Generic Xianxia write-up that is way too fucking long

-Enemy Assassin Clan (+200)
Their elder awakens, a vision plaguing his sleeping memory. His master’s foe has returned - and the clan is arisen. Their assassins, both young in body and mind and so ancient as to be risen from the grave, are dispatched. Their warriors march, weapons readied for all signs of trouble. And the cultivating higher branches desperately claw for any remaining power they can find, knowing the threat they must face.

-Bandits (+200)
The thief king nods as the messenger kneels, already knowing what that scroll contains just by the insignia of the clan. He rises, and all the war bands and tribes rise across the land. Villages are razed, trade routes and caravans are pillaged, all to find one man. He who cuts him down will be given rewards immeasurable.

-Motherfucking T-Rex! (+300)
From its warrens in The Mountains That Split The World, his most loyal guardian rises. The Beast-God of The Rising Storm sniffs, its nostrils filled with the scent of prey - prey its master has commanded be slaughtered. Roaring, it charges forth without second thought. That primal call rips across the skies, and the storm rolls in with no end in sight.

-Animal Aggravation (+200)
-Oh no, not the bees! (+100)
As The Beast-God rampages toward its quarry, the wildlife is stirred and driven mad. Even those who would have remembered the hunted one’s touch in a past life are whipped into a frenzy by The Beast-God’s wild aura. The prey will find few friends in the wilds.

-Demon Attacks (+200)
From their prison in the endless night, the unnamed clan awakens. Their warriors and hunters are roused, and the jailer grins. The cells are thrown wide, one at a time, and finally the moment comes - the great door separating their hell from the world of daylight is cast open. Go forth, honorless fiends. The one who imprisoned you will honor his agreement, bound in blood at the prison gates. You slay this enemy, this one man - and your clan will be free.

-Fook Yu (+300)
When he shattered his empire, the master spared few. Among them, a handmaiden - bearing a seed out of ceremony, to ensure the bloodline carries on. Ensure that there would always be a scion ready to carry out their patriarch’s black work. Now this grandson, many generations on, marks his hand at the hearthfires, and sharpens the blade.

-No Mook Chivalry (+200)
Let the end come for this hated foe, for all the forces arrayed against him are now in league. The bandits and assassins track the progress of The Beast-God, while The Grandson’s marked hand gives him command of the Unnamed Clan.

The funny thing is? Well… The drawbacks weren’t the automatic choice. All I did was supply the points for those you chose, and those I knew would affect you regardless of choice.

You see, your choice of Reincarnation… Has sent a ripple, throughout the world. A ripple with more consequences than you may be aware of. Allow me to explain.

Once, there were two friends. Two boys on the slopes of The Mountains That Split The World, the prodigies of two minor families who had retreated from The City. Cultivators one and all, the boys were raised with meager surroundings, yet that did not matter. They had their brotherhood, and their adventures in the Mountains. And that sufficed. Their names… Lei Jingyi, and Zemin Fang.

In time, a stranger came to dwell in their village on the slopes. A noble girl and her retainer, the dregs of a shattered house of nobility. She was Yun, of Gengxin.

As is always the case with these stories, you can probably see how this turned out. Fang and Jingyi were both stricken by Yun’s beauty, and knowing that as they stood now, neither were worthy to so much as touch her noble-blooded feet, they set onto their paths of cultivation. They competed, their friendship growing into a rivalry - yet both still remembered their bonds, and swore that they would support each other no matter who won.

In time, Yun took notice - as did her retainer, who simply wore the title of The Gengxin Bear. Knowing his time was drawing to a close, The Bear took up his own arms and began testing the two friends - who had grown into minor heroes of the Mountains That Split The World. He was a powerful cultivator, and made both boys swear that only by being the one to defeat him, could they make for Lady Yun’s hand.

She agreed to the plan, having her own heart being drawn towards one of the two boys - though she never admitted which to The Bear.

Years later, both cultivators had become fine young men - ascending into the mythos of The Mountains, and their own power such that they could reach the Heavens with a great leap.

Jingyi was the brawniest of the two - his cultivation having gone to great lengths to forge his body into a weapon. He could move so fast as to be teleporting, and halt a rockslide or avalanche with his own brawn.

