Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Lan Wangji's life was quite comfortable, while Jin Zixuan and Jiang Wanyin's seemed to be a bit difficult. Facing the same scolding, Lan Wangji seemed to stay out of it, as if it had nothing to do with him. This made Jiang Wanyin and Jin Zixuan feel very unfair. They were filled with confusion. Why could Lan Wangji, who was also from an aristocratic family, be so calm and unhurried, as if there was a huge gap between them?

Jiang Wanyin steadfastly refused to admit that Lan Wangji was superior to him, stubbornly believing that Lan Wangji must have used some mysterious talisman to silence Wen Chao's insults. To verify his theory, Jiang Wanyin even spent days carefully observing Lan Wangji's every move. However, he found nothing unusual, noting instead that Lan Wangji's complexion and movements were improving day by day.

Jiang Wanyin's observation of Lan Wangji was so obvious and so intense that he didn't even hear Wen Chao calling him. When Jiang Wanyin finally realized Wen Chao was calling him, he was furious, his eyes red. Jiang Wanyin thought something was amiss, but it was too late. Wen Chao, believing Jiang Wanyin showed no respect for him or the Wen family, decided to punish him severely. He ordered Jiang Wanyin to collect manure from the vegetable garden, and he was required to complete the collection before he could eat.

As a result, Jiang Wanyin's life became more difficult, while Lan Wangji's side remained calm.

Jiang Wanyin had never experienced such torture before. The stench of feces made him gag daily, and even when offered food, he found it difficult to swallow. The food ultimately went to other Jiang disciples. Because he hadn't yet reached the stage of fasting, within just a few days, Jiang Wanyin was so famished that his limbs were weak and he needed assistance even to walk.

Meanwhile, Wei Ying's disciples, sent out to search for Lan Xichen, were unable to find any trace of him. However, Wei Ying, worried about the harm Lan Wangji might have encountered in Qishan, did not intend to leave, so he sent more disciples to search for him.

However, Wei Ying was unaware that the Lan Xichen he was looking for had been rescued by Chao Yang and Xiao Jixue.

That day, Chaoyang and Xiao Jixue found a random restaurant and continued drinking. The restaurant was bustling with people, and the air was filled with the aroma of various delicious foods. The two found a seat by the window and ordered a few pots of fine wine and a few plates of exquisite side dishes.

As they toasted, enjoying a drink and a lively conversation, Chaoyang glanced out the window. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure—Lan Xichen. He hurriedly ran down an alley, his figure blurry in the sunlight.

Chaoyang was startled and quickly put down his wine glass and hurried downstairs to chase after him, because he saw that there were people from the Wen family chasing Lan Xichen.

"Oh! Where are you going? Didn't we agree to get drunk?" Xiao Jixue looked at Chaoyang who was drinking happily just now, wondering why he left suddenly.

Chaoyang didn't answer, only quickening his pace. "Didn't they say Sect Master Lan wasn't seriously injured? Why is Lan Xichen still running away?! This Lan clan is useless; they can't even protect their own young sect master."

Xiao Jixue witnessed this scene and immediately followed. He knew Chaoyang's temper very well, and if he was so anxious, something important must have happened.

Here, Lan Xichen carefully avoided the crowd and turned into a quiet alley. There was a door on each side of the alley. The left door was tightly closed, a rusty lock hanging on it, while the right door was ajar. Inside, there was silence and no movement. Lan Xichen looked around cautiously, confirming that no one was nearby before cautiously entering the hidden corner. He hid in the shadows, holding his breath, and listened carefully for a moment. After confirming that there were no suspicious sounds around, he relaxed his tense nerves a little.

However, his body seemed to be weakening, and the New Moon Sword in his hand became his only support. He used the sword to lean on the ground, barely supporting himself, but his vision kept going black.

Lan Xichen swallowed, trying to relieve the dryness in his throat. After a long period of escape and without drinking water, his throat was so dry that it was almost cracked. Even his usually rosy lips had cracked into several bloody cuts, which looked particularly shocking.

Zewu Jun, always known for his elegant demeanor and moon-like grace, now appeared utterly disheveled. His once neatly tidied hair was now a tangle, his headband tilted to the side, a loss of its former neatness. His pristine white robe, a symbol of the Lan family's glory, was now covered in dust, devoid of its former luster. During the fierce struggle, the robe had been ripped several times, stained with blood, a particularly shocking sight.

The two deep wounds on his back, deep enough to reveal the bone, and the wound on his left hand were particularly serious. Blood continued to flow, soaking his back. The blood had now hardened and dried, clinging to his clothes, forming a dark red stain. The wound on his left hand also continued to bleed, as if it would never stop.

At this moment, Lan Xichen's face was as pale as paper, obviously due to excessive blood loss, but he still gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain.