[ Honestly, it doesn't make much sense to Wei Wuxian. The desire people have to copy him, to take his work and do more with it. It's all just... stuff to him, not work of renown or something worthy of worship. All his copycats are just that, copycats. He's proud of his skill, knows he's better than Xue Chonghai and Wen Ruohan or any of the other demonic cultivators out there.

But he's also not looking to take on disciples, to teach people what he's learned and to spread his work. His cultivation was an act of necessity, not a desire for power. He'd much rather be known for his more helpful inventions, like the Compass of Ill Winds, perhaps. Something like that.

So, when Xue Yang immediately asks him about the Yin Tiger Tally, Wei Wuxian makes a face. No, don't like that. ]

Sorry, kid, that's a secret I'm taking to my grave.

[ Hm. Wait. ]

— Which doesn't mean you're allowed to kill me for it. My ghost isn't giving up the details either.