frivolous in spending. It also reflects how the cultivation world chose to follow Jin Guangshan, and later Jin Guangyao in condemning Wei Wuxian, because the Jin Sect has great influence, wealth, and power, and in the end it's safer and easier to go along with them.

Tldr, mxtx was an absolute genius with her using flower symbolism to represent the Jin and Jiang sect values, as well as the role they play in mdzs.

[thelyinggrapevine]

MDZS Headcanons (Master list)

Hello everyone!

This is going to be a master list of all of my headcanons that I've been putting on a Google Doc for a couple years now (that was mainly just collecting dust in my drive but we don't talk abt that). I decided that maybe I could post these, just to see what others think!

I use some-if not all-of these headcanons in all my "Canon Relevant" fics (both published or not) and I've been recently trying to update them and add more, especially to the Jin, Nie, and Wen Sect areas!

Below are the links to each section of headcanons, as if I posted them all together as they are in my Docs, it would be quite long.

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Jiang Sect

Jin Sect

Lan Sect

Nie Sect

Wen Sect

Extra Headcanons (+ Relationship Dynamic Headcanons)

[pleasegivejinlingabreak]

Jin RuLan - MDZS novel russian edition illustrations

[just-troy0-0]

Handmade tassel!^-^

So, i made a thing and then found out it comes under being called a tassel. The inspiration was lanling jin sect for some reason.

(The photos almost makes it look like real gold)

[moonwaif]

It's JGY's "performing the customer service persona in front of your own family" that really nails down the estranged-child-born-out-of-wedlock dynamic for me.

[sylviesoothsayer22]

Outshined By The Moon's Brilliance

Wen Ruohan x Wei Ying

Premise: This is a Time Travel AU, so WWX has already meddled with canon by building his own Demonic Sect + recruiting familiar faces. All his scheming led to his sect being invited to the Wen hunting competition where he gets a shocking revelation....

The air felt so dry that it made the nostrils sting and lips crack, the occasional breeze carrying a vague scent of sulphur. If one were to take a deep enough breath, they would taste a faint metallic tinge at the back of their tongues. Outsiders were constantly reminded of the lava rivers flowing throughout Qishan, as well as its oppressive heat. The sun had just reached its apex, its light bleaching the sky a whitish-blue, the intense rays bearing down on the crowd, bathing their colourful robes with golden light, making them shine all the brighter. Beads of sweat running down crinkled brows, boots scuffing against gravel in a nervous dance, eyes suspiciously flickering from the high altar where the Five Great Sect Leaders were supposed to sit and then back at the -now- raised flags, the atmosphere wrought with barely restrained agitation.

Quiet chatter drifted into unwilling ears, though the more composed members of the crowd tried to not let it bother them, they couldn’t help but agree with the gossipers.

The whole arrangement made no sense.

Sect leaders kept their expressions neutral as their disciples pointed at the flags, whispering to each other:

There were supposed to be Five Great Sects, all their leaders accounted for.

So, why was there a sixth flag snapping against the wind?

The new flag in question had, unlike its companions, a pitch black background, with a blood-red crescent moon skilfully stitched at the centre, a snow-white huli jing was depicted, peacefully sleeping at the crescent’s crook, its nine tails lazily drooping downwards, flowing beneath the red moon in a colourless waterfall.

By itself it was a beautiful flag, the calmer ones mused.

What was causing such a ruckus was the group that the flag was attached to.

“Isn’t that…?” 

“It is! It is!” 

“But why would Wen Zongzhu invite that lot?! And to give them a seat at the table…?” 

“I’m still having trouble here…Wasn’t ‘that’ sect just a myth?” 

“This must be some kind of test! Why else would Wen Zongzhu request that clan of demons to come here?!”

“Is he trying to start a feud here and now?!” Nie Clan Heir, Nie Mingjue, quietly hissed under his breath. Choosing to focus on the altar’s highest seat, meant for Wen Zhangmen, as opposed to the main oddity. (while all the other leaders’ places were at the bottom of the altar. The young man noted with a sneer.) 

Nie Cídǐng settled a large hand on his eldest’s shoulder, firmly squeezing. “Now is not the time to make a scene, son. I’ll discuss it with Wen Zhangmen after the competition.” He murmured in his heir’s ear, thankful that all the chatter seemed to have blocked out his words from the nearby Wen disciples. He only let go when he sensed the younger forcing his tense frame to relax.

Nie Zhangmen immediately straightened his posture once he heard the heralds beating on the drums, ready to start announcing his and the others’ titles. 

“The Head of the Qinghe Nie Sect, Head of the Nie Clan!”

Giving his heir one last warning look, Nie Cídǐng stepped away from his eldest. Quietly taking a deep breath through his nose, the clan leader arranged his features into a more neutral expression and walked through a path the crowd of young cultivators made for him. Shoulders set and pace steady. 

“The Head of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Head of the Jiang Clan!”

