Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Wei Ying's gaze slowly swept over everyone present. He noticed the varied expressions on the faces of the hundreds of immortal sects: some terrified, some angry, and still others seemingly gloating. He particularly noticed how Nie Huaisang tightly grasped Nie Mingjue's arm, pinning him to the ground. Furthermore, Qing Hengjun and Lan Qiren, two seniors of high standing within the immortal sect, had also been pinned to the spot by Meng Yao, unable to move or utter a single sound.

All this made Wei Ying understand why Mr. Lan didn't say, "Disregarding human ethics," as usual.

Wei Ying's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile. He took out a mantra talisman and placed it on Jiang Fengmian. In front of everyone, he asked, "Jiang Fengmian, let me ask you, what is the status of my father, Wei Changze, in your Jiang family? How did he get to the Jiang family?"

Jiang Fengmian spoke in a heavy, uncontrollable tone, "Jiang family guest, I invited you to come to the Jiang family to help me consolidate my position as the head of the family."

Wei Wuxian: "What is your relationship with my mother?"

"We have no relationship, we just went hunting together at night."

Wei Wuxian stared at Jiang Fengmian with disdain in his eyes and asked, "Have you and my mother ever made a lover's pact?"

Jiang Fengmian: "Never!"

Everyone looked at the Jiang family with disdain. So all the rumors over the years were just your own fantasies? The other party simply didn't want to be associated with you...

Wei Wuxian now turned his gaze towards Yu Ziyuan, but asked Jiang Fengmian a question: "What is my mother's identity?"

The identity of Cangse Sanren was well known in the world of cultivation. Though the bound people were puzzled by Wei Wuxian's question, they remained seated and listened intently. No one noticed that a disciple from the Jin family's camp had quietly left the tent. However, Nie Huaisang, who was restraining Nie Mingjue, glanced at the disciple warily, masking the murderous intent in his eyes with a paper fan.

Under the control of the Mantra Talisman, Jiang Fengmian couldn't help but reveal: "Your mother, Cangse Sanren, is a disciple of Baoshan Sanren and enjoys a great reputation in the world of cultivation."

A faint smile appeared on Wei Wuxian's lips. He tilted his head slightly and conveyed a message to him with a look that only Meng Yao could detect.

Meng Yao immediately understood his intention. He calmly hid his hand in his sleeve and made a slight gesture, and Lan Qiren's silencing spell was silently lifted.

Wei Ying then turned his gaze to Lan Qiren and asked, "Mr. Lan, as far as I know, my parents once studied in the Lan family. Can you confirm that what Jiang Fengmian said is true?"

Lan Qiren had been silent for a long time, having been silenced. When he heard Wei Ying's question, he thought he had been silenced, but then he moved his mouth and realized that the silence had been lifted. He understood, and said, "Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren both studied in my Lan family for half a year. Your parents and I are old friends, and I know a little about their past. So, Sect Master Jiang is right."

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows slightly, his lips curled up slightly, and looked around: "Since Mr. Lan believes that what Jiang Fengmian said is true, then from now on, please do not accuse us of bullying or evil ways."

Then he asked, "How did my parents die?"

Jiang Fengmian gritted his teeth, unwilling to speak, but ultimately he could no longer resist the spell's power, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He swallowed the pain and spoke the truth with difficulty: "In Yiling, I used the demon beasts... to set a trap, and when they were exhausted... I launched a surprise attack. Wei Changze was stabbed through the heart... and Cangse, trying to save your father, was struck down by Yu Ziyuan's purple lightning... severely injured, and ultimately... whipped to death."

As Wei Ying listened to the story of his parents' death, a subtle flash of pain crossed his face, and the corners of his eyes flushed slightly. He raised his head, suppressed his emotions, and tried to remain calm, so as not to directly attack Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan.

Wei Ying took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing the anger and grief within him. He slowly turned around, his gaze fixed on the four members of the Jiang family, finally stopping at Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli. "Sparing your lives is a mercy on my part."

Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli's faces were ashen at this moment, and Jiang Cheng's eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred towards Wei Ying. However, their eyes still revealed a deep fear, but there was no trace of regret in them.

Wei Ying squatted down and looked at Jiang Cheng, whose face was twisted with jealousy and hatred, with a cold gaze, as if he were looking at a dead person: "It's understandable that I seek justice for my parents today, right?"

Wei Ying noticed Jiang Cheng's continued silence. He also noticed the immobility of his body, the position of his hands, and the bloodstains left by his clenched fist. It was then that he suddenly realized, "I forgot. You can't move or speak now."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to his seat and sat down, signaling Meng Yao that she could lift the ban.

Yu Ziyuan had been tortured to the point of losing her mind by listening to Jiang Fengmian and Wei Ying's harsh words. Now, her anger was unbearable. Seeing Lan Qiren also strongly support Jiang Fengmian's words, her heart was filled with resentment. As soon as Meng Yao lifted the ban on speaking, Yu Ziyuan lost control and cursed: "That bitch Cang Se San Ren seduced you to defend her. And you little bastard, even if your father is a guest official of the Jiang family, what's the difference between this status and that of a servant? The son of a servant..."

Jiang Fengmian hadn't expected Yu Ziyuan to be so outspoken in such a situation, let alone so presumptuous. He was distraught, but unable to stop her, he collapsed to the ground. Lan Qiren clutched his chest again in anger, barely able to breathe.

Wei Wuxian was furious. With a swift movement, he grabbed Yu Ziyuan and threw her to the ground. He injected his spiritual energy into her legs, shattering the bones below the knees. He then thrust the Blue Moon sword into her mouth, crushing her tongue. He stared at her with murderous eyes and said coldly, "Since your mouth can't speak human language, then there's no need for it."

Then, he took back the "Blue Moon" and used his spiritual power to quickly wipe off the blood stains on the sword. This series of actions was completed in an instant.

Because Wei Wuxian's cultivation was so advanced and his movements were so swift, no one present had enough time to react. All they heard was Yu Ziyuan's shrill scream, followed by Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli's panicked cries, "Mother! Mother!"

Jiang Yanli's cultivation level was low, Jiang Fengmian's was even lower, and Jiang Cheng, due to his previous injuries, was unable to participate in the rescue. Witnessing his mother's treatment, Jiang Cheng was filled with shock, anger, grief, and pain. Desperately, he drew his Three Poison Sword and attacked Wei Wuxian. Seeing this, Meng Yao unsheathed her "Neck Frost" and charged forward to meet the attack.

Seeing Jiang Yanli was heartbroken and trying to rush forward, Jin Zixuan picked up the Suihua Sword reluctantly and joined the battle in order to stop her from being affected.

He had no intention of harming Wei Wuxian; he merely wished to draw Jiang Yanli away from the heart of the battle. However, the situation went against his will. Seeing Jin Zixuan also draw his sword and join the fray, Xue Yang, Fen Hua, and Nie Huaisang unsheathed their "Hidden Blood," "Fen Tian," and "Phoenix-Singing Purple Gold Fan," and attacked Jin Zixuan. Midway through the attack, Lan Wangji intervened, wielding the Dust-Bidding Sword, successfully intercepting the blow. Decisive and unflinching, Lan Wangji engaged Jin Zixuan head-on. Within the tent, a chorus of sword energy crisscrossed, a crisscross of blue, white, purple, and gold. The surging sword energy surged into the sky, shaking the entire tent to the brink of collapse.