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

Chapter 118 My Sister is Disappointing, So I Won't Be Polite (7700-word chapter, added from yesterday)

"Master Luo, what do you think of me?"

The gauze curtains swayed, Mo Xue tilted her chin slightly upward, her almond eyes glistening with moisture, half expectant and half longing.

"Mo Xue is number one in my heart."

Luo Fanchen let the strands of Mo Xue's black hair slip through his fingers, and gently patted the girl's beautiful back with his palm.

Mo Xue's mouth opened and closed silently, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself. If it were before, hearing Master Luo personally admit that she was number one would have made her overjoyed, but now, she felt an indescribable bitterness.

She is no longer content with just being the number one among her relatives.

"Master Luo, I'm very greedy."

Mo Xue gently brushed her nose against Luo Ye's neck, her lips caressing his collarbone, lingering with light kisses as she moved upwards, kissing his Adam's apple with a passionate intensity.

"Master Luo, do you like me?"

The hot breath brushed against his neck, and the moist, dense sucking sensation enveloped his Adam's apple, making him feel a tingling sensation. He could feel the pearly teeth gently nibbling at him like a spoiled child. Luo Fanchen's body stiffened slightly, and he awkwardly turned his neck away.

"Of course I like Mo Xue."

After speaking calmly and matter-of-factly, Luo Fanchen pointed his index finger at Mo Xue's lips and gently guided her to lift her head.

"like me?"

Mo Xue's eyelashes trembled slightly, her almond-shaped eyes brightened slightly, but she quickly frowned and pouted.

"What kind of 'liking' does Master Luo have?"

"I like Qiuyun just as much."

Luo Fanchen smiled, but felt a little sad. He knew Mo Xue's feelings, of course.

Unfortunately, he was deeply mired in the struggle, and his future was uncertain. Putting aside the covetousness of the Luo and Tuo families, Luo Qianqiu's benefits were not free. He estimated that even if he managed to obtain the Founding Order, he would not be able to sever ties with this witch and would inevitably be blackmailed by her.

He could either go into hiding and flee to another realm, or simply become a demonic cultivator and seek freedom.

The former must at least cultivate to the point of Core Formation before he has a chance to join the Xuanmen sect of the Shaoyang Huamu Gong and openly marry Mo Xue. The latter, on the other hand, is already blessed by heaven if they don't become mortal enemies.

"Master Luo is cheating!"

Mo Xue made a face, her lower lip covering her upper lip in a wronged manner.

"Mo Xue said we can't favor one over the other."

Luo Fanchen shook his head and chuckled. Mo Xue's small mouth opened and closed slightly, wanting to refute but too tongue-tied to speak, her little face turning slightly red.

She did say that, but times have changed. Master Luo is not a blockhead; he knows what he's thinking, but he just won't respond directly.

How dare Li Miaoyun eat it, but she can't?
"I want the kind of affection that Sister Miaoyun has."

Mo Xue drooped her little head, her lips parted and closed, her pearly teeth gently nibbling at Luo Fanchen's fingertips, her apricot tears glistening.

She felt shy, her earlobes behind her temples were tinged with a soft light pink, and her beautiful eyes were lowered, not daring to meet Luo Ye's gaze. She was both expectant and afraid that Luo Ye would reject her, after all, Luo Ye had never responded to her directly.

If she is rejected, how should she cope?
This blow must be even greater than Li Miaoyun's affair, right? But after Li Miaoyun gets her way, Ming Ruoxue, who is only in name, is probably also eyeing the opportunity. She feels a strong sense of crisis and finds it hard to bear.

"I can't give Mo Xue that kind of affection right now."

"Can't you give it to me?"

Mo Xue's pretty face turned from red to white, her lips trembling, but she quickly and keenly caught the key words.

For now! Doesn't that mean there will be other opportunities in the future?
Hope rekindled in Mo Xue's eyes. She covered Luo Fanchen's hand with her delicate hand, gently rubbed her cheek against his palm, and gave him a tender, lingering kiss.

"Master Luo."

"Mo Xue is still young and her experience is limited."

"Master Luo is a man of outstanding talent in this era, and I am no longer a little girl!"

Mo Xue looked at Master Luo pitifully, sniffing softly, "I can already have children in the mortal realm."

"Yes, Mo Xue is already nineteen years old."