Though the man was able to keep a polite smile plastered on his face, seasoned observers noticed the nervous twitch in Jiang Fengmian’s brow as he made his way to where Nie Cídǐng was standing, waiting for the rest of his fellow sect leaders at the foot of the altar. 

“The Head of the Gusu Lan Sect, Head of the Lan Clan!”

Still holding the rank of the most composed one of their group, Lan Qiren’s face hardly hinted at how he felt about the strangeness of the whole situation. It was only because he knew the man for years that Nie Cídǐng could see the tightness in the -usually unruffled- sect leader’s eyes as he got closer to the other two.

“The Head of the Lanling Jin Sect, Head of the Jin Clan!” 

Incomes the yellow eyesor -ahem!- Jin Zhangmen. That overly decorous fan of his open and hiding the bottom half of his face. Nie Cídǐng took note of the frivolous man’s attempt at acting coy, but it seems that Jin Zongzhu couldn’t stop his eyes from flitting suspiciously at the new addition among the flags. A greedy gleam in his gaze. 

“The Head of the Yiling Wei Sect, Head of the Wei Clan!”

Finally…. Nie Cídǐng thought.

Although, Wei Zongzhu wasn’t the only one walking down the path.

He brought his right-hand and left-hand with him, both men half a stride behind their superior. Their sect’s black outer robes and red inner robes swishing with every step. 

Despite the fact that all three men came from the same sect, none of their outer robes were a perfect match.

Wei Zhangmen’s right-hand, Meng Ruiqi, appeared to be the most unassuming of the trio. Hands folded at the waist, a gentle, near-feminine face that was smiling serenely, eyes closed and head bowed in a subservient manner, giving off a calm, demure air. His black outer robes were dotted with Lily of the Valley flowers along the shoulders and sleeves. Both hands, one folded atop the other, resulted in the long sleeves to interconnect, the embroidery on the cuffs overlapping, forming into a completed Lily of the Valley branch. 

It was only through Nie Cídǐng’s eagle-eyes and the sun hitting the reserved man’s black robes just so , did the sabre-wielder realise that there were additional details. 

Webs. Intricately woven black threads, the shade almost blending perfectly with its dark background, forming into spiderwebs carefully stitched on the shoulder and sleeve areas. The parts where the webs were supposed to interconnect to form a centre appeared to be covered up by the white, bell-shaped flowers. 

Not knowing why he felt slightly unsettled by the abnormal design choice, Nie Cídǐng chose to aim his focus at the man on the left.

Xue Chengmei was the exact opposite of his seemingly harmless-looking partner.  

Leisurely walking behind his sect leader with his arms interlocking behind his head in a rather inappropriately casual manner, the young man could easily give one the impression of an impish youth with a boyish charm, if it wasn’t for that canine-like smile of his. Xue Chengmei would catch the eye of whoever stared at him for too long and split his lips further, showing more of his teeth in a wide grin that was just plain unnerving, forcing others to look elsewhere. The design of his black robes had one dark-green snake stitched on both sides, their heads resting on each shoulder, long bodies stretched across the torso, tail-ends interweaving around the waist. Blending perfectly with the green belt that had a scale-like pattern. 

Nie Cídǐng carefully observed the grinning man’s style of wear.

The bottom of his robes stopped at the ankles, offering more legroom, long boots that were suitable for combat and leather bracers securely wrapped around his wrists, keeping his wide sleeves tied.

A manic fighter. He thought. Someone who’s ready to jump into the fray should a brawl break out.

Nie Cídǐng’s gaze at last settled on the main attraction. Eyes meticulously studying the one at the centre who was steadily making his way to their little group. 

Wei Fàngrèn truly was an enigma.

The man made his debut in the cultivation world with little to no fanfare. No prior warnings of someone experimenting or doing Heavens’ know what with demonic qi, no whisper of a young genius capable of inventing bizarre gadgets that would make the most perilous of Night Hunts end with hardly any injury or casualty. 

And was able to build his own sect from the ground up in less than ten years.

If Nie Cídǐng didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought Wei Zongzhu just decided to pop into existence one day, leaving every cultivator scratching their heads. 

Nobody even knows the demonic cultivator’s exact age and he refused to associate himself with any established sect, all they had were rumours. 

A walking quandary at its finest…

In a single breath, all chatter ceased. The crowd watched with trepidation as the mysterious cultivator, whom they only heard about through hearsay, quietly make his way to the foot of the altar. Not even his fluttering robes made a sound. 

The man’s choice of wear easily had the most simple design. Crimson spider-lilies encircling the cuff of his sleeves, most of the flowers clustered at the tail-end of his robe, forming into a red trail thinning out as it went up. A plunging neckline cut through the red of his inner robe, revealing the pale expanse of his chest, the style ill-suited for the current occasion, along with a weimao to complete the look, its sheer curtain made of black silk, concealing their wearer’s face. 

