Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

The three of them watched the two people fighting with bare hands. The more Wei Wuxian observed, the more he felt that something was wrong. Just as he was about to get up and find Meng Yao to find out what was going on?

As Wei Wuxian swung his sword to repel the approaching Wen disciples, he quickly scanned the surroundings, but still could not find Meng Yao. He secretly wondered where Meng Yao was. Just as he was filled with doubts and confusion,

Lan Wangji's voice suddenly rang out: "Wei Ying, what are you looking for?"

"Ayao, she's gone."

While Lan Wangji dealt with the successive Wen clan members, he replied, "The main hall, the eaves."

"Huh? Oh." Wei Wuxian finally looked up at the eaves not far away. There stood the person he had been searching for, Meng Yao. Just as he was about to ask why Meng Yao was there and what was going on, a glint of gold flashed in Wei Wuxian's eyes. He then noticed his uncle and the fox standing beside Meng Yao, and swallowed the words he had been about to say.

With his uncle around, there was no need to worry. He should find a few more members of the Wen family to practice with! Although his cultivation wasn't high, at least there were people who could accompany him in actual combat training.

On the rooftop, Chaoyang cast his gaze upon Lan Xichen, only to see that his face was covered in scars, and he looked rather disheveled. Chaoyang softly said to A Yao, "A Yao, that's enough. If you keep fighting, his face will be disfigured."

Meng Yao gently turned her head and looked at Chaoyang, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock. She said in a weak and trembling voice, "Uncle."

Chaoyang responded seriously: "She already has a pretty face. If she keeps getting beaten like this, it would be bad if her face gets ruined."

"Hahahaha, no, I just realized you're actually looking at faces?" Xiao Jixue, standing next to him, was already laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. If it weren't for the soundproofing barrier, the entire square would have heard his laughter. His laughter was so loud that it seemed to blow the roof off the ground. One couldn't help but imagine how much more shocking his laughter would be without the soundproofing barrier.

He laughed and commented, "But Lan Xichen's face is indeed handsome!!"

When Chaoyang heard this, he kicked Xiao Jixue again without hesitation, and kicked her out fiercely, saying with a hint of joking, "You're asking for a beating."

Meng Yao's emotions were a whirlwind. He stood there, feeling as if the wind was blowing him. Was his second brother really going to become his aunt? He couldn't help but ask himself, who could possibly understand his complex emotions at this moment?

Xiao Jixue was kicked away by Chaoyang and flew back. His laughter finally subsided and he dared not laugh anymore. He had already lost face once and could not lose it again.

Meng Yao's emotions remained complex. He stared at Lan Xichen's scarred yet still handsome face, a whirlwind of emotions. How should he address this man he once considered his second brother?

Meng Yao took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then told Wen Ruohan through voice transmission: "Okay, let's proceed according to the plan."

Wen Ruohan, who had received the message, slowly began to show signs of fatigue on his face, and various scars began to appear on his body. Finally, Nie Mingjue's knife slashed Wen Ruohan's artery, and Wei Wuxian's sword pierced Wen Ruohan's heart.

Wen Ruohan's massive figure collapsed, clutching his neck. Despite this, he managed to hold himself up and looked at Wei Wuxian, his eyes expressing an incredulous question: "Did you hit me so hard?"

Wei Wuxian glanced back, and there seemed to be a deep meaning hidden in his eyes. If he didn't use more force, how could he hide it from others?

Wen Ruohan's mouth twitched, understanding Wei Wuxian's expression. Then, he suddenly waved to Nie Mingjue. Nie Mingjue frowned and looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with suspicion and distrust. But after thinking it over, he walked over to Wen Ruohan and squatted down.

Wen Ruohan grabbed his collar, pulled his head down hard, and whispered in his ear: "Believe it or not, I didn't kill your father! It really wasn't me!" After that, Wen Ruohan's hand fell weakly to the ground, and the sun hanging above the heads of the hundreds of immortal families fell.

As the saying goes, "When a man is about to die, his words are good."

Wen Ruohan's dying words still left Nie Mingjue deeply confused. Wen Ruohan had no reason to lie to him in his final moments. If his father's death wasn't Wen Ruohan's fault, then who was the real murderer? Had he wrongly blamed Wen Ruohan all these years?

When the news of Wen Ruohan's death reached the foot of Mount Qishan, the Wen clan was in a state of panic and was soon defeated by the coalition forces of a hundred clans led by Lord Qingheng.

Qing Heng Jun and Lan Qiren arrived at Yan Yang Palace, swords in hand and bloodied. But when Qing Heng Jun and Lan Qiren saw Lan Xichen, whose face was bruised and swollen, and then looked at Lan Wangji, Nie Mingjue, and Wei Wuxian, who seemed to have not suffered any serious injuries except for their torn and dirty clothes.

Qing Hengjun and Lan Qiren frowned, and asked in confusion, "Ah Huan, why are all your scars concentrated on your face?"

“Father, uncle, Sect Master Wen hit me!” Lan Xichen himself didn’t understand what had gone wrong with Wen Ruohan. Why had he punched him in the face? If he’d actually been injured, how was he going to find Chaoyang?!

Lan Xichen touched the bruises on his face helplessly, secretly thanking that Wen Ruohan's attack did not cause more serious consequences. He just needed to rest for a while and it would not delay him from looking for Chaoyang.

Lan Wangji stood quietly by, his eyes softly gazing at his brother, whose face was covered in scars. A smile flickered in his eyes that he could hardly conceal. At the same time, his gaze shifted to Wen Ruohan's body lying on the ground, and he looked meaningfully at Meng Yao, who had leaped down from the eaves.

Meng Yao noticed Lan Wangji's eyes, but she was not at all flustered. She walked into the hall without looking around and stood beside Wei Wuxian.

Lan Qiren saw Wen Ruohan's body lying on the messy ground and sighed deeply, lamenting the situation. Human hearts were truly the most difficult to fathom. Remembering their former friendship, Lan Qiren wielded his sword to cut a section of the curtain and gently draped it over Wen Ruohan's body, preserving his final dignity.