Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

The years slipped by quietly as Wei Ying and his companions busied themselves with cultivation. Day after day, year after year, their lives seemed completely controlled by the rhythm of their cultivation, each day a tireless endeavor to surpass themselves and grow in strength.

(Wei Ying is fifteen, Meng Yao is sixteen, Xue Yang is twelve, and Fen Hua is fifteen.)

A young man in a long, swaying robe, his steps light as a spring breeze across the grass, head bowed, as if lost in thought. His slender, white fingers gently stroked a blade of emerald green grass, as if sensing its vitality. Standing amidst a vibrant, vibrant blossom, he stood out like a star.

Suddenly, he raised his head, his eyes looking into the distance through the layers of flowers, as if he was looking for something, or expecting something to come.

His features are picturesque, his demeanor is remarkable, his smile and eyes flicker, giving people a sense of warmth and intimacy, and making people feel his innocence and openness.

This person was none other than Wei Ying. After several years of training, he had grown from a naive child into a graceful young man. His cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, and his spiritual power was incredibly profound, making him a leader among his peers.

"Wei Ying, you're daydreaming again." A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned around and saw Meng Yao standing not far away, smiling, holding a book in her hands.

"Meng Yao, you're here." Wei Ying smiled brightly, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Meng Yao shook her head slightly and smiled, "You're always like this, immersed in your own world whenever you have free time."

Wei Ying shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Practice is important, but you should also relax occasionally. Besides, sometimes inspiration strikes unexpectedly."

Meng Yao walked over to Wei Ying, her gaze fixed on the distant mountains, and softly said, "You! You always have so many twisted ideas."

The two stood side by side, looking at the scenery in the distance. "Let's go! If we don't go now, Ayang will make a scene."

Wei Ying nodded, a sly smile flashing in his eyes. "Okay, let's go."

They left the flowers together and walked along the path towards the training ground.

"Greetings, Young Master! Elder!" The disciples approached and, upon seeing the two, bowed respectfully. In recent years, Chaoyang, in addition to cultivating, had also established a sect at the foot of the mountain, named Guiyuan Sect. While the sect was small, the disciples practiced diligently, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

After all, he was originally a member of the Guiyuan Sect. He hoped that the Guiyuan Sect could also be passed down in this world and become a holy place for future generations to cultivate.

Of course, this sect is not well-known in the world of cultivation, and is only circulated among ordinary people and independent cultivators.

"Thank you for your hard work!" The two men greeted the two mountain guarding disciples with a smile.

As soon as they finished speaking, they took out the bamboo leaf-shaped flying magic tools and flew down the mountain with a clear goal.

“No matter how many times I’ve seen it, I still have to admire that the young master is indeed the most handsome man in the sect!” The disciple on the left watched the young master fly down the mountain with eyes full of fascination.

The disciple next to him gently pushed him and said, "Stop dreaming and focus on guarding this place! That's not something you can covet. Watch your eyes!"

Thinking of the young master's uncle and two junior fellow apprentices, the disciple shuddered all over and immediately came to his senses.

Wei Ying is a boy, raised by the sun to be beautiful and charming. His peach blossom eyes seem to be able to seduce the soul. Coupled with his unique temperament, he exudes an indescribable charm in his every move, which makes people fall in love with him. When he went out last month,

He was also molested by a playboy, but fortunately Meng Yao acted in time and knocked the frivolous guy unconscious, thus avoiding trouble.

At that time, Wei Ying didn't care about this matter at all. Instead, he smiled and said to Meng Yao, "It seems that my appearance is still quite popular."

After hearing this, everyone looked helpless.

Wei Ying and Meng Yao were looking down at the scenery below the mountain from their flying magic weapon. The breeze rustled through their clothes, bringing a breath of fresh air. Their mood also became relaxed and cheerful along with the breeze.

"Ayao, what do you think this kid Ayang has been up to lately?" Wei Ying asked with a smile, his eyes flashing with love for his junior brother.

Meng Yao smiled slightly and replied, "Who knows? That kid has a lot of clever ideas. Maybe he's researching some new and strange magic."

The two exchanged a smile and continued their flight. Before long, they arrived at the Guiyuan Sect's training grounds. Disciples were diligently practicing in their respective areas, and the air was thick with the pulsation of a rich spiritual energy.

