Three Sentence Ficathon

Nie Mingjue was nothing if not direct. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you and all your Wen relatives now."

The small, pretty and very very fierce woman stared back at him, undaunted by the sabre at her throat. "Because, Sect Leader, as a doctor I can save your life, your sanity, and your disciples."

"Hah!" No one could, Nie Mingjue had known that for years.

"And your brother. For my brother and family, I can do this," Wen Qing snapped. "Or do you want Nie Huaisang to fall to your family curse too?"

Nie Mingjue froze, and glared at her. "Huaisang -"

"It will take longer, but the resentful energy will take him too."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes. My uncle knew it, I know it, and you know it."

He still hated Wens and he had killed or seen killed all those he had come across until now. But anathema, even a Nie's, would not win over love. He slowly, reluctantly, sheathed Baxia and glowered in defeat.

"Very well. I'll let you all live. For now."

For Huaisang.