Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

The Wen Clan's attack came so suddenly that Lan Xichen had no time to fully prepare. He could only hastily gather the precious books from the library and flee in a panic. He made almost no preparations during his escape, and although he occasionally stopped to buy food, he always ate with anxiety. He also exhausted his elixirs along the way, and he couldn't help but worry about the situation at home.

Fortunately, Wangji wasn't home, or he would have been hunted down like him. However, unbeknownst to Lan Xichen, when the Wen Clan infiltrated the Lan Clan, Lan Wangji happened to be on his way home, and the two missed each other. While defending the Lan Clan, Lan Wangji was injured by Wen Xu and ultimately led his disciples to Mount Qishan for training.

Just as Lan Xichen was lost in worry about his family, the sound of footsteps at the alley entrance interrupted his thoughts. He immediately tensed up, vigilantly gripping the hilt of the New Moon Sword and pulling it out about an inch, as if ready for the impending battle.

"Did you actually see that person running this way?"

"That's right, he's wearing white clothes and a headband. He can't be anyone other than the Lan family. Even if it's not Lan Xichen himself, he must be an inner disciple of the Lan family. If we can catch him, it will be a great achievement!"

"Indeed, we need to act quickly. Two of you, go around to the back of the alley and block him. Don't let him get away!"

Lan Xichen heard approaching footsteps and realized they were about to find this place. His heartbeat quickened, and his despair deepened. Was he going to die here today? With so little spiritual energy left in his body, he simply couldn't contend with so many people. It seemed he would never be able to fulfill his father's expectations.

Father, Wangji... The faces of his relatives appeared in his mind, and a trace of sadness flashed across Lan Xichen's eyes, as if he was ready to die.

At that moment, a large hand swiftly reached out from the darkness behind him, tightly covering Lan Xichen's mouth and dragging him backward. Lan Xichen felt a force pulling him deeper into the shadows. He tried to struggle, but the hand's strength was so immense that he couldn't break free. Lan Xichen's heartbeat quickened, and he could feel his breathing becoming rapid. Lan Xichen was about to draw his sword to defend himself, but the person behind him restrained him tightly and whispered in his ear, "Don't move. It's me."

Lan Xichen caught a whiff of the familiar herbal aroma and stopped struggling. He turned his head and saw a familiar mask. His lips trembled slightly as he whispered, "Is it Senior Xuanyuan?"

Chaoyang nodded gently, and Lan Xichen felt an inexplicable sense of peace, as if all his worries and stress had melted away. Just as Lan Xichen relaxed, his legs suddenly went weak, as if he had lost all his strength, and he collapsed helplessly into Chaoyang's arms.

Chaoyang looked at Lan Xichen, who had fainted in his arms, completely stunned, his heart filled with confusion and bewilderment: "Why did you faint?"

Just then, Chaoyang heard footsteps approaching in the distance, as if someone was heading their way. Chaoyang reacted quickly, bracing Lan Xichen to prevent him from falling while quickly sheathing the New Moon Sword. He took a deep breath, lifted Lan Xichen up with all his might, and then vanished from the scene, seemingly never having been there. Chaoyang acted swiftly and decisively, not wanting anyone to discover them, nor to put Lan Xichen in any danger.

In the bamboo forest outside the city, Xiao Jixue's eyes sparkled with curiosity and concern. He stared intently ahead, only to see a figure slowly approaching him. The figure was clutching an unconscious person in his arms, and his steps seemed heavy and labored, clearly struggling to hold on.

Seeing this, Xiao Jixue couldn't help but frown slightly. He quickly stepped forward and went to meet him. There was a hint of teasing in his tone: "Oh, this is the person you rushed to save! He looks pretty good, no wonder you were so anxious."

Hearing this, Chaoyang rolled his eyes and snorted coldly, "Don't just stand there and watch. Come and help him. He's seriously injured."

When Xiao Jixue heard Chaoyang's words, he immediately put away his joking expression and became serious and serious. He nodded and said in a firm tone, "Let's go and take him back to heal his wounds first."

Chaoyang glanced at Lan Xichen in his arms, grumbling inwardly, "Why is this guy so tall? Even holding him is so difficult!" Despite a sense of dissatisfaction and frustration, he quickly adjusted his mindset and followed Xiao Jixue's steps towards the bamboo hut behind. The most urgent task at hand was to provide Lan Xichen with medical treatment as quickly as possible; everything else could be put aside for the time being.

Time was running out, so Chao Yang hurriedly leaned over to check on the unconscious Lan Xichen in his arms, sighing silently. "This fellow was still wearing his family robes and headband when he fled, practically announcing his location to his pursuers." Chao Yang pondered, "Master Lan has been teaching him for so long, how could he still be so foolish? He didn't even know to dress casually when escaping."

Chaoyang's thoughts were interrupted by Xiao Jixue's voice: "Are you sure he can make it to the bamboo house?" Chaoyang didn't answer, but just quickened his pace. They passed through the bamboo forest and finally reached the bamboo house.

Chaoyang carefully laid Lan Xichen on his side on the bamboo bed and began to examine his injuries. Xiao Jixue stood by, gazing at the unconscious Lan Xichen with a complicated gaze, seemingly lost in thought.

Chaoyang's technique was skillful and swift. He cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it, his movements flowing smoothly, clearly not his first time dealing with such a situation. After bandaging, Chaoyang stuffed a blood-restoring pill into Lan Xichen's mouth. After a while, Lan Xichen's breathing gradually stabilized, and his complexion regained some color.

Chaoyang finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Xiao Jixue and said, "You just stood there watching and didn't even bother to help."

Xiao Jixue: "You haven't handled this well."