[Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfiction] I Raise A Ying in Yiling

After returning home, Wei Chaoyan brushed off the grass leaves that had accidentally gotten on her clothes and went to the mourning hall to tell her parents what she had just done and her grandparents' reactions.

As she burned paper money, she murmured to herself, "Father, thankfully Grandfather still cares about us, otherwise Qingyan and I would have had a hard time escaping from those ill-intentioned people. Ever since I regained my memories of my past life, I've always felt that if I don't take Qingyan away from the village soon, something terrible will happen!"

“Father, Mother, I insist on taking Qingyan to Yiling Town, not only to avoid the potential danger in the village, but also because he might be in Yiling.”

With tears streaming down her face, Wei Chaoyan's thoughts drifted back to a day a year ago. It was shortly after Qingyan's birth, and a strange, serious evil spirit had inexplicably plagued the village. She remembered that this mysterious evil spirit specifically targeted children under five. It didn't harm them, but constantly tormented them. The children suffered various forms of fright, leading to mental exhaustion, and some of the weaker or younger children even fell into a coma.

Qingyan was one of those who fell victim to the evil spirit. Her father, heartbroken for his young son and wife, began to fight back, attempting to drive it away or even severely injure it. However, his attacks not only failed to harm the spirit but also enraged it. Her father was seriously injured, and the evil spirit then completely targeted her home.

If it weren't for a couple who were night-hunting with a boy of about four years old, and they hadn't discovered the evil spirit in Wei Village and exorcised it, she believed that her family of four would have been tormented to death by that evil spirit back then.

Moreover, after the couple exorcised the evil spirit, they discovered the terrible state of her family and gave each of her father and brother an extra life-saving medicine, thus saving their lives once again.

At that time, Wei Chaoyan did not have memories of her past life. She just felt that the combination of the night-hunting couple with a four-year-old boy was somewhat familiar. Now that her memories have returned, and she compares them carefully, how could they not be familiar?

The husband, dressed in black, held an ancient longsword. His posture was upright, his bearing extraordinary. Though somewhat taciturn, he was steady and reliable, and his words were always meaningful. The wife, in a light blue robe, held an elegant longsword in one hand and a snow-white whisk in the other. Her face was beautiful and refined, her temperament lively and spirited. With them was a little boy, about four years old, with a delicate and adorable smiling face and bright, sparkling eyes. He was sweet-talking and playful.

Look at this description, doesn't it look familiar?

Then I remembered how my mother hurriedly stopped the people who wanted to leave after my father and the others finished taking their medicine, asking them to stay for a meal and to rest before they left. Thanks to my mother's insistence, they stayed and ate lunch before leaving.

I recalled how, during the meal, the woman called the man "Brother Changze," and occasionally called him "Aying" while teasing the little boy, and the grumpy donkey they were leading. Adding to this, her village, Weicun, is located in Yiling, which has a famous "tourist area"—the mass burial grounds—and its various local specialties—walking corpses and evil spirits!

Even now, Wei Chaoyan still hasn't realized she's transmigrated into the world of "The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation." She's truly less intelligent than a pig o(￣ヘ￣o)

Ahhh o(≧口≦)o, just thinking that little Wei Ying has been wandering in Yiling for almost a year now, Wei Chaoyan feels her heart bleeding.

"Damn you, heavens!! You damned time-traveling god!!!" After the initial heartache, Wei Chaoyan cursed inwardly, "If only I had remembered my past memories sooner, would Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren have escaped this calamity? Would little Wei Ying have been an orphan and spared the suffering of wandering? Would my parents have been seriously injured and killed on their way back from buying things in Yiling by a sudden evil spirit?!"

Wei Chaoyan slapped her head hard, as if trying to expel the water that had just entered her brain and shake off the unfounded assumptions swirling in her mind so as not to get stuck in a rut. She planned to first go to the inner room to check on her sleeping younger brother Qingyan and Qiye, and then go to tidy up the things she could take from the house.

Thinking of her, she tiptoed into the inner room, gently opened the wooden door, and went inside to the bed. She looked tenderly at her sleeping brother, bent down, and gently tucked the blanket around him. Then her gaze shifted to the boy sleeping on the other side, and a pang of sadness struck her when she saw his restless, curled-up sleeping position. She gently adjusted his position, rhythmically patting his back to soothe the sensitive little one. Only when he relaxed did she stop, tuck him in as well, and left the room.

It seems the child sensed something. Given that the child is always sensitive and thoughtful, and with so many things happening in the family recently, he himself is exhausted and heartbroken. No wonder he is so uneasy.

He was found by his father half a year ago when he went deep into the mountains to help his mother pick a rare medicinal herb. The boy, who was only four years old, was covered in blood and dirt, but was wearing a fine black robe and several rare treasures at his waist. He was clearly a young man from a wealthy family who had suffered a disaster.

Before rescuing the boy and taking him home, to prevent him from being discovered by the villagers, the father removed all the conspicuous clothes and accessories from the boy's body, wrapped them in a bundle, and hid them in a relatively secluded place, intending to return them when the boy's family came looking for him. However, when the boy woke up, he remembered nothing, only that he was four years old and his name was Qiye. Unable to find his family, the father had no choice but to keep him at home for the time being, and could only postpone inquiring about his family.

Before he could even begin to inquire, his father and the others met with misfortune, which explains his unease.

"Wait, Qi Ye? No way ┗|`O′|┛ Ouch~~, could it be that Qi Ye, the great master, has made a mistake?" Wei Chaoyan groaned, clutching her head. "No, don't scare yourself!! Mo Xiang Tong Xiu said that Mo Dao Zu Shi is just a low-magic world, and it won't intersect with Qi Ye's medium-magic world, hehe (?????)" (Author: Hehe, little Ayan, you're just fooling yourself to the end.)