Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Wei Ying pressed Lan Wangji again, "Lan Zhan, if we hadn't come this time, how would you have dealt with this crisis?"

Lan Wangji remained silent, but Wei Ying and Xue Yang both understood that in this situation, there were only two options: either attempt to convert it, or completely exterminate it. If neither of these methods worked, then the last resort would be to seal and suppress it, forever imprisoning it.

Lan Wangji retorted, “However, some things cannot be saved. If we do not take measures to exterminate them… then countless lives will suffer, and many more innocent people will die.”

Xue Yang then retorted: "Brain is a good thing, I hope you have it."

Lan Wangji: ???

Wei Ying explained, "Ayang's point is that when there's no ready-made solution, we need to invent new ones. After all, as long as our thinking doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than problems!" As Wei Ying spoke these words, deep down, he was filled with contempt and disdain for the current generation of immortal sects. If it weren't for his uncle's warning that the time wasn't ripe, that the opportunity hadn't arrived yet, their Guiyuan Sect would have been eager to step forward and intervene in the world's conflicts.

As soon as there's fame and profit to be gained, the current immortal sects flock to it, greedily taking advantage of it. Once there's no profit to be made, they quickly retreat. They retreat so quickly! They no longer look like cultivators, but rather like hooligans.

"Wei Ying, how do you think we should deal with these vengeful spirits that cannot be saved?" There was a hint of confusion in Lan Wangji's tone, and he was obviously confused about how to deal with these difficult problems.

Wei Ying pondered for a moment, then took out a purification talisman and handed it to Lan Wangji, explaining, "Lan Zhan, this is a purification talisman. It can clear the resentment and hostility from the vengeful spirits. This is what we used to purify the four members of the Zhao family."

Lan Wangji took the purification talisman and carefully examined the runes, but he couldn't understand them no matter how hard he tried. This showed him that the person who drew the talisman had extraordinary attainments in the art of talismans, beyond the reach of ordinary talisman masters. He secretly admired it, but at the same time, he felt a hint of doubt and asked, "Wei Ying, who created this talisman?"

"I invented it, Lan Zhan. What do you think? I'm awesome, right?" Wei Ying's face was filled with a confident smile. He has always been quite proud of his talismans.

When Lan Wangji heard that Wei Ying had created this, he couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration. Talismans were a minor art in Xuanzheng, but what Wei Ying had produced was something he had never heard of or seen before. Wei Ying's attainments in talismans far surpassed those of ordinary people, even reaching a level unattainable.

Lan Wangji's admiration was beyond words, but he also knew that Wei Ying's talent was not achieved overnight, and that it must have been the result of unimaginable effort and sweat by ordinary people.

Xue Yang interjected, "Though coming up with new ideas is easier said than done. You people in the Immortal Sect have always only cared about your own interests. You don't even dare to think about it, let alone actually put your mind to it."

In the Xuanzheng world, aristocratic families display a profound impetuousness and arrogance. They care only about their own interests, never considering the feelings of others. These aristocratic families never take the initiative to explore unknown territories or invent new things. They only stick to the old ways, adhering to ancient rules and traditions, unwilling to make any changes. Worse still, they choose to use unfair means to seize the achievements of others rather than strive for their own success.

Wei Ying in his previous life is a prime example. With his wisdom and courage, he created powerful magical instruments like the Yin Tiger Talisman, the Yin Summoning Flag, and the Wind Evil Disk. However, these aristocratic families only envied and coveted his achievements, rather than learning from and emulating his innovative spirit.

Their vision is narrow, their minds are small, and they will never be able to understand what Taoism and immortality are.

Wei Ying smiled faintly and said to Lan Wangji, "Lan Zhan, although Ah Yang's words are sharp, they are not without reason. We should face the unknown with a more open mind, learn and absorb the strengths of others, rather than blindly clinging to our own opinions."

Lan Wangji replied softly, a glint of determination in his eyes. He completely agreed with Wei Ying's statement. After all, being able to remove the resentful spirit's deep-seated obsession would undoubtedly be a kind of spiritual compensation for those who died innocently. They shouldn't just vanish silently from the world, forgotten by the world.

Wei Ying, Xue Yang, and Lan Wangji were soaring through the air on their swords, bound for an unknown destination. However, within a cave, a man in red stood before a bottomless pool of blood. His wrists were covered in scars, and blood slowly dripped from these wounds, merging drop by drop into the pool. In the center of the pool, a mysterious plant stood, its presence seemingly incompatible with its surroundings, appearing particularly eerie.

If Wei Ying and Xue Yang were present, they would surely be utterly shocked, for that figure was so familiar—his uncle, Chaoyang. They had never seen Chaoyang in red before. Chaoyang had always appeared before them in plain, elegant attire, never in such a vibrant red. In red, Chaoyang looked like a burning flame, a stark contrast to his usual elegant demeanor.

As drops of bright red blood slowly dripped into the mysterious pool of blood, the fruit in the center, originally pale green, gradually transformed into pure white at a speed visible to the naked eye. Chaoyang stood by the pool, his eyes fixed on the changing fruit, as if witnessing a miracle. He carefully bandaged the wound on his arm. Although his movements were a little clumsy, his eyes were full of determination and anticipation. Chaoyang's lips moved slightly, and he whispered to himself, "There's only one last time left. With just one more nourishment from blood, this fruit will be fully mature." His voice was filled with a hint of fatigue, but more of a sense of joy and relief at having achieved his goal.

"Is it worth it?" A vague and low voice came from a dark corner, as if carrying a hint of helplessness and vicissitudes.

Chaoyang was lost in his thoughts when a strange, deep voice suddenly shattered the silence, startling him. His heartbeat quickened, and a sense of foreboding washed over him. He quickly composed himself, maintaining composure while maintaining a heightened sense of vigilance. He quickly cast a powerful barrier around him, ensuring the safety of himself and the blood pool. His hands traced intricate lines in the air, spiritual energy coursing through his fingertips. The barrier gradually took shape, emitting a faint glow, firmly protecting him and the blood pool.