Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

That day, Chaoyang, Wei Ying, and Yan entered the Yunmeng region. After a day of traveling, they found an inn to rest and eat. Upon entering, they were greeted by the innkeeper, whose warmth was like a blazing fire.

"Dear guests, welcome to our shop! Please come in, please come in." The boss greeted them warmly and personally arranged a table by the window for them.

Chaoyang smiled and nodded, motioning Wei Ying and Yan to sit down. As soon as the three of them sat down, the boss quickly brought several pots of hot tea and several plates of exquisite side dishes.

"Dear guests, this is a specialty of our Yunmeng, please try it." The boss introduced with a smile.

Wei Ying picked up a piece of the dish, took a bite, and his eyes immediately lit up. "Hmm, it tastes really good!" he praised.

"Haha, as long as you like it." The boss smiled with satisfaction and turned to greet other guests.

Looking out the window at the scenery in the morning sun, I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. The scenery in Yunmeng is so picturesque, with mountains and water complementing each other, it makes people linger.

"Uncle, where are we going next?" Wei Ying asked curiously.

Chaoyang pondered for a moment and replied, "Let's rest in the inn for one night. We'll ask around tomorrow to see where the evil spirit is."

Yan nodded in agreement. "Okay, then let's take a break and recharge our batteries."

The three of them returned to their rooms to rest.

The next morning, the sun shone warmly as Wei Ying and Yan had breakfast together in the lobby. As they were enjoying their breakfast, they suddenly heard someone talking nearby, their tone revealing a hint of gloating.

"Have you heard? Another fierce quarrel broke out between Madam Yu and Sect Leader Jiang!"

"The information you mentioned is outdated. Who in Yunmeng doesn't know about this now?" The man's eyes suddenly flashed, and he leaned forward slightly, asking with great curiosity, "Brother, do you have any latest news?"

"Have you heard the latest rumors?"

The man replied, "Isn't it just that Sect Master Jiang went out to look for the child again, and Madam Yu and Sect Master Jiang got into an argument again?"

"No, the situation this time is different," the man said mysteriously. "I heard that Sect Master Jiang intends to take the child he found as his chief disciple. As a result, the atmosphere in Lotus Pier has become tense, with small arguments every three days and major ones every five days. Sect Master Jiang considers himself a manly man and disdains to argue with her, but Madam Yu has become increasingly suspicious. She suspects that Sect Master Jiang and Cangse Sanren are having a secret affair, and even believes that the child is Sect Master Jiang's illegitimate child."

Chaoyang's brow furrowed slightly upon hearing these words, a hint of displeasure on his face. Wei Ying, unable to contain himself, stood up and angrily walked towards the two whispering people. Seeing this, Yan quickly grabbed Wei Ying's sleeve and whispered, "Aying, calm down. Let's not make things complicated. Let's listen to what they're saying first."

Wei Ying replied, "But they're spreading rumors about my parents. How could I resist?" His voice was thick with anger and resentment. Chao Yang looked at Wei Ying, a flicker of worry in his eyes. He knew Wei Ying's temper well, but at this moment, impulsiveness would only lead to more trouble. Chao Yang knew that if Wei Ying really lost control, it could lead to a greater conflict and even affect his plans. So, Chao Yang offered words of persuasion.

"Aying, I know you're angry, but we can't act impulsively right now," Chaoyang said in a deep voice. "We need to calm down and handle this rationally. If we confront them now, it might make things worse. Why don't we wait and see what they're up to?"

Wei Ying took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew Chao Yang had a point, but he still couldn't stand the baseless slander against his parents. Despite this, he decided to follow his uncle's advice and suppress his anger for the time being. "A Ying, calm down," Chao Yang whispered. "Now is not the time to act rashly. We need more information."

He understood that his uncle's words made sense. Wei Ying took a deep breath, barely suppressing the anger in his heart, nodded, and sat back in his seat.

"Uncle, are we really going to sit back and do nothing?" Wei Ying asked in a low voice, a hint of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

Chaoyang smiled slightly, a deep light flashing in his eyes. He replied softly, "Aying, we are not sitting idly by. We are going to win by wits. The most important thing now is to understand the situation and find the right time to take action. Otherwise, we will only be in a passive position."

