Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

On this quiet night, Chaoyang gently took seven-year-old Wei Ying to a rocking chair in the courtyard. Together, they gazed up at the star-filled sky. A gentle breeze brought a hint of coolness, as if narrating the depth and tranquility of the night. Chaoyang gently embraced Wei Ying and whispered, "Aying, do you want to go find your father and mother?"

Wei Ying was silent for a moment, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes. He looked up at the rising sun, his eyes filled with a hint of anticipation and uneasiness.

"Uncle, I...I don't know." Wei Ying's voice trembled. "I'm scared!!!!!"

Chaoyang gently patted Wei Ying's shoulder, his eyes filled with tenderness and understanding. "Aying, you understand, right?"

Wei Ying nodded, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. He snuggled in Chaoyang's arms, feeling the warmth and security.

"Uncle, I want to go. Can you take me with you?" Wei Ying asked cautiously.

Chaoyang smiled and patted Wei Ying's head, "Aying, as long as it is your wish, your uncle will support you."

A hint of determination flashed in Wei Ying's eyes, "Thank you, uncle."

Tomorrow, your uncle will accompany you to find your father and mother.

The morning sun shone through the mist, scattering across the mountains and forests, blanketing the earth in a golden veil. Wei Ying rose early, his heart filled with anticipation and nervousness. He stood in front of the cabin, gazing at the rising sun, his eyes gleaming with determination.

"Uncle, when are we leaving?" Wei Ying asked, with a hint of impatience in his voice.

Chaoyang smiled and patted Wei Ying's shoulder, "Don't worry, Ying, let's have some breakfast first, and then we'll set off."

After a quick breakfast, Chaoyang packed his bags and set off with Wei Ying on his journey to find his family. The rising sun shone on Chaoyang's bamboo-moon-colored shirt, delicately embroidered with bamboo patterns, making him look particularly fresh and refined. Wei Ying, meanwhile, wore a narrow-sleeved, star-colored robe, also delicately embroidered with bamboo patterns. He looked sharp and dashing, audacious and dashing.

They walked along the mountain path, through the dense woods, towards the village in the distance.

Along the way, Chaoyang and Wei Ying bathed in the morning light, birds singing happily on the branches, as if blessing them for their journey. Wei Ying's mood gradually relaxed, and he began to curiously ask Chaoyang about his father and mother.

But how could Chaoyang know his parents' story? Chaoyang's heart sank. He understood Wei Ying's longing and yearning for his parents, but he couldn't provide a definitive answer. He could only try his best to comfort Wei Ying and let him know that no matter what the outcome, he would be by his side.

"Aying, I don't know much about your parents," Chaoyang said softly, "but I will do my best to help you find them, or at least find some clues."

A flicker of disappointment flashed across Wei Ying's eyes, but he quickly pulled himself together and nodded firmly. "Uncle, thank you. No matter what the outcome, I will be grateful to you."

The two continued to move forward, passing through green fields and crossing clear streams, flying towards Yiling.

At the gate of Yiling City.

Wei Ying stood there, staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar city gate in front of him. A complex and unfamiliar emotion flickered in his eyes, as if he was recalling something. Nearly two years had passed, and the memories of Yiling City had become blurred in his mind. However, one thing was deeply engraved in his heart, and that was the wild dogs roaming around Yiling City. Whenever he took great pains to find some food, those wild dogs would always suddenly appear and snatch his food without hesitation. What's worse, they would bite him mercilessly, making him struggle in pain. Although Wei Ying is no longer afraid of those wild dogs now, the painful experiences of being bitten are deeply imprinted in his memory and cannot be erased. He will never forget that unforgettable feeling.

The morning sun's rays shone on Wei Ying's face, illuminating the strange, distant look in his eyes. The sun knew that Wei Ying's memories of Yiling City had become hazy, as if those past years had vanished with the wind. He pondered to himself that perhaps this forgetfulness was a kind of relief for him. After all, those days of wandering in Yiling had been filled with hardship and suffering. Perhaps forgetting those painful memories was a blessing for Wei Ying.

"Let's go into the city first," Chaoyang said softly, breaking the silence. There was a hint of determination in his voice, as if telling Wei Ying that no matter what happened in the past, they now had a new beginning and new hope.

