Fellow Daoist Entrusts His Child: Immortality Begins with Nurturing a Demoness

Chapter 11 So you weren't a demonic cultivator after all.
Smoke billowed, and the veins on Ling Youdao's neck bulged; his throat felt like it was on fire with every breath.

His trachea and some internal organs were invaded and corroded by the green smoke. His true essence and antidote pills could only delay the damage. However, he had to control the soul banner and manipulate the soul-gathering array, leaving him no time to do anything else. His true essence was almost exhausted.

They fell for the trap.
Ling Youdao fought the demonic snake for a long time before he finally came to his senses.

The battle lasted only a moment, and the essence of blood in the snake demon's belly had vanished without a trace. How could the Heavenly Demon Spirit Puppet be refined so easily? It was clearly Cao Mengde's Gu Puppet Technique. This fiend is cunning and treacherous, not worthy of being called human.

"I can't get away."

The demonic power backfired on his heart meridian, and Ling Youdao gasped for breath, vomiting out large amounts of dark red blood mist that soaked half of his long robe.

The snake demon, severely injured, went berserk, and the Soul Banner was operating at its limit. If it rashly stopped, it would surely die.

"Where is that traitor Cao Mengde?"

Ling Youdao realized he had been tricked. His eyes darted around, scanning his surroundings. At the same time, he sent out a fierce ghost that could sense spiritual energy to patrol the area within a radius of twenty miles.

Cao Mengde's intention was to use one wolf to devour another, so he must have been lying in wait nearby to reap the benefits.

Cao Mengde is meticulous and ruthless. If this demon is not eliminated today, Yanyun City will suffer his bloody revenge after his death, and the city will be devastated. As the magistrate of Yanyun City, he will eliminate this demon even if it means his death.

As his mind raced, Ling Youdao heard the howl of the vengeful ghost, made a hand seal, and turned around, only to meet Luo Fanchen's pupils, which had shrunk to the size of wheat awns.

"found it!"

Ling Youdao's lips had long since peeled away in the corrosive smoke, and he grinned wildly at Luo Fanchen, his mouth stretching to his ears.

Damn it
Luo Fanchen was horrified. The medicinal power of the Concealing Breath Pill was dissipating after it was chopped up. If it were a whole pill, it would definitely be able to deceive the evil spirit.

He picked up Ling Moxue and was about to retreat, but his mind seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, his thoughts were sluggish, and his mind was full of Ling Youdao's eerie smile.

It's not good; it's an illusion.

Luo Fanchen was struck dumb. When he looked at Ling Youdao, he saw that Ling Youdao had already waved the Soul Banner and summoned three fierce ghosts to pounce on him.

Fire spell—

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, Luo Fanchen was momentarily flustered. After chanting incantations and hand seals for a long time, he finally managed to unleash three crooked fireballs, which were easily dodged by the vengeful ghost.

What a powerful soul banner!
Luo Fanchen's expression was solemn as he glanced at Ling Moxue, who was clutching a dagger and whose face was deathly pale.

He originally intended to take Ling Moxue hostage to make Ling Youdao wary, but seeing that this scoundrel was almost insane, he feared that he had lost all reason and might accidentally kill the girl.

After hesitating for a moment, he fed Ling Moxue a fragment of a Concealing Breath Pill, and while fully engaging in the Golden Cicada Shedding its Shell technique, he threw the girl more than ten meters away, turned around, gripped his low-grade spirit sword, and swooped down to pierce the vengeful ghost.

A cold wind swept over him, and a stench filled his nostrils. Luo Fanchen's forearms felt icy cold, and his hand gripping the sword hilt trembled.

"Instead of taking Ling Moxue hostage to escape, you're attacking me instead? How dare you!"

Ling Youdao snorted, made a hand seal, and cast several hand gestures on the Soul Banner. Using the vengeful spirits and evil thoughts of the Soul Banner, he cast the Illusionary Art of Firefly, which struck Luo Fanchen squarely.

If one falls victim to this method, even in the late stages of Qi Refining, without the protection of a divine soul artifact, one will fall into illusions and be at the mercy of the perpetrator.

