Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

The next day, Qing Heng Jun quickly summoned the Lan clan's direct lineage elders and launched a massive cleanup operation within the clan. In front of the Lan clan ancestral hall, blood flowed like a river, and corpses piled up like a mountain. The amount of blood was so horrifying that the disciples were unable to clean it all up.

Except for a few who were left behind to testify, all the others were completely eliminated. The perceptive Lan disciples quietly noticed that the number of Lan disciples was quietly decreasing, and the atmosphere became unusually quiet.

When Qing Heng, Lan Xichen, and Lan Wangji determined to uncover the truth and clear Madam Lan's name, they encountered resolute resistance from the Lan clan elders, who were determined to protect the Lan family's reputation. As a measure of consolation for Madam Lan, the elders proposed placing her coffin in the Lan clan's ancestral tomb, promising that Qing Heng would be buried alongside her a hundred years later. His tablet would also be enshrined in the ancestral hall, where it would be worshipped by the Lan clan disciples.

However, this proposal was strongly opposed by Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji, and a fierce conflict almost broke out between the two sides.

Ultimately, Qingheng Jun was forced to compromise and abandon his plan to reveal the truth. Later, at the critical moment when Madam Lan's tablet was about to be brought into the ancestral hall, Lan Wangji once again intervened and prevented the process. While the conversation between father and son is not detailed, the outcome is clear—Madam Lan's tablet was not placed in the ancestral hall, but was instead relocated to her former residence, the Dragon Dan Cottage.

After clearing out the spies within the Lan family, Qing Hengjun set about regaining the power scattered among the elders, and brought Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji to his side, personally teaching them carefully.

After Chaoyang and his group bid farewell to the Lan family, they traveled around for more than half a month before returning to Chuchen Mountain.

Wei Ying gently removed the mask covering his face, revealing a relaxed and happy expression. He took a deep breath, as if enjoying the long-lost freedom and comfort. He looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Home still feels the most comfortable." His voice was filled with familiarity and fondness for this place.

After saying this, Wei Ying turned and saw Xue Yang, who had just regained his footing after descending from the flying sword. Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Xue Yang's wrist with a playful grin. The two of them seemed to have returned to their childhood, running without hesitation and diving into the dense forest.

"Uncle, I'm going to play."

Chaoyang stood there, his eyes following the two figures running away, his heart filled with helplessness. He gently shook his head, sighed, and said to himself, "Can't they go home first and then go?"

Then, he turned around and faced Meng Yao and Fen Hua who were standing behind him and asked, "Are you two planning to go home first, or do you have any other plans???"

When Meng Yao heard this question, he answered without hesitation: "Uncle, I plan to visit my mother first."

"Fenhua, what about you?" he continued to ask.

Fen Hua pondered for a moment, then answered firmly, "Uncle, I want to stay and help you with some trivial matters."

Chaoyang smiled slightly and nodded to show his understanding.

"Okay, Meng Yao, you go. Fen Hua, you stay." Chaoyang ordered, then turned to Meng Yao and said, "When you see your mother, say hello to her for me." Meng Yao nodded in agreement, turned and left, embarking on the journey home.

The tranquility in the forest was instantly broken, and the calls of various animals came one after another, as if they were warmly welcoming something.

Wei Ying and Xue Yang sneaked into the forest and came to the foot of a tall pine tree. They each took out a small shovel from their interspatial bracelets and dug under the tree, muttering, "We're so greedy."

Xue Yang, shoveling the dirt deftly, turned to Wei Ying, who was also busy on the other side, and asked, "Wei Wuxian, how many years of aged wine is in this jar? It's buried so deep." Wei Wuxian explained as he shoveled the dirt, "I'm not sure how old this jar of wine is. I got it from my uncle a few years ago, and I've never been willing to drink it. If I hadn't studied in Gusu for a year and my uncle hadn't forbidden me to drink, I'd probably still be craving it after returning. I'm afraid this wine would still be buried in the ground!"

Wei Ying and Xue Yang continued their digging until their shovels touched the solid wall of the jar, making a pleasant sound. They smiled at each other and carefully cleared away the surrounding dirt. Then, working together, they unearthed a jar of aged wine. Wei Wuxian carefully buried the remaining jars back in their original locations.

