Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

The battlefield below.

Just as Wen Ruohan's sword was about to pierce Wei Wuxian, in a flash, Wei Wuxian took a light step back, the Chen Qian flute in his hand rising with the wind. As he played, the sound of the flute became sharper and sharper. Wen Ruohan felt a sharp pain in his meridians and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He clutched his chest and looked at Wei Wuxian, dressed in black and with long, inky black hair, in agony. A wry smile played at the corner of his mouth, and he said with certainty, "Yiling Patriarch, we meet again? It seems that even without practicing the ghost way, you are still very capable in this life."

Wei Wuxian gently twirled the flute in his hand and bowed respectfully to Wen Ruohan, displaying the demeanor of a gentleman. "It is indeed me. I have long heard of Sect Master Wen's great name, and seeing you today, I can see that your reputation is truly well-deserved."

Wen Ruohan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, laughed heartily, pointed his sword at him and said, "What a Yiling Patriarch! Today, I will let Wen experience it. Who is more powerful, you in this life or in the last life?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone was already in front of Wei Wuxian. A large sword thrust forward, deflecting the longsword. It was Nie Mingjue. He held the sword in front of Wei Wuxian. This was Huaisang's senior brother, the one who had solved the flaws in the Nie family's swordsmanship, a benefactor of the Nie family. He couldn't let anything happen to him. And with him, the eldest brother, still around, how could he let a younger one take the blame? Even if he didn't need to, he had to do it.

Wei Wuxian smiled when he saw Nie Mingjue standing before him. How could he not have realized that Brother Huaisang could be so funny?!

Lan Wangji also rushed over, protecting Wei Wuxian behind him. Seeing that he was calm and composed, Lan Wangji knew that he was fine, so he gave his brother a reassuring look. The others no longer worried and fought with Wen Ruohan again.

At this moment, a fierce fighting sound came from the battlefield in the distance. Wei Wuxian's sword light was like a rainbow, intertwined with Wen Ruohan's offensive, forming a thrilling picture.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Meng Yao's presence, and then he disappeared from the battlefield unnoticed. He was now beside Chao Yang. He bowed and called softly, "Uncle, Elder Xiao."

Chaoyang turned his head when he heard the voice and responded lightly: "Ayao, why are you here?" Xiao Jixue also nodded slightly.

Meng Yao mentally recalled the red rose flower he had glimpsed on Lan Xichen’s wrist. He hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to ask softly, “Uncle… I have something to ask you… Secondly… between Zewu-jun and you…”

After hearing this, Xiao Jixue smiled slightly and turned to look at Chaoyang. Look, I was discovered. Oh, oh, oh,

Chaoyang remained expressionless and responded in a calm and indifferent tone: "The mask has been taken off."

After hearing this, Meng Yao's eyes were filled with disbelief and shock. Meng Yao naturally knew what the meaning of the mask being removed was. He almost asked loudly in disbelief: "What??"

Chaoyang's tone remained calm, as if he were describing something insignificant, but Meng Yao's heart felt like it had been struck by a sledgehammer, trembling violently. He stared at Chaoyang with wide eyes, trying to find the slightest flaw in his expressionless face. However, Chaoyang's expression remained calm.

Xiao Jixue sighed softly. Seeing that Chaoyang didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, he could only walk over to Meng Yao, patted his shoulder, and whispered, "Ayao, don't ask about this first. Let's talk about it after everything is over."

Meng Yao frowned slightly, as if trying to control his emotions as he replied, "Hmm." It was astonishing. He considered Lan Xichen his second brother, yet Lan Xichen actually wanted to be his aunt! Meng Yao tilted his head, glaring sharply at Lan Xichen, who was fighting closely behind Wen Ruohan. He opened his lips slightly and whispered to Wen Ruohan, "Show Lan Xichen some color. I'll provide you with the resources you need to break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

Meng Yao didn't care at this moment whether Lan Xichen was his second brother or not. If the current situation didn't allow it, he would even want to join the battle himself. Someone actually dared to remove his uncle's mask. How courageous!

If Meng Yao knew that Lan Xichen had not only removed his mask but also caused Chaoyang to lose his innocence, she would have taken direct action without hesitation, but at present, Meng Yao knew nothing about this. Therefore, she could only let Wen Ruohan beat her to vent her anger.

Xiao Jixue, who witnessed this scene, gently touched Chaoyang, "It seems that he is really angry. He actually sent a message directly to Wen Ruohan."

Xiao Jixue noticed it, so how could Chao Yang not notice? He glanced at Lan Xichen and replied, "If he can't stand this, then he should just give up!"

Meng Yao's fury had clearly reached its peak, his gaze revealing an undeniable resolve. Wen Ruohan, receiving his voice transmission, was initially startled, then shocked. In that instant, Wen Ruohan narrowly avoided being stabbed by Wei Wuxian's sword. This wasn't due to Wei Wuxian's quick reaction, but rather to the sword's slight deflection, coupled with Wen Ruohan's own quick reaction and timely avoidance, nearly ending the scene.

Wei Wuxian stared at Wen Ruohan intently, his eyes filled with helplessness. "Can you act more realistically? It's really hard for me to handle you like this!" How could he still be in a daze on a business trip?

However, Wen Ruohan seemed to pay no attention to Wei Wuxian's silence. He quickly passed by Wei Wuxian and headed straight for Lan Xichen with a clear target. At this moment, Wen Ruohan's offensive became more fierce, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength on this one strike.

Facing this sudden and fierce attack, Lan Xichen couldn't help but frown, wondering in his heart, what on earth has Wen Ruohan gone crazy for? Why did he attack him so fiercely?

If Lan Xichen knew that Wen Ruohan was like this because of his good third brother, would he feel devastated? Would he sigh and lament, "Why is it so difficult to find a Taoist partner? There are obstacles everywhere."

But Lan Xichen didn't know that now he could only concentrate on dealing with Wen Ruohan's attack.

In the center of Qishan Square, Lan Xichen and Wen Ruohan were fighting against each other. The crowd around them seemed to be blocked by an invisible hurricane, unable to get any closer to them.

This sudden change caused the atmosphere in the square to suddenly become tense, like a taut string that could snap at any moment. Swords flashed in the air, spells intertwined between the two men, and every collision sent out dazzling sparks. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian and Nie Mingjue were forced out of Wen Ruohan's attack range and could no longer get in. The three of them stopped and looked at the center of the battlefield, where Lan Xichen and Wen Ruohan were fighting fiercely.

The three of them exchanged glances, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, silently asking, "What on earth happened to Wen Ruohan? Why did he suddenly become so ferocious and his attacks so fierce?!"

Wei Wuxian was still confused. This wasn't the script!!! Why were Wen Ruohan and Lan Xichen fighting like this? Hadn't he been fighting Wen Ruohan? And he'd accidentally killed Wen Ruohan in the process. But what was going on now?