Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Lan Xichen seemed to want to take a step forward and try to hold Chaoyang's hand, but Chaoyang nimbly dodged his move, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure: "If you have something to say, please talk it over. Don't pull or tug."

Lan Xichen didn't seem to mind. He raised his hand and gently stroked Chaoyang's head, trying to comfort him. "I don't know what you're going to do next, but I can promise that I will pretend I know nothing and everything will be done according to my memories of my past life. You can rest assured."

Seeing this, Chaoyang took a few steps back, avoiding Lan Xichen's hand. He raised his head and looked directly at Lan Xichen, muttering to himself, "What's so great about being tall?! How dare you touch my head? You really don't know your place!"

Then, Chaoyang rolled his eyes at Lan Xichen and said coldly, "I have other things to deal with, Young Sect Master Lan, please do as you please." After that, he no longer paid attention to Lan Xichen's reaction, turned around and left, disappearing from sight, thinking: If I don't leave now, when will I leave?

Lan Xichen stood there, watching Chaoyang's back as he walked further and further away until he disappeared over the horizon. He didn't take a step to catch up, because he knew Chaoyang needed some time alone to think and sort out his thoughts.

Despite this, Lan Xichen's heart was still filled with an indescribable sense of loss.

Lan Xichen sighed softly, turned around and walked slowly back the way he came, his steps firm and slow.

Nie Mingjue heroically killed Wen Ruohan's eldest son Wen Xu in the Hejian area, a feat that greatly boosted his own morale.

The real Wen Xu, who was in disguise, followed the disciples of Guiyuan Sect to exorcise evil spirits for the people. When he heard the news of his own death, he just smiled slightly, as if it had nothing to do with him, and continued his mission of exorcising evil spirits, as if death was just the beginning of another story for him.

When Jiang Cheng heard the news, a complex expression crossed his eyes, but he didn't say much. After all, the most pressing task at hand was participating in the Sun Shooting Campaign, a task he'd already experienced once before. Could it be that without Wei Wuxian, they couldn't achieve victory? Jiang Cheng was determined to prove that even without Wei Wuxian, he could single-handedly carry the burden of Lotus Pier.

However, reality soon dealt him a heavy blow. Almost all of Jiang's original disciples were wiped out (all scared away by your mother's outrageous remarks).

Jiang Cheng was young, his cultivation was still shallow, and his reputation was not prominent enough, so the number of new disciples who came to join him was extremely limited, almost few.

A year later, Lan Wangji and Jin Zixuan conspired to murder Wen Chao, the second son of the Wen Clan, and the war intensified. The Hundred Immortal Sects suffered heavy losses, and without Wei Ying and Wei Wuxian, the Sun Shooting Campaign became exceedingly difficult. The Southern Immortal Sects, led by the Lotus Pier, remained relentless in their siege, and Yunmeng's influence remains unrecaptured. Following Wen Chao's death, Wen Ruohan personally intervened, further exacerbating the situation. By the third year, the Hundred Immortal Sects were steadily losing ground, suffering countless casualties.

Jiang Cheng's worst fears finally materialized: the hundreds of immortal clans regained their memories of past lives. They harbored not only hostility toward the Jiang family but also panicked and helplessly faced the Wen clan's brutality. Judging by the current situation, victory in the Sun Shooting Campaign seemed impossible without Wei Wuxian. Fearing this, some immortal clans attempted to ally themselves with the Wen clan, only to be quickly annihilated. The Lanling Jin clan, meanwhile, was pursued and intercepted by the Wen clan, suffering heavy losses.

According to spies, Wen Ruohan also has memories of his past life. He learns that after the Wen family's decline, their entire clan was brutally slaughtered, leading to the surname Wen being considered a sin. He vows to fight the Hundred Immortal Clan to the bitter end, until his death!

Wen Ruohan is desperately searching for Wei Wuxian and the Wen Qing clan. Meanwhile, the Lanling Jin Clan and the other celestial clans, severely besieged, are forced to retreat to their northern base and shrink their sphere of influence. All factions unite, creating a north-south standoff with the Wen Clan. The Wen Clan holds the southern turf, while the Nie, Lan, and Jin clans, along with the now defunct Jiang Clan and the other celestial clans, entrench themselves in the north, resisting with all their might.

Qishan.

Wen Qing bowed slightly and greeted, "Master Wen."

Wen Ruohan waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for formalities. His sharp eyes swept over Wen Qing, as if he was searching for something. "Why are you here? Does Sect Master Xuanyuan have important instructions?" The question was not why Wen Ruohan was so gentle, but because he was scared by Chaoyang's beating, and he also wanted to break through to the Jindan stage, and he was reluctant to die.

Wen Qing: "The Sect Master said that he hopes Sect Master Wen will not go too far, and at the same time, he must keep a close eye on the members of the Nie and Lan families who were taken to Mount Qishan after faking their deaths, to ensure that they do not escape and ruin the entire plan."

Wen Ruohan smiled faintly, a sly glint in his eyes. "I understand Sect Master Xuanyuan's concerns. However, I know my limits and won't let any flaws slip through my plan." He paused, his tone turning serious. "As for those from the Nie and Lan families, their spiritual powers are sealed, so they can't escape Mount Qishan."

Wen Qing took out a bunch of puppet symbols and asked, "Is this enough?"

Wen Ruohan took the puppet talisman, examined it, and nodded, "That's enough. Go back and tell Sect Master Xuanyuan that everything is under my control."

Tenderness: "Goodbye."

After Wen Qing left, Wen Ruohan turned around and asked the elder who had been standing silently in the corner, "Uncle, you said I should pass the position of sect leader to Wen Qing, what do you think?"

"As long as you are not afraid of Sect Master Xuanyuan and the others, it will be fine."

"Forget it, I'll do it myself!"

Wen Ruohan asked again: "How many people in Qishan need our special attention?"

The Great Elder walked slowly out from the dark corner of the room, a hint of displeasure on his weather-beaten face. He gave Wen Ruohan a meaningful roll of the eyes, as if silently blaming him for almost putting the entire Wen family on the brink of danger because of his secluded cultivation.

He pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly, his voice heavy, "We currently have approximately several thousand people here." He paused, as if gathering his thoughts, before adding, "The dungeon is already overcrowded and can't hold any more."

Wen Ruohan frowned after hearing the Great Elder's words. He pondered for a moment before making a decision: "Except for a few crucial personnel, all others will be thrown into the mass grave. Didn't Sect Master Xuanyuan say that in order to successfully advance, the mass grave must be dealt with? It just so happens that the dungeon is full of useless people who eat for free. Throwing them into the mass grave to clean it up will make good use of the waste."

The Great Elder nodded in satisfaction. "Yes." He had long been dissatisfied with the people in the dungeon. They enjoyed the Wen family's favors, but betrayed them. If they were not still useful, they should have been executed long ago.