Is it that he doesn't want to take action? Actually, no.

Deep down, Chaoyang longs to attack the Jiang family. However, Chaoyang cannot do so at the moment, and the Jiang family cannot disappear at the moment.

After all, the merits accumulated by the Jiang family's ancestors still protect the entire family.

He was not anxious. He knew that as long as Madam Yu was around, the Jiang family's merits would be exhausted sooner or later. Whenever he recalled the scene in his previous life, when the Jiang family had been absorbing the merits of Wei Changze's family of three to protect themselves, Chaoyang's heart was filled with anger. Chaoyang silently calculated in his heart. When the Jiang family's merits in this life were exhausted, he would definitely have fun with this Jiang family~~~

Wei Ying nodded, understanding that his uncle was right. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, and began to listen carefully to the conversation between the two whispering people.

"I heard that the child that Sect Leader Jiang specially found this time is extremely talented, even better than Young Sect Leader Jiang. That's why Madam Yu is so strongly opposed to it." One of them lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

"Hmph, Sect Master Jiang is really asking for trouble. He already has Young Sect Master Jiang, yet he's still looking for a senior disciple." Another person curled his lips in disdain, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"You don't understand. Sect Master Jiang wants to train a more outstanding disciple who can assist Young Sect Master Jiang and become his right-hand man in the future." The man also lowered his voice and explained mysteriously, "However, I heard that the child has a stubborn personality and is difficult to tame. Madam Yu has already given him a good lesson."

Wei Ying couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness when he heard these words. He looked up at the rising sun, and immediately realized that the child had been brought back to the Jiang family because of him and had suffered all sorts of harm. He pleaded with his uncle, "Uncle, please, save that child! The Jiang family will kill him."

Chaoyang looked at Wei Ying and said softly, "Aying, let's not rush. Let's first understand the child's situation before deciding how to act. After all, we can't intervene rashly, otherwise it might attract the attention of the Jiang family."

Wei Ying nodded. Although he was anxious, he knew that his uncle's consideration was correct.

"Uncle, what should we do next?" Wei Ying asked.

"Let's first find out about the child's specific situation and see if he really needs help." Chaoyang replied after a moment of contemplation. "If he's really in danger, we'll help him."

Yan also nodded in agreement. "That's right. Knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles. We must first understand the situation before we can make the right decision."

Wei Ying expressed his agreement with his uncle and Yan's plan.

The three of them left the inn and began to inquire about the child in Yunmeng. They asked cautiously, trying not to arouse suspicion.

After some effort, they finally got some useful information.

Because that child was accepted as the eldest disciple, Madam Yu was extremely dissatisfied with this, believing that his existence would threaten her son's status, so she made things difficult for him. Now he was imprisoned in the Jiang family ancestral hall as punishment.

After hearing this, Wei Ying became even more anxious.

When they arrived at the Jiang Family Ancestral Hall, the child had already been kneeling in the cold for a day and a night. Due to the lack of proper care for his wounds, he endured the pain and cold, and eventually developed a high fever. He lay on the ground, unconscious.

Chaoyang looked at the frail child in front of him, and a wave of pity welled up in his heart. He gently walked over and carefully held him in his arms. However, his body was covered in wounds, and despite Chaoyang's caution, he couldn't help but groan in pain. He whispered to Wei Ying and Yan, "Aying, let's take him away. If we don't treat him, he'll die."

Wei Ying nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "Uncle, hold him, and let's go."

Yan Ze looked around cautiously, making sure no one from the Jiang family noticed their movements. He whispered, "We have to hurry. We can't let anyone from the Jiang family find us."

As he was leaving, Yan suddenly turned to look at the Jiang family tablets that filled the room. He said, "A family of chivalrous men could even scheme against a mere child. You deserve your downfall!" With that, he swung a ball of fire, setting the entire ancestral hall ablaze. Flames shot up into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the entire Jiang family ancestral hall was reduced to ashes in the blazing flames.

Wei Ying and Yan followed Chaoyang's footsteps and quickly left with the injured child in their arms.

Along the way, Wei Ying looked back from time to time to check on the child's condition, his heart filled with worry.

