Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

After some discussion, the initiative among the Hundred Immortal Clan finally fell into Wei Wuxian's hands. A series of crucial decisions were subsequently finalized, including the distribution of supplies, the recognition of military merits, and the ownership of territories. Not only were Wei Wuxian and Meng Yao pleased with the outcome, but even Xue Yang was delighted, as he now held the power to decide the fate of the Hundred Immortal Clan. A glint of gloom flashed in his eyes, particularly towards the Chang family and those other Immortal Clan families who had bullied his senior brother in a previous life, such as the Yao and Lin clans.

Even though he couldn't act like he did in the previous life in this life, Xue Yang would never let them off easily. He would make sure they had no way to live or die.

Thanks to Wei Wuxian's assistance and the Wen family's "internal and external coordination", the Hundred Family Allied Forces finally successfully captured Mount Qishan after half a year.

[Author: I will skip the specific battle.]

Wen Ruohan had already heard the news and was waiting for their arrival. When they pushed open the door and entered, he was sitting upright in the main seat, looking down at them with contempt in his eyes.

Wen Ruohan asked, "Why? Out of all the 100 immortal families, only a few of you young men were sent here. Do they have no one else to use?"

Nie Mingjue stepped forward, sword drawn, and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense! I'm going to kill you today to avenge my father!"

Wen Ruohan was also confused when he heard this. Was this line in the script? Besides, hadn't Nie Huaisang already found out that his father's death had nothing to do with him? Even that traitor had been undergoing reformation at the mass grave. Why hadn't he told his elder brother the truth?

Wen Ruohan looked around but couldn't spot Nie Huaisang. Helplessly, he could only frown and continue his performance, his tone revealing obvious impatience: "What does your father's death have to do with me?" He was obviously fed up with such groundless accusations.

Wen Ruohan was worried that Nie Mingjue would continue to question him, and that his secret would be exposed. He just wanted to end the war as soon as possible so that he could focus on his cultivation. "Why bother talking? If you want to fight, then fight."

Meng Yao cast her gaze upward, witnessing Wen Ruohan's ridiculous performance. She couldn't help but feel the urge to hold her forehead in her hands. What the hell was going on? What the hell was going on?! ...

Wen Ruohan's acting was clearly lackluster. He looked as if he couldn't wait to finish his workday and go home to rest. Yet, the situation his character faced was dire—the Wen family was practically facing annihilation. This stark contrast left Meng Yao feeling both amused and helpless.

Seeing him deny it, Nie Mingjue's rage instantly erupted. He drew his sword and slashed at him, roaring, "Shameless wretch! You did it and you dare not admit it! I will kill you!" Wen Ruohan dodged the attack, but his throne was split in two by Ba Xia. Nie Mingjue's attack missed, but he continued his pursuit with his sword.

Before Wen Ruohan even touched the ground, Bichen and Shuoyue's swords pierced him like meteors chasing the moon. Their sharp energy threatened to rip the air apart. At the same time, the melodious sounds of a flute and the crisp notes of a zither suddenly echoed from all around him, interweaving to form a strange melody that seemed to disrupt Wen Ruohan's thoughts, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

However, Wen Ruohan was truly a leader among the hundreds of immortal sects. Even in such an unfavorable situation, he remained calm and composed, as if everything was under his control. In Wei Wuxian's eyes, Wen Ruohan's cultivation had already reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage. If it weren't for the constraints of the laws of this world, he would have already broken through to the true Golden Core Stage.

Wei Wuxian and Meng Yao used sound attacks to weaken Wen Ruohan, while winking at Wen Ruohan, asking him to come towards them.

Wen Ruohan quickly noticed this, swung his sword, kicked Nie Mingjue aside, and charged at Wei Wuxian and Meng Yao. Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji's pupils shrank as they stepped forward with their swords drawn to stop him, but were both blasted away by Wen Ruohan's spiritual power, hitting the wall and falling to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.

And just as Lan Xichen flew out, Chaoyang on the eaves of the main hall of Qishan almost couldn't help but appear. Finally, when he saw that Lan Xichen was fine, he looked at Wei Ying and Meng Yao.

Looking at Lan Xichen, who had slammed into the wall and couldn't get up, Xiao Jixue couldn't help but ask, "Are you heartbroken?"

Chaoyang glanced at Xiao Jixue. Then, without mercy, he kicked her away and said coldly, "You're really asking for a beating."

When Xiao Jixue was kicked hard and sent flying, he quickly wrapped himself up with his spiritual power, avoiding the embarrassing fall. He rubbed his buttocks, regained his footing on the eaves, and complained, "Can you be a little gentler?"

Chaoyang: "Serves you right!"

Xiao Jixue stared at the people fighting fiercely and couldn't help but ask, "Look, this is such a trivial matter, why do you have to make it so complicated?"

Chaoyang gazed deeply at the people who were at ease. He explained helplessly, "Do you think this is my original intention? Although the plot has deviated from its original trajectory, the world consciousness has not completely disappeared, and the Heavenly Dao has not yet fully awakened. The Sun Shooting Expedition is a very critical plot point. As long as this point can be successfully completed, all my tasks will be completed."

"So, how's the situation at the mass grave?"

"The cleanup over there is almost complete. Once the Heavenly Dao awakens, it will naturally take care of the rest."

"Then does that mean Aying's main mission no longer exists?"

"Why should Wei Ying, whom I painstakingly raised, be left to clean up the mess for those sinful immortal sects? Aren't the Lan, Nie, and Wen families all doing a great job now? Cleaning up the mass graves is almost complete, isn't it?"

In Chaoyang's mind, the situation at the mass grave wasn't Wei Ying's sole responsibility; in fact, it was the responsibility of everyone on the entire Xuanzheng Continent. Why should Wei Ying be left to shoulder all this alone? He shouldn't have to bear such responsibility. Look, hasn't the situation improved? In just three years, the cleanup of the mass grave is almost complete.

Xiao Jixue shuddered as he thought of the group of people in the mass grave, living and dying like cattle and horses. He had never imagined that Chaoyang would one day torture people like this, and if he couldn't kill them, he would torture them to death. "Haha~~~ You know how to arrange things."

"It's a waste recycling!"

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