Luo Fanchen sighed softly, feeling rather wistful, as if his first meeting with Mo Xue was just yesterday.

He softened his voice and said patiently, "Mo Xue is exceptionally talented. When I was nineteen, I had just reached the second level of Qi Refining, while you already have the sixth level of cultivation."

“My Mo Xue will definitely join the Sword Sect in the future and become a true disciple. At that time, her perspective will be different.”

"impossible!"

Mo Xue firmly rejected the idea, then frowned slightly, her almond-shaped eyes darting around mischievously, and she murmured shyly with a blush on her pretty face.

"That's possible, so Master Luo should seize the opportunity and make it a fait accompli."

"You girl."

Luo Fanchen smiled and lightly touched Mo Xue's nose with his fingertip. The girl's mind was working even faster than before.

"If you still think the same way you do today when you join the Daoist sect, become a true disciple, and surpass me in cultivation, then..."

"Just what?"

"Let's do as Mo Xue thinks. At that time, I won't be able to resist you."

Luo Fanchen stared at the golden rope behind Mo Xue, as if making a point.

Since the incident with Liu Xia, he had a clear self-awareness that he was more suited to the unbridled path of demonic cultivation than the righteous path.

If Mo Xue remains unchanged even after achieving the Golden Core stage, then let's take him back.

"Beyond Master Luo?"

Mo Xue murmured silently, her almond-shaped eyes seeming to gleam with a sharp light. She clenched her fists tightly, a strong desire welling up from her heart.

Just imagining knocking Master Luo to the ground, tying him up like a dumpling, transporting him to the deep mountains and forests, and reveling in erotic scenes day and night made her swallow hard, as if she had inexhaustible energy.

As long as one's cultivation surpasses that of Master Luo, one can monopolize him and do whatever one wants to him.
"Hmm? Mo Xue, where are you going?"

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback. He was about to continue comforting Mo Xue when the girl suddenly stood up, climbed out of bed gracefully, grabbed the spirit stone, and walked towards the door, leaving only her beautiful back view.

“Cultivation doesn’t have to wait until you join a Daoist sect. Just watch, Master Luo, in six months at most, my cultivation will surpass yours!”

Overwhelmed with emotion, Mo Xue didn't wait for Luo Fanchen to stop her. She grabbed the Yuanshui Pearl from the table, stuffed it into her bosom, and stormed out the door.

She's going to cultivate and take Master Luo back with her!

"This girl"

Luo Fanchen's right hand froze in mid-air. He called out several times but couldn't get Mo Xue back. While he found it amusing, a sense of crisis began to creep into his heart.

He was certain that Mo Xue was serious; if he was surpassed by her, he would really be tied up and locked in a dark room.

"Uncle Luo, Sister won't be coming back."

Just as Luo Fanchen was about to get up to find Mo Xue, the soul banner in the room moved without wind. Amidst the swirling mist, the quilt twitched and rose high. After a while, a small head popped out from inside, and a pair of watery eyes looked at him with a smile.

"My sister's full of energy and won't be coming back. The night is still long, so let me warm your bed for her."

"Autumn Charm, stop fooling around."

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback. The next moment, Qiu Yun's gentle and graceful body pressed against him. Her beautiful eyes were filled with affection, and her pretty face lingered as she nestled into Luo's arms. Her luscious lips kissed the spot where her older sister had just kissed her, covering it with her own scent.

"Uncle Luo, it's been so long since I've tasted your flavor."

Qiu Yun's delicate oval face was flushed, her eyes filled with longing. Her full breasts pressed tightly against her chest, overflowing with a large expanse of white, tender, and soft flesh. The soft and warm flesh pressed against her chest felt wonderful to the touch, and although it was slightly immature, there was not a trace of foreign object that would hurt her.

The last time she absorbed Uncle Luo's blood was before her sublimation, a full two months ago.

Since her older sister is so disappointing, she won't hold back.
"Wait, Mo Xue, she..."

"My sister went to practice her sword and won't be back."

Autumn's pretty face was flushed, and as her long, snowy neck stretched out, she choked softly without a sound.

She lowered her head and kissed Luo Fanchen's chin with her soft, hot lips. Light kisses, like a gentle rain, covered his cheeks and neck, finally landing on the corner of his lips, revealing her affection and love without reservation.

