Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

The morning sun shone through the curtains onto Wei Ying's face, waking him from his deep sleep. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, his heart filled with anticipation for the new day.

Wei Ying walked to the window, opened it, and was greeted by a burst of fresh air. He took a deep breath, feeling the surge of spiritual energy within him, and a sense of pride welled up in his heart. Reaching the early stages of the Golden Core stage was a brand new beginning for him.

"Uncle, good morning." Wei Ying turned around and saw that Chaoyang had already prepared breakfast. The table was filled with various spiritual fruits and spiritual foods.

"Aying, good morning." Chaoyang responded with a smile, his eyes full of love. "Today we are going to the Sword Pavilion to choose a sword that suits you."

Wei Ying's eyes flashed with excitement when he heard this. The Sword Pavilion was where his uncle kept a collection of various magical weapons, and each sword contained powerful spiritual power.

After breakfast, the two went to the Space Sword Pavilion together.

Finally, they arrived at the gate of Jiange. The massive stone door was engraved with ancient runes, emitting faint spiritual fluctuations. Chaoyang gently pushed, and the stone door slowly opened, revealing a deep passage.

Entering the Sword Pavilion, Wei Ying was immediately stunned by the sight before him. Countless swords of various shapes and forms were suspended in the air, emitting brilliant light, as if telling their own legends.

"Uncle, these swords are so beautiful." Wei Ying exclaimed.

"Yes, every sword has its own unique spirit and story." Chaoyang nodded, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes. "Aying, take your time to choose and find the sword that resonates with you."

Wei Ying nodded and began to search carefully in the Sword Pavilion. He walked past the rows of sword racks, feeling the spiritual energy emanating from each sword, searching for the sword that belonged to him.

But even after walking from beginning to end, Wei Ying still couldn't find his sword. He couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, and looked back at Chaoyang with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Zhao Yang saw through his thoughts and said with a smile, "Aying, don't worry. The fate between a sword and a person takes time to find. Perhaps you can try to calm down and listen to the voice of your heart."

Wei Ying nodded, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed his mind. He began to walk slowly in the Sword Pavilion, carefully feeling the spiritual energy fluctuations of each sword.

Suddenly, he felt a faint pull, as if a sword was calling him. Wei Ying opened his eyes and followed the pull to a corner of the Sword Pavilion.

There, an ancient longsword quietly floated in the air, its blade emitting a faint blue light, as if telling its ancient story. Wei Ying approached, reached out his hand, and gently stroked the blade.

"Uncle, this is the sword!" Wei Ying said excitedly.

Chaoyang walked over and looked at the sword, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Aying, this sword is called 'Blue Moon'. It is an extremely rare water-attributed divine sword in the Sword Pavilion. It was once the sword of a sword cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Later, that sword cultivator disappeared, and the sword also disappeared from people's sight. I didn't expect it to be here."

Wei Ying's eyes sparkled with excitement: "Uncle, this sword really connects with my soul."

"Aying, this sword is of water attribute, but you are of fire attribute. This seems a bit counterintuitive." Chaoyang frowned slightly, but soon revealed a smile. "However, since you have a connection with it, your uncle will reforge this sword after we leave."

Chaoyang gently stroked the blade of the Blue Moon sword, as if conversing with an old friend. He pondered for a moment, then said to Wei Ying, "Aying, since you have a connection with this sword, your uncle will do his best to integrate it with your spiritual power. However, this will take some time. Are you willing to wait?"

Wei Ying nodded without hesitation: "Uncle, I am willing to wait. I believe that this sword will become my best friend."

Chaoyang smiled with satisfaction, his eyes full of admiration for Wei Ying. "Good boy, you have such patience and determination. You will definitely achieve great things in the future. Now, let's go back. We need to prepare for sword forging."

After the two left the Sword Pavilion, Chaoyang began to prepare the materials needed for sword-making. He knew very well how precious the "Blue Moon" sword was, so he did not dare to be careless.

In the days that followed, Chaoyang and Wei Ying worked together to prepare for the sword-making process. Wei Ying also practiced even harder during this time, hoping to be able to better wield the divine sword.

Finally, the day for sword forging arrived. Chaoyang brought Wei Ying to a secluded valley, his designated place for forging weapons. The valley was filled with rich spiritual energy, and the surrounding mountain walls were engraved with ancient formations, as if guarding this mysterious land.

"Aying, today you will witness the birth of a magic sword." Chaoyang said to Wei Ying with a smile, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

Wei Ying nodded, his heart filled with excitement and anticipation. He watched his uncle expertly toss the Blue Moon into the furnace. Fueled by his uncle's spiritual power, the crimson fire within instantly grew intensely blazing, seemingly capable of consuming everything. Yet, the soft, pale blue sword remained unharmed amidst the flames, as if undergoing a transformation.

Beads of sweat gradually formed on Chaoyang's forehead as he concentrated on controlling the flames, constantly adjusting the temperature. Wei Ying stood by, holding his breath, not daring to make a single sound, for fear of disturbing his uncle's sword-refining process.

At this time, Chaoyang took out a pile of red crystals from the side and was about to melt them into the sword in the furnace.

"You are really willing to give it up. That is the ten thousand year old fire crystal, my companion mineral crystal. Are you really going to give me to that child?" At this time, a voice sounded in Chaoyang's mind.

"Samadhi True Fire? Are you awake?" Chao Yang was slightly startled, then smiled and replied, "I'm willing to give it up, of course I can't. After all, this child is my most beloved nephew. He has a connection with Blue Moon, so naturally I must prepare the best for him. Moreover, this sword means a lot to A Ying, and I hope it can become his most powerful companion."

"Hmph, you old man, you're still so generous." The voice was teasing, yet also revealed a hint of warmth. "However, since you've made up your mind, I won't be stingy. I'll wait for you to bring him to see me."

Wei Ying watched his uncle communicating with the mysterious voice, his heart filled with curiosity, but he also understood that there were some things that he could not understand at the moment.

Time passed quietly during the sword-making process, the flame in the furnace gradually became softer, and the light of the "Blue Moon" sword became more and more dazzling.

Finally, when the last flame died, Chaoyang slowly lit the furnace. The "Blue Moon" sword floated quietly in the air, its blue and red lights shimmering in harmony, as if imbued with boundless power. The runes on the sword swirled, emitting a mysterious aura.

"Uncle, is this sword really forged?" Wei Ying asked excitedly.

Chaoyang nodded, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Aying, this sword will fuse water and fire in the future. You can use it to unleash water and fire attacks. It will become your most powerful ally."

"Aying, come and recognize your master. Once you do so, this sword will belong exclusively to you. It will become your natal sword." Chaoyang said seriously.

Chaoyang smiled and said, "Aying, close your eyes, concentrate, and let your spiritual power completely merge with the sword to conquer it."

Wei Ying stepped forward, his heart filled with anticipation. He reached out and gently touched the hilt of the Blue Moon Sword, feeling a warm current flowing from the blade into his body. As if responding to his touch, the sword emitted a crisp chime.

Wei Ying closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and focused all his attention on connecting with the Blue Moon Sword. He felt a powerful force surge within him, as if resonating with the sword's spiritual energy. His spiritual energy flowed like tiny streams, slowly blending into the sword, becoming one with it. Wei Ying followed his instructions, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and completely immersed himself in this miraculous fusion. He felt his spiritual energy gradually intertwining with the sword's spiritual energy, as if some mysterious connection had been established between them.

As his spiritual energy merged, Wei Ying felt his mind and the sword becoming increasingly connected, as if the sword had become a part of him. He could feel every subtle tremor of the sword, as if he could hear its heartbeat.

A moment later, Wei Ying opened his eyes and saw the Blue Moon Sword glow even brighter. The runes on the sword seemed to come alive, radiating an even more dazzling light. He gently swung the sword and felt a powerful force surge through his body.

"Uncle, I feel it. There is no barrier between me and it anymore." Wei Ying opened his eyes, with a determined light flashing in them.

Chaoyang nodded with satisfaction. "Aying, now that you have successfully acknowledged Blue Moon as your master, this sword is yours. It will accompany you on your future path of cultivation. Remember, a sword is not just a weapon, but an extension of your soul. You must cherish it and let it become the sharp blade that protects your loved ones."

He continued, "Aying, uncle, I didn't make a scabbard for you. Do you know why?"

Wei Ying was slightly stunned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he shook his head.

Chaoyang smiled faintly, his eyes gleaming with a deep light. "Aying, in the world of immortal cultivation, sword cultivators don't have scabbards. A divine weapon doesn't have a scabbard. This is because a sword cultivator's sword is connected to heaven and earth, and is integrated with the soul. A scabbard will only restrain its power and limit its growth. So you yourself are the scabbard of the sword."

After hearing this, Wei Ying's mind suddenly became clear. He understood his uncle's profound meaning. A sword cultivator's sword is more than just a weapon; it's an extension of the soul, a bridge connecting heaven and earth. He took a deep breath, feeling the power within him merging with the Blue Moon Sword, as if he and the divine sword had become one.

Chaoyang looked at Wei Ying, his eyes filled with relief. "Aying, when you don't need the sword in the future, place it in your dantian to nurture it. This will help it transform sooner. It will also allow the connection between you and the sword to become closer and closer."

Wei Ying nodded, his heart filled with anticipation for the future. He knew that from now on, this "Blue Moon" sword would be his most solid companion on his path of cultivation.

Chaoyang looked at Wei Ying, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes. "Aying, you've made the sword recognize its master. Do you want to change the name of this sword?"

Wei Ying pondered for a moment, a surge of respect and affection for the divine sword welling up in his heart. He slowly spoke, "Uncle, the name 'Blue Moon' is inextricably linked to this sword. It carries the bond between us. I think it should remain that name."

Chaoyang smiled and nodded: "Okay, then let 'Blue Moon' continue to accompany you and witness your growth.

"Uncle, what exactly is your weapon? I have always been curious because I have never seen the weapon you use with my own eyes." Wei Ying asked with anticipation in his eyes.

Chaoyang was startled at the words, then reacted. He took out the Canyun Umbrella, which had been stored in the Dan Mansion, and handed it to Ah Ying. "This umbrella is called Canyun. It has been with me for many years, witnessing the ups and downs of my cultivation. However, during my uncle's last tribulation, I was injured and have been sleeping to recover." Chaoyang spoke slowly, a glint of memory in his eyes. Chaoyang gently stroked the Canyun Umbrella, as if caressing a long-lost memory.

Wei Ying took the Canyun Umbrella and felt an ancient and mysterious aura emanating from it. The umbrella was painted with intricate patterns, as if it held endless stories. He gently stroked the umbrella, feeling a cool breeze coursing through his fingertips.

"Uncle, is there anything special about this umbrella?" Wei Ying asked curiously.

Chaoyang smiled faintly, his eyes gleaming with a profound light. "Aying, this Canyun Umbrella is not only a weapon, but also a treasure that can store and release the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. In battle, it can provide me with a constant supply of spiritual energy, allowing me to gain an advantage in protracted battles. Moreover, it has the ability to transform in countless ways, able to change form at will to adapt to various combat environments."

After hearing this, Wei Ying's eyes flashed with surprise: "Uncle, this umbrella is so magical!"

Chaoyang nodded and continued, "Aying, the path to immortality is full of unknowns and challenges. Every weapon has its own unique value and significance. The Blue Moon sword in your hand and the Canyun umbrella in my hand are both our companions on the road of cultivation. You must learn to communicate with them and understand their characteristics in order to better unleash their power."

Wei Ying nodded seriously and secretly made up his mind to practice sword skills when he returned so that he could better control the magic sword in his hand.

Chaoyang retracted the remaining rhyme and asked Wei Ying, "Aying, remember what your uncle said you would be rewarded after you formed your elixir?"

Wei Ying's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he quickly hugged Chao Yang and replied, "Uncle, of course I remember. You said that when I successfully formed my elixir, you would reward me with a strange fire."

Chaoyang smiled and nodded, with a loving light in his eyes: "I thought Aying had forgotten! I didn't even plan to give it to you."

Upon hearing this, Wei Ying's eyes flashed with surprise, and he hurriedly said, "Uncle, how could I possibly forget! I will always remember what you said."