Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Chaoyang, originally named Lingchao, took his master's surname, symbolizing youthful vigor, agility, and endearing charm. He changed the name Chaoyang himself. Having lost his master and his brothers, Lingchao lived with their hopes, hence the name Chaoyang, a name that carries hope and vitality. He was no longer the boy who only acted coquettishly around his master and brothers.

"By the way, Master, where's Senior Brother? Why can't I see him?" Ling Chao looked around the hall. It seemed that the familiar figure was truly missing, and a sense of loss welled up in his heart. He remembered that when he returned home from an outing, Senior Brother was always the first to rush forward, checking if he was injured, his face full of concern.

When Ling Chao questioned the Spirit Beast Peak Master, his expression suddenly changed. Just as he was about to speak angrily, the Danfeng Peak Master swiftly slapped him on the leg. The Danfeng Peak Master stared sharply at the Spirit Beast Peak Master and gently warned, "Little Ling Chao just got back. Don't scare him." The Spirit Beast Peak Master felt a pang of pain and rubbed his leg. He glared at the Danfeng Peak Master in dissatisfaction, but could only hold back his anger, saying nothing more, and silently endured it.

Qingxu Jianzun's eyes dimmed slightly, then returned to normal. He stroked Ling Chao's head and said gently, "Your senior brother is in seclusion and is striving to reach the Spirit Severing Stage. When your senior brother comes out, he will be very pleased to see that his lovely little junior brother has become so outstanding."

Ling Chao's eyes flashed with disappointment when he heard this, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation. He nodded vigorously, as if telling himself to practice hard and give his brother a surprise when he came out of seclusion.

"Then Master, I am also going to retreat. I, your disciple, am also about to break through to the middle stage of the Golden Core. From now on, I will protect the sect together with my senior brother!"

Qingxu Jianzun looked at Ling Chao's serious expression and nodded with satisfaction, encouraging him, "Well done, our little Ling Chao is really ambitious. However, while retreat and cultivation are good, you can't rush for success. You've just returned from training, so you should rest for a while and adjust your condition before retreating."

Ling Chao was slightly taken aback when he heard this, but then he understood his master's good intentions. He looked at Qingxu Jianzun gratefully, nodded, and said, "Master, I understand. I will rest well first, then practice in seclusion."

"Master, fellow senior brothers, Achao will take his leave first." After saying that, he waved his hand and said goodbye.

The outside world.

"Sir, what is the matter that has brought me here?" Lan Xichen opened his eyes upon entering the secret realm to see a man whose face was blurred and whom he dared not look directly at. Before he could react, he was led to a water mirror.

In the water mirror, the picture slowly flowed, which was exactly the scene that happened to Ling Chao just now.

"What is this?" An ominous premonition welled up in Lan Xichen's heart. He stared at the image in the water mirror and exclaimed inwardly, it was Chaoyang in his youth.

The man spoke slowly, his voice low and mysterious: "Did you recognize me?"

Lan Xichen nodded solemnly, his heart filled with confusion and uneasiness: "Who exactly are you, Excellency? Why did you bring me to see this?"

The man smiled faintly and said nothing. "If you're eager to know the answer, keep following! You'll eventually find out."

As his words faded, the man's figure gradually faded, as if merging with the surrounding space, leaving only an elusive back. Lan Xichen wanted to question him, but found himself on an unfamiliar mirror, surrounded by a spiritual energy so dense it seemed to solidify into substance.

Lan Xichen glanced around, a wary feeling building in his heart. This wasn't a secret realm, but why had he suddenly appeared here? What was the real purpose of that mysterious man? Was he really just trying to show him the unrecognizable young man, Chaoyang, reflected in the water mirror?

Lan Xichen walked on the mirror, trying to find a way out, but no matter how hard he tried, he always returned to the starting point. He was surprised to find that his spiritual power seemed to be suppressed in some way and could not be used freely.

Lan Xichen had to relax his mind and focus on the scene reflected in the water mirror. While he appeared relaxed on the surface, the tightly gripped New Moon Sword betrayed his inner tension and vigilance. The image in the water mirror continued to shift, and Lan Xichen followed closely. Although he was unsure whether the young man in the picture was Chaoyang, he still didn't want to miss a single detail.

Lan Xichen wondered why the mysterious man had asked him to watch the boy here. As he watched, Lan Xichen recalled his conversation with the mysterious man. He wondered who he was, why he was so interested in Chaoyang, and why he had brought him here.

The images in the water mirror constantly shifted, and Lan Xichen's attention became intensely focused. Chaoyang in the image, also known as Ling Chao, was becoming increasingly mischievous, sneaking out of the sect to brothels to listen to music and drink, or teasing the sect's small spirit beasts, behaving like a completely dissolute young man. Ling Chao's behavior might seem frivolous, but he hadn't done anything indecent.

Moreover, Ling Chao never slacked off in his cultivation and always maintained a diligent attitude. Therefore, no one in the sect tried to overly restrict his behavior.

Later, Ling Chao learned that his senior brother had someone he loved. Even when no one supported him, he still stood firmly on his senior brother Ling Jin's side and gave him faith.

He witnessed Ling Chao's senior brother Ling Jin chasing that man, and witnessed Ling Chao getting to know that man's junior brother and becoming close friends. After a hundred years, Ling Chao also found the person who made his heart beat.

However, the mystery of emotions is always elusive.

Hundreds of years of entanglement caused Ling Chao's senior brother Ling Jin to become obsessed with love and obsessed with it, and he fell from being a respected son of heaven and the chief sword master to become a demon. The Guiyuan Sect, which was once the leader of the immortal sects, became a laughing stock of the righteous immortal sects, and the prestige of the sect plummeted to the bottom.

Lan Xichen also witnessed that the once cheerful and lively De Ling Chao, the recognized happy guy in the sect, no longer had a smile on his face, only... endless sorrow. He took on the heavy responsibility of the sect, as if overnight, he grew from a naughty boy to the backbone of Guiyuan Sect.

However, fate's twists and turns didn't last long. Both Ling Jin and Ling Chao were tragically targeted by demonic cultivators. Ling Chao's attacks, severing his meridians and nearly crippling his cultivation, led to a brutal massacre of the sect and rivers of bloodshed while Ling Jin, in the process of avenging his fellow apprentice, fell prey to a scheme by the demonic cultivators. It seemed fate had thrust both into a desperate situation where one of them was certain to die.

Ling Jin was wearing a bloodstained and torn robe, which was the trace left by him after he killed all the demon cultivators who besieged Guiyuan Sect. Ling Jin walked into Guiyuan Sect step by step.

"How dare you show up again!!" The disciples present roared in anger as they glared at the suddenly revealed Ling Jin. Former fellow disciples now drew their swords against each other, their eyes filled with resentment and alienation.

At that moment, Ling Jin's heart felt as if it were pierced by countless sharp blades, the pain unbearable. Looking at the still-untended remains of his fellow disciples, his heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, filled with regret and sorrow.