"Roar--"

The vengeful ghost was close at hand, and the cold wind scraped Luo Fanchen's cheeks painfully.

The Soul Banner technique is difficult to defend against, but fortunately, it was just a smoke and cloud escape clone that he had prepared in advance. After being hit, the clone turned into a light golden mist and dissipated.

When it reappeared, it had already escaped more than ten meters away.

"What an exquisite escape technique! It even managed to deceive the vengeful spirit under my command."

Ling Youdao was slightly taken aback. The Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell was a low-level escape technique, and this was the first time he had ever seen someone cultivate it to such a high level.

As he used the Soul Banner technique, the backlash within his body intensified, causing excruciating pain in his internal organs and tearing of his meridians, yet he seemed oblivious to it.

He then used one-third of the vengeful spirits from the Soul Banner to forcibly capture Cao Mengde. After a brief exchange, he was shocked to find that the demonic cultivator's killing methods were surprisingly weak.

It's not weak, it's almost nonexistent.

Aside from a few fancy moves with his spirit sword, this dignified fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator couldn't even defeat a low-ranking ghost.

Ling Youdao was so angry he almost laughed. This kind of useless trash, who couldn't even kill a chicken, dared to call himself a demonic cultivator? If he had killed this scoundrel back then, would he have ended up like this?
Without any means of killing, how could Cao Mengde have survived to the fourth level of Qi Refining? He relied on this fire spell that barely even scratched the surface.
He quickly understood why Cao Mengde had survived to this day.

"This demon's movements are incredibly skillful, his mastery is no less than that of a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator."

Ling Youdao muttered to himself. Despite being surrounded by more than ten vengeful spirits, Luo Fanchen was always in grave danger, but he was always able to use his Smoke and Cloud Escape technique to leap and dodge his killing moves from almost bizarre angles.

He was unable to subdue this demon for a time.

"Wow--."

Ling Youdao's skin began to fester, and fragments of his internal organs spurted out of his seven orifices. The backlash became increasingly severe, forcing him to slow down his offensive.

Cao Mengde may appear disheveled, but in reality, he possesses exceptional intuition for combat and a remarkable talent for anticipating crises.

This is an extremely rare talent among cultivators. If one were to master a killing technique, even he would have to be wary of it.

"To ensure the peace of Yanyun City, I will surely slay this scoundrel here!"

Ling Youdao roared angrily, once again squeezing out the life force within his body, and his black hair visibly became dry and gray.

Just as he was about to use another third of his soul to surround and kill Luo Fanchen, he suddenly heard a few faint breathing sounds.

Her breathing was so weak it was almost inaudible to the ear. Ling Youdao was slightly taken aback. When he looked again, he saw that the blood mist in front of him had grown into a human figure. Ling Moxue, with a fierce look in her eyes, suddenly knelt down and sprang up. The dagger in her hand gleamed coldly as she aimed straight for his brow.

The girl's face was contorted with rage, as if she wanted to devour someone. Her small hands were clenched white, but there was no fear in her eyes. "Die!"

The blade flashed as fast as a startled swan. Ling Youdao's expression changed slightly. He had actually been approached by a mortal woman.

Unfortunately, Ling Moxue's cultivation level was too low. Before the tip of her blade could even reach Ling Youdao's nose, she was entangled and attached to by several fierce ghosts, pinning her to the spot.

Ling Youdao coughed lightly, a wicked, scarlet smile spreading across his lips: "My dear niece, it's been a long time. Your uncle has been looking for you."

"Demon, I'll skin you alive!"

"You? A mere mortal."

Ling Youdao cruelly licked his lips, his large hand suddenly gripping Ling Moxue's neck, his brows furrowing, and the mocking words stuck in his throat.

"At the first level of Qi Refining, you've already adopted a passive, introspective approach?"

Ling Youdao trembled as he poured his true essence into Ling Moxue's body. Observing her meridians, he noticed that the incantation of the Heavenly Demon Spirit Puppet was slightly more blurred than before.

Cao Mengde not only taught Ling Moxue the method of cultivation, but also allowed her to use her true energy to dispel the incantation.

The value of a demonic puppet that has lost its incantation has greatly decreased, which is completely contrary to the interests of demonic cultivators.

