Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Lan Xichen was filled with reluctance to see Chaoyang leave, but he also knew his responsibilities. He then turned and headed straight for the cold room.

As Lan Xichen arrived at the cold room's door, he saw Lan Qiren slowly opening it. The moment he laid eyes on Lan Xichen, his gaze filled with excitement and concern. Lan Qiren hurried over, tears glistening in his eyes, and called out in a trembling voice, "Xichen..."

Lan Xichen felt a surge of joy upon seeing this. He quickly stepped forward, firmly grasped Lan Qiren's arm, and softly replied, "Uncle!"

Lan Qiren looked Lan Xichen up and down, examining him carefully until he was sure that besides his pale face, there were no other obvious injuries. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and said with a trembling voice, "Okay, I'm glad you're okay. I'm glad you're okay."

Lan Xichen sensed Lan Qiren's concern and smiled, reassuringly, "Uncle, don't worry, I'm fine." He then asked, "Uncle, where's Father?"

Lan Qiren's brow furrowed. He slowly shook his head, his tone heavy, "Your father... Well, come with your uncle." Lan Xichen's smile faded, replaced by a hint of worry. "Uncle, what happened to father?"

Lan Qiren led Lan Xichen slowly into the inner chamber, passing through the heavy curtains. The air was filled with a faint herbal aroma, bringing a sense of tranquility. Qing Hengjun lay rigidly on the bed within, his body incredibly thin, as if all life force had been drained from him. His face was gaunt, his skin a sickly pale hue, evoking pity. If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his chest, one would almost doubt whether he was still alive.

"Father!" Lan Xichen saw how haggard Qing Hengjun looked, his heart filled with pain and helplessness. He couldn't help but kneel down and banged his head heavily on the ground. He tightly grasped Qing Hengjun's hand and anxiously asked Lan Qiren, "Uncle, don't we have the Resurrection Pill? Why did Father become like this?"

Lan Qiren didn't know how to respond for a moment. He was silent for a moment, then finally spoke, "It's the inner demon. Your father won't come out of it. No matter what you do, he won't wake up."

Upon hearing this, Lan Xichen couldn't help but feel a wave of panic, as if a heavy stone had suddenly struck him. His eyes were filled with disbelief and shock, and he kept repeating, "How could this be? How could this be?" His voice trembled slightly, revealing his inner uneasiness and confusion.

Lan Xichen knew that inner demons were a cultivator's greatest enemy. Once entangled by them, their progress could stagnate at best, or even lead to obsession, with disastrous consequences. He knew his father's cultivation and character well; if even he couldn't shake it, one could only imagine the power of his inner demons.

Lan Xichen felt a surge of weakness, collapsing on the cold ground. He looked up, his gaze filled with confusion and anticipation as he gazed at Lan Qiren, who stood before him. His voice trembled slightly as he asked with a hint of despair, "Uncle, is there really no other way? Are we left to watch helplessly as father is trapped by his inner demons?"

Lan Qiren looked at his nephew, his heart heavy. He sighed deeply and shook his head slowly, a hint of helplessness and fatigue in his tone: "Xichen, your father's inner demon is your mother. We all know this. Your uncle has tried every possible method, whether it's medicine or magic, but nothing can help. Unless you can figure it out yourself and truly let go from the depths of your heart, there's really nothing else we can do."

Lan Xichen felt a growing weight on his heart as he listened to his uncle's words. He knew his uncle had done his best, but his father's resentment ran so deep. "Am I just going to watch my father die like this?"

Lan Xichen felt a surge of resentment. He clenched his fists, his nails practically digging into his palms. He refused to accept this fate. His father had finally emerged from confinement, and he and Wangji had finally had a father. He would not allow his father to be tormented by his inner demons until the end of his life.

He took a deep breath, calming himself, then slowly stood up, looking at Lan Qiren with a determined gaze. "Uncle, Xichen, please take care of father first. I'll be back soon." Without waiting for Lan Qiren's reaction, and disregarding any family rules, he ran out. He was going to find Senior Xuanyuan, who would definitely find a way to save his father.

Lan Xichen released his own Psylocke to communicate, and followed behind Psylocke. He ran through the mountains and forests, with Psylocke's light guiding the direction ahead.

At this time, after leaving the Lan family, Chaoyang did not rush to leave Gusu City, but instead strolled leisurely on the streets. Walking on these streets, Chaoyang clearly felt that the number of people on the streets had decreased significantly.

Perhaps it was because of the previous attack by the Wen family on the Lan family that these people were frightened, so they chose to stay at home and did not dare to go out easily.

The once bustling streets became deserted, with only a few people hurriedly passing by, creating a sense of desolation. Chaoyang observed his surroundings as he walked, and couldn't help but sigh at the profound impact of the war, which had profoundly affected even the lives of ordinary people.

As Chaoyang continued walking, he noticed that some shops, though open, were quiet, their owners' faces etched with worry. He passed a teahouse, usually packed, but now only a few customers filled it. Chaoyang entered, ordered a pot of tea, and sat quietly, listening to the conversations around him.

"How can we ever expect these days to end? The Wen family is just like that." A middle-aged man sighed.

"Yes, if anything happens to the Lan family, life will be even more difficult for us common people." The people next to him echoed.

As Chaoyang listened to these words, his heart grew heavier. However, he knew that the "Sun Shooting Campaign" was an indispensable part of the war, and he couldn't escape or dodge it. Chaoyang could only try to be kind to the people during the war.

"Senior Xuanyuan, Senior Xuanyuan!" An urgent and hurried voice echoed in Chaoyang's ears. He turned his head and cast his gaze in the direction of the voice. He saw a blue butterfly fluttering towards him, its wings gleaming strangely in the sunlight. And behind it, a familiar figure followed closely: Lan Xichen, who had just left him.

There was a hint of anxiety on Lan Xichen's face. It was obvious that he was hurriedly chasing the blue butterfly just to find Chaoyang.

Chaoyang's heart moved, "Why is Lan Xichen here? Shouldn't he be helping to organize the Lan family?"

Chaoyang didn't have time to think about it, so he went forward and asked, "What happened?"

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