Chaoyang led Wei Ying back to the familiar inn. However, the innkeeper and waiter seemed to have forgotten him. After all, it had been so long, so it was normal for them not to remember him.

When they stepped into the store, the shopkeeper immediately came forward with a smile on his face and asked enthusiastically, "My two guests, would you like to have a meal or stay overnight?"

Chaoyang nodded and said, "We are just passing through here. We have something to take care of and need a good room."

The shopkeeper smiled and said enthusiastically, "Please go upstairs." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture, indicating that the two guests should go upstairs.

The layout of the room still maintains the same appearance as it did back then, without any changes. It seems as if time has stopped here, everything seems so familiar and kind. After the shopkeeper left,

Chaoyang and Wei Ying sat by the window, resting while savoring the delicious fruit they had taken from their space bags. They peered through the window at the passersby walking along the street outside, taking in the bustling world, as if a vivid painting were slowly unfolding before their eyes.

No matter how he looked at it, he never got tired of this picture of the mundane world.

Wei Ying ate the peach in his hand, "Uncle, I'm hungry."

Hearing this, Chaoyang's lips curved into a gentle arc. He patted the back of Wei Ying's hand and said with a smile, "Okay, then how about we go try some of the special snacks in Yiling City?"

When Wei Ying heard this, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, I haven't eaten anything outside for a long time.

Wei Ying stood up impatiently, his eyes gleaming with childlike innocence and anticipation. He tugged at Chaoyang's sleeve and urged, "Uncle, let's go! My appetite can't wait any longer!"

Chaoyang smiled and stood up. The two of them walked out of the inn side by side, stepping into the bustling streets of Yiling. The streets were lined with stalls of all kinds, selling steaming buns, sweet candied haws, and all sorts of handmade trinkets. The place was bustling with activity. The air was filled with the alluring aroma of food, making Wei Ying sniff repeatedly, almost unable to take in the sight.

"Uncle, that looks delicious!" Wei Ying pointed to a steaming basket not far away, where plump white buns glowed with an alluring luster. "Shall we go buy a few to try?"

Chaoyang smiled and nodded, then took Wei Ying's hand and walked towards the steamer. The stall owner was a kind and friendly woman. Seeing the two of them approaching, she greeted them warmly, "Two guests, please give me some buns. They're fresh out of the oven, with thin skin and generous fillings. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Chaoyang bought a few buns and handed one to Wei Ying. Wei Ying took the bun and took a bite eagerly. The delicious broth instantly burst in his mouth. He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and praised repeatedly, "It's so delicious, uncle, you should try it too!"

Chaoyang smiled and shook his head. He knew he didn't need these earthly foods to fill his stomach, but seeing Wei Ying eating so happily, his heart was filled with happiness and satisfaction. He sat quietly by the side, watching Wei Ying devour the buns with big mouthfuls, his eyes full of doting.

Suddenly, Chaoyang cast his gaze forward. There, he saw two people in purple clothes. They were talking in low voices, glancing around from time to time, as if searching for something. Their attire and demeanor were particularly striking in this bustling city, as if they stood out from the surrounding clamor.

Chaoyang frowned slightly. He never thought that the Jiang family had not given up looking for Wei Ying?

At the same time, Wei Ying noticed his uncle's frown, so he followed his gaze. When he saw the two men in purple, he froze. A sense of doubt and nervousness welled up in his heart, and he asked softly, "Uncle, are they looking for me?"

Wei Ying had always been very good at hearing things, and from a distance he could hear the two men talking about someone named 'Wei Ying'. His name was the same as that person's, so were they really looking for him?

Wei Ying's voice was filled with uncertainty and nervousness, and he unconsciously stopped eating the buns in his hand. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, a mixture of confusion and worry. He didn't know why the two purple-clad men were looking for him, nor did he know what secrets were hidden behind this.

Chaoyang quickly regained his composure, gently patted Wei Ying's shoulder, and whispered to him, "That's someone from the Yunmeng Jiang clan. I'll tell you about the Jiang family's affairs after I find your parents. You don't have to worry about it now." But the moment he turned his head, a hint of imperceptible disgust flashed in his eyes.

