Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Elsewhere, Lan Wangji also fought bloody battles on the battlefield. The Bichen Sword in his hand shone brightly, and each strike was accompanied by a frost and ice force, which frightened the surrounding monsters. However, even a being as powerful as Lan Wangji could not completely withstand the monsters' frenzied attacks. In the continuous battle, his clothes were stained with blood, and his body was covered with wounds.

At that moment, a small pigeon, also carrying a small red bag, flew towards him with difficulty through the flames of battle. Lan Wangji, who had keenly noticed the arrival of the pigeon during the battle, had a sharp look in his eyes and swung his sword to kill the surrounding monsters that tried to stop the pigeon.

The little pigeon finally landed safely on Lan Wangji's shoulder. It gently shook off the dust, as if to show off its successful journey through the flames of war. Lan Wangji carefully removed the small red bag from the pigeon's back, a strange surge of anticipation welling up in his heart. He slowly opened the bag, revealing a letter handwritten by Wei Ying.

"Lan Zhan, do you like the jade pendant? I made it myself. There's also an ice-type natal sword marrow in the jade pendant. Lan Zhan, you don't know how much I had to beg my uncle for this sword. At the time, I was also worried about why I had to refine the ice-type natal sword marrow. I didn't expect that I would need it now. It seems that there is a will in the world. Remember to acknowledge it with your blood, so that it can automatically merge with your Bichen Sword. I hope it can accompany you and protect you on my behalf. Everything is fine on my side, don't worry."

Lan Wangji clutched the letter tightly, his fingertips gently caressing the paper, as if he could feel Wei Ying's warmth. His gaze became firm yet gentle, and a subtle smile curved his lips. He kept the letter close to his body, as if it were his most precious treasure.

He tilted his head to the little pigeon on his shoulder and whispered a thank you, "Thank you." Then he prepared to return to the battlefield. As he was about to turn around, the little pigeon hooked its claws on his collar.

The little pigeon cooed, tilting its head to one side, as if to ask, "Is this the end? Aren't you going to write a reply? If I fly back empty-handed, my little master might rub my feathers until they're bare, and I don't want that! I must write a reply."

Lan Wangji shook his head helplessly. He knew the little pigeon's personality well. It was exactly like Wei Ying's: stubborn yet clever. Finding a pen and ink on the battlefield was impossible, so he decided to follow Lan Xichen's example. He tore off a piece of his shirt and, using his own blood, quickly wrote a few words on it: "I like you. Everything is fine. Don't worry."

After stuffing the brief reply back into the small red envelope, Lan Wangji gently placed it on the pigeon's back. The pigeon was quite satisfied with the reply. It flapped its wings gently, making a "coo" sound as if to express its gratitude, and then flew high, crossing the flames of war, flying towards Wei Ying's direction.

Chaoyang was busy until late at night before he finally had time to read the letter the little pigeon had brought back. When he opened the small red packet and took out the blood-stained, cloud-patterned cloth, his heart tightened. Was he injured? He hurriedly untied the cloth and carefully unfolded it for inspection.

I am fine.

The handwriting was illegible, clearly written in a hurry, but the strokes were powerful, indicating he was truly alright. Chaoyang breathed a sigh of relief and placed the cloth back on the table. He channeled his divine power into the bloodstains on the cloth with his right hand, and the dark red slowly began to glow a pale green. Chaoyang's eyes widened. It was Lan Xichen's blood. An inexplicable tension and worry welled up in Chaoyang's heart.

After he and Lan Xichen intertwined, his spiritual energy, like the rosy rose flower, permeated Lan Xichen's entire body, acting as his signature. This intermingling of spiritual energy allowed Chaoyang to sense Lan Xichen's presence. To a certain extent, as long as their strength was comparable, they could even sense each other's emotions and states through this spiritual connection.

However, Chaoyang had never felt this way before. After all, they always needed to give each other space to be free. But this time, in order to reassure him, Chaoyang had to do it.

Chaoyang closed his eyes and tried to feel Lan Xichen's condition through this connection, but the result was pretty good. Although he was injured, it was not serious and was within Chaoyang's acceptable range.

But Chaoyang's face still turned cold, and his deep black eyes were filled with turbulent emotions. Those monsters were too annoying. They finally came into the world, so why couldn't they stay in their own territories and cultivate well? Why did they run into the town for no reason, causing panic among the people and disturbing the monks.

But Chaoyang also knew that this was the sin of mankind itself, and that it was inevitable that the beast tide had to be experienced, and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

Chaoyang sighed, his gaze falling on the letter on the table again. A helpless smile crossed his eyes, and his finger gently poked the word "Huan". He was really stubborn. He didn't write to him, and now he chose to hide it even though he was hurt. He really deserved to be scolded.

Chaoyang sent letters to Nie Mingjue, Qinghengjun and Wen Ruohan, speeding up the construction of the protective formation. Guiyuan Sect would take care of all the main materials, and all disciples of Guiyuan Sect would be mobilized, including the alchemists and medical practitioners of Wen Qing's lineage.

Xue Yang, Meng Yao, Nie Huaisang, Fen Hua, and Wei Wuxian all withdrew from the front lines and devoted themselves to the construction of the town's defense array. Their comprehensive knowledge of everything not only sped up construction but also reduced material waste, saving time and avoiding unnecessary damage.

Chaoyang, who remained on the front lines, became increasingly ruthless. Wherever he went, no matter if it was an evil spirit or a demonic beast, they would die.

Clad in a scarlet battle suit, seemingly unscathed, he was in fact completely saturated with the blood of the demonic beasts. Every time he returned from a fierce battle, he left a blood-stained trail in his wake, and the air around him was filled with an even stronger scent of blood.

With the financial support of Guiyuan Sect and Chaoyang's crazy attack, the impact of the world upgrade finally gradually stabilized as Chaoyang wished.

Lan, Nie, Wen, and the Guiyuan Sect members finally reunited in Yunmeng. This was a gathering of extraordinary significance. They were able to gather here because the first entrance to a secret realm had appeared in Yunmeng. This news attracted the attention and interest of all parties like a magnet.

As soon as Wei Wuxian saw Lan Wangji, he ran towards him happily and jumped onto his back.