"Uncle Luo, even I get jealous of Sister Miaoyun."

Her delicate nose was slightly wrinkled, and her slender eyebrows swayed like willow branches in a gentle breeze. She was so gentle and charming that it was impossible to refuse her.

"Uncle Luo, may I kiss you?"

Qiu Yun gently licked Luo Fanchen's lips with her tongue. As she breathed softly, one could see her delicate pink tongue and neat white teeth. Her breath, filled with lavender, carried a faint sweetness that permeated his entire mouth.

Luo Fanchen gazed into Qiu Yun's star-like eyes, his lips savoring the girl's warm softness. He felt slightly tipsy and couldn't bring himself to refuse.

"Uncle Luo, I kissed you."

Autumn Charm murmured softly, her oval face flushed, her full lips adorned with glistening drops, like the tender flesh of a peeled lychee, breathtakingly beautiful. She timidly covered Uncle Luo's eyes with her delicate hand, her lips slightly pouting as she slowly moved upwards along the corner of his lips, finally capturing his lips in her mouth.

The girl's kiss was shy and timid. She gripped Uncle Luo's shoulders tightly with her hands, her knuckles turning slightly white. Her breasts pressed even closer together, and they were so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats.

The fragrance of her breath was intoxicating, and Luo Fanchen's pupils constricted slightly, as if he were kissing a sweet, vermilion fruit.

The moist air instantly filled her nose and then spread throughout her mouth. A sweet taste, like drinking sweet dew, danced on her tongue and lips. All the noise faded away, leaving only the girl's increasingly rapid heartbeat.

At first, it tasted like the sweetness of lavender, with a soft and delicate touch that filled my lips and teeth, as if my body and soul were about to melt under this kiss. Then, the girl gently nibbled at my lips with her pearly teeth, leaving a slight stinging sensation.

A gentle warmth flowed out, which the girl carefully swallowed and put into her mouth. The slight stinging sensation quickly disappeared in the soft, enveloping feeling.

"Hoo—Uncle Luo's flavor, hehe."

After a long while, Qiuyun exhaled a satisfied breath, licking her lips with lingering pleasure. Her delicate lips were soaked with fragrant saliva. She then gave Uncle Luo a light kiss on the forehead. Her bright, beautiful eyes were so moist that they seemed to overflow with autumn water, making her indescribably beautiful.

Her snow-white neck was flushed with a delicate pink blush, and a few strands of hair, slightly disheveled, clung to the corners of her mouth, brushing against Luo Fanchen's cheek, sending shivers down his spine, filled with the warm, sweet scent of lavender.

"You little brat, you took advantage of my vulnerability and succeeded."

Luo Fanchen smacked his lips, still somewhat unsatisfied. Compared to Li Miaoyun's enthusiasm, Qiuyun's reserve had its own unique charm.

His appetite was whetted, but he also felt pity for the young girl. He forcibly suppressed his desire and held Qiuyun's waist tightly, without making any further moves.

"Unfortunately, I am only a soul, and I cannot be like Sister Miaoyun."

Autumn's charm also stirs emotions, yet a hint of melancholy shines through her tear-filled eyes.

She has no physical body; her soul is inherently evil and yin, belonging to the extreme yin. There is no such thing as dual cultivation for her; she can only either absorb or be absorbed. With her current soul power, if she were to have sex with Uncle Luo even once, she would probably be absorbed to the point of her soul being destroyed.

"Mo Xue will surely join the Sword Sect in the future, and Qiu Yun will also be able to return to life and cultivate the immortal path again."

"Uncle Luo won't go to the Sword Sect with Sister, right?"

Qiu Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly. Compared to her slightly slow-witted older sister, she understood what Uncle Luo was thinking better.

Uncle Luo did not want to be a burden to her and her sister. Before resolving his own troubles, he would never go to the Sword Sect to drag his sister down. In fact, if he did not have sufficient status and position, Uncle Luo would not see his sister again.

"Mo Xue is easily agitated, and Qiu Yun needs to help her control herself more."

Luo Fanchen smiled and gave Qiu Yun a light kiss on the forehead, without responding directly, but the girl had already guessed what he was thinking.

"I want to stay with Uncle Luo. My sister is strong on the outside but tough on the inside. She can successfully comprehend the profound chapters and achieve the Golden Core even without me."

