Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

"Jiang Fengmian."

However, Jinzhu and Yinzhu never thought deeply about why ghosts were afraid of Jiang Fengmian. What was even more puzzling was why Jiang Fengmian was walking alone in the streets late at night.

But the appearance of Jiang Fengmian gave Jinzhu and Yinzhu hope of survival. However, when their eyes met the face of the newcomer, they couldn't help but feel an inexplicable uneasiness in their hearts.

Jiang Fengmian's face was expressionless, his gaze deep, as if he could see through everything. He slowly approached, and the surrounding ghosts retreated, as if intimidated by an invisible force. Jinzhu and Yinzhu wondered why these ghosts were so afraid of Jiang Fengmian. Could it be that the Sect Master's power had reached a point where even ghosts feared him?

Their thoughts were interrupted by Jiang Fengmian's voice. He said calmly, "You two, follow me."

Jinzhu and Yinzhu exchanged a glance. Though their hearts were still filled with doubt and unease, they no longer had time for deliberation. They looked around, only to see that the hideous ghosts had completely surrounded them, forming a terrifying circle. In this situation, they felt an indescribable fear and oppression. The only glimmer of hope, a chance of escape, was the approaching figure of Sect Master Jiang Fengmian. His arrival seemed to bring them a faint ray of light, a gap they could break through.

Jinzhu and Yinzhu both understood that if they didn't seize this opportunity to leave quickly, there would be no chance of escape.

Jinzhu and Yinzhu followed Jiang Fengmian closely. Although they were filled with doubts, they knew now was not the time to ask questions. Jiang Fengmian's back looked remarkably resolute under the dim streetlights. He seemed unconcerned with the presence of these ghosts, walking straight through the encirclement and towards Lotus Pier.

The three men walked silently through the night, their footsteps the only sound echoing in the stillness, occasionally punctuated by the low murmurs of the ghosts, shattering the tranquility. Jinzhu and Yinzhu gripped their sword hilts tightly, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily, fearing another attack from the ferocious spirits. Jiang Fengmian, on the other hand, seemed fully aware of all this, pausing periodically to scan the surroundings, as if searching for some crucial clue.

They didn't know where they were, but Jiang Fengmian suddenly stopped, turned around, and quietly stared at Jinzhu and Yinzhu behind him. Jinzhu looked at the ghosts approaching again and asked in confusion, "Master, why don't we continue walking?"

Jiang Fengmian didn't respond, but simply stood there quietly, a flash of red in his eyes. Then, Jinzhu and Yinzhu fell into a deep sleep.

The ghost next to him couldn't help but ask: "Sir, what's going on???"

Jiang Fengmian slowly turned around, his eyes sweeping over the trembling ghosts. His tone, though calm, carried an undeniable authority: "I have my own plans. You don't need to ask any more questions."

The ghosts looked at each other, their hearts filled with doubt, but they didn't dare to ask any further questions. Jiang Fengmian's might filled them with fear, forcing them to submit to him.

One of the ghosts asked cautiously, "Sir, what should we do next?"

Jiang Fengmian was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Bring them with you and follow me."

"Yes, sir." The ghosts answered in unison and then began to act.

Outside a nearby dilapidated temple, the night deepened, and a mysterious and eerie atmosphere permeated the air. A man in a red robe, with sharp eyes, gazed at the unconscious Jiang Fengmian in the dilapidated temple and asked his companion, "It's really not easy! Is Jiang Fengmian suffering from paranoia? Why would he need to bring so many people with him when he goes out?"

The companion standing next to the red-robed man replied with a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his tone, "This Jiang Fengmian has done so many unscrupulous and heinous things. If he doesn't bring enough people with him, I don't think he would dare to set foot outside his home."

"That's right!" The red-robed man nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Enough time, right? Why don't we go take a look?"

"We'd better be careful. After all, Jiang Fengmian is the current sect leader, and we should not underestimate the enemy." The person next to him reminded, looking around vigilantly, as if some danger would appear at any time.

"Don't worry, just be careful," the man said confidently, then waved his hand, signaling the others to start moving. Everyone drew their weapons and cautiously approached the ruined temple.

