Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

In the library,

Chaoyang was sitting cross-legged in his usual spot when a familiar figure silently appeared beside him. Chaoyang raised his head slightly, his gaze quickly passing over the figure before calmly asking, "Young Sect Master Lan, why do you have the leisure to visit the library today?"

Lan Xichen still wore that gentle smile and bowed lightly: "Master Xuanyuan."

Hearing this address, Chaoyang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile: "Young Master Lan, I wonder what you want from me?"

Lan Xichen's gaze was deep as he spoke slowly, "Sect Master Xuanyuan, I have come here to ask for a favor."

Chaoyang's expression slightly darkened, and he said seriously, "Oh? Young Sect Master Lan, please feel free to tell me. If it's within my power, I will definitely do my best to help."

Lan Xichen's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was weighing something. After a moment, he slowly said, "Master Xuanyuan, do you know the specific situation of my Lan family?" There was a subtle hint of deep meaning in his words, as if he was testing, or as if he was expecting something.

Chaoyang raised his eyebrows slightly, a glint in his eyes. He naturally knew what Lan Xichen meant by this. But Chaoyang didn't directly answer. Instead, he smiled slightly and asked, "Young Sect Master Lan, what exactly do you mean by this? As an outsider, how can I possibly understand the Lan family?"

Lan Xichen heard this and a faint smile tugged at his lips. That smile was both gentle and profound. "Master Xuanyuan was the first to remind Xichen of my position as the Young Master, the Lan Clan's mascot, and my uncle's awkward position within the family."

Chaoyang pondered inwardly, but remained expressionless. He chuckled and said, "Young Sect Master Lan, you're being too serious. I was just joking. How dare I discuss the Lan Clan's internal affairs?"

After hearing Sect Leader Xuanyuan's somewhat nonchalant words, Lan Xichen immediately understood that he was unwilling to delve into the subject further. A faint smile curved his lips, one that revealed his understanding of Sect Leader Xuanyuan's thoughts. Thus, Lan Xichen tactfully withdrew the question that was about to burst out, and instead, with a more composed and elegant demeanor, sat quietly to the side.

The entire space seemed enveloped by an inexplicable force, becoming unusually quiet. This quiet wasn't a dead silence, but rather contained an indescribable harmony and tranquility. The air was filled with the faint scent of ink and the distinctive rustling of pages. These subtle sounds, at this moment, became the most beautiful melodies in this small world.

Lan Xichen's gaze occasionally swept across the focused and deep face of Sect Leader Xuanyuan, who was immersed in the ancient book in his hand.

Chaoyang suddenly looked up, his eyes meeting Lan Xichen's. They both paused for a moment, then chuckled, breaking the momentary silence. "Young Sect Master Lan, am I good-looking?" he asked, a hint of teasing in his words.

A subtle blush crossed Lan Xichen's face, and then he returned to his gentle smile. "Sorry!" Lan Xichen's response was apologetic, yet also concealed a subtle tenderness. He shook his head gently, as if to dispel the distracting thoughts within him, and then said gently, "It was Xichen who lost his composure. I hope Sect Master Xuanyuan will not take offense."

The smile on Chaoyang's lips widened. He waved his hand gently and said, "Young Sect Master Lan, you are too kind."

At this moment, Chao Yang casually asked, "Young Sect Master Lan came to ask me specifically. I guess he has already conducted some investigation on his own."

Lan Xichen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what Chaoyang was asking. He replied, "Exactly."

Chaoyang gently put down the book in his hand, gestured for him to stretch out his hand, and said softly, "Take the pulse."

Lan Xichen followed his instructions and held out his wrist. Chaoyang's fingertips gently rested on his pulse, and he closed his eyes in concentration. After a moment, he slowly opened them, a complex expression flashing across them. "Is this the reason for the depression? It seems you still haven't rested well."

Lan Xichen gently withdrew his arm and smiled calmly, "I've been busy lately and haven't gotten enough sleep, so I just look a little tired."

Seeing his nonchalant expression, Chao Yang couldn't help but feel a surge of tenderness in his heart. He took out an exquisite envelope from his personal space and carefully handed it to Lan Xichen, gently instructing him, "Please pass this letter to your father. Remember, don't let your uncle know about this."

Lan Xichen took the envelope, his fingertips lightly touching the delicate paper, as if he could feel the warmth and weight of the morning sun. He looked at the morning sun, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

"This will get your father out of jail."

Lan Xichen clutched the letter tightly and said gratefully, "Thank you very much."

"Do you trust me so much? Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?" Chaoyang said hesitantly.

Lan Xichen asked back, "Would Sect Master Xuanyuan lie to Xichen?"

Chaoyang curled his lips slightly, saying with a hint of dissatisfaction, "How boring." He stood up and prepared to leave. Just before taking a step, he suddenly stopped, pulled out a bottle of pills from his bosom, and gently placed them in front of Lan Xichen, saying softly, "This is the 'Guyuan Pill,' one per day." Chaoyang then added calmly, "As for whether to take it, that's entirely up to you."

After saying that, Chaoyang turned around lightly and took a few steps, as if he was no longer attached to anything here.

Lan Xichen watched the receding figure, a strange feeling welling up in his heart. He then looked down at the exquisite pill bottle before him, a mixture of emotions welling up in his heart. He gently picked up the bottle of "Gu Yuan Dan," the bottle shimmering with a warm, beautiful sheen. He sighed softly and took the pill into his arms.