Xue Yang was surprised when he saw this and asked, "Why bury it again?"

Wei Ying rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Although I don't know the quality of this wine, considering my uncle's personality, do you think it would be ordinary? This is my uncle's treasured wine. Have you forgotten what happened last time?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Yang couldn't help but recall the consequences of stealing Chaoyang's treasured wine. If Chaoyang hadn't arrived in time, he would have suffered a lot. Xue Yang couldn't help but shudder, nodding his head in understanding. "Yes, uncle's wine can't be touched casually. Then let's hide the other wine." After saying this, Xue Yang also picked up the shovel to help.

The wine collected by Chaoyang is not ordinary wine. It is not found in the world of magic. After all, it is wine containing spiritual energy. The youngest one is hundreds of years old. If you accidentally drink too much, it can be fatal.

Back then, out of curiosity, Wei Ying and Xue Yang secretly tasted the wine Chao Yang kept in the kitchen for cooking. They took only a small sip, and if Chao Yang hadn't cast a protective spell on them, sensing their danger, the rich spiritual energy contained in the wine would have ruptured their meridians and caused them to explode and die.

Although it was a blessing in disguise and his cultivation level was raised by several levels, because the level was raised too quickly and his foundation was unstable, Chaoyang sent him into seclusion to consolidate his cultivation. After he came out of seclusion, he was sent to the ancestral hall to copy the "Book of Filial Piety" a hundred times as punishment to see if he would dare to make the same mistake again.

Inside the ancestral hall, Wei Ying's parents were seated in a row, as were Xue Yang's parents. The identities of Xue Yang's parents were unknown, with the plaque simply inscribed with "Xue Yang's father" and "Xue Yang's mother." Of course, Fen Hua's parents were not forgotten.

Since then, Chaoyang forbade the two of them to touch alcohol, saying that it was wrong to drink at such a young age, and that if he had not arrived, the two of them would have been blown up by spiritual energy.

After coming out of seclusion, Wei Ying threw a tantrum when he heard Chao Yang forbid him from drinking alcohol, arguing passionately, "How could he explode so easily? He just got drunk at best, and he even insisted it was a magical wine that could aid in cultivation!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene of being punished to copy the "Book of Filial Piety" a hundred times in the ancestral hall was brought up.

After getting the wine, the two men cleaned up the crime scene and flew straight down the mountain, fearing that any delay would lead to Chaoyang discovering them and confiscating their wine.

Wei Ying and Xue Yang found a secluded corner at the foot of the mountain and eagerly opened the wine jar. As soon as the lid was removed, a rich aroma of wine immediately filled the air, drawing a deep breath and letting it in. They carefully poured out some of the wine, which was a golden hue, translucent like amber, clearly a fine aged wine.

Xue Yang eagerly picked up the wine glass and gulped it down. A flush immediately spread across his face, and his eyes grew hazy. Wei Ying, observing this, chuckled and teased, "Your alcohol tolerance is truly unacceptable." He then took a drink as well, feeling a pungent, fishy taste coursing through his throat and into his heart, his entire body warmed. He closed his eyes, savoring the spiritual energy in the wine, feeling it slowly diffuse through his body. Xue Yang's face was filled with satisfaction; it was clear that the quality of the wine far exceeded his expectations.

"Since the last incident, my uncle has never brought out this kind of wine again. How did you get it from him?" Xue Yang said as he poured another glass.

Wei Ying smiled complacently and answered mysteriously, "Don't worry about that. I have my own way." As he spoke, he poured himself another glass of wine and continued, "Although my uncle is strict, he will occasionally be soft-hearted. As long as I behave well enough, he will naturally give me the good things." As Wei Ying spoke, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Xue Yang complimented, "You are really capable."

Wei Ying said proudly, "Of course, my uncle loves me the most."

Chaoyang was busy with the sect's affairs, but his consciousness inadvertently captured Wei Ying and Xue Yang drinking and having fun, taking in their actions. He shook his head involuntarily and sighed helplessly.