Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

That day, Chaoyang prepared a medicinal bath as usual after Wei Ying finished his classes for the day.

Chaoyang deftly placed various herbs into the medicine furnace. The fire flickered gently in the breeze, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance. As he worked, he would occasionally look up at Wei Ying, his eyes filled with worry.

Wei Ying sat cross-legged to the side, eyes closed, concentrating and regulating his breathing. After two months of diligent training, his cultivation had improved significantly, and he was only one step away from advancing to the Core Formation stage.

Chaoyang nodded, adjusted the temperature of the medicinal bath to the optimal state, and then gestured for Wei Ying to enter the bath. Wei Ying took a deep breath and slowly stepped into the bath. He immediately felt a warm air flow enveloping his body, as if he were in a hot spring.

"Uncle, are we going to the market tomorrow?" Wei Ying asked while sitting in the bathtub.

"Aying, do you want to go?" Chaoyang was putting spiritual herbs into the bathtub and replied casually.

"Uncle, have you forgotten? Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival!" Wei Ying's face was filled with an expectant smile, and his eyes were shining with festive joy.

Chaoyang was stunned. He suddenly realized that he hadn't properly celebrated Mid-Autumn Festival in a long time. It seemed as if the festival had lost its original meaning to him since his parents' divorce in his first life. In his second life, he had no family, and he devoted all his time and energy to cultivation and alchemy, almost forgetting that festivals even existed.

A few years ago, Wei Ying was still very young and didn't even know about the Mid-Autumn Festival, let alone celebrating it. He hadn't even thought about it, and if Ah Ying hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten it again this year.

Chaoyang smiled and said, "Yes, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, so we should celebrate it properly." He paused what he was doing, thought for a moment, and then said, "There should be a lot of good things at the market. We can go shopping and buy some ingredients to make a hearty dinner."

Wei Ying clapped his hands excitedly and stood up from the tub. Water droplets slid down his body, emitting a faint scent of spiritual herbs.

He quickly handed over a soft towel and gently warned, "Be careful not to catch a cold, don't rush out."

Wei Ying took the towel, dried himself, and changed into clean clothes. His eyes sparkled with anticipation for tomorrow's market, as if he could already see the dazzling array of stalls and all sorts of delicious ingredients.

"Uncle, can we buy some mooncakes tomorrow?" Wei Ying asked, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Of course," Chaoyang replied with a smile, "We can also buy some lanterns and colored lights to make the house more festive."

After hearing this, Wei Ying's smile became even brighter.

The next morning, Chaoyang and Wei Ying got up early and prepared to go to the market. Chaoyang prepared a small straw hat for Wei Ying to block the rising sun, while he himself put on his slightly old bamboo hat.

The market was bustling with activity. Stalls were filled with a wide variety of goods, from fresh produce to exquisite handicrafts. Wei Ying excitedly wandered through the crowd, stopping every now and then to curiously examine the various novelties.

Chaoyang followed behind Wei Ying, keeping an eye on his safety while selecting the right ingredients and festive items. He secretly sighed that although such a day was ordinary, it was full of warmth and happiness.

Finally, they bought a lot of food and decorations and returned home with a full load. After returning home, Chaoyang began to busy himself, preparing a sumptuous dinner, while Wei Ying helped him. The two talked and laughed, and they were very happy.

As night fell, a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting its brilliant moonlight. Chaoyang and Wei Ying set up a table in the yard, lit lanterns and colored lights, and decorated their home like a fairyland.

"Uncle, look, this lantern is so beautiful!" Wei Ying pointed to an exquisite lantern, his eyes sparkling with joy.

Chaoyang smiled and nodded, his heart filled with satisfaction and relief.

At this moment, the sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, the wind howled, and lightning tore through the sky. Witnessing this sudden and severe weather, Chaoyang stood up suddenly and exclaimed, "This is the Golden Core Tribulation!"

A flicker of nervousness crossed Wei Ying's face, but he quickly regained his composure. He looked up at the sky, his eyes gleaming with determination as he said, "Uncle, this is my Golden Core Tribulation."

Chaoyang was startled. He understood the dangers of the tribulation, that a single misstep could lead to annihilation. However, he also knew Wei Ying's talent and hard work, and knew this day would come, but he hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

Chaoyang could only take out various defensive magic weapons and healing pills that had been prepared long ago from the space and handed them all to Wei Ying to ensure that he could get the greatest protection during the tribulation.

"Aying, let's go to the back mountain first! It's too close to the village at the foot of the mountain." There was a hint of nervousness and concern in Chaoyang's voice.