They knew that this mission was of great importance. If successful, it would cause a huge uproar in the Jiang family and would make Yu Ziyuan's misfortune known to everyone, causing her to lose face.

The creaking sound of the dilapidated temple gate seemed to betray the desolation and ruin of the place. As they approached, their hearts raced, and a tense atmosphere thickened in the air. They knew that although Jiang Fengmian was unconscious, his men were no ordinary men. The slightest misstep could lead to their doom.

Entering the ruined temple, Jiang Fengmian remained unconscious. Beside him, several Jiang clan members also fell into a deep sleep. Clearly, they had been drugged, leaving them powerless to resist. The dim light from the temple shone through the shattered windows, illuminating their pale faces. A faint herbal scent permeated the air, hinting that this was no accident.

The one who led the charge lightly kicked Jiang Fengmian, his tone filled with disdain and ridicule: "No, is this the level of a first-time Sect Master? You're so easily fooled?"

"Brother, if we can't handle the formation and the pharmacist, then we should go back and practice again."

"That's right, I almost forgot to bring the pharmacist out."

At this moment, a disciple lowered his voice and asked, his eyes flashing with unconcealable excitement: "Brother, what should we do next?"

"The elders haven't arrived yet, please wait a little longer."

A moment later, a figure suddenly emerged from the darkness. It was none other than the mysterious figure who had saved Jinzhu and Yinzhu—Jiang Fengmian. Upon seeing him, everyone immediately bowed respectfully, calling out in unison, "Elder Xiao." Elder Xiao waved his hand gently, signaling that no formalities were necessary. Immediately, he lifted the illusion spell, restoring his original appearance, revealing a face that could captivate a nation.

The disciples present immediately lowered their heads upon seeing this peerless beauty, not daring to look directly at the breathtaking beauty. Their response was not out of respect, but rather filled with fear.

Elder Xiao, his true identity is a nine-tailed red fox named Xiao Jixue. Chaoyang, in order to test the character of his disciples, brought this fox from a secret realm. However, the fox's behavior was unpredictable and unpredictable. Chaoyang had originally planned to test the disciples with the fox's innate ability—enchanting illusions—but the fox instead used it to devour melons. On Chuchen Mountain, no one was spared, and each was stripped bare by this fox.

This also led to the disciples of Guiyuan Sect paying special attention to the cultivation of their spirits and souls, almost to the point of being obsessed, because they were too afraid of the red fox's illusion.

During that period, whether in Chuchen Mountain or Guiyuan Sect, embarrassing stories of certain disciples were spread everywhere. Since they were not serious, Chaoyang did not care about them.

This also made Xiao Jixue unbridled within the sect. During their downtime, the disciples were constantly terrified, fearing they would once again fall prey to the red fox. However, Chaoyang didn't seem bothered by Xiao Jixue's behavior, instead viewing it as a test of his disciples' character. He firmly believed that only through constant challenges and trials could his disciples truly grow and improve. As long as Xiao Jixue didn't tease him, Chaoyang would not interfere.

This also caused Wei Ying, Meng Yao, Xue Yang, and Fen Hua to retreat into seclusion, afraid to provoke. They knew that Xiao Jixue's pranks were powerful, and if they got caught up in them, they would be in endless trouble. Therefore, they all chose to retreat into seclusion to avoid Xiao Jixue's pranks.

So, you say Xiao Jixue is scary or not, even the fearless Young Master Wei Ying and Elder Xue Yang were frightened and went into seclusion, not daring to provoke him. Not to mention the other disciples.

Xiao Jixue's appearance heightened the atmosphere within the dilapidated temple. His penetrating eyes swept over everyone present, seemingly piercing their innermost secrets. The disciples held their breath, afraid to make a sound, fearing to arouse the powerful being. Xiao Jixue approached Jiang Fengmian and gently patted his cheek, attempting to awaken him. Jiang Fengmian remained unresponsive, evidently possessing a potent drug that could not be easily removed.

Xiao Jixue glanced at the other Jiang family members who were sleeping, and a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes.

"Are these all Jiang Fengmian and his confidants?" Xiao Jixue asked in a deep voice, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in his voice.

