Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Lan Wangji's body swayed slightly, but he caught Wei Wuxian firmly. The two of them smiled at each other, their tacit understanding and deep affection evident without words. Seeing this, the surrounding Lan family disciples cast their congratulatory glances, and the cruelty of the battlefield seemed to be melted by this warmth.

"Lan Zhan, I missed you so much." Wei Wuxian hugged Lan Wangji's neck tightly, buried his head in his shoulder, and his voice trembled slightly. Lan Wangji patted his back gently and responded tenderly: "Wei Ying, I missed you too."

Chaoyang led Meng Yao, Xue Yang and Fen Hua to walk behind, and his eyes were full of indulgence and blessings when he saw this scene.

At this moment, Nie Huaisang hurried over to Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, trying to stir up some trouble, but was met with a cold stare from Lan Wangji, freezing him in place. Wei Wuxian pointed at Nie Huaisang and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Nie Huaisang stamped his feet in anger, but only dared to stand two steps away from Wei Wuxian, waving his arms in silent protest.

Just as Xue Yang was about to join the booing crowd, he suddenly stopped, the smile on his face disappearing. His eyes were fixed on three figures not far away, especially the Taoist priest in white.

The Taoist priest held a whisk on his back and a long sword in his hand, the tip of his blade lightly touching the ground. A faint, gentle aura surrounded him, seemingly incompatible with the scorching summer heat. His face was thin, his eyes deep, and his brows revealed an otherworldly aura. Xue Yang's gaze lingered on him for a long time, a sarcastic smile curling his lips.

"Long time no see, Xiao Xingchen," Xue Yang whispered to himself.

Xiao Xingchen? This name was like a flash of lightning that pierced the calm surface of Xue Yang's heart, stirring up ripples. He had never expected to meet the person he had felt the most sorry for here.

Xiao Xingchen seemed to sense Xue Yang's gaze as well. He slowly turned his head and his eyes met Xue Yang's. Both of their eyes contained complex emotions, as if they had a thousand words to say but didn't know where to begin.

A flicker of surprise flashed across Xiao Xingchen's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He sighed softly, as if lamenting the fate of his fate. Xue Yang stared at him intently, his gaze filled with both guilt and a subtle hint of love.

"Ayang." Meng Yao also noticed the three people, tugged at Xue Yang's sleeve, and said worriedly.

Xue Yang turned and gently shook his head to Meng Yao, signaling that he was fine. However, his eyes revealed an unspoken sorrow. He knew that there was no future between him and Xiao Xingchen, so he chose to let go. Then, he gazed at Xiao Xingchen again, as if to engrave that figure in his heart forever.

"Let's go." Xue Yang turned and said to Meng Yao and Fen Hua.

Meng Yao and Fen Hua stared at Xue Yang, their eyes filled with worry. However, given Xue Yang's statement, they refrained from further comment. They trusted Xue Yang to handle his affairs properly. Thus, the three continued to follow Chao Yang, heading towards their own territory.

Xiao Xingchen stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on Xue Yang, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He didn't look away until Xue Yang and the other two gradually disappeared. He turned around and shook his head at his two companions, Ah Qing and Song Zichen, "It's okay."

The three of them continued on their journey, but Xiao Xingchen's heart was still lingering. The past life's entanglement haunted him like a nightmare, unable to let go. He thought he hated it!

Ah Qing and Song Zichen noticed that something was wrong with Xiao Xingchen. They stayed by his side silently, without words, but expressed their support and understanding with actions.

The three continued to move towards the entrance of the secret realm. Their figures gradually lengthened in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if foreshadowing the beginning of a new journey.

At the entrance to the secret realm, Qing Hengjun, Nie Mingjue, Wen Ruohan, and Chaoyang exchanged silent greetings in tacit understanding, observing the commotion around them.

Chaoyang's gaze inadvertently swept over Lan Xichen, lingering on his wrist for a moment before turning to Qinghengjun, Nie Mingjue, and Wen Ruohan, continuing his conversation. However, a smile flickered in his eyes, and the atmosphere around him softened.

To facilitate his exploration of the secret realm, Lan Xichen opted for a simple, tightly cinched-sleeve outfit, rather than a wide robe. Despite the tight cuffs, a hint of red still peeked through the edges. As if sensing Chaoyang's gaze, Lan Xichen awkwardly pulled his sleeves down, concealing the pattern on his wrist.

Disciples from various schools and independent practitioners found familiar friends, gathered in groups of three or five to reminisce about the past and enjoy a rare relaxing time.

As they talked, the light at the entrance to the secret realm grew increasingly dazzling, as if a mysterious force was beckoning everyone. Disciples from various schools and independent cultivators suited up and prepared to enter the secret realm.

Following Chaoyang's command, everyone stepped into the secret realm and began this unknown adventure.