"Wei Wuxian, Meng Yao, you are here!" A crisp voice came, and Xue Yang was seen standing in the center of the training ground, holding a flying sword in his hand, with a proud smile on his face.

Wei Ying and Meng Yao walked over to Xue Yang, their gazes fixed on the flying sword in his hand, which gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight. The sword shimmered with a silver light, its blade thick and sharp, clearly a top-grade magical weapon, drawing admiration.

"Ayang, what's the matter that you called us here?" Wei Ying patted Xue Yang's shoulder appreciatively and asked curiously.

Xue Yang smiled triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with pride. He said proudly, "Look, this is the first sword I forged. What do you think?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Meng Yao's eyes, and she exclaimed in admiration: "The quality of this flying sword is really good. It seems that you are also quite talented in refining weapons."

Xue Yang raised his eyebrows proudly and said, "Of course, I'm a genius!"

Wei Ying laughed heartily, patted Xue Yang on the head, and said, "Ayang, your sword is indeed well-made."

Xue Yang curled his lips and said unconvincedly: "Of course I know, but this sword took me several days to refine. You should really appreciate it."

Wei Ying and Meng Yao smiled at each other and nodded. Wei Ying said, "Okay, we will definitely appreciate it." After that, he took the flying sword from Xue Yang's hand and examined it carefully.

Not only did the flying sword gleam brilliantly in the sunlight, but under the infusion of Wei Ying's spiritual power, the blade actually trembled slightly, as if it had life. A flicker of surprise flashed in Wei Ying's eyes, and he exclaimed, "This sword is not only beautiful in appearance, but also extremely sensitive to spiritual energy. Ah Yang, you are truly a genius."

Xue Yang smiled smugly when he heard Wei Ying's praise. He said proudly, "Of course! I'm determined to become the sect's number one weapon refiner!"

Meng Yao looked at Xue Yang with a smile on her face and replied softly, "Then you have to work hard."

Xue Yang nodded confidently, "Of course!"

Wei Ying handed the flying sword back to Xue Yang and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm waiting for your challenge!"

Xue Yang took the flying sword and said seriously, "Then be prepared, brother. I will definitely surpass you!"

Wei Ying laughed heartily, his eyes gleaming with encouragement and expectation for Xue Yang. He said, "Okay, I'll wait for you, Ayang."

At this moment, Fen Hua also hurried over, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand, with an excited look on his face: "Brother, I'm here."

Fen Hua ran up to them, breathless, having obviously come all the way at a gallop. He handed the ancient book to Wei Ying, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Senior brother, look at this!" Fen Hua said excitedly.

Wei Ying took the ancient book and flipped through a few pages, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. This ancient book recorded many long-lost formations.

"Fenhua, where did you find it?" Wei Ying asked curiously.

Fen Hua smiled softly, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. He slowly replied, "Actually, I also stumbled upon an ancient book of formations deep within the Secret Law Pavilion. I flipped open the pages and discovered that it contained many long-lost formations. The mystery and complexity of those formations are simply breathtaking."

Meng Yao frowned slightly after hearing Fen Hua's words, and her tone was filled with hesitation and confusion. "How is this possible? I have carefully read every book in the Secret Law Pavilion, so why haven't I found this precious ancient book?"

Fen Hua smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with confidence. He explained, "Brother Meng, you may not have noticed that this ancient book is hidden in a secret compartment. I accidentally discovered a mechanism while tidying up the bookshelf, which allowed me to glimpse its mystery."

Meng Yao said coldly, "Impossible! I personally organized the Secret Law Pavilion. I checked every corner. There's no way I would have missed such a precious ancient book."

After hearing this, Fen Hua was slightly stunned, then he said firmly, "Brother Meng, I am absolutely not lying. This ancient book is indeed hidden deep in the Secret Law Pavilion. Perhaps you missed that secret compartment at the time."

Wei Ying and Xue Yang witnessed the argument between the two men. They exchanged glances, their eyes sparkling with smiles that they could hardly suppress.

Wei Ying coughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled and said to Fen Hua, "Fen Hua, don't worry. Meng Yao isn't questioning your discovery. It's just that this ancient book is truly precious, so he'll naturally be surprised. But, have you forgotten where the secret books in the Secret Law Pavilion came from?"

Wei Ying's words made Fen Hua and Meng Yao stunned, and then they seemed to remember something, and an expression of sudden enlightenment appeared on their faces.