Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Wei Wuxian's smile grew even brighter. He reached out and gently stroked Lan Wangji's cheek. "I like Lan Zhan, too." Their eyes met, and it seemed as if, in that moment, all words seemed superfluous. The surrounding clamor gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of each other's heartbeats echoing in their ears.

Lan Wangji learned that Wei Ying also had feelings for him. In this life, he waited for Wei Ying's response again. His emotions could no longer be suppressed. He slowly leaned over and kissed Wei Wuxian's lips again. The long-awaited kiss finally touched, sucking, exchanging, entangled, and the sound of water echoed in this small space.

After a long while, the two of them clung to each other breathlessly. Wei Wuxian complained, "Lan Zhan, you're too passionate! I'm almost exhausted from your kisses."

Lan Wangji gently kissed his swollen lips and whispered, "It was my mistake. I'll be gentler next time."

Wei Wuxian chuckled softly, his arms wrapped around Lan Wangji’s neck, and with a hint of playfulness and coquettishness in his tone, he said, “Second Young Master Lan, tell me, when did you start liking me???”

A hint of tenderness flashed in Lan Wangji's eyes. He gently took Wei Wuxian's hand in his and spoke slowly, "From the moment you first broke into my life in the Cloud Recesses, I fell in love with you."

Wei Wuxian's eyes flickered with surprise upon hearing this, then turned into a deep feeling of emotion. He leaned close to Lan Wangji's ear and whispered, "So we've been tacitly understanding this for a long time."

Lan Wangji smiled faintly and hugged Wei Wuxian even tighter, as if melting him into his own flesh and blood. This was the treasure he had waited two lifetimes for, and he would never let go. Wei Ying could only be his, Lan Wangji's.

Wei Wuxian seemed to have thought of something. He pushed Lan Wangji away and his tone became serious: "Lan Zhan, have you ever... in your previous life..." In the end, he found it difficult to bring up the word "marry a wife" and could only look at Wangji with an aggrieved expression.

Lan Wangji gently stroked Wei Wuxian's cheek and whispered, "There has never been anyone else in my heart except you, no matter in this life or the past."

After hearing this, Wei WuXian's doubts instantly dissipated, replaced by a sense of peace. He snorted softly, and said with a hint of pride and confidence, "Hmph! You have good taste."

Lan Wangji's eyes flashed with fondness. He gently pinched the tip of Wei Wuxian's nose and said with a smile, "Of course."

Wei Wuxian blinked playfully, a bright smile playing on his lips, and responded, "Then you must cherish me. After all, someone as unique as me isn't found everywhere."

Lan Wangji nodded, his eyes firm yet gentle, and softly promised: "I will cherish it for the rest of my life."

Despite receiving Wei Wuxian's response, Lan Wangji still felt uneasy. After all, in this life, Wei Wuxian wasn't alone; he had his uncle, Sect Master Xuanyuan, by his side. Furthermore, his brother also harbored feelings for Sect Master Xuanyuan, which made him unsure whether Sect Master Xuanyuan would approve of him and Wei Wuxian becoming a Taoist couple.

We can only take it one step at a time and respond accordingly!!

A quarter of an hour later, Lan Wangji helped Wei Ying tidy up his messy clothes before saying, "Wei Ying, the hunt isn't over yet. Let's go find our disciples first."

Wei Wuxian let Lan Wangji sort it out and replied lazily, "Lan Zhan, we're not really here to hunt, why are you so anxious?!"

"You have to pretend."

"Alright, then, leave it to me." As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately summoned Chen Qing and melodiously played the Prediction Song. According to his uncle, this song could at least control spirit beasts. As his cultivation level increased, even divine beasts would no longer be an unattainable dream. There were no spirit beasts in this world, but controlling ordinary demon beasts to drive off prey was possible.

After the tune was finished, the monster that heard the flute sound drove itself and its prey in the mountains towards the Lan, Nie, and Guiyuan Sect, sending itself to the door...

After Wei Wuxian put down the flute, Lan Wangji asked carefully, "Wei Ying, what's this song?"

"Oh!! This is the Beast Taming Song, my uncle taught me."

Lan Wangji finally felt relieved after hearing this. He didn't want Wei Ying to practice the ghost way in this life. It wasn't that the ghost way was bad, but he was afraid that Wei Ying would be retaliated against. It was really Wei Ying's death in the previous life that scared him.

