Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Lan Xichen suddenly asked an unexpected question. He looked at Chaoyang with a hint of eagerness and anticipation in his eyes and asked, "Senior... if you were in my father's position, what would you do?"

Chaoyang was a bit surprised; he hadn't expected Lan Xichen to ask such a question out of the blue. He frowned slightly, a subtle glint in his eyes, as if he were pondering something. Lan Xichen didn't flinch at Chaoyang's silence. He stared at him steadily, as if waiting for an answer, one that would resolve the doubts in his heart.

Chaoyang stared into Lan Xichen's determined and stubborn eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he parted his thin lips. "I'm not like your father, who had a mouth but didn't have one. He couldn't figure out such a simple trap."

After hearing this, Lan Xichen showed a bitter smile on his face. He understood that Chaoyang was mocking his father for being too trusting of his clansmen and himself and not seeing through their tricks.

He lowered his head and was silent for a while, then looked up again and asked the same question: "Senior, you haven't told me yet, what will you do?" There was a determination in his eyes, as if he wanted to give an answer no matter what.

A sneer curled up the corner of Chaoyang's mouth. "That assumption isn't true. I'm not like your father." He paused and continued, "If it was someone I loved, and she killed someone I cared about, I would immediately lock her up and find out the truth. Why would she do that? What was the reason? After all, there's always a reason for killing someone."

Lan Xichen: "Senior, why can't father do what you have done..."

Chaoyang's hand, gripping the wine jug, trembled slightly when he heard this. Was he about to tell Lan Xichen that his upbringing was vastly different from his father's? The Lan family is an aristocratic family, and in aristocratic family education, everything seems to be prioritized for the family's benefit.

But he was different. Even though Chaoyang had spent a thousand years in the world of cultivation, the imprint of traditional Chinese education had long been deeply etched into his bones, indelible. Those teachings, etiquette, and culture flowed through his body like blood, influencing his every decision and action.

Even in the world of cultivation, a place filled with blood and slaughter, he still maintained a high respect for life. This was the absolute difference between him and Sect Master Lan, and it also stemmed from their different upbringings.

Lan Xichen opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked up at the moon in the sky, and after a long pause, he spoke again: "I thought I protected Wangji well. When he was little, his father and mother were not around, and Wangji was such a small child, I thought, this is my brother, the person closest to me, I must protect him well. I don't want him to be like me, bound by fate, forced to learn various skills and unable to enjoy the joy of childhood. If he doesn't want to talk much, then there is no need to talk. He can go wherever he wants, and he doesn't have to do what he doesn't want to do. I will be there, I just want to make him happy. But..."

Lan Xichen looked down at his outstretched hands and said sadly, "But I never expected that I still couldn't protect him. He was so young, and had to face so much malice, but he never told me, and I was kept in the dark. Am I such a failure as a brother?"

Chaoyang paused in his drinking, then he raised his hand, patted his shoulder and comforted him, "You were just a child at that time, and you did well enough." "You did better than your parents," Chaoyang didn't say it out loud.

Lan Xichen arched his back, buried his face in his palms in pain, and choked up, "It's not enough, not enough at all. Wangji was very cute when he was little. Every day when I went to see him, he would run to hug me happily, call me Dada, and tell me interesting things that happened during the day. I don't know since when Wangji became so silent. Don't I care about him? Why didn't I notice? Why didn't I notice?" Water droplets dotted Lan Xichen's clean white robe, reflecting the sadness in his heart.

Chaoyang stopped talking, but just leaned against the roof silently, his eyes cast towards the deep night sky. He savored the wine in his hand while quietly accompanying the person beside him.

After a period of silence, the low, sorrowful sobbing finally subsided. Seeing this, Chaoyang skillfully pulled a soft handkerchief from his sleeve and gently held it before Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen didn't say anything, simply silently accepting the handkerchief and gently wiping away the tears on his face. He then placed the handkerchief over his eyes and closed them to rest. Spiritual energy circulated around his eyes, gently soothing his tired, reddened eyes. He didn't remove the handkerchief until the swelling subsided.

Lan Xichen's gaze fell on the handkerchief in his hand, as if he were lost in thought. After a moment, he tucked it away and said, a little awkwardly, "I've soiled this handkerchief. I'll wash it and return it to you."

When Chaoyang heard this, he just raised his eyebrows without comment and did not respond. He continued to drink his wine leisurely.

Neither of them spoke. One was sitting and the other was lying on their side, admiring the moon in the sky.

At this time, Chaoyang really couldn't stand the sadness on Lan Xichen's face, so he handed him a wine pot and suggested: "Would you like a drink? Drink it and your troubles will disappear." However, Chaoyang momentarily forgot what Wei Ying had mentioned before, that people from the Lan family would fall down after just one drink.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Lan Xichen finally reached out and took the wine jug from Chaoyang. He took a sip, seemingly savoring the flavor. However, before Chaoyang could react, Lan Xichen suddenly lurched, losing his balance. He stumbled and fell uncontrollably toward the eaves.

Fortunately, Chaoyang reacted quickly, reaching out and grabbing Lan Xichen's arm. If Chaoyang hadn't intervened in time, the Lan family would have been plunged into chaos in the middle of the night. After all, the news of the young master falling from the roof was enough to send the entire family into a frenzy, sparking a huge uproar.

Chaoyang pulled Lan Xichen closer, wondering, "Are you drunk already? Is your alcohol tolerance that low?"

Lan Xichen's face flushed slightly, and he drifted off to sleep. Chaoyang put away the wine jug, carried Lan Xichen, and teleported back to the master bedroom in the cold room. He settled Lan Xichen down, but just as Chaoyang was about to step out of the door, Lan Xichen, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, as if awakened from a deep dream. Without hesitation, he leaped up from the bed, his expression anxious, and shouted, "I'm going to find Wangji. I'm going to protect him." This sudden cry was like a bolt from the blue, startling Chaoyang, who was about to leave, and freezing him in his tracks.