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

A few black lines couldn't help but slide down Lan Wenjing's smooth forehead: "..."

Then, a gentle and refined smile bloomed on his lips: "Ah Huan, things in Fengyang are really complicated. In order to resolve this quickly, why don't you come with your father to handle it?"

“Uh…” Lan Huan’s smile faltered slightly, and he was about to refuse.

However, Lan Wenjing swiftly grabbed his wide sleeve, activated the teleportation portal in his hand, and instantly teleported him to the Fengyang office!

Lan Huan could only twitch his eyelids and feel secretly annoyed at the fact that his environment had changed so quickly. But it was all set in stone, so what could he do?

Could he possibly disregard his father's reputation and simply and crudely activate his own portal to return to his original position?!

Forget it -_-||! Anyway, Father had already taken care of most of the matters in Fengyang before coming to the meeting. Now all that needs to be done is to wrap things up and summarize the loopholes in the current management system that this incident revealed.

This issue will be raised again at the next ten-day meeting of the decision-making body, where attendees will discuss and address any shortcomings based on the actual conditions in different regions, further optimizing and adjusting the current management system!

Amidst a flurry of thoughts, Lan Huan made his decision. Without needing Lan Wenjing to summon him again, he smiled and proactively followed Lan Wenjing's lead, seamlessly cooperating to handle the current tedious matters!

Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

It's that time of year again when spring is here, the weather is fine, and all things are renewed!

In the clear, blue sky, all sorts of strange and ever-changing snow-white clouds drifted lazily. A super-giant cloud curtain, resembling a continuous mountain range, obscured the warm sun hanging high in the sky, leaving only a crescent of orange-gold light.

The entire earth and all things were drowsy under the gentle, intoxicating breeze.

Suddenly, a deafening roar that pierced the sky came from a secluded courtyard with white walls and black tiles, quiet and ethereal like a fairyland. Its force was so great that the entire fairyland seemed to jump up and tremble three times.

Everywhere you look, the lush green trees rustle and rustle, countless green leaves and colorful petals fall to the ground, startling flocks of birds into flight and soaring into the sky!

However, the white-robed cultivators living in this paradise on earth—no, the Cloud Recesses—all remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened, continuing to do their own things with grace and unhurried pace.

Those who should patrol, patrol; those who should guard the gate, guard the gate; those who should sweep up the fallen leaves, sweep up the fallen leaves...

Overall, everything is peaceful!

Although these strong-willed Lan disciples habitually pretended to be deaf and dumb in an attempt to maintain the usual tranquility of Cloud Recesses.

However, the culprit behind this loud noise is not someone who knows when to stop!

Even as the aftershocks of the loud noise continued to exert their power, and the lush green leaves were still rustling on the branches, a clear male voice filled with joy and pride carried far away.

"Sister, Lan Zhan! I did it! Hehehehehehe...!"

The man, Wei Ying, covered in soot and holding something so dark and unrecognizable, excitedly rushed out of the now-ruined Jingsi Garden (a side courtyard of the Jingshi, a room specifically set up for Wei Ying to conduct small-scale research).

"Wei Ying, are you injured?" Lan Zhan rushed over from the Cold Chamber upon hearing the commotion, but his peripheral vision did not focus on the object that the person in front of him was holding.

Her light amber-colored eyes were filled with worry as she scrutinized Wei Ying's tattered and dusty body, fearing he might be injured somewhere.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Wei Ying tilted his head, which was covered in black and gray weeds, looking confused. "What injury? Lan Zhan, aren't you going to ask me what that is in my hand?"

Wei Chaoyan, Lan Huan, and Lan Qiren, who had been anxiously catching up a few steps behind Lan Zhan, hadn't even gotten their feet on the ground when they overheard Wei Ying's irrelevant words, and their faces turned pale with anger.

This Wei Ying/Ah Ying!!

Lan Qiren, who had just arrived, wanted to say something to him, but the thought that the huge commotion might have caused Wei Ying some unseen internal injury prevailed in his mind, so he could only wave his hand helplessly: "A-Zhan, you take A-Ying to see Fourth Uncle (the head physician of the Lan Clan) to see if he is alright!"

"If there's nothing seriously wrong, quickly take this rascal back inside to wash up and change his clothes! Otherwise, his appearance is truly unbecoming!"

"Yes, Uncle, Zhan and Ying will take their leave first!" Upon hearing this, Lan Zhan held Wei Ying's hand and bowed slightly to Lan Qiren, Wei Chaoyan, and the others. Then, he directly picked up the still excited and out of sorts black-and-gray Wei Ying and carried him towards the medical ward as quickly as possible.

Upon seeing Lan Zhan's actions, Lan Qiren accidentally snapped off a few of his most treasured whiskers: "...!"

Wei Chaoyan and Lan Huan, who rushed over but were completely invisible throughout, both exclaimed in unison: "...!"