Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

At this time, the fourth elder of the medical team also arrived.

Lan Xichen saw the Fourth Elder arrive and immediately asked anxiously, "Fourth Elder, Wangji just fainted!"

The Fourth Elder stepped forward, took his pulse, and then soothed him in a calm tone, "Don't worry, he's just under too much stress. As long as he gets enough rest and takes some calming medicine, he'll recover soon."

"That's good." Lan Xichen quickly felt relieved after hearing this.

Lan Xichen turned to the reclining Lan Wangji and said, "Wangji, just get some rest. If anything happens, father, uncle, and brother are here for you."

Hearing the word "father", Lan Wangji was stunned. "Father?" Before Lan Wangji could react, Qing Hengjun had already walked in with Lan Qiren. "A Huan, why did A Zhan faint for no reason?"

Lan Xichen: "Father, Uncle, the Fourth Elder just checked and found that Wangji was too tired and didn't get enough rest."

Lan Wangji was about to stand up and salute, but Qing Hengjun said, "Why are you getting up? Lie down and get some rest."

Lan Wangji: "That's not proper."

Qing Hengjun glared at Lan Qiren, saying he had taught Wangji to be so particular about etiquette.

Qingheng Jun's brow furrowed. He had come to understand Wangji's character over this period. From childhood to adulthood, he had always been strict with himself and abiding by etiquette, which made him stand out from the younger generation of the Lan family. However, Qingheng Jun also understood that excessive rules and constraints could sometimes cause people to lose their true nature. He didn't want his son to neglect his inner feelings because of excessive etiquette.

Qingheng Jun walked over to Wangji's bed, sat down, and whispered, "Wangji, you are a member of the Lan family, and even more so, my son. There's no need to be too rigid about etiquette in front of family members."

Lan Wangji looked at his uncle before replying, "Yeah."

Seeing that Wangji understood, Qingheng Jun continued, "Ah Zhan, you kid, the Lan family is not without people, why did you exhaust yourself to the point of fainting?"

Lan Wangji looked at his father's concerned eyes, his heart filled with bitterness. He wanted to say something, but swallowed it back. Seeing this, Qing Hengjun stopped asking questions and simply patted the back of his hand, indicating that he could rest in peace.

Lan Qiren: "Wangji, take a good rest during this time. Your father and uncle are here for the rest of the day."

Lan Wangji looked at Lan Xichen, then at his uncle, and finally his gaze fell on Qing Hengjun and said, "Hmm." Lan Wangji also realized that the memories of this life had a completely different trajectory from the events he experienced in the previous life.

When the last person's footsteps disappeared in the distance, Lan Wangji slowly lay down and began to sort out his thoughts and memories.

Wei Ying isn't with the Jiang family, but with the Xuanyuan clan. Despite this, the Jiang family still suffers a devastating disaster. Lan Wangji recalls his previous life, when everyone mistakenly believed Wei Ying was responsible for the Jiang family's downfall, even Lan Wangji himself. Ironically, even without Wei Ying, the Jiang family was ultimately destroyed by the Wen clan, a sentiment Lan Wangji couldn't help but smile wryly. What a profound irony!

His father was also saved by the Xuanyuan clan in this life because of Wei Ying. He was no longer the ignorant Second Master Lan from his previous life. If it weren't for Wei Ying, the Xuanyuan clan leader would never have rescued his father.

Now, his father was allying with the Nie clan, while Lan Wangji and his brother were lobbying the various aristocratic families to jointly fight against the Wen clan's atrocities. Lan Wangji smiled sarcastically, thinking to himself, "Those so-called immortal sects and hundreds of families are just a bunch of rubbish."

Lan Wangji thought about the Lan and Nie clans organizing a war against the Wen clan. The Xuanyuan clan leader took Wei Ying away without saying goodbye, seemingly unwilling to let Wei Ying interfere in the affairs between the clans. Even Meng Yao and Xue Yang were taken away by him. Lan Wangji recognized the aliases Xuanyuan Jin and Xuanyuan Yin from his memory as Meng Yao and Xue Yang.

This made him feel a little relieved, because without the participation of Wei Ying and Meng Yao, the situation of the Sun Shooting Campaign would become confusing.

Lan Wangji wondered if the Hundred Immortal Sects could have achieved victory without Wei Ying and Meng Yao's Sun Shooting Campaign. Those who had bullied him, insulted him, and driven him to death in his past life would surely pay the price for their shameless actions. Lan Wangji decided to do nothing and let everything unfold naturally. Perfect!

Yunmeng Lotus Pier.

Jiang Wanyin, his arm chopped off, lay imprisoned. His mind was filled with chaotic memories of his past life. He looked at himself, now without his right hand, his face frantic. Why had this happened? Wei Wuxian wasn't around in this life, so why had the Wen Clan attacked Lotus Pier anyway? Why? What had he done? Why was he imprisoned? Why had their arm been chopped off? Where was his golden elixir? Where were his parents? And that Second Madam? Purple Lightning? His mind was a mess, filled with countless memories, despair, and confusion.

In extreme pain and confusion, Jiang Wanyin began to cry out loudly: "Wei Wuxian!!! Ahhhhhhh, why didn't you show up? Why? This is all your fault. If it weren't for you, how could I have lost my golden core? This is all your fault, Wei Wuxian. It's all you."

The Wen clan member who was guarding Jiang Cheng said, "What are you yelling about? It's annoying."

The Guiyuan Sect disciple hiding in the corner snorted contemptuously, "How dare you cling to the young master? You're courting death!" Before he finished speaking, the invisible drug powder had already penetrated Jiang Cheng's body.

Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a strong sense of dizziness, and his body fell limply to the ground involuntarily. He tried to resist this sudden feeling of powerlessness, but it seemed as if all the strength in his limbs had been drained away, leaving them weak and unable to support his body. Jiang Cheng could only lie helplessly on the cold and hard ground, and the discomfort in his body became more and more intense. Then, he felt itchy all over his body, and the itch seemed to penetrate deep into his bones, making it unbearable for him. Jiang Cheng wanted to reach out and scratch it, but he had lost his right arm, and with his whole body weak, how could he successfully relieve this itch? Jiang Cheng could only roll weakly on the ground in pain, trying to relieve the discomfort in this way. However, the wound on his right arm, which had not been treated, began to bleed again, and the bloodstains made his situation even more difficult.

The Wen family: "He's rolling around all the time, is he okay?"

Another member of the Wen family: "Who cares? As long as he's not dead, it's fine! Let's go for a walk and have a drink." They turned and left, leaving Jiang Cheng struggling in pain alone.

A Guiyuan Sect disciple in the corner looked at Jiang Cheng rolling on the ground and said, "Serves you right!" After saying that, another powder flew towards Jiang Cheng, which finally made him stop. If the Sect Master hadn't said that he couldn't die, he wouldn't have given him the antidote and let him die of itching.