In other words, Cao Mengde had no intention of possessing Ling Moxue's body or using her as medicine.

"He's not a demonic cultivator?"

In his moment of hesitation, Ling Youdao lost his composure.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luo Fanchen put his newfound knowledge to use, imitating Ling Youdao's methods by infusing a large amount of true essence into a low-grade spirit sword.

The sword hummed with spiritual light, its power surging, and in an instant, it swept away the encircling ghosts, slashing diagonally to sever Ling Youdao's right hand that was holding Ling Moxue.

Luo Fanchen's swordplay was clumsy, which Ling Youdao had already noticed. He could have easily dodged the sword light, but due to the severe backlash from his internal organs, he was unable to lift his feet.

Blood and flesh splattered, withered bodies fell to the ground; the outcome was decided.

He suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Cao Mengde, and the incantation within Ling Moxue's body dimmed, making it unusable for possession. Even if he successfully reclaimed the girl, he would lack the energy and time to rebuild the incantation.

"So you're not a demonic cultivator after all."

Ling Youdao murmured, calmly dispelling the sword beams that Luo Fanchen had unleashed as he turned around. Watching him snatch Ling Moxue back, he felt a sudden surge of emotion.

With Qiuyun under his protection, Moxue doesn't seem to be entirely helpless.

"Roar--"

At the same time, taking advantage of Ling Youdao's greatly depleted blood and energy, the demonic snake in the cave rolled its enormous body, attempting to destroy the Soul Banner.

It roared incessantly, its forked tongue flicking out, and blue smoke gathered from its gaping maw, forming a moss-colored halo resembling a net.

"This snake's venom is extremely potent. Take these two antidotes and quickly retreat behind me."

The bloodshot in Ling Youdao's eyes disappeared, and his mind returned to clarity.

He casually tossed out two pills, which Luo Fanchen caught and confirmed were antidote pills before feeding them to Ling Moxue, whose face was turning blue.

Once again venturing into the poisonous miasma, Luo Fanchen was certain that the snake venom had no effect on him.

"Your Excellency, what is your intention?"

Luo Fanchen took a half step back warily. He wasn't stupid; why would he actually go near that soul banner?

Just moments ago they were mortal enemies, and now they can turn enemies into friends in the blink of an eye? What a joke.

"I am the magistrate of Yanyun County, and it is my duty to eliminate this serpent demon that is ravaging the city. Since you are not a demonic cultivator, I will not harm you again."

Ling Youdao was panting heavily, his face as pale as paper, he was at his last gasp.

"Today I have rid the world of a scourge. There is no point in saying more. I will trouble you, fellow Daoist, to collect my body."

Ling Youdao was panting heavily and had no strength left to speak.

He commanded two fierce ghosts to forcibly protect Luo Fanchen and the other person behind the soul banner. Only then did his eyes reveal a fierce light. While making hand seals and chanting incantations, he gouged out an eyeball and sacrificed it, along with a severed hand and pieces of internal organs, into the soul banner.

A strong wind suddenly arose, and the five elements of blood patterns swirled with crimson light. Dozens of ghosts entangled and clung to it, forming a dark red cradle of withered bones. The ghostly faces on its surface struggled incessantly as if trying to escape, but all their efforts were in vain.

"Placenta: Soul Demon!"

"Roar!"

As the cradle of bones was completed, the demonic serpent simultaneously condensed a ring of azure smoke, spewing it towards the soul banner in the form of azure miasma.

Wherever the miasma passed, moss climbed up and the vegetation withered.

Ling Youdao simultaneously made a hand seal and unleashed the Purple River Soul Chariot Technique, responding head-on.

This technique possesses the power of a high-level Wonderful Technique, which Luo Fanchen greatly admired. Unfortunately, Ling Youdao's life force was depleted and his true essence was exhausted, so he could only unleash a maximum of 50% of its power.

"Today I will surely subdue you, you demonic serpent, and vanquish evil to uphold justice!"

Ling Youdao's face showed a deathly look, and his eyes were filled with madness. When Luo Fanchen heard this, he found it quite laughable that these words came from the mouth of a demonic cultivator.

(End of this chapter)