Nie Huaisang, Lan Xichen, Xue Yang, Meng Yao and Fen Hua looked at the monster rushing towards them to hunt its prey, and they all couldn't help but feel funny at the same time. It must be the work of their senior brother, Master Wei.

At the end of the hunt, Jin Zixuan and his fellow nobles emerged from the forest in disarray, their expressions gloomy and discomfited. Their gains were meager, and they were pursued by numerous monsters, leaving them exhausted and humiliated. Ultimately, it was Nie Huaisang who intervened to mediate, calming the already threatening conflict.

Even though today was the Jin family's home game and the hunting results were not very good, Jin Guangshan was unhappy, but he still put on a smile and started the dinner.

The organizers of the banquet clearly put a great deal of thought into every detail, striving for perfection. The Douyan Hall's décor is not only luxurious but also imbued with artistic flair, with every detail revealing the host's taste and ingenuity. From the ornate chandelier hanging from the ceiling to the exquisite reliefs inlaid on the walls to the soft carpets on the floor, every detail demonstrates the host's dedication to this banquet.

The food and wine are meticulously prepared, and every dish is a true gem. From juicy roasts to fragrant stews and delicious dim sum, each one is mouth-watering. The waiters, neatly dressed in uniforms, expertly fill the glasses with fine wine, ensuring every guest enjoys the best dining experience.

At the center of the banquet, stunning dancers, clad in flowing veils, danced gracefully to the melodious music. Their movements were light and graceful, each turn and leap imbued with rhythm, as if fairies from heaven had descended to earth, adding a rare touch of color to the event. Their presence undoubtedly infused the event with greater vitality and joy.

Yet, despite the meticulous attention to detail and breathtaking spectacle of every aspect of the banquet, the guests didn't seem fully immersed in this visual and gustatory feast. For example, Qinghengjun, Nie Mingjue, and Chaoyang, while savoring the delicious food, seemed distracted. They gathered together, whispering quietly, seemingly discussing something important, oblivious to the lavish decor and delicious food around them. Their eyes frequently flicked toward the banquet hall entrance, as if awaiting someone's arrival.

Although the atmosphere of the banquet was very lively at this time, there seemed to be only waiting and anxiety in their hearts.

Chapter 196

The banquet was at its climax, amidst laughter and clinking glasses, when suddenly, from the direction of Yiling, bursts of low, powerful thunder erupted. The thunder was particularly abrupt amid the lively atmosphere of the banquet, yet the partygoers seemed oblivious, still immersed in joy and laughter, paying no attention.

Chaoyang was the only one who instantly caught the unusual sound. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing through the banquet hall's windows toward the distant Yiling, a look of depth and anticipation in his eyes. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, forming a barely perceptible smile. He thought to himself: The hidden danger of the mass grave has finally been resolved. The Heavenly Dao 'Father God' has finally fully awakened. Wen Ruohan is too slow to arrive. It's better for him to come on his own.

Brilliant golden light shot straight into the sky. Before anyone could react, the entire Jinling was enveloped by a magic circle. Monks could only enter but not exit, while ordinary people remained unaffected.

The joyful laughter at the banquet froze in that moment. The guests finally realized something was amiss, and they all put down their cups, faces filled with surprise and doubt. Under the golden light, some cultivators with higher cultivation began to feel the pressure from the magic circle. They tried to break free, but found that their strength was so small in the face of this mysterious force.

Chaoyang gracefully rose, guiding Wei Ying step by step toward the azure sky. As they paused, two thrones, artfully woven from lush vegetation, slowly formed before them, like a gift from nature. Before the immortals could say anything, Chaoyang and Wei Ying gracefully took their seats. He gazed down at the bustling crowd of Chinese and Japanese guests at the banquet, his voice clear and resonant, like the gentle rhythm of a morning bell and evening drum: "Everyone, well done!"

Jin Guangshan: "Xuanyuan Chaoyang, my Jin clan and your Xuanyuan clan have always kept to themselves. I'm afraid your actions today are inappropriate."

Chaoyang sneered and said in a deep voice, "Master Jin, you are too serious. Today, I am not here to take your life. I am just trying to prevent you from escaping." After that, Chaoyang turned his gaze to the Lan and Nie families. He saw Qinghengjun, Nie Mingjue, Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji all drawing their swords, obviously irreconcilable with Jin Guangshan's Jin family.