“But without me, the Soul Banner’s power will be greatly reduced. I am more important to Uncle Luo.”

Qiu Yun pursed her lips very thinly and couldn't help but hug Uncle Luo's waist tightly, her soft body seemingly wanting to melt into his embrace.

"Staying on the Soul Banner for too long will not be good for you. I will look for a new banner spirit. If I leave Mo Xue, she will probably be in a slump for a long time. If you leave too, Mo Xue may not be able to withstand the blow. You know she lacks a sense of security."

Luo Fanchen made the final decision, giving Qiu Yun no chance to negotiate.

The Soul Banner is ultimately a demonic artifact. Although it can protect Qiu Yun's three souls and seven spirits, it will subtly influence the soul and the owner's temperament. When they first met, Qiu Yun was kind-hearted and even felt pity for the enemies she lost the battle against.

Now, people kill without blinking an eye, and can search for souls and control ghosts in one go, with a hint of humanity fading away.

Of course, he was the one most deeply affected.

Upon first receiving the Soul Banner, he was indecisive, overly cautious, and severely lacked self-confidence.

In just six months, he was able to practice demonic cultivation with a clear conscience, and he could calmly refine demonic treasures that ordinary people considered taboo using cruel methods.

The disciples of the four sects trapped in the Soul Banner have not yet been released. Dozens of demonic souls are suffering day and night. Liu Xia and Ma Fei's intelligence has also been worn down by the Soul Banner. He was not nearly as ruthless as he was back then.

"Uncle Luo."

Qiu Yun hesitated, then silently rested her head on Uncle Luo's chest, greedily inhaling his scent.

She knew Uncle Luo's style of doing things; once he made a decision, he would never change it, so she cherished the tenderness in front of her even more.

Luo Fanchen held Qiu Yun tightly, kissing her hair, and the two of them fell into a deep sleep, nestled together.

At the same time, Mo Xuexiang was sweating profusely, still struggling to wield her sword.

Two days later, the spirit ship hummed as it prepared to dock.

The Ming family is located in the heart of the Qingyuan Domain. Originating from humble beginnings, they lived in a desolate place. However, after Ming Ruoxue displayed her exceptional talent and was recognized by True Person Tuo Yuanxi, who exceptionally accepted her into the Luoshen Pavilion, the family rose to prominence and moved here. This place is situated on a tributary of the Luo River and is governed by three major vassal sects: the Nishui Sect, the Xianhe Sect, and the Qingyuan Pavilion.

It oversees twelve immortal districts, with Haihe District being the most prominent. Located on a tributary spiritual vein, it is extremely prosperous and directly governed by Luoshen Pavilion.

"My Ming family is located in the core of the inner ring of Haihefang. This neighborhood is built on the spiritual vein of a tributary of the Luo River. Like Feiyunfang, it is divided into three rings and is supported by a second-grade high-level spirit gathering array, which is sufficient for your daily cultivation."

On the spirit ship, Ming Ruoxue's black hair danced gracefully, and her voice was kind and gentle.

"The spirit puppets on the ship belong to the Luoshen Pavilion, and I cannot agree to that. However, my master bestowed upon me a mid-grade second-tier Kui Water Spirit Puppet in my early years to protect me. If you need it, I can lend it to you temporarily."

"Thank you very much, Ruoxue."

Beside him, Luo Fanchen sincerely thanked him, feeling a slight sense of relief.

With the help of the spirit puppet, Miaoyun can stay by his side for a long time to protect him, and her future actions will be more forgiving.

"It's a trivial matter; you and I, as husband and wife, don't need to make such a fuss."

Ming Ruoxue gently shook her head. As her storage ring flickered, a palm-sized figure emerged from the ring, shimmering with spiritual light, and slowly floated toward Luo Fanchen's palm.

"This item can only be controlled by a Foundation Establishment cultivator. My residence in Haihefang is available for Miaoyun to stay for a long time."

Ming Ruoxue's blue eyes remained calm, as if she didn't take it to heart.

She certainly knew Luo Fanchen's intention in demanding the spirit puppet, and having a Foundation Establishment cultivator as his protector would indeed greatly ensure his safety.

"Isn't this not good?"