Fang had his own physique, but his cultivation had gone more into control - the elements loved him, and his spiritual power became laced with each of them in turn. Where Jingyi was not called upon to chase off the titanic wildlife of The Mountains, Fang’s heart bonded to them - and he would lead them back safely to the higher cliffs and ravines.

The time came when The Gengxin Bear decided the time was right. He took to the plains, and bellowed his final challenge to both friends.

The battle was harsh, brutal enough that the plains were shattered - becoming a deep pit from which no light escaped. The Bear fell, a grateful smile on his lips. He passed on,

Jingyi had dealt the final blow, and though Yun’s heart called for Fang’s gentle touch, she accepted the outcome of the match. Fang’s heart stung, but he smiled for his battle-brother’s victory.

And so it came to be that Gengxin Yun became the wife of Lei Jingyi. Their village grew, as outsiders fleeing The Walled City’s brutality fled to this home of heroes. They witnessed The Pit of The Bear’s Fall, and celebrated Jingyi.

The two continued their paths of cultivation, eventually setting forth to The Walled City to delve into the archives therein. Having grown as strong as they did in the wilderness and backroads, both were unprepared for the den of spiders that awaited them.

They stayed, and trained, and meditated despite the ruckus about them. In time, both took to the practice of alchemy - ascending time and again using the reagents they had brought with them from The Mountains. They had many fights with the nobility of The City, who felt challenged that two country bumpkins would dare to climb higher than they. Their victories lead to higher ascensions still.

And the constant conflict had another effect. Slowly, both hearts in each brother’s chest grew cold and stony. Jingyi grew to believe that he was destined to always stomp on his inferiors and be challenged regardless, and he grew scornful of all beneath him. Only his brother was his equal, but only just.

Fang’s stinging heart instead turned to jealousy. He had given just as much as Jingyi, if not more. But who was the one who always stood on the stage as crowds cheered them? Who was vaunted as the hero when two had always taken action?

Who had stolen Yun’s heart and hand in marriage?

The two brothers eventually left The Walled City, and - taking much of their spoils from duels and discoveries alike - returned to their home village. Their return was celebrated, Jingyi’s more than Fang’s to the latter’s growing discontent. They helped others cultivate, forming a great monastery. The Monastery of Twin Fists.

In time, the two made discoveries of their own. Jingyi learned the wheel of karma, and the ties that bind souls. Using his alchemy, he forged a single, pearly-blue pill - made from the dregs of his soul and a host of other ingredients he had harvested from The Mountains’ highest peaks. He bid Yun to ingest it, and she ascended as soon as it was swallowed - being bound eternally to Jingyi’s soul, her own spirit was brought to match his. And the two would be bound forevermore.

Fang learned of darker arts, his jealousy skyrocketing every time he saw Yun’s face. The idea of being second fiddle to Jingyi rankled at him, and he hungered for the chance to strike his brother down in bitter victory. His hunger became a powerful force in its own right, a source of energy he poured into his research. He would no longer be the cobblestone that Jingyi trod upon on his journey to the top.

It was when Yun, whose heart was tearing at seeing both friends and brothers turning into such monsters, cried, that the fight broke out. She continued to weep as Fang and Jingyi clashed against one another - the force of their attacks destroying the Monastery around them. Their followers scattered like seeds to the wind. Their research and gathered knowledge turned to ash and dust, as collateral for a match that was long overdue.

Fang sacrificed his humanity in the fight, turning himself into a great beast. Greater than the Heavens above that they had visited, greater than any monster of The Mountains That Split The World. Jingyi sent for his allies in The Walled City - and, seeing the devastation so many leagues away from their walls, the armies were sent forth.

The world was ravaged four times over. Fang had become the rampaging beast, fueled by resentment and spurred onwards by vengeance. Jingyi, the cold-hearted tactician, cared not for the death being spread by his and Fang’s attacks, only that he was frustrated with his battle-brother for “giving up on their childhood oath.”

Soon, the conflict grew too much - such that Heaven began to intervene, sensing Fang’s hungering resentment wreaking havoc upon the wheel of karma and reincarnation. Jingyi was given a technique to put a stop to the chaos that would unfold, here and now - and he was given his duty. One he took to with relish.

Soon after, the killing blow was struck on both sides. Fang evaporated into ash with a faint, growling scream. And Jingyi collapsed, his heart’s blood watering the earth below.

Poor Yun, witnessing the devastation her pain had wrought upon her poor world, took her own life shortly thereafter.

… But it would not end there.