"Yes, Elder," a disciple replied respectfully, "They are all Jiang Fengmian's confidants, who have followed him for many years and are loyal to him. One of them was the one who spied on the Young Master in Yiling."

A hint of coldness flashed in Xiao Jixue's eyes. He paced slowly, his gaze sweeping over the sleeping Jiang family members one by one.

"Very good. In that case, except for Jiang Fengmian, let the others stay here forever tonight." He said coldly, his tone revealing unquestionable determination.

When the disciples heard this, their faces changed suddenly. They knew what Xiao Jixue's order meant.

"Elder, the young master said not to kill anyone first? This..."

"Don't worry about it. Just follow my instructions. I will explain the rest."

"Yes."

Although the disciples were filled with doubts, no one dared to raise any objections. They knew that once Xiao Jixue made a decision, no one could change it. Therefore, they silently followed the order and placed all the Jiang disciples except Jiang Fengmian in a corner of the temple, preparing to let them rest there.

Xiao Jixue stood aside, watching all this coldly.

"Elder, what should we do with Jiang Fengmian next?" a disciple asked in a low voice.

Xiao Jixue pondered for a moment, ultimately deciding not to lead these disciples astray. Otherwise, Chaoyang would rebuke him again when he returned. He gently stroked his handsome face, a face he couldn't afford to lose. Then, he slowly said, "You all step aside. I have my own plans."

So, everyone retreated cautiously, leaving Xiao Jixue alone in the dim, dilapidated temple. He paced slowly, his gaze lingering on the sleeping Jiang Fengmian for a moment, "So ugly...!!!!!!"

Then, he waved his hand lightly, and the fox clan's charm poison silently sprinkled on Jiang Fengmian and the Jiang disciple in the corner.

The poison quickly seeped into their bodies. Within moments, Jiang Fengmian and the Jiang Clan disciples in the corner began to grow restless. The poison raged through their bodies, causing them to writhe in agony. Xiao Jixue observed all this with satisfaction, his fox eyes gleaming with a cunning glint.

If this enchantment poison isn't removed through sexual intercourse, it will eventually cause the body to explode and die. And if the effects of the enchanting fragrance are combined, it becomes a terminal illness with no cure. Xiao Jixue's gaze swept across the Jiang disciples tangled in the corner, then turned to Jiang Fengmian beside him, and couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity."

Then he examined his masterpiece with satisfaction, as if admiring a work of art, and turned and left.

Walking out of the dilapidated temple, night had quietly fallen outside, and the dark sky was dotted with twinkling stars. Xiao Jixue looked up at the boundless night sky, and an indescribable excitement surged in his heart.

"Sir." Ghosts carrying gold and silver beads also arrived at the scene.

Xiao Jixue looked at the bloodstained and scarred Jinzhu and Yinzhu with a faint smile. He ordered, "You've arrived just in time! Throw them both in!" He pointed in the direction of the ruined temple. The ghosts nodded respectfully and took their orders. As they passed Xiao Jixue, a barely perceptible red light vanished into the bodies of Jinzhu and Yinzhu. The ghosts quickly threw Jinzhu and Yinzhu onto Jiang Fengmian.

Inside the ruined temple, Jiang Fengmian's restlessness intensified. The enchantment poison raged through his body, leaving him with waves of dizziness and weakness. Jinzhu and Yinzhu were thrown beside him, their presence seeming to intensify the poison's power. Jiang Fengmian's consciousness gradually faded, and Jinzhu and Yinzhu, tormented by the enchantment poison, joined Jiang Fengmian in a strange tangle of pleasure.

Under the influence of the charm poison, their bodies began to emit a strange light, as if they found some resonance in Jiang Fengmian's pain. Jiang Fengmian felt his body becoming heavier and heavier, as if bound by invisible chains, unable to move.

Driven by the enchanting poison, the golden and silver beads began to dance around him. Their movements were graceful and eerie, as if they were weaving an invisible web, tightly enveloping Jiang Fengmian. The air in the dilapidated temple grew increasingly solemn, as if even time had stood still at this moment.