Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

After entering the tent, Lan Wangji first bowed, then stood motionless beside Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian glanced at him briefly but did not move, but everyone was overwhelmed by Wei Wuxian's aura and fell into a deathly silence.

Qing Heng Jun marveled silently, glanced at the hundreds of immortal sects, and stood up and said, "Xuanyuan... Young Master Wei, thank you for your help when I was in trouble in the Cloud Recesses!" Yes! Qing Heng Jun recognized the young man in front of him as the brilliant and talented Young Master Xuanyuan Yue.

Not only Qing Hengjun recognized him, but even Lan Qiren recognized him. Perhaps all the disciples studying in the Lan family recognized him. Or perhaps Wei Ying did not intend to hide it, as the dragon-patterned bracelet on his fair wrist was proof of it.

The dragon-patterned bracelet was forged by Chaoyang after he learned that Wei Ying's spiritual energy was running low after purifying the Water Abyss. To ensure Wei Ying could continue cultivating or replenish his spiritual energy, he extracted a spiritual vein from the secret realm and used it to refine it. Since then, everyone who had attended the Lan Clan's academy knew that this was Xuanyuan Yue's inseparable treasure, and even touching it was forbidden.

Now, this item is worn on Wei Ying's hand, and the meaning behind it is self-evident.

Wei Wuxian had never expected that the first person to break the silence would be Qing Hengjun. He had thought it would be someone from the Jiang family so that he would have an excuse to be picky, but in the end it was all in vain and boring.

But after thinking about what Meng Yao said about his previous life, he knew why. Perhaps this person had no grudges against him in his previous life, so he was the first to speak and mediate. He waved his hand and smiled: "No need to thank me, after all, I also studied in the Lan family." This was also a clear message to everyone that he had been born a long time ago, but in another identity.

A kind smile appeared on Lord Qingheng's face. He politely said to Young Master Wei and the two other young masters who followed him, "Then please sit down and talk slowly, Young Master Wei and the other young master."

Only after Wei Wuxian slightly leaned over and sat down did everyone's gaze shift from him to Jin Guangyao. Seeing this former life's Lian Fang Zun again, not only were the other families stunned, but even Jin Guangshan barely recognized him.

In his previous life, as Meng Yao, he was of low status, wearing simple, coarse cloth. After becoming Lian Fang Zun, despite his gorgeous clothing and distinguished appearance, he was still oppressed by Jin Guangshan and looked down upon by the hundreds of immortal families. He was forced to kowtow, be humble, and show fawning expressions on his face.

However, this current figure was completely different from his previous life. He wore a light white robe, a simple white headband that fluttered in the wind, and his bangs cascaded across his forehead, revealing a reserved demeanor. A confident smile graced his face, remarkably similar to the otherworldly demeanor of the Lan family. Despite this, his constant smile diminished the Lan family's aloofness. Even his height had grown somewhat compared to his previous life; he truly was a gentle, elegant young man!

Even Xue Yang, who was full of evil in his previous life, has transformed into a handsome and elegant young man in this life.

Jin Guangyao and Xue Yang both accompanied Wei Wuxian. Although the various families harbored doubts, they didn't dare to directly question him, as the situation was still unclear. Jin Guangyao remained calm and composed, smiling as he guided Xue Yang to sit behind Wei Wuxian.

Lan Xichen saw Jin Guangyao as soon as he came in, and his expression was dazed for a moment, but due to the current situation, he could not speak, and could only stare at him steadily. Meng Yao seemed unconscious, and did not show any expression.

Without even giving it to anyone else, he lifted the teacup in his hand, took a sip, and frowned slightly. Although this was already a high-quality tea, for Meng Yao, who was used to drinking spiritual tea in this life, the taste of this tea was obviously not enough to satisfy his taste buds.

Everyone present noticed the silence of Wei Wuxian and Meng Yao, and no one was willing to break the deadlock first, so they all turned their eyes to Qing Hengjun. After all, in the current situation, he was the most suitable person to speak.

Lord Qingheng: "Master Wei, it has been three years since we parted ways in Yunshen. I wonder how Sect Leader Xuanyuan is doing."

Lan Xichen's eyes flickered to a smile as he heard this, his face filled with anticipation. He desperately wanted to know Chaoyang's whereabouts or get any news about him. Over two years had passed since their last separation, and in that time, Lan Xichen hadn't had the chance to see Chaoyang in person, nor had he been able to find any trace of him, let alone hear any news about him.

Thinking of the morning sun, Lan Xichen's thoughts drifted involuntarily to distant places. His fingers would subconsciously touch the delicate rose flower on his wrist, as if this could sense that person's presence. The sight of the flower reminded him of someone, and the flower became an indelible mark in his heart.

Because of this habitual movement, Qing Hengjun and Lan Qiren have misunderstood many times, thinking that Lan Xichen's wrist was injured and wanted to ask a doctor to treat him, but Lan Xichen always smiled and shook his head, explaining that it was just a habit. This has become Lan Xichen's way of missing Chaoyang.

Wei WuXian said, “Uncle is naturally fine.”

Qing Heng Jun asked awkwardly, "I wonder why Master Wei is here this time?"

Wei Ying's charming peach blossom eyes turned slightly, revealing a hint of mischievousness, and said, "Aren't you looking for me?"

Meng Yao and Xue Yang wore warm smiles as they cast their gazes at their senior brother. This statement left Qing Heng Jun momentarily unsure how to respond. Lan Wangji silently hid the slight smile on his lips with his teacup, as if trying to maintain his usual seriousness and composure.