The wheel of reincarnation spun once again. This story you were told… played out once more, with two new brothers, and a new girl, and a village doomed to ruin. The same rise, and the same fall. Time and time again, with the consequences of each clash growing more and more destructive - going from plains and cities, to entire worlds, to stretches of space, and to entire universes thereafter.

And only two would remember. Jingyi, whose cultivation grew with each reincarnation, relished his position as Heaven’s champion within this story. He grew to love his position, whenever he “awoke” within his new body. His brother, Fang, had betrayed him - and so it was fitting punishment that not only was Fang doomed to always become the hungering, resentful beast… but that Jingyi would always take everything for himself.

And poor Yun, soul forever bound to her husband, the ‘hero’ of this story and world. Forced to watch from within her reincarnated body as the same events played out, as Fang was punished for the damage his actions had inflicted on the cycle.

It was such a day where Jingyi reincarnated, and smugly began to wait. His false, traitorous brother would come along - sooner or later, he always did. He lived among his family in that backwater farming village. He waited.

Soon, Yun’s reincarnation came along - protected by her guardian. But Fang was not there.

Jingyi rose to prominence as a hero. He took Yun’s hand in marriage once more, and became a powerful cultivator. But Fang still was not there.

Jingyi became king of his nation, conquering The Walled City and all others in sight. But Fang was not there to put a stop to his war.

Jingyi ascended as a god, grasping the raw starstuff of creation and moulding it to his pleasure. Millennia passed, and his empire spread across universes. And his queen, Gengxin Yun, always at his side.

But Fang did not rise in rebellion.

In time, Li Jingyi grew discontent - and cast his gaze across his vast empire, looking. Searching. Yet no matter how much he searched, he could not find Zemin Fang’s soul. Discontent grew to anger, and he began scouring the furthest reaches - sending his armies far beyond the borders of his great kingdom. Fury mounted, he asked himself… had Fang escaped his punishment, after all these years?

It was in his mad hunt for his fated foe that the second of his treasured ties was cut. Gengxin Yun - his bride and the love of all his lives - had finally gathered her courage. Using the power granted to her by their bond of the soul, she had taken the knife to her heart, and cut it out as she did at the start. The connection was severed, killing her and sending her soul flying into the cold, endless stretches of reality.

Jingyi knew heartbreak.

Jingyi knew rage.

He gathered his empire about his palace amidst the stars, and destroyed it all. Every font of power created, every soul under his rule, every great work of art sacrificed for one culminating moment of power. He would pursue Yun or Fang to the end of everything, and would not stop until he found them. Leaving shreds of his empire to pick the pieces and lay in wait, he cast off his physical shell. Cast himself into the vast nothingness, a vow on his lips - to hunt Yun and Fang to the end of existence.

Countless millennia passed. He floated across the boundaries between worlds, lost. The vast nothingness ate away at him, piece by piece. Slowly, his power dwindled. His memories fractured, and turned to dust. His sense of self faded, until finally his soul drifted into the womb of an unsuspecting family, on a well-maintained brick road in a well-defended, well-constructed city. Where the Fuhrer ruled both army and nation, and his one eye stayed ever vigilant for threads to his people.

He thought nothing of divine destinies or heavenly aspirations, as he delved into his home’s practice of alchemy. This man who bore Jingyi’s soul became an accomplished alchemist, and a born warrior - a high-ranking member of the city’s military. He thought nothing of rule or worship, simply ensuring his home’s peace and prosperity. Until the events of a plan long in waiting were put into action…

Until he saw the red hair of a rival, fighting against his Fuhrer and homeland. And that hate boiled up to the surface. The hate of an unyielding age, built upon hundreds of millions of years. That hate born from betrayal, from a jealous heart, and from knowing the source of a lover’s discontent. He saw this rival’s creations, their sworn companions, the lover they’d found.

He swore he would take them all, without knowing rhyme or reason.

And while Jingyi had been living in this world, Fang had been stolen away to another. An Earth, far and away from everything else. An Earth with nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing except a boy growing into a man, who felt lost, alone, and belonging nowhere. A boy who had a soul far larger and stronger than any other on that distant pebble.

A soul that, years later after his birth… Attracted me to that speck of dust.

It’s taken you many years, and many leaps across the multiverse. But here we are now.

Welcome home, Q.
Welcome home, Zemin Fang.