#mqf making changes and sqh in the background trying to figure out why things aren't going in according to the plot

[milktrician]

wanna tell me of "I'm begging for a future to exist"? :>

This one is a PIDW!Mu Qingfang transmigrating/time travelling(?) to an early point in the SVSSS timeline to try and prevent everything that happened in PIDW. Except he doesn't know what happened for everything to go wrong, but at least he can prevent a multitude of his martial sibling's medical problems instead. (I think someone made a text post about this? It's probably why I wrote it) Unsure if I'll ever continue this one, anyone is free to explore it further!

Mu Qingfang didn’t know whether to take his own life or to let life take it’s reins after his final disciple was taken away from him.

He has no right to call himself the Lord of Qian Cao if he cannot protect his disciples. Even after his peak has been long since destroyed. Even with no sect leader or martial siblings to lead with anymore. Lord Luo had informed him Shang Qinghua was executed by the Northern Demon King months ago. Betrayal, as it always was with the man.

Mu Qingfang will still miss the irregular steps his shixiong’s cane added to his confident strides. Even when it was just the two of them left, now in servitude to the demon emperor, Shang Qinghua never admitted to where the old injury came from. He even scoffed at him that Mu Qingfang still honored their martial bond at this point.

The only title he has left is of a doctor. And he will honor it until his death.

And then he dies.

He is executed by Lord Luo for his failures in saving one he loves. Something he was expecting from a mountain away.

And then he wakes up.

His vision is blurry, and it feels like all he can do is breathe. There’s a hand grasping his, and he can feel a stream of qi flowing into his own depleted reserves. His face is covered in sweat and slowly being wiped off as his mind struggles to make sense of reality.

“Qingfang…are you with me?” A warm voice calls to him.

His breath settles, as much as his chest feels like it constricts itself. Did he have a qi deviation? Fevers are often a symptom he is aware of, as is the way it is hard to think.

He turns his head to the voice, and he’s sure the shock is enough to trigger another qi deviation in the process.

“…Shizun?” he manages to gasp out, feeling his Shizun run a hand through his hair,

“How are you feeling?”

Mu Qingfang must be in the heavens.

“…Tired.”

His shizun pats his head,

“Rest then, this master shall take care of you.”

It has been a long while since he could close his eyes without worry. Perhaps this is a final dream, here to shepard him into the comforts of death’s embrace.

Yes…he can accept that.

He’s been waiting a long time to see his Shizun again. To see the martial siblings that were lost to him.

Despite everything, he misses them.

It’s when Mu Qingfang opens his eyes again he realizes something must be gravely wrong.