Seeing the four unsheathed swords, Jin Guangshan felt a surge of unease, sinking into deep thought. However, he maintained a smile as he spoke to the visitors. "I wonder what Sect Master Lan and Sect Master Nie are up to?"

Before Qing Hengjun could say anything, a familiar and majestic voice came from outside, "Everyone, it's been a while since we last met."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man in red slowly walking into the hall. His face was resolute and his aura was extraordinary. This man was none other than the rumored deceased Wen family patriarch, Wen Ruohan.

His sudden appearance stunned everyone present, leaving them sweating profusely. Some even fell to the ground, asking in horror, "Who are you? Are you a human? Are you a ghost?"

Even the usually calm Qingheng Jun couldn't hide his shock, but he quickly regained his composure. Without anyone noticing, he quietly gazed toward the rising sun. He knew only the Xuanyuan Sect Master could have allowed Wen Ruohan to cleverly fake his own death and escape in front of so many people.

Wen Ruohan's gaze slowly swept across the astonished faces of the crowd, finally settling on Jin Guangshan. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a half-smile. "Long time no see, everyone! I've missed you all so much."

Although Wen Ruohan spoke softly, to the ears of everyone present, its deterrent power was no less than that of a wronged ghost demanding his life.

Suddenly, the entire hall fell into a dead silence, as if even the air had frozen. The once bustling crowd instantly fell silent, no one daring to make a sound, fearing that a resurrected Wen Ruohan would unleash a murderous spree.

Wen Ruohan, with an extremely lazy attitude, slowly sat down on the stool he had just brought into the room, his body still tinged with a hint of unnoticed fatigue. His eyes scanned the shock and panic on everyone's faces, his heart filled with disdain and disgust. His gaze occasionally shifted to Jin Guangshan, the patriarch of the Jin family, and he glanced at the people surrounding him, then casually glanced at Qing Hengjun and Nie Mingjue, an elusive glint in his eyes.

Wen Ruohan thought to himself, if it weren't for the legitimate revenge, he wouldn't have the leisure to deal with these people who were like ants in his eyes. It would be better for him to practice more in the mass grave.

Suddenly, Wen Ruohan seemed to have thought of something, and the air around them seemed to warm up a lot. This made those who were hiding secrets in their hearts feel uneasy and uneasy.

Wen Ruohan looked at Nie Mingjue and asked lazily, "Sect Master Nie, I heard that Old Nie died because of my scheme?" As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly fell silent.

Nie Mingjue was initially taken aback, but upon hearing what the other party had said, his inner rage instantly ignited, his calmness flaring into a fury that was difficult to contain. His piercing gaze was blazing with murderous intent, and the tip of the Ba Xia sword, tightly grasped in his hand, was pointed directly at Wen Ruohan. His tone was cold and resolute, his glare piercing his gaze, his voice filled with undeniable determination: "Wen Ruohan, listen to me! If we once had the power to defeat you and slay you, then today, we have the strength and ability to do it again."

"Wasn't my father's death your fault? You lost the duel with my father and then broke his sword, causing him to die at the hands of an evil spirit! Do you dare to take responsibility for what you did?"

Wen Ruohan sneered, but before he could say anything, Lord Qingheng spoke first, "Impossible! Brother Wen and Brother Nie are close friends, how could they harm him?" "Mingjue, your father, Brother Wen, Qi Ren, and I grew up together. Brother Wen and your father are both martial arts enthusiasts. Ever since they started practicing, they've been asking each other to spar every few days.

I always stop when necessary and never harm anyone's life, so how could I possibly kill your father?" Qing Hengjun looked at Nie Mingjue gently.

“But… this… my father… the people around him and the investigative materials he gave me all indicate it’s Sect Master Wen…” For a moment, Nie Mingjue was stuck… Huaisang hadn’t said Qingheng Jun would intervene! Nie Mingjue couldn’t help but look up at the rising sun. Wasn’t it supposed to happen after he yelled at Wen Ruohan that Sect Master Xuanyuan would step in and produce evidence? This was such a ridiculous act, and he glared at Nie Huaisang.

Jin Guangshan, watching from the side, felt a pang of anxiety, secretly thinking something was amiss. As he pondered how to interrupt the confrontation, he ignored Wen Ruohan's icy gaze. Chaoyang, from high above, tossed a document to Nie Mingjue and said, "Take a look at this and you'll know the truth."