Sects in Where Winds Meet – who you stand with.

Blades drawn for conscience, not crowns.

Tianquan refuses to be the blade of kings or merchants. Their creed is simple: if the law fails the people, then the knife must speak. They rob the corrupt, shield the powerless, and judge themselves more harshly than any court. Playing under Tianquan suits you if you want a moral compass that points toward “no regrets” rather than clean reputations—expect hard decisions, dangerous favors, and fights you pick because someone has to.

Physicians who weigh hearts as much as wounds.

Qingxi believes medicine is more than herbs and needles; it is a way of reading hearts in a world that rarely acts in good faith. They charge a price for every life they save, not out of greed, but to remind both sides that healing has consequences. If you gravitate toward Qingxi, expect stories about triage, impossible choices, and holding your ground when patients—and rulers—try to turn you into a tool.

Walkers of midnight, shouldering other people’s hell.

Sangeng disciples step willingly into the dirtiest corners of the world. They believe that in an age of corruption, quiet knives and grim resolve are sometimes the only mercy left. They carry karma like chains, trading their own peace of mind for a chance to spare others from endless suffering. This sect fits players who enjoy stealth, targeted eliminations, and grappling with the idea of necessary evil.

The marketplace remembers what palaces forget.

Jiuliu keeps its roots in alleyways, gambling dens, and night markets. To them, the streets are a truer mirror of the empire than any jade court. They welcome runaways, tricksters, and anyone who has learned to survive between rules rather than under them. If you like side jobs, gray morality, and alliances that feel more like bargains than oaths, Jiuliu offers a home that matches your pace.

A frontier shield that never put itself down.

Kuanglan was born from the army and never fully belonged either to court or Jianghu. For generations they have held the far borders, out of sight and often out of mind, guided less by orders than by an old promise to keep ordinary people safe. Joining Kuanglan feels like choosing duty over glory: you anchor battle lines, endure harsh campaigns, and measure your worth in lives protected, not titles earned.

Actors whose smiles cut deeper than steel.

Liyuan claims to wield no swords, but their performances can topple reputations more cleanly than any assassination. Their weapons are silk, makeup, gossip, and perfectly timed gestures. Onstage they play the fool, offstage they see every mask others wear. This sect is ideal if you enjoy deception, crowd scenes, and fights where a feint, a song, or a costume change matters as much as a killing blow.

Swordsmen who argue with fate itself.

Lonely Cloud believes there is a pattern behind every clash—if you can read it, you can cut straight through destiny. Their blade work is less about flourish and more about perfect timing: one step, one draw, one irreversible decision. Choosing this sect suits players who like one-on-one duels, tight spacing, and the fantasy of answering the world’s unfairness with a single impeccable cut.

Perfume, poison, and parties that outlast plots.

On the surface, Drunken Flowers is all petals and laughter—matchmaking, banquets, half-spoken secrets. Underneath, every dance step and wine cup can be a move in a long con. They thrive in entanglements: love, debt, blackmail, and genuine affection all mixing together. If you enjoy roleplay, intrigue, and builds that blur the line between charm and threat, this sect is your stage.

Blades on the desk, scrolls on the rack.

Wenjin Pavilion is neither fully court official nor wandering hero. They collect stories, laws, and battle reports, then quietly decide how to shape the next chapter. A single line in their records can change a city’s fate as surely as a duel outside its walls. This sect suits players who like puzzles, investigation quests, and the fantasy of winning fights with information as much as steel.

Masters of poisons that begin in the mind.

Heartless Valley understands that the deadliest toxins are not brewed in cauldrons but whispered into hearts. They live among forgotten tombs and abandoned gorges, feared as much for their isolation as for their craft. Their art can save or shatter, depending on what the patient truly wants. Pick this sect if you like damage-over-time, control, and stories that question whether you are curing the world or merely accelerating its decay.

Engineers of hidden paths and skyward dreams.

Moshan Dao carves sanctuaries into sheer cliffs and hides mechanisms in what looks like simple stone. They chase a future where bridges, gliders, and flying machines can change how people live as profoundly as any martial art. Joining them fits players who love platforms, contraptions, and light puzzles, and who enjoy turning terrain itself into a weapon or an escape route.