Luo Fanchen was slightly embarrassed. After all, Ming Ruoxue was his nominal wife. Was it inappropriate for him to help Miaoyun find a place to live?
However, I've heard that the Immortal Workshops under the Luoshen Pavilion reserve a portion of prime land for the construction of residences, intended for the sect's most outstanding talents to reside in temporarily. Those above the inner sect level even have permanent residency rights.

"The core residence in the inner ring costs four spirit stones per month. It is not available for non-local cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage. For those above the Foundation Establishment stage, the rent doubles in the first year and must be rented for three years at once."

"Ahem, Ruoxue is so thoughtful."

After thinking it over, Luo Fanchen realized that his spirit stones weren't something that fell from the sky, so he figured he might as well take advantage of the situation.

Ming Ruoxue did not respond, but casually tossed him a jade token from the mansion and a roll of gold paper, then made a hand seal to make the spirit ship slowly dock.

Luo Fanchen took the jade tablet, then unfolded the gold paper and scanned it. It was a detailed aerial view of the mine, with several markings on it, which should be guards, entrances and exits, and hidden sentries in the array.

"Because of my relationship with the Zhen family, most of the Ming family may not welcome you."

"The spiritual vein depicted in this scroll belongs to the Immortal River Sect. The Ming family has been planning for years but has failed to seize it. If you want to establish your authority, you can start here."

Ming Ruoxue's pretty face remained calm, as if she had just said it casually and hadn't taken it to heart at all.

In her eyes, the Ming family's good-for-nothing descendants were no match for Luo Fanchen. With his methods, he had at least a dozen ways to subdue the Ming family, not to mention that he was currently a disciple of the Luo Shen Pavilion.

Controlling the Ming family is a piece of cake; the real challenge is figuring out how to guard against the three major vassal sects.

"The Immortal River, the Reverse Water, and the Azure Origin Sects are all top-tier vassal sects with foundations far surpassing those of the Qinghe Sect. They are closely connected with the Four Great Families, and most of their outstanding disciples come from the collateral branches of the Four Great Families, giving them considerable influence within their sects."

"Among them, the Immortal River Sect favors the Gong family, the Reverse Water Sect favors the Luo family, and the Azure Origin Sect favors the Tuo family."

"A superior vassal sect allows its family to infiltrate freely?"

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback. In his view, the superior vassal sects could already be considered the backbone of the Luo Shen Pavilion's territory.

According to the standards of Luoshen Pavilion, Qinghe Sect and Xianshui Residence can only be considered as lower-level vassals, Houtu Pavilion's four sects can be considered as middle-level, and the prosperous Yimu Sect can barely be considered as upper-level. Its most important standard is that there is a Baodan True Person guarding the sect.

"It has twelve Immortal Workshops under its jurisdiction. The three sects occupy six of them, and the remaining six are directly controlled by my Luoshen Pavilion."

Ming Ruoxue didn't take it to heart. No matter how domineering the four major families were in their pursuit of profit, they would ultimately have to rely on the Luoshen Pavilion for survival.

Aren't the sects also using their infiltration to control the vassal sects? In the end, the most outstanding direct disciples of the four major families will still join the Luoshen Pavilion, and the vassal branches that have infiltrated will still be controlled by the direct branches.

Furthermore, similar to superior vassal sects, the surrounding important immortal workshops are all guarded and maintained by disciples personally dispatched by the sects. There are teleportation arrays that lead directly to the Luoshen Pavilion. If there is any rebellion like that of the Yimu Sect, it will be quickly suppressed.

"Om-"

The protective array sensed the clan markings of the Luoshen Pavilion on the spirit ship and immediately opened the barrier, allowing the spirit ship to pass freely.

"I am Qingyuan, the steward of the Reverse Water Sect, paying my respects to Fairy Ruoxue."

"We respectfully welcome the fairy's return."

The spirit ship slowly docked, its enormous shadow obscuring the sun. The once bustling and noisy immortal market fell silent for a moment. The cultivators below looked up at the spirit ship, their gazes lingering on the ice crystal snow lotus pattern. They all clasped their fists and respectfully chanted.

The cultivators below all bowed in submission, with Qingyuan, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, bowing deeply to the ground in utmost respect.

"Ruoxue, this Haihefang..."

Looking down at his feet, Luo Fanchen saw countless cultivators, resembling ants, and the entire Immortal Palace seemed within a hand's grasp.

"Yