Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

When Xue Yang and Meng Yao saw Lan Wangji suddenly appear in front of them, they tried hard to control their eyes from rolling up, but in order to maintain their composure, they could only remain calm.

After being teased by Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji's breathing became a little disordered, and his cheeks flushed slightly. "I just received a message from my disciple, and immediately came out to find you."

Wei Ying knew in his heart that he was being targeted. Meng Yao and Xue Yang saw a flash of understanding in Lan Wangji's eyes and bowed, saying, "Han Guangjun!"

Lan Wangji gazed at Meng Yao and Xue Yang with scrutiny. Although he had long known the three of them were part of the same group, he was still shocked when his memories returned and he recalled their actions in his past life. Instinctively, Lan Wangji raised his Bichen Sword and held it horizontally in front of him, his whole body on guard, watching them warily.

Meng Yao and Xue Yang witnessed Lan Wangji's nervous attitude as if facing a great enemy, and they could only turn their eyes helplessly to Wei Ying and Wei Wuxian, because they were really worried that the Second Young Master Lan would suddenly swing his sword at them.

Wei Ying called softly, "Lan Zhan."

Lan Wangji put down his sword and apologized in a cold tone: "Sorry!"

Meng Yao: "Han Guang-jun, Wei Ying and Wei Wuxian are my senior brothers. We grew up together. Meng Yao also recently recovered her memories of her past life and has confessed everything about it to her senior brothers. Now, our goals are aligned. Please be at ease, Han Guang-jun!"

Wei Ying saw Lan Wangji's nervousness and quickly grabbed Lan Wangji's sword-holding hand, fearing that Lan Wangji would suddenly attack. He explained, "Lan Zhan, I know everything. Don't be too nervous. A Yao and A Yang are both my junior brothers. They will be fine. Don't worry!"

Lan Wangji lowered his head and stared at Wei Ying, holding his hand tightly, then turned to look at Wei Ying, his eyes full of anxiety: "Do you already understand everything? Then..." The words in his heart, do you have feelings for me.

Wei Ying replied with a smile: "It's nothing. I have no memories of my past life. Let the grudges of the past life be left in the past life. Now we just come to play with you and gain some experience! Right, A Yao?"

Hearing this, Lan Wangji's eyes were clearly filled with disappointment, but he instantly regained his composure. "It doesn't matter if you have no memories, or if you don't want those memories! This time, I will definitely protect you."

Meng Yao naturally understood the meaning behind Second Young Master Lan's words and also noticed the change in Lan Wangji's eyes. He was lucky that he didn't cause trouble, let alone expect him to help. He chuckled and replied, "Indeed! Please keep this a secret, Hanguang-jun."

Hearing this, Xue Yang tightly grasped Meng Yao's sleeve, his eyes wandering. Suddenly, his expression became serious, as if he remembered something, and he also laughed, continuing to eat the string of candied haws. It was so sweet...

Lan Wangji nodded, understanding. "Right now, the people from all the major families are waiting for you in the meeting room. Do you want to meet them?"

Wei Ying slowly munched on a candied haws and responded incoherently, "Wait for us? It seems some people are more anxious than we thought!" The three of them looked at each other and smiled knowingly, as if they had already anticipated what was about to happen.

"Since the major families have invited me, I must meet them!"

Lan Wangji watched Wei Wuxian's mouth filled with food, his cheeks puffed out like a little hamster, and a tenderness welled up in his heart. Gently, Lan Wangji took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the corners of Wei Wuxian's mouth, whispering, "Eat slowly, don't rush."

Wei Wuxian was touched by Lan Wangji's gentle gesture and was mesmerized for a moment. His usually cold and icy face seemed to melt away, transforming into a beautiful scene of gentle spring rain. It was truly pleasing to the eyes...

Meng Yao and Xue Yang witnessed this scene and couldn't help feeling strange. They both thought at the same time, should we not be here?

Wei Wuxian finally came back to his senses, his face flushed. He frantically tried to cover up his loss of composure and hurriedly said, "Then... let's go!" It was so embarrassing. How could this Second Young Master Lan just attack without even saying hello?

Lan Wangji watched Wei Wuxian walk in the wrong direction, practically walking at the same pace, and he paused for a moment, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes. He silently tucked his handkerchief away, keeping it close to his body. Then he quickly stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the person in front of him, and gently reminded him, "Wei Ying, the direction of the tent is this way."

