Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Time passed quickly like flowing water, and one year later.

After a long period of secluded training, Chaoyang finally emerged from this period of solitude and concentration. As he emerged from his own private space and returned to the real world, the scene before him brought a wave of warmth. Wei Ying was diligently practicing swordsmanship with Meng Yao, Xue Yang, Fen Hua, and Yan in the training grounds. Chaoyang noticed that their skills had improved significantly compared to a year ago. Their movements had become more fluid and natural, and their sword energy sharper and more powerful.

Meng Yao and Wei Ying saw Chaoyang appear at the edge of the training grounds. They immediately stopped what they were doing, their faces lit with joy. They hurried over to greet him, as if they were reunited with a long-lost family. Wei Ying exclaimed in delight, "Uncle, you've finally emerged from seclusion!" Chaoyang looked at them, a warmth welling up in his heart, as if all his loneliness and exhaustion had vanished in that moment.

Chaoyang smiled and responded to their greetings, feeling relieved. "You all did a great job," Chaoyang said approvingly. "It seems you haven't been slacking off during this time."

"Uncle, we have been practicing hard," Wei Ying replied proudly, "We want to become as strong as you."

"Indeed, your swordsmanship has improved a lot. It seems that you have worked very hard this year." Chaoyang said appreciatively.

"Uncle, we have been waiting for you to come back. We all miss you so much." Xue Yang said excitedly, his eyes shining with admiration for Chaoyang.

Looking at these children, Chaoyang couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. He had once walked through long years of loneliness, but now, these children had become an indispensable part of his life.

"I missed you too." Chaoyang said with a smile, his eyes gleaming with kindness. "You continue to practice sword skills. I want to see how much progress you have made this year."

"Then uncle must take good care of it.

Chaoyang slowly walked toward the center of the training grounds, his gaze sweeping gently and deeply over each child. He first carefully observed Meng Yao's swordsmanship. The longsword in Meng Yao's hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, each strike imbued with remarkable power and precision. Clearly, she had made a qualitative leap in both speed and strength. Chaoyang nodded gently, his eyes filled with approval.

Next came Xue Yang. His swordplay was even more dynamic and varied. His steps were light and graceful, and his sword flashed like a weave, as if capturing every wisp of air. He perfectly embodied the art of swordsmanship. Chaoyang couldn't help but nod inwardly, equally amazed by Xue Yang's progress. At only seven years old, he possessed a unique understanding of swordsmanship. His future was boundless. It was obvious that he had been taught by A-Ying.

Then, he turned to Fen Hua and Wei Ying, only to see that the two of them worked in perfect harmony, one strong, the other gentle, complementing each other. Fen Hua's spear was majestic and powerful, each stroke seemed to be able to split mountains and split rocks; while Wei Ying's sword skills were agile and changeable, like a summer breeze, unpredictable. The offensive and defensive transitions between the two demonstrated extremely high tactical skills and tacit understanding. Chaoyang nodded inwardly, feeling gratified by the growth of these two people.

"Not bad, not bad. Each of you has made progress beyond my expectations."

"Uncle, this isn't over yet." Wei Ying winked mysteriously, and then suddenly, he and Fen Hua leaped up simultaneously, their swords mingling in a magnificent dance. Chao Yang watched this scene, inwardly admiring the perfection of Wei Ying and Fen Hua's coordination.

"Your sword dance is truly magnificent," Chaoyang exclaimed in admiration. "It seems that you have not only made breakthroughs in swordsmanship, but also elevated your artistic realm."

"Uncle, this is just a sword dance we recently learned," Wei Ying said proudly, "We wanted to give you a surprise."

"It's really a surprise." Chaoyang said with a smile, his heart full of relief.

"Uncle, there's more!" Xue Yang said excitedly.

Upon hearing this, Wei Ying's eyes flashed with cunning. He then turned and winked at his companions. They all understood, adjusting their breathing and standing firm, ready to demonstrate to Chao Yang their most impressive sword combination of the year. With Meng Yao's gentle "Arise," the five of them instantly intertwined like five streams of light. Their swordsmanship sometimes resembled a gentle spring breeze, yet subtle yet sharp; other times, it transformed into thunder and lightning, swift and unparalleled. As the sword energy surged, even the air seemed to resonate with passionate music.