Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

"But, Uncle, in our hearts, you are the Sword Immortal!" Xue Yang said seriously, "And your swordsmanship is so amazing, how could you not be a Sword Immortal?"

"Sword Immortal." These two words are so noble and great, but Chaoyang only feels an inexplicable bitterness.

For a moment, he seemed to have returned to his previous life.

In that sea of ​​corpses, he was brought back to his sect, Guiyuan Sect, by his master and accepted as his personal disciple.

Guiyuan Sect was founded on the sword and has stood in the world of cultivation for ten thousand years. It has countless disciples, and every generation has talented disciples who ascend to heaven.

Therefore, he holds an important position in the world of cultivation.

His master was the leader of the Guiyuan Sect at that time. He had only two disciples: me and my senior brother. My master was a sword immortal of the previous generation, and my senior brother was known as the contemporary "Sword Immortal." But then, when both master and senior brother died, he couldn't even avenge them, leaving him to face the harsh reality alone. At that time, he was filled with endless grief and powerlessness, so much so that he never picked up a sword again. He even transformed his natal sword into a natal fan, never to be used again, declaring his farewell to the sword.

Chaoyang was silent for a moment, lost in memories of the past. An indescribable discomfort welled up in his heart. He hadn't expected that he had inadvertently summoned it. He gently stroked the fan in his hand, as if caressing those precious memories.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Wei Ying asked with concern.

Chaoyang came back to his senses, smiled slightly, and shook his head. "Nothing, just remembered some things in the past."

"Uncle, you must have a lot of stories, right?" Fen Hua asked curiously.

Chaoyang sighed, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "Yes, uncle has indeed been through a lot."

"Uncle, can you share some stories about your past with us? I really want to know about your past." Xue Yang's eyes flashed with anticipation.

Meng Yao noticed the sadness on Chaoyang's face and hurriedly pulled Xue Yang's sleeve, signaling him not to ask any more questions. However, Chaoyang smiled slightly, as if he had let go of the pain of the past.

"Well, since you want to know, I'll explain briefly." Chaoyang spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of experience. "I used to be a swordsman. Like you, I was passionate about and dedicated to the way of the sword."

"Uncle, why don't you use the sword now?" Wei Ying couldn't help but ask.

Chaoyang gently stroked the fan in his hand, a glint of memory in his eyes. "Because something forced me to lay down my sword," Chaoyang's voice was heavy, as if he was still immersed in painful past events.

"It was a turbulent era, and the world of cultivation was already filled with conflict and bloodshed." Chaoyang's voice was deep and powerful, as if he was telling a story that didn't belong to him. "My uncle's sect, the Guiyuan Sect, was powerful, but it had also become a target for other forces."

Meng Yao, Wei Ying, Xue Yang, and Fen Hua listened quietly. They could feel the heaviness in Chao Yang's words.

"That day came so suddenly that the disciples of the sect were still immersed in their daily training and had no idea of ​​the impending disaster. The enemy was so powerful that it caught everyone off guard. Everyone in the sect was helpless in this surprise attack." Chaoyang frowned, and an indescribable pain flashed in his eyes, as if the painful memory was still vivid in his mind.

"In that battle, corpses were strewn all over the sect, and blood flowed like a river. Countless fellow disciples died tragically at the hands of the enemy, including my uncle's master and senior brother. Since then, my uncle has never picked up a sword again." It was as if the weapon that had accompanied him in his conquests had become an indelible pain in his heart.

Chaoyang's voice trembled slightly, low and suppressed, as if the painful memories were still lingering in his heart, unable to be shaken off. He took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself, and then asked softly, "Okay, that's it. Do you want to continue listening?"

Meng Yao and the others were silent for a moment. They could sense the heavy weight of the past in Chaoyang's heart. However, a relieved smile gradually appeared on Chaoyang's face.

"In fact, putting down the sword does not mean giving up kendo." Chaoyang said slowly, "The sword is just one form of kendo. The true kendo lies in the heart. Even if there is no sword in hand, as long as there is a sword in the heart, one can still reach the highest realm of kendo."

"Uncle, will you still use a sword in the future?" Fen Hua asked curiously.

"Maybe, maybe not." He said slowly, but his eyes were always looking into the distance.

Just as Wei Ying was about to speak, Meng Yao beside him stopped him and gestured for him to observe his uncle. That glance startled Wei Ying, for Chaoyang looked as if his whole body was about to break, completely immersed in endless sorrow.

Even Fen Hua and Xue Yang didn't dare to speak, as they could feel that Chao Yang was sad.

"You five should go back and have a good rest first! Uncle, I have some things to take care of outside." After saying this, the uncle quickly disappeared from the spot, without even giving anyone present a chance to react.

Chaoyang's figure disappeared from the training ground. Meng Yao and the others looked at each other in bewilderment, their hearts filled with mixed emotions. They knew that their uncle's past must have been full of hardships and pain, but at the same time, they also felt the tenacity and perseverance deep in his heart.

"Let's go back." Meng Yao said softly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Well, uncle needs time." Wei Ying nodded, and the five of them left the training ground silently.

Chaoyang, who had left the training ground, appeared on the top of the highest peak in the back mountain. He stood there alone, looking at the rolling mountains in the distance, with endless thoughts surging in his heart.