Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

The sky was tinged with a warm orange-red, reflecting off Lan Xichen's blue and white robes, making him appear exceptionally fresh and refined. The smoky green jade pendant at his waist complemented the color of his robes, adding a touch of elegance. Combined with his exquisite features, the whole person looked remarkably harmonious, as if he had stepped out of a painting.

Seeing Lan Xichen like this, Chao Yang couldn't help but exclaim, "They really complement each other perfectly! It seems I have good taste."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Lan Xichen's lips, and his eyes were gentle and full of doting.

The disciples of the Lan, Nie, and Wen families who had experienced the fake death, brought with them other disciples of their families who had just met, and under the guidance of the disciples of Guiyuan Sect, they gathered together shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, and in an intimate manner.

The disciples of Guiyuan Sect generously took out their treasured wines and delicacies and sat on the ground. They had reached a tacit understanding to drink to their heart's content until each other was drunk.

Even the Lan Clan's disciples, always renowned for their elegance and righteousness, temporarily abandoned their usual dignity and seriousness under Qing Heng Jun's tacit approval and tolerance. Like everyone else, they burst into laughter and played with one another, as if all rules and constraints had vanished into thin air.

In this discussion filled with laughter and joy, all the grudges of the past seemed to have disappeared, replaced by infinite longing for the future.

If Lan Qiren saw the Lan disciples acting so recklessly, he'd probably be so angry that his beard would stand on end. He always paid attention to etiquette and rules, and seeing his disciples being so presumptuous, he would definitely reprimand them severely.

But on second thought, isn't this also a way for them to release stress and enhance their relationship? After all, after going through so many ups and downs, they also need such relaxation and laughter.

The road to becoming an immortal is long and full of unknowns, but in this short period of time, it is wonderful that they can temporarily forget their worries and enjoy this rare tranquility and joy.

Qing Hengjun, Nie Mingjue, and Wen Ruohan followed suit. Meng Yao had also prepared a wealth of fine wine and delicious food, and everyone sat on the ground, as if they were enjoying a picnic. After all, the mass grave had become incredibly beautiful. The resentment had dissipated, and the spiritual energy was abundant, making it a veritable fairy mountain.

Of course, the Lan family cannot drink alcohol, but they can still eat vegetables and spiritual fruit juice.

In the main circle, Qing Hengjun enjoyed the dishes and spiritual juice alone, and communicated with Nie Huaisang, Meng Yao, Fen Hua and Wen Qing from time to time to analyze the next action plan.

Elsewhere, Wei Wuxian, Xue Yang, Wen Ruohan, and Nie Mingjue were toasting each other, quickly becoming tipsy. Lan Wangji sat next to Wei Wuxian, stuffing food into his mouth between pours, fearing that Wei Wuxian might not eat enough.

When Chaoyang and Lan Xichen walked out of the bamboo forest, this was the scene before their eyes.

Lan Xichen and Chaoyang looked at each other, smiled, and walked straight to sit next to Lan Wangji.

When Lan Wangji saw the two of them returning, he greeted them, "Brother, this is Sect Master Xuanyuan." Then he stuffed another bite of food into Wei Ying's mouth.

Lan Xichen and Chaoyang nodded slightly in response.

Lan Xichen sat there, sipping the juice Wangji had handed him, laughing at his brother and Wei Wuxian's little antics, while Chaoyang leisurely sipped his wine, his gaze occasionally grazing on Lan Xichen. Nie Huaisang was the busiest, answering Qingheng Jun's questions while feeling his eyes were almost insufficient. With a gleaming green in his eyes, he looked back and forth between Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian, Lan Xichen, and Chaoyang.

Meng Yao sighed softly and looked off to the side, watching Wei Wuxian and Xue Yang continue their drinking contest. He wondered if Wei Ying would still be so carefree drinking if he knew his uncle was about to be "stolen" by Lan Xichen. Meng Yao shook his head repeatedly as he pondered this.

When Meng Yao's gaze shifted again, Chaoyang raised his head, looked back at Meng Yao, and gave her a look. Meng Yao deftly picked up the wine glass in front of her and drank the spirit wine in one gulp. Then he turned away and continued his discussion with Qingheng Jun and the others.

After three rounds of drinking, Nie Mingjue and Wei Wuxian were both tipsy, their tongues lashing out. The two close friends insisted on becoming sworn brothers, and Lan Wangji's face darkened beside them. Seeing this, Qing Hengjun, Wen Ruohan, Chaoyang, and Lan Xichen couldn't help but laugh.

Nie Mingjue, still drunk, clapped Wei Wuxian's shoulder vigorously and said excitedly, "Today is truly the happiest day of my life. Jin Guangshan finally got the punishment he deserved, his soul shattered by the lightning. I finally avenged my father. Also, today those people from the hundreds of immortal sects finally shut up. Didn't you see the aggrieved expressions on those usually righteous little people's faces today? It's truly heartening, hahaha!"

Just as Wei Wuxian was about to pat Nie Mingjue's shoulder, Lan Wangji quickly intervened and pulled him back, then gently soothed the affected area. Wei Wuxian was heavily intoxicated, his mind a bit dull, and he failed to notice the subtle change in Lan Wangji's expression. However, Wei Wuxian still raised his head, looked at Lan Wangji with a pitiful look, and said, "Lan Zhan, I think my head hurts a bit!"

Lan Wangji heard this, a trace of worry flashed across his brow. He gently helped Wei Wuxian steady himself and said softly, "Wei Ying, you're drunk. Let me take you back to rest."

Wei Wuxian waved his hands and said with a smile, "I'm not drunk, I can still drink! Lan Zhan, don't worry about me, go and continue drinking with them!"

Lan Wangji ignored his nonsense and apologized to everyone. His ears flushed red as he half-carried and half-supported Wei Wuxian as he turned and walked towards the bamboo house. Wei Wuxian struggled a few times in his arms but couldn't break free, so he could only mutter and complain.

Lan Xichen watched Wangji take Wei Wuxian away without hesitation, and envy welled up in his heart. He couldn't help but cast his gaze towards Chaoyang. Chaoyang was looking back at him with a playful look, his lips moving silently.

Lan Xichen heard it and asked, "Envy?"

Lan Xichen lowered his head, no longer meeting Chaoyang's gaze. He lowered his gaze, fiddling with the cup in his hands. Deep down, he was undoubtedly filled with envy. But he also knew that now was not the right time to publicly disclose his relationship with Chaoyang. Therefore, Lan Xichen could only suppress his emotions, hiding this envy and desire deep in his heart.

Qing Hengjun coughed lightly, then said in a calm tone: "It's getting late now, let's call it a day and meet again another day."

After hearing what Qingheng Jun said, Nie Mingjue, who was still surprised, blinked his eyes, then reacted and quickly agreed: "Well, yes, yes, it's really late, we really should go back and rest, rest!" After that, he saluted Qingheng Jun and Chaoyang, then dragged Nie Huaisang, who was still excited and reluctant to leave, and left the party together.