His attitude towards the Yunmeng Jiang Clan was extremely negative, devoid of any affection. He viewed the head of the family as a smooth-talker, appearing to be a good person on the surface, yet ultimately utterly hypocritical. His reputation was his own, while others' was his. He seemed to constantly enjoy stirring up complex interpersonal relationships, further muddling things.

One only knows how to cry and make soup, as if this is all there is in their life, and they turn a blind eye to other more important things.

It's just that her aptitude is a little poor, but it's not that she can't practice. Could it be that a noble family would lack the resources of a legitimate daughter?

Another one was full of resentment and jealousy, always feeling dissatisfied with the good achievements of others. But with parents like that, it's no wonder he became like this.

The most unbearable thing was the man who lashed out with a whip and vented his anger, always blaming others for their mistakes and never reflecting on whether there were any problems of his own. In short, in his eyes, these people in the Yunmeng Jiang Clan each had their own problems, and none of them could make him feel the slightest bit of favor.

The Jiang family seemed particularly different among the aristocratic families, as if they had accidentally entered an inappropriate channel, just like a scene in a Qiong Yao drama he had watched.

And with all the rumors going around in the Yunmeng area, he couldn't understand why every time the Jiang family argued, they would involve Wei Ying's parents. It was absolutely ridiculous!

Chaoyang's thoughts raced, his gaze sternly sweeping over the two purple-clad figures before turning to Wei Ying, his eyes warm again. "Wei Ying, don't be afraid. With me here, no one can hurt you. Let's avoid them first. Once this is settled, I'll clear up all your doubts."

When Wei Ying heard his uncle say this, he stopped caring and asked, "Uncle, when are we going to look for our parents?"

Chaoyang said, "Today, your uncle will take you for a stroll in Yiling. Rest late and leave tomorrow."

Wei Ying nodded, lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

The two continued strolling through the streets of Yiling, Chaoyang carefully guiding Wei Ying's attention to distract him from his unpleasant thoughts. They came to a small stall selling sugar paintings. The stall owner was an experienced artist, who was using melted sugar syrup to create various vivid designs on an iron plate.

"Wei Ying, look how interesting this is," Chao Yang said, pointing to a lifelike little rabbit sugar painting. Wei Ying looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He took Chao Yang's hand and walked forward quickly.

"Wow, it's so beautiful! Uncle, I want that little rabbit." Wei Ying pointed at the sugar painting, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

Chaoyang smiled and nodded, took out a few copper coins from his purse and handed them to the old artist.

The old artist took the copper coin, beaming, his technique becoming even more skillful. The syrup seemed to come alive in his hands, smoothly outlining the outline of the bunny, so detailed that every whisker was clearly visible. Soon, a crystal-clear, lifelike bunny sugar painting appeared before Wei Ying.

"Here, little guy, hold it well and don't let it melt." The old artist handed the sugar painting to Wei Ying with a smile, his eyes full of love.

Wei Ying carefully accepted the sugar painting, fearing he might accidentally damage this exquisite work of art. He took a gentle lick, and the sweetness instantly blossomed on his tongue, causing him to squint his eyes in delight. "So sweet, uncle, try some too!" He said as he passed the sugar painting to Chaoyang's lips. His innocent expression warmed Chaoyang's heart.

Chaoyang smiled and shook his head, politely declining Wei Ying's offer. "Uncle won't eat it anymore, as long as you like it." He said as he bought two strings of candied haws from a nearby vendor, handing one to Wei Ying and keeping the other for himself. "Here, try this candied haws."

Wei Ying took the candied haws and took a bite eagerly. The sweet and sour taste made him nod repeatedly. "Mm, this is delicious too! Thank you, uncle."

The two continued their leisurely stroll. Sunlight filtered through sparse clouds, shimmering on the bluestone pavement, adding a touch of warmth to the ancient city of Yiling. The cries of street vendors echoed incessantly, offering a dazzling array of goods. Along the way, they passed a stall filled with handmade toys: colorful windmills, jingling rattles, and grasshoppers and dragonflies woven from bamboo strips. Each piece exuded the craftsman's ingenuity and childlike charm. Wei Ying's eyes suddenly lit up. He paused, his gaze wandering among the dazzling array of toys, finally settling on a lifelike wooden boat, seemingly braving the wind and waves, sailing towards an unknown distance.