Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Lan Xichen's eyes were firm. He was not affected by the words of the inner demon "Chaoyang" at all. When the inner demon "Chaoyang" was unaware, he fell into the abyss with the inner demon "Chaoyang" together.

'A Chao, I will bring you back.'

Along the way, Lan Xichen was entangled in chains more than once, but relying on his deep obsession with Chaoyang, he broke free again and again, continuing to fall. Surrounded by endless darkness and chaos, it seemed as if it would swallow him up, but his heart held only Chaoyang, the lover he vowed to bring home.

Finally, when they were about to fall to the bottom of the abyss, Lan Xichen broke free from the chains, took the unconscious Chaoyang out, swam away into the distance, and finally disappeared in the distance.

Guiyuan Sect was very busy in the early morning. Disciples from various peaks began their day of practice and life. Some worked in the spiritual fields, planting various rare spiritual herbs; some were in the alchemy room, concentrating on refining pills; and some were in the arena, sparring with each other, or discussing scriptures.

No one slacked off.

In the guest room of Yunqing Peak, a figure lay quietly on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his breathing weak, as if he was about to ascend to heaven.

At that moment, a young man pushed the door open and walked in. He was dressed in a red shirt, his brow etched with deep worry. He slowly walked over to the bed, his gaze fixed on the pale, breathless boy, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

"Why aren't you awake yet?"

A clear voice rang out from behind the young man, "You said he was just an ordinary man, but you dropped him from the sky and hit him. If you hadn't given him the healing medicine in time, he would have died long ago. How could he wake up so soon?"

The young man in red responded, "Brother, I really didn't mean it. I never expected it to cause such a big noise." The young man in red scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

The young man on the bed still lay quietly, showing no signs of waking up. The young man in red sighed, his eyes filled with regret. He gently sat down on the bed and reached out to touch the young man's forehead. Feeling the faint warmth, his heart ached.

"Brother, do you think he will continue to sleep like this?" the young man in red asked in a soft voice, with a slight tremor in his voice.

The young man felt incredibly unlucky. He had just been flying down the mountain to buy food as usual, but he hadn't anticipated the presence of a demonic beast outside the sect. Trying to avoid the beast, he accidentally fell from his flying sword and struck a mortal.

The senior brother behind him shook his head, frowning: "Don't worry, the uncle said he is fine, just a little weak, he will be better after a while."

"Also, Master has instructed that you can only leave the mountain gate after you have mastered the flying of the sword."

The red-robed youth's expression grew serious upon hearing this, and he quickly nodded in response, "Yes, Senior Brother." He had just completed his foundation building and mastered the initial art of sword control, but he hadn't anticipated encountering such an emergency. His master had forbidden him from leaving, clearly out of concern for his protection.

The young man on the bed was still unconscious, as if he was in a deep dream. The young man in red sat beside the bed and touched his forehead. Feeling the faint body temperature, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

So weak, but so pretty.

The young man had already forgotten that he was once as weak as this young man. If his master had not brought him back to the sect, he would have died on the battlefield before he grew up.

"By the way, senior brother, have you found his family?" the young man in red turned around and asked.

"I've sent people to the surrounding towns to inquire, but no news has come back yet. However, no matter where he comes from, now that we've encountered him, we can't ignore him. Given that the once-in-a-decade disciple-taking ceremony is about to take place, Master speculates that this person may be here to take the test and seek to become a disciple."

The red-clothed youth nodded slightly upon hearing this, his gaze once again fixed on the young man on the bed, his mind pondering. He reached out and gently pulled up the corner of the young man's quilt, his movements gentle and careful, as if he was afraid of disturbing the young man's dreams.

"Brother, do you think he will blame me if he wakes up?" the young man in red asked in a low voice, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

The senior brother behind him was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke, "That depends on whether he can see your genuine repentance after he wakes up. After all, you didn't do it intentionally, and you lent a helping hand when he was in danger. Besides, if he truly wants to cultivate, giving him a chance would be considered compensation."

"Fine!"

The young man in red felt relieved when he heard this, but then he remembered something and frowned slightly: "But, Brother, what if he has no spiritual roots?"

The elder brother smiled and sighed softly, his tone revealing a hint of doting helplessness. He then raised his hand and gently tapped the boy's forehead: "You are such a fool! Didn't you notice that the medicines used by the elder brother are all spiritual medicines? How can someone without spiritual roots possibly withstand the power of spiritual medicines?"

The young man in red touched his forehead, a look of sudden realization flashing across his eyes, and then a reassuring smile appeared on his face. He turned to look at the still unconscious boy and said softly, "It seems he really does have spiritual roots. I wonder what kind of spiritual roots they are? Could they be fire-attributed like me?"

Hearing this, the senior brother also smiled. He walked over to the young man in red, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry about what kind of spiritual roots he has. The most important thing for him now is to get a good rest. When he wakes up, we'll check on him."

The young man in red nodded, his eyes once again falling on the young man on the bed, his eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity, and he prayed in his heart: "You must wake up soon, otherwise you will miss the ceremony."

Time passed day by day, and the disciples of Guiyuan Sect were still busy, but the young man in the guest room seemed to be forgotten by time, lying there quietly.

The young man in red would come to visit him every day, telling him some interesting stories from the mountain or sharing some of his experiences in cultivation.

The young man on the bed finally moved. His fingers trembled slightly, and his eyelids slowly opened. What came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling and the young man in red standing by the bed with a look of surprise on his face.

"You finally woke up!" the young man in red shouted excitedly, his voice full of joy.

The boy blinked in confusion, looking at everything around him, as if he didn't understand what was happening. Until he saw a familiar face, he hurriedly sat up, but felt dizzy. The boy in red quickly reached out to support him.

The young man suddenly grabbed the wrist of the young man in red tightly, hugged him tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ah...ah...Chao..."

The young man in red was somewhat bewildered by the sudden embrace. He froze in place, his hands hanging in the air, unsure how to respond. The young man's voice was hoarse and rapid, as if he was calling his name, but the words he spoke were unclear.

The young man in red was shocked. He knew me?

"You...you know me?" the red-dressed boy stammered, his face full of confusion. He carefully looked at the boy in his arms, trying to find a trace of familiarity on his face, but the boy's expression was nothing but confusion.

The young man seemed to realize his own mistake and quickly let go of the young man in red. He lowered his head and said in a trembling voice, "I'm...I'm sorry, I...I might have recognized the wrong person."

"A Chao doesn't recognize me?" A hint of disappointment flashed across the boy's eyes as he lowered his head, but it was quickly replaced by determination.