Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Lan Qiren's eyes were blank, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible, I clearly protected them very well." His voice was full of confusion and helplessness, as if he could not accept this cruel reality.

Chaoyang snorted contemptuously and said sarcastically, "You are so naive that you actually think you are protecting them well. Haven't you been paying attention to Lan Wang..."

“Senior!” Lan Wangji suddenly interrupted Chaoyang loudly. His face looked very ugly, and he almost pleaded: “Stop it, stop it.”

Lan Xichen glared at Lan Wangji fiercely, silencing him. He urged, "Senior, don't listen to him. Please continue." He had a vague suspicion that something was amiss.

Chaoyang smiled maliciously and said, "Your mentor is dead, and his family can't kill the murderer. Do you think they'll be willing to accept this?" Chaoyang's eyes swept over the four members of the Lan family one by one. "Qing Hengjun is the Sect Master and cannot be touched. Fellow Daoist Lan holds great power and cannot be touched. Lan Xichen, as the Young Sect Master, is under the protection of Fellow Daoist Lan. So, who will they vent their anger on?"

Qing Hengjun, Lan Qiren, and Lan Xichen all fixed their gazes on Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji lowered his eyes, his face expressionless, his pale lips alone betraying his current state of mind. The scars of time, once uncovered, still bleed and ache.

Wei Ying's heart was filled with worry, and he called softly, "Lan Zhan..." There was a hint of trembling in his voice.

Lan Xichen slowly rose from his seat, his body seemingly drained of strength, his legs limp and unable to stand. He tripped over the corner of the table and nearly fell to the ground. Using almost all his strength, he stumbled over to Lan Wangji's side, clutching his arm tightly and demanding, "Wangji? Wangji? Wangji!"

Lan Wangji slowly opened his heavy eyelids, looked at Wei Ying painfully, his voice full of helplessness: "Brother..." At this moment, no more words were needed between them.

Lan Xichen burst into tears. He hugged Lan Wangji tightly, leaned on him, and cried bitterly: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't even notice, I didn't notice! Wangji, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He always thought that he had protected Lan Wangji very well, but he didn't expect that he still got hurt.

Qing Hengjun and Lan Qiren also rushed over. They wanted to comfort her, but they didn't dare to touch her easily. They could only cry silently beside her.

They were filled with self-blame. What had they done to make Lan Wangji become like this?

Chaoyang looked at them and continued to stab them mercilessly, "I've never believed that children are lonely from a young age, unless they are born with knowledge. Children, when they know nothing and can do nothing, are the most noisy. They are curious about this? What is that? How did it come about? It's like they have a hundred thousand questions hidden in their hearts. Even if they were born in a family like yours, the Lan family should be like this. So what exactly makes a once lively child become lonely, silent, or even speechless? They don't even need to do anything. They just need to instruct their own children to isolate, ignore, and exclude them. Adding verbal suppression and a little bit of specious gossip can perfectly hurt a child. After all, children's gossip is the most hurtful."

"It won't cause obvious physical harm, but the damage to a child's self-esteem and confidence is profound. If a child lives in such an environment for a long time and no one pays attention or has any connections, they will gradually fall into despair and helplessness, and develop severe interpersonal fear and loneliness."

Qing Hengjun and Lan Qiren finally couldn't hold on any longer. Their bodies lost strength in extreme pain and guilt, and they both fell to their knees.

Qing Hengjun covered his face tightly with his hands, painful sobs leaking from between his fingers. Tears fell like pearls from a broken string, and he cried out in grief, "How could it become like this!"

Lan Qiren clutched his chest tightly, regret flooding his heart. He had always believed that it was because of his harsh teaching of Wangji that Wangji became so cold and quiet, never considering that this might be due to the hurt Wangji had suffered.

When Wei Ying thought of the pain Lan Wangji must have endured as a child, his heart felt like it was being twisted tight. He held Lan Wangji's hand tightly, tears filling his eyes as he choked and called out, "Lan Zhan..."

Chaoyang gazed at them with a cold expression, his heart completely still. He quietly stood up and walked towards the door. Just as he was about to cross the threshold, a thought occurred to him and he said coldly, "You only have tonight to cry. You don't have much time to do so here. The Wen family will not stop. You should think about how the Lan family should deal with this."

After saying that, he left them alone and walked back to the yard where he lived in the dark.

PS: A person's personality is primarily shaped by factors like their living environment and upbringing. Lan Wangji's quiet and aloof personality is partly due to Qing Heng-jun and Madam Lan, partly due to Lan Qiren's teachings, but even more importantly, it's due to the gossip within the Lan Clan and the rejection he faced at the academy. After all, as a child, Lan Wangji attended classes with other Lan Clan children his age. Lan Xichen, as the Young Sect Leader, was always around Lan Qiren, so naturally, he wasn't rejected by the other children. But Wangji was different. All the Lan Clan's ill will towards his parents was vented on him. Even if he were discovered, they would simply dismiss it as a child's prank, no big deal.

This is the author's analysis of Lan Wangji's character, please don't criticize me! Thank you.

As night fell, stars dotted the dark sky. Lan Xichen, exhausted, slowly walked into the cold room. His eyes were red and swollen, clearly having spent a long time in silent weeping.

Lan Xichen was startled when he heard a noise coming from the rooftop. Arriving in the courtyard, he looked up to see Chaoyang, dressed in a long black robe, lying on the rooftop, a jug of wine in hand, gazing at the moon and drinking from its spout. His figure seemed utterly lonely in the moonlight, as if cut off from the world.

After a moment's hesitation, Lan Xichen also leaped onto the rooftop and sat beside him. It had been a long time since they had been alone together. Ever since returning to the Cloud Recesses, he had unconsciously avoided Chaoyang. Even though they lived under the same roof, one in the main room and the other in the side room, he would return each night after Chaoyang had fallen asleep. In the morning, he would always leave before Chaoyang woke up. He wasn't sure how to face Chaoyang; today was the first time he had seen Chaoyang alone since his return.