Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

After several busy days, the subsequent matters concerning the purification of Shui Xing Yuan finally came to a close. Lan Qiren finally found time to teach the children of the aristocratic families who were eager to have fun. These young people, who had been uninhibited for the past few days, were once again restrained and looked listless.

Fortunately, Lan Qiren's first class didn't dwell on the complex relationships between aristocratic families. Instead, he chose a rare and engaging topic, brimming with interest. He recounted the life story of Lan An, the founding ancestor of the Lan family, and how, after descending the mountain, he met his destined partner and became their Taoist companion.

Chaoyang leaned against the window of the library, his eyes following the group led by Lan Qiren as they quietly passed under the window. Soon after, the group returned noisily, their voices so clamorous that Chaoyang only glanced down briefly.

Then his attention was drawn to the person who had just come upstairs. Lan Xichen had chosen this time to come to the library to find Chaoyang and express his gratitude. He said gratefully, "Thank you, Senior Xuanyuan, for sending the prescription."

Lan Xichen moved so quickly that Chaoyang had no time to stop him. He could only wave for someone to come over and sit down, saying casually, "It's just a small favor. No need to thank me so much."

Despite the purification of the Shuixing Abyss, numerous remains remained within Biling Lake. The Lan Clan dispatched numerous personnel to salvage the remains, but the lake remained contaminated. Tragically, the surrounding residents were struck by an epidemic, and the Lan Clan immediately mobilized a vast force to aid the suffering. Despite this, the epidemic spread rapidly. Ultimately, it was Xuanyuan Yue (Wei Ying) of the Chaoyang Clan who provided a remedy that successfully contained the disease.

Why didn't Chaoyang go there in person? In the Lan family's territory, as the leader of the outer sect, he went to the epidemic site in person. Isn't this a slap in the face of the Lan family?

Xuanyuan Yue (Wei Ying) and the others, do they still want to study in the Lan family?

It wasn't that Chaoyang didn't dare, but that he couldn't go. After all, he had to save some face for the Lan family.

Lan Xichen sat across from Chaoyang and said, "Regardless, the prescription you provided has greatly helped the Lan family. I should personally come and express my gratitude."

Chaoyang raised his hand gently, smiling faintly, "Young Sect Master Lan, you're too polite." He then made him a cup of tea. Seeing the fatigue between Lan Xichen's brows, he couldn't help but ask, "Young Sect Master Lan, did you not get enough rest last night? You don't look well."

Chaoyang was surprised by these words. They weren't close enough to ask such a question. He quickly said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Young Master Lan. I'm being rude."

Lan Xichen's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his usual gentle demeanor and replied with a smile, "It's nothing. I've just been worried about the safety of the people down below and haven't had much rest lately."

How could we possibly have a good rest when such a serious epidemic broke out near the Lan family?

Chaoyang gently lifted the teacup from the table. The tea within shone with a soft golden hue in the afterglow of the sunlight outside the window. He blew gently, and the rising steam seemed to bring a hint of warmth and comfort. He looked at Lan Xichen, who sat across from him, and said gently, "Young Master Lan, you are so young and in the prime of your youth. You should be enjoying life without worries. Why work so hard? Don't you have adults in your family?"

Lan Xichen raised his head slightly upon hearing this, a subtle flicker of surprise crossing his deep eyes. This was the first time someone had suggested that he enjoy life, rather than working harder, shouldering the family responsibility, and taking good care of his younger brother. He felt somewhat bewildered, unsure how to explain that his family's adults were practically nonexistent.

Lan Xichen could only reply vaguely, "Father is in seclusion cultivating, and my uncle is busy with many affairs. All I can do is take care of trivial matters."

Chaoyang raised his head and motioned him to stretch out his hand. "Can such a small matter keep you so busy?"

After the outbreak, Lan Xichen learned that Chaoyang was skilled in medicine and had superb medical skills, so he obediently stretched out his hands, pulled up his sleeves, and exposed his wrists so that Chaoyang could take his pulse.

Lan Xichen explained, “Important matters are decided by my uncle and the elders. I can only assist with minor matters such as purchasing and accounting.”

Chaoyang's cool fingertips pressed against Lan Xichen's pulse. He frowned slightly and asked unconsciously, "Trivial matters are the most tormenting. Aren't these things managed by subordinates? Shouldn't they also report to the Young Sect Master? Shouldn't the Young Sect Master be responsible for social and business dealings between the aristocratic families?" Lan Xichen's thoughts seemed to suddenly explode. His fingers moved slightly, and a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He explained, "My uncle is the elder, so it's most appropriate for him to handle social matters. As for business dealings, the elders will naturally be responsible. At present, my experience is too limited to handle these matters properly."

Chaoyang nodded slightly, released Lan Xichen's wrist, and said, "Overthinking has led to deficiency of both the heart and spleen, stagnation of liver qi, and inability to maintain blood circulation. If you weren't a cultivator and regularly ate medicinal food, you would have collapsed long ago."

Lan Xichen tightly grasped the wrist whose pulse had just been checked. He knew that his physical condition was not good, but he had not expected it to be so serious.

Looking at his bewildered expression, Chaoyang couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart. After all, he was only two years older than Aying. Chaoyang couldn't help but stroke Lan Xichen's head and softly instructed: "After returning, ask your Lan family's medical practitioner to check your pulse again and prescribe some medicine to relieve liver depression and strengthen the spleen. If you are afraid of bitterness, you can roll the medicine into pills. After that, have a good rest and don't think too much. You are so young! Don't carry everything by yourself. Isn't your younger brother Lan Wangji here? It's not like he can't help." When saying this, Chaoyang thought to himself: "If I let Lan Wangji go to help, Aying won't always pester Lan Wangji."

Lan Xichen blinked his sore eyes and replied in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Chaoyang picked up the unfinished book on the table and began to read again. Just then, Lan Xichen's voice suddenly rang out: "I'm not afraid of hardship!"

Chaoyang was slightly startled, a smile appeared on his lips, and he said softly: "What child is not afraid of hardship?"

Lan Xichen sat there, staring down at his wrist, lost in thought. No other sound escaped him. He muttered to himself, "I'm not afraid of hardship... am I?"