However, the hidden face was only one of two peculiarities about the man.

Most of the disciples couldn’t help but stare at the snow-white hair streaming down the strange man’s back, while the braver ones of the crowd tried to tuck their chins to their chests, straining their eyes in order to catch a glimpse of the new arrival’s face beneath the black silk of his weimao. 

After what felt like an eternity, but was in fact only a few moments, Wei Zongzhu slowed to a stop in front of the gathered sect leaders. Cupping his hands and offering a silent bow as his first greeting to them.

The four of them nodded back and waited for the new arrival to introduce himself properly.

He did not. Instead, Wei Zhangmen straightened his spine and waved off his two subordinates. Both men merely bowed their heads and walked off to join the crowd, among a small gathering of young disciples -who everyone had just realised- were wearing their sect’s colours. 

Letting out a quiet huff of disapproval at Wei Zongzhu’s lacklustre greeting, Lan Qiren turned his back on the four and climbed up the altar. The rest slowly followed behind.

None of them spoke a single word after settling into their assigned seats. All forming one line, with Wei Zongzhu being the closest to Wen Ruohan’s elevated seat, Nie Cídǐng at his left, then Lan Qiren and Jin Guangshan. Jiang Fengmian being the furthest away from Wei Fàngrèn. 

Yet it was Jiang Zongzhu who started making a fuss over Wei Fàngrèn.

The moment Wei Zhangmen took off his weimao, Jiang Fengmian let out an audible gasp which-thanks to the suffocating silence- travelled all the way to the back of the crowd.

Nie Cídǐng snapped his head, taking a brief -enough for the sake of propriety- look at the face revealed to him.

White eyebrows, white lashes, a slanted nose, elegant features that looked to be meticulously carved, pale-pink lips, twisted into a blank smile, a beauty mark dotting the corner of his mouth, liquid-silver eyes, that long mane -snowy all the way to the roots - held up by a simple crimson ribbon. 

Nie Cídǐng looked back at his fellow sect leader, now confused.

Certainly Wei Zongzhu had a radiance that was beyond natural, but he never took Jiang Zhangmen as the type to lose his composure over a pretty face.

(The pig -Jin Guangshan- certainly wasn’t doing any better. Almost dropping his fan, mouth gaping like a fish, openly staring at the newcomer like a mongrel salivating over a slab of meat.

Nie Cídǐng decided then and there that he was going to stay by Wei Zongzhu’s side until the end of the competition. Someone had to help the newcomer ward off that dog’s advances.)

Jiang Zhangmen was also gawking at Wei Fàngrèn, eyes running over the man’s features, a look of familiarity on his face, desperately searching for…. something in the demonic cultivator’s face.

Interestingly enough, Lan Qiren was also carefully studying Wei Fàngrèn’s face. Brow crinkled and mouth stiff, as if he was reminded of an unpleasant dish he was forced to eat long ago. 

For his part, Wei Fàngrèn met the chaos he unwittingly made head-on. That smile never leaving his face, though Nie Cídǐng couldn’t help but notice the slight strain behind that nonchalant facade. 

The enigma tilted his head to the side, much like a curious cat, short strands of white hair falling around his face, framing his features. Waiting for someone to break the silence.

The drums started beating once more….

“The Head of the Qishan Wen Sect, Head of the Wen Clan!”

All of them stiffened and snapped their heads forward. Waiting for the last member of their group to join.

Nie Cídǐng resisted the urge to purse his lips in disapproval, watching as his “friend” made his grand entrance. Sunset-red and white robes bellowing as he strode past their tables with the gait of a man who clearly believed that he had the world at the palm of his hand.

Honestly, he wasn’t even surprised when the elder didn’t bother with any sort of greeting. At least Wei Zhangmen had some sense. 

What did surprise him was Wen Ruohan casually stopping in front of Wei Fàngrèn’s table, stooping down and placing his mouth close to the -now frozen- sect leader’s ear, whispering something as if they were old friends sharing a secret.

Straining his senses, Nie Cídǐng managed to hear that one sentence:

“You’ve certainly learned to be a lot more cunning this time around, Yiling Lazou.”

End.

Author's Note:

1. 慈鼎 or "Cí dǐng": 'kind stability'. (I could not for the life of me find NMJ's father's name in the MDZS wiki. I needed help here.)

2. 瑞奇 or "Ruiqi": Rui- auspicious/lucky. Qi- remarkable/ extraordinary.

3. 放任 or "Fàngrèn" (WWX's new courtesy name): Could translate to 'letting things happen without restrain' or the equivalent of letting things go.

4. Zongzhu: Address for a clan leader.

5. Zhangmen: Address for a sect leader.

This is all just an experimental chapter. I'll let ya'll imagine what happens next. Maybe I'll come back to this, maybe I won't. Really does depend where my muse takes me.

Hope you enjoyed the read.

Many Thanks~

[kibutsujidemon]

"the first time"