Wei Ying was confused and answered vaguely: "Oh oh oh~~" and then followed Lan Wangji away.

Meng Yao: ...

Xue Yang: ...

Xue Yang, holding a candied haws, stared intently at Wei Ying as he was dragged away by Lan Wangji. He turned to look at himself and Meng Yao, who remained where they were, and muttered incoherently, "Second Brother! Did the eldest brother forget about us again?!"

Meng Yao glanced at Xue Yang and said, "You're asking even though you already know the answer." He then followed behind slowly.

Xue Yang took a big bite of the candied haws, treating it as if it were Lan Wangji. He watched the two people disappear into the distance, then quickly quickened his pace to catch up, "Wait for me!"

Ever since Lan Wangji left, everyone in the tent had been preoccupied with thoughts, especially the Jiang siblings.

Jiang Cheng's heart was filled with resentment, but also mixed with excitement that was difficult to conceal; Jiang Yanli was filled with joy, because Axian was back and the Jiang family was saved.

Jin Zixuan felt uneasy. He hoped that if Wei Wuxian recovered his memory, he would show mercy to Jin Guangshan for A-li's sake. After all, that was his father.

As for A-Yao… he pressed his forehead with a headache, what the hell is going on!!!

Jin Guangshan still harbored a certain fear, worried that if Wei Wuxian sought revenge, given the current situation, the hundreds of immortal sects would undoubtedly respond en masse. However, he was powerless to do anything about it and could only silently pray that Jin Guangyao, this unfilial son, could play a role.

At this time, a disciple came to report: "Han Guangjun has returned with Yiling Patriarch, Lian Fangzun, and Xue Yang."

The atmosphere suddenly turned from calm to tense, and Jiang Cheng unconsciously began to sharpen his sword. In his previous life, Jiang Cheng's main weapon was the Purple Lightning. When his memory returned, he mistakenly believed that the Purple Lightning was lost in the Lotus Pier. He led people to try to take it back many times, but all ended in failure. In this life, Jiang Cheng has always used his own Three Poisons.

Later, he discovered that Zi Dian had actually been in the hands of his uncle, Sect Master Yu. Jiang Cheng tried to get Zi Dian back, but was always turned away by the Yu clan.

Since realizing he could no longer possess Purple Lightning, Jiang Cheng had been feeling uneasy. He had grown accustomed to using it, and now, having to switch to a sword, felt incredibly uncomfortable. Jiang Cheng even personally approached Sect Leader Yu to reclaim it, but after failing, he offered to trade it, but each attempt was rejected by the Yu Clan.

Outside the tent, several figures slowly approached. The two in front were the well-known Han Guangjun and the Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian.

When everyone's eyes fell on Wei Wuxian, they could hardly believe their eyes, as if they were seeing a stranger. The image of the Yiling Patriarch was still vivid in their memories, but the Wei Wuxian before them bore no resemblance to him in his previous life.

In his previous life, Wei Wuxian had his golden core removed at the age of 19 and turned to the path of the ghost. He exuded a terrifying ghostly aura, his body emaciated, his eyes dark. His time in the mass grave had left him destitute and in dire straits.

This one was wearing a black dress embroidered with delicate golden patterns. The material of the dress seemed to be very special. When the light shone on it, the whole dress seemed to be flowing with brilliance and overflowing with gorgeous colors.

What is even more eye-catching is that starting from the hem, red flower patterns spread upward one after another in an unknown way. These flowers are mysterious and full of vitality. Their red color appears particularly bright against the black background, as if silently telling an ancient and beautiful story. It is obvious that this is not an ordinary piece of clothing. Anyone with a discerning eye can recognize that this is a robe.

The fair and delicate collarbone is faintly visible through the slightly opened neckline, and her slender fingers gently stroke the beads on her wrist. Her eyebrows are picturesque, the corners of her lips are slightly raised, and a hint of unintentional charm is revealed in her lazy eyes. The bright red hairband sways freely with her steps.

If Lan Wangji, the radiant and noble gentleman who benevolently guides the world, is an immortal, then Wei Wuxian is the noble yet enchanting demon god. Though distinctly black and white, their colors blend so harmoniously in one another, a perfect balance and contrast between heaven and earth. Lan Wangji's coolness and Wei Wuxian's warmth, like the collision of ice and fire, simultaneously repel and attract each other, creating a unique tension.