Wei Ying nodded, knowing that his uncle's concern was out of love for him. The two of them quickly packed up everything and rushed towards the back mountain.

The air in the mountains behind was fresh and moist, the vegetation lush and green, and a peaceful atmosphere prevailed. Wei Ying stood on a flat boulder, took a deep breath, and adjusted himself. Chao Yang, not far away, had laid out a series of defensive formations, ensuring sufficient protection for Wei Ying should the calamity clouds descend.

"Uncle, thank you." Wei Ying turned his head, his eyes full of gratitude.

Chaoyang smiled slightly and patted Wei Ying's shoulder, "Aying, just focus on overcoming the tribulation, and leave the rest to your uncle."

Wei Ying nodded, a glint of determination in his eyes. He closed his eyes and began to circulate the spiritual energy within him, directing it to surge through his meridians. The clouds in the sky grew thicker, and lightning and thunder roared, as if everything in the world was trembling with fear of the impending catastrophe.

To achieve the Golden Elixir, cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage must endure the trials of thunder tribulations. The greater the number of thunder tribulations, the higher the quality of the resulting Golden Elixir. Golden Elixir quality is typically categorized into nine grades, with the highest being Grade Nine Golden Elixir. To reach this state, a cultivator must endure 4936 thunder tribulations, or four cycles of nine. After successfully surviving these thunder tribulations, the cultivator's spiritual energy is transformed into Golden Elixir, truly entering the ranks of Golden Elixir cultivators.

Finally, the first thunderbolt crashed down, tearing through the night sky like a giant silver snake. Wei Ying's body trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He gritted his teeth and continued to channel his spiritual energy, resisting the force of the thunderbolt.

Chaoyang watched all this nervously from a distance, holding the healing pill in his hand, ready to take action at any time. He knew that this was a battle against the heavens. Only by passing the thunder tribulation could Wei Ying truly enter the Golden Core Stage and truly become a member of the immortal cultivation.

Thunderbolts rained down one after another, and Wei Ying's body grew stronger under the baptism of lightning. His eyes were filled with unyielding determination, as if telling the heavens that he would never give in easily.

As the thunderstorm continued, Wei Ying's spiritual energy gradually condensed within his body, forming a small golden elixir. Under the baptism of thunder and lightning, this golden elixir continuously absorbed the power of heaven and earth, gradually becoming rounder and brighter.

"Thirty, six more to go." Chao Yang calculated silently in his mind, his eyes filled with nervousness and anticipation. As long as Wei Ying could successfully survive these last six tribulation thunders, he would truly achieve the ninth-grade golden elixir, the ultimate golden elixir.

Wei Ying's forehead was already covered in sweat, and his body trembled slightly under the impact of the thunder, but his will was as firm as a rock. With each thunderbolt, he gritted his teeth and met the challenge without flinching.

Finally, the final thunderbolt descended, like the roar of a god, shaking the entire valley with boundless might. Wei Ying's body was barely able to stand under the onslaught of lightning, but he clenched his fists, concentrating all his spiritual energy on his golden elixir.

"Aying, hold on!" Chaoyang shouted loudly from a distance, his eyes full of worry and encouragement.

Finally, the last bolt of lightning dissipated into the night sky, and Wei Ying's golden core completely solidified. He slowly opened his eyes, the light of the golden core gleaming in them, and his entire body exuded an unprecedented powerful aura.

"Success!" Chaoyang shouted excitedly, tears in his eyes.

Wei Ying slowly opened his eyes, filled with joy and pride. He looked down at his hands, feeling the round, bright golden elixir within him, and a sense of accomplishment filled his heart.

At this moment, spiritual rain suddenly fell from the sky. Wei Ying quickly sat cross-legged and began to absorb this heavenly water. Chao Yang felt a sense of relief as he watched Wei Ying regulate his breathing. He then pulled out various containers from his space, ready to catch this precious spiritual rain.

Chaoyang was thinking about preparing some spiritual food for Wei Ying later to replenish his strength. What they ate was not ordinary food, but was made from various rare spiritual objects. Every bite contained rich spiritual energy.

Wei Ying practiced his breathing, feeling the pulsation of the golden elixir within him, his spiritual energy coursing endlessly. He clearly felt the vast difference between the foundation-building stage and the golden elixir stage, realizing that he had already reached the early stages of the golden elixir stage.

He opened his eyes with joy, and what came into his sight was the rising sun guarding him.

"uncle!"

Seeing him smile so brightly, Chaoyang felt extremely relieved. "Congratulations, Ah Ying, on successfully forming your elixir. Let's go back, change clothes, and have a good rest. Uncle will prepare a delicious meal for you."

Wei Ying stood up, feeling the spiritual energy filling his body, his heart filled with longing for the future. He returned home with Chao Yang, bathed, and changed into clean clothes.

Chaoyang was busy in the kitchen, the fire blazing, the pots and pans creating a cheerful symphony of music. Wei Ying was helping out, the two chatting and laughing, the atmosphere warm and joyful.

"Uncle, let me help you." Wei Ying picked up a kitchen knife and cut the ingredients skillfully.

"Okay, Aying, you're getting better and better at cutting." Chaoyang looked at him approvingly, his eyes full of satisfaction.

Soon, a rich feast of spiritual food was placed on the table. The aroma filled the air, and the food was delicious. Wei Ying couldn't help but feel his appetite whetted as he looked at these delicious dishes.

"Uncle, the spiritual food you make is always so delicious." Wei Ying said with a smile.

"Haha, of course, this is specially prepared for you to celebrate your Dan formation." Chaoyang smiled proudly.

The two sat at the table, toasting to each other. Chaoyang looked at Wei Ying, his heart filled with pride and satisfaction. He knew that Wei Ying's future would be bright, and he would always be by his side, witnessing every moment of his growth.

"Uncle, thank you for your guidance and companionship." Wei Ying said sincerely.

"Aying, you are my proudest disciple." Tears flashed in Chaoyang's eyes. His uncle wished Aying a bright future and a worry-free life.

The two smiled at each other and drank together. Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, spreading across the yard, as if adding a bit of mystery and tranquility to this beautiful night.

After finishing their meal, the two of them sat quietly on a stone bench in the courtyard, enjoying the tranquility of the night. A gentle breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness, as if telling of the comfort of this night. At this time, the uncle turned his head, smiled and said to Ah Ying beside him: "Ah Ying, do you want to hear your uncle play a piece of dongxiao?"

Ah Ying raised her head, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and anticipation. She nodded and replied softly, "Uncle, you can also play a musical instrument!"

"Of course, this bamboo flute is still..." He didn't know what he was thinking about, and didn't say the rest. He just smiled slightly, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

Chaoyang took out an ancient flute from the storage bag and gently stroked the patterns on it, as if recalling the past.

This dongxiao was learned for that person, but in the end he never listened to it.

Chaoyang took a deep breath, brought the flute to his lips, and slowly played the first note. The note drifted through the night sky like a gentle breeze brushing through his heart, carrying with it a touch of sadness and endless longing.

Wei Ying listened quietly, feeling the emotions embedded in the notes, as if he could hear the unfinished story in his uncle's heart. The notes intertwined into a melodious melody in the night, like the sound of nature, purifying the soul.

When the song ended, Chaoyang put down his flute, a flicker of relief in his eyes. Wei Ying, on the other hand, was lost in the beautiful melody, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

"Uncle, this song is so beautiful. What's its name?" Wei Ying asked softly.

Chaoyang smiled slightly, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes: "This song is called "Moonlit Night Thoughts", which was composed by my uncle for an old friend."

"Uncle, who is that old friend?" Wei Ying asked curiously, his eyes flashing with a desire for a story.

Chaoyang was silent for a moment, as if recalling every detail of the past. Then, he slowly spoke, "Aying, that old friend was someone my uncle loved. But he didn't love me, he loved someone else."

After hearing this, Wei Ying felt an inexplicable surge of emotion. He could sense the deep affection and sadness in his uncle's words, as if the emotions contained in the song became even clearer at this moment.

"Uncle, he must be a very special person." Wei Ying said softly, his eyes full of sympathy and understanding for his uncle.

"Yes, he is indeed very special." A gentle light flashed in Chaoyang's eyes, "But, Aying, you don't have to worry about me. A long time has passed, and I have long accepted it all. Now, I just hope that you can grow up well and become the person you want to be." Chaoyang smiled and patted Wei Ying's shoulder, his eyes full of love and expectation.

Wei Ying nodded and secretly made up his mind to practice hard and live up to his uncle's expectations.

Chaoyang stood up and stretched. "Well, it's getting late. We should rest. We still have a lot to do tomorrow."

Wei Ying nodded and stood up: "Uncle, good night."

The two returned to their rooms and lay on their beds, their hearts filled with longing for the future. The moonlight outside the window was still like water, sprinkling in the yard, as if guarding this peaceful night.