Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Chaoyang's first move upon returning to Chuchen Mountain was to quickly dispatch all of the sect's disciples to carry out their missions. Aside from Wei Ying, Meng Yao, Fen Hua, and Xue Yang, no one else could be found within Chuchen Mountain or the Guiyuan Sect's territory, aside from the puppets tasked with caring for the children.

Wei Ying lay on the stone table and asked weakly, "Ayao, tell me, why doesn't my uncle allow the four of us to leave? He even set up a forbidden barrier around Chuchen Mountain and Guiyuan Sect. Even I can't break it."

Meng Yao stared at Wei Ying, who was bent over his desk. She carefully picked up the teacup and took a sip. "If you don't know, how could I possibly know? But my uncle will definitely not harm us. We just need to listen."

Fen Hua listened quietly at the side, "Ayao is right, just listen."

Xue Yang seemed a little impatient. He stood up and paced back and forth, clearly unhappy with the restrictions. "All the disciples are out, but we're the only ones who can't leave, and we're not even allowed to send messages outside," he said with obvious protest.

Meng Yao put down her teacup and responded calmly, "Xue Yang, I understand how you feel. But my uncle must have his reasons for doing this. We might as well do what he wants first and not cause trouble for him."

Hearing this, Xue Yang stopped pacing, took out a recliner, and lay down leisurely. "I made an appointment with the Taoist priest to go night hunting together. It seems I have to break the appointment this time."

Wei Ying looked at Xue Yang beside him, and took out a recliner, lying down next to him. He sighed, "You're not the only one, I'm the same. I promised to reply to Lan Zhan's letter, but now I can't. I don't know if Lan Zhan will be angry."

Wei Ying and Xue Yang looked at each other and sighed deeply. It's so difficult! It's so difficult!!!

Meng Yao and Fen Hua witnessed the two people acting weird. They shook their heads helplessly and continued to play chess and drink tea leisurely.

The cloud is deep and unknown.

Lan Wangji was concentrating on following Lan Xichen through various complicated tasks when he suddenly felt a severe headache that threatened to rip his head apart. He opened his mouth to speak, but the sudden surge of memories shocked him. These memories flooded into his mind like a tide, leaving him dizzy and swaying unsteadily.

Seeing this, Lan Xichen, who was standing beside him, immediately reached out and held him steady, calling out anxiously, "Wangji! Wangji! What's wrong with you?" Lan Wangji tried hard to respond, but found that he couldn't make a sound. All he could hear was Lan Xichen's more anxious shouts, "Azhan! Azhan! Don't scare your brother!!!"

Lan Xichen held the unconscious Lan Wangji in his arms and shouted anxiously, "Someone, come quickly."

Hearing Lan Xichen's anxious calls at the door, the disciples quickly gathered. Seeing the Young Master holding the unconscious Second Young Master, they all looked extremely panicked. Lan Xichen quickly ordered, "Quick, get the doctor here immediately!"

The disciples sprang into action, some running for a doctor, while others, under Lan Xichen's instructions, prepared ice packs and wet towels to alleviate Lan Wangji's discomfort. Lan Xichen gently placed Lan Wangji on a soft couch nearby, carefully adjusting his position to ensure he could breathe freely.

Although Lan Wangji had lost consciousness, he could still hear his brother's urgent call. The voice should have been close at hand, but now it seemed to come from the distant sky, and Lan Wangji could no longer hear it clearly.

His thoughts were filled with memories of his past life, that innocent and brilliant boy—

"I'll give you a jar of Emperor's Smile. Just pretend you didn't see me, okay?" Wei Ying said with a smile...

"Lan Zhan, look at me, look at me." Naughty Wei Ying...

"Lan Zhan, Lan Wangji, Second Young Master Lan, Second Brother Lan~" Wei Ying teased him...

"Lan Wangji...I know whether the ghost path is harmful to my heart or not!" Wei Ying, who was arguing with him...

"Lan Zhan, let go... let go" With tears in his eyes, Wei Ying let himself go... The longing went deep into his bones, the thirty-three whips he had received, the retrospection of heaven... The boy who made him uneasy and fell from the Cloud Recesses,

…That was Wei Ying…That was Wei Ying, who had endured so much hardship, been framed, and was isolated and helpless. He was…the love of my heart, my destined partner. He was…he was my destiny…

Lan Wangji's heart was filled with longing and concern for Wei Ying. He knew that no matter in past lives or present, Wei Ying was an inseparable part of his heart. He tried hard to wake up from his coma, to see the boy with the bright smile again, to tell him that no matter what happened, he would be by his side, protecting him and making sure he didn't suffer any harm.

Lan Xichen's voice gradually became clearer, and Lan Wangji's consciousness slowly began to return. He felt his brother's warm palm on his forehead, and sensed his concern and anxiety. Lan Wangji slowly opened his eyes, and before him was Lan Xichen's anxious and concerned face, and the busy figures of the disciples around him.

"Azhan, you're finally awake." There was a hint of relief in Lan Xichen's voice.

Lan Wangji tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced him to lie down again. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Brother, I'm fine, it's just..."

Lan Xichen interrupted him, his tone filled with unquestionable determination: "Don't talk for now, get some rest. The doctor will be here soon."

Lan Wangji nodded. He knew his brother's concern was genuine, and he didn't want to make him worry. He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift once again to that innocent and brilliant boy—Wei Ying.

Lan Wangji gradually regained consciousness and thought of Jiang Wanyin, the villain who killed Wei Ying. In his previous life, he was jealous of Wei Ying, betrayed Wei Ying, and spread rumors that Wei Ying was an enemy of the Hundred Clan. He used Wei Ying's golden elixir to encircle and suppress him.

“Jiang Wanyin!!!!” Lan Wangji gnashed his teeth in hatred, the veins on the back of his hand, hidden under the blanket, bulging. Lan Wangji’s anger burned in his chest. He couldn’t forget Jiang Wanyin’s cunning, smug face. Painful memories of his past life flooded back like a tide.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Lan Wangji knew that now was not the time to act impulsively. He needed a plan, a plan that could completely resolve the threat posed by Jiang Wanyin. He couldn't let Wei Ying get hurt again, and he couldn't let history repeat itself.

Lan Xichen's concerned voice interrupted Lan Wangji's thoughts. He opened his eyes and saw his brother looking at him with concern. "Brother, I'm fine." Lan Wangji tried his best to sound calm, even though his heart was in turmoil.

Lan Xichen nodded gently, but a hint of distrust lingered in his eyes. He knew Lan Wangji's temperament well: calm and thoughtful, rarely showing any emotion, but today Lan Wangji seemed unusually agitated.