The fire at the Jiang Family Ancestral Hall garnered widespread attention. After all, the fire ignited by Yan Fang was truly extraordinary; it was the Three Flames True Fire. Despite the Jiang Family's disciples' desperate attempts to extinguish the flames, water could not extinguish them, ultimately leading to the complete destruction of the Jiang Family Ancestral Hall.

After returning to the inn, Chaoyang immediately treated the child's wound and let him lie down to rest, while Wei Ying and Yan assisted.

After careful care, the child's fever gradually subsided, and his breathing became steady. Looking at the child's pale face, Chaoyang secretly made up his mind that raising two children wouldn't make a difference with this one. But he didn't know it was not three, but six. Of course, he didn't know it now.

The next morning, Chaoyang woke the child up and asked softly, "Child, what's your name?"

The child opened his eyes, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes, but after seeing the concerned looks of Chaoyang, Wei Ying, and Yan, he whispered back, "I don't remember. They all say my name is Wei Ying, but my heart tells me that it's not that name."

Chaoyang was shocked when he heard this. He knew the child must be feeling unspeakable pain and confusion. He gently comforted her, "Don't worry, child. You're safe here. We won't force you to do anything. Just rest and recover."

Wei Ying looked at the child, a glint of sympathy in his eyes. He asked softly, "Do you really remember nothing? Is there anything in particular, or anyone, that feels familiar to you?"

The child shook his head, a look of confusion in his eyes. "I only remember some blurry images, but they are all fragments that cannot be pieced together into a complete memory."

Yan listened from the side, and a trace of pity welled up in his heart. He said softly, "Child, don't be impatient. Take your time. Maybe one day, you will remember everything."

Chaoyang nodded in agreement. "Yes, the most important thing now is to get your body back to health. Once you're well, we'll slowly help you regain your memory."

Lotus Pier was now engulfed in flames, and the Jiang family's attempts to conceal the situation were futile. The residents of Yunmeng were not blind to the flames; the blazing flames even dyed half the sky red. Rumors about the Jiang family spread rapidly.

Jiang Fengmian felt dizzy. Not only did he have to quell the rumors swirling against the Jiang family, he also had to rebuild the ancestral hall destroyed by the fire. He also had to appease his wife and disciples, wishing he could transform into eight people to handle all this. Even at this critical juncture, Yu Ziyuan refused to give up, launching a high-profile search for a traitor within the Lotus Pier, insisting that collusion between insiders and outsiders had led to the burning of the ancestral hall. Resentment arose within the Lotus Pier, and dissatisfaction with Jiang Fengmian grew.

Why didn't anyone look for the child in the ancestral hall? The reason was simple. The Jiang family ancestral hall had been reduced to ashes, completely destroyed. No one witnessed the child escape from the ancestral hall during the fire. Therefore, everyone naturally assumed that the child had perished in the fire and was no longer alive.

Even Jiang Fengmian didn't care. To him, all of this seemed like a trivial matter. After all, in his eyes, the child was just a fake, and he hadn't even become a disciple and was not listed in the family tree, so he didn't need to care about it.

However, the people of Yunmeng were talking about it in the streets and alleys, and the rumor was spreading that Sect Master Jiang's eldest disciple had died in a fire. It seemed that no one really cared about the child's fate.

Upon receiving the news, the Lan, Nie, and Jin families also expressed their concern about the matter. Lan Qiren, upon learning of Wei Ying's death, simply frowned and, after a moment's hesitation, asked, "When will the funeral be held?"

The disciple replied softly, "The funeral hasn't been arranged yet, and there's no definite news from the Jiang family yet."

Lan Qiren nodded, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "Forget it, let's go!"

However, the truth was quite different. The child, nominally Sect Master Jiang's eldest disciple, was not dead as rumored. Instead, he lay on a bed in an inn, his breathing gradually steadying, his eyes closed, as if trapped in a long, profound dream. His face was calm, as if he were experiencing some strange journey in this dream, the clamor and chaos of the outside world irrelevant to him. In this quiet night, he seemed to be isolated from the world, immersed in his own world, waiting for the truth to be revealed after waking.