Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Hundreds of cultivators choose a place where evil beasts often appear all year round. Within a specified time, each cultivator uses his or her strengths to compete for prey. This is called hunting.

Baifeng Mountain, with its sweeping hills stretching for miles and its diverse prey species, is one of the three most famous hunting grounds. It has hosted numerous grand hunting events, providing not only a platform for major families to showcase their strength and recruit talent, but also an opportunity for independent cultivators and rising stars to establish themselves.

Jin Guangshan put a lot of thought into this hunting trip. Not only did he prepare a lot of prey, he also prepared a luxurious dinner after the hunt. However, this time it was not for fame like in his previous life, but Jin Guangshan wanted to restore some reputation for the Jin family.

On the spacious plaza in front of Baifeng Mountain, the hunting viewing platforms had been erected long ago. They were packed with people, excitedly gathered and whispering. Qingheng Jun, Chifeng Zun, and Chaoyang met on the highest viewing platform and exchanged pleasantries. Jin Guangshan and the other immortal sect masters also smiled and came forward to greet them.

In order to demonstrate the generosity of the Jin family, Jin Guangshan ingeniously designed a new activity, inviting each family to send the most outstanding young people to form a cavalry formation.

Most aristocratic families wanted their children to be present at such an event, so they all agreed to participate. At the appointed time, with three drum beats, the elite young men from each family rode out in a neat and orderly formation, dressed in their family attire, and led their elite disciples.

Restrained cheers then rang out from the hunting stand, and as the cavalry marched, colorful flowers were scattered from above.

It is customary to throw flowers at attractive men and women to express admiration. Even elders who see this will smile and not criticize.

When the Lan family cavalry appeared, it seemed as if a colorful rain of flowers was falling from the sky, covering the entire sky.

Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji sat upright atop two snow-white steeds, leading the Gusu Lan Clan's cavalry slowly forward. Swords slung from their waists, bows and arrows slung across their backs. Their white robes and headbands fluttered, resembling immortals. Their white boots, treading on the snow, were spotless, even cleaner than the clothes of others. The twin pillars of the Lan Clan, like a pair of flawless jades, sculptures of ice and snow. Their arrival seemed to freshen the air.

On the hunting viewing platform, many female cultivators also cast aside their reserve and looked down eagerly. For a moment, the scene became lively and bustling.

The brothers Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji calmly used their spiritual power to gently deflect the flowers flying towards them, their eyes fixed and their faces expressionless, like heartless jade carvings.

Suddenly, Lan Wangji raised his hand to block the flower flying from behind him. It was a peony! He looked back, understanding what he was looking for. Sure enough, he saw his young man riding a black horse treading on fire, smiling triumphantly at him.

Lan Wangji carefully put the peony flowers into his arms, nodded slightly to Wei Wuxian, his eyes full of smiles.

When Wei Wuxian saw Lan Wangji accept his peony flowers, his face felt hot and he scratched his face, not daring to look at Lan Wangji again. However, Wei Wuxian couldn't help feeling proud in his heart, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

But Wei Wuxian couldn't help but whisper to Lan Wangji, "Lan Zhan, this flower is perfect for you."

Lan Wangji tilted his head slightly upon hearing this, his gaze resting softly on Wei Wuxian. The two exchanged a smile, their tacit understanding evident. The surrounding clamor seemed to fade away at this moment, leaving only the tender affection between the two of them.

A barely perceptible tenderness flashed across Lan Wangji's eyes, as if all the frost had melted in that instant.

Lan Xichen looked at Lan Wangji and smiled knowingly. He couldn't help but look up at the highest hunting observation platform, wondering if that man had a surprise for him.

Lan Xichen didn't have to wait long before a pair of lovebirds, each holding a magnolia and a hibiscus flower, flew in front of him. They delicately placed the flowers in his hands, chirped happily at him, and flew off into the distance. This scene aroused a gentle exclamation.

Lan Xichen accepted it with delight. He had thought he wouldn't receive this gift, but unexpectedly, Chaoyang gave it to him. A gentle expression crossed Lan Xichen's face as he pinned the magnolia hairpin to his lapel, carefully storing the hibiscus flower away.

On the hunting platform, Jin Guangshan said to Lord Qingheng, "It seems the Lan family is about to have a happy event. I wonder which beauty has won Lord Zewu's heart."

Qing Hengjun smiled calmly and responded, "My Lan family only believes in destined people. No matter who it is, as long as Xichen likes them, it's enough." But he was secretly surprised. When did Xichen find someone he liked, and he had no idea?

Lan Wangji looked at his brother and congratulated him joyfully, "Congratulations, brother! You finally got what you wanted."

Lan Xichen smiled at Lan Wangji and replied, "Wangji's blessing, I will accept it first."

Following the Lan clan, the Nie clan's cavalry also appeared in people's sight, led by Nie Huaisang. Ever since Nie Huaisang displayed his extraordinary talent and martial prowess during the Sun Shooting Campaign, the female cultivators of the Immortal Sect had a new respect for him.

Nie Huaisang's demeanor had also changed significantly. No longer cynical or timid, he exuded a sense of confidence, a master of the situation. He accepted the flowers thrown by the female cultivators with good temper. This scene made Nie Mingjue, on the hunting platform, laugh and scold.

Following the Nie family, the Guiyuan Sect began to emerge and became the focus of everyone's attention. This also marked the first official appearance of the Guiyuan Sect in front of the public, and its influence and status should not be underestimated.

Wei Wuxian, the young master, rode at the front of the group, followed closely by Meng Yao, Fen Hua, and Xue Yang, all wearing uniform green robes embroidered with delicate bamboo patterns, showcasing the unique style of the Guiyuan Sect.

They all wore exquisite forehead ornaments, which not only adorned their appearance but also symbolized their identity and status. Their long, black hair fluttered in the wind, adding a touch of unrestrained elegance and uninhibited grace. Each of them appeared graceful and majestic, emanating an awe-inspiring aura.

Even the war horses under their crotch seemed extraordinary. They stood there, constantly paddling their hooves and snorting, as if they were ready at any time to compete with any unpleasant horse at the command.

After a brief silence, cheers roared to the sky, and flowers showered down upon Wei Wuxian, Meng Yao, Fen Hua, and Xue Yang like raindrops, their faces brimming with pride and pride. Wei Wuxian smiled faintly, raising his hand to greet the crowd, his eyes revealing a sense of calm and confidence. Meng Yao, Fen Hua, and Xue Yang also responded to the cheers gracefully, their gazes determined, as if announcing the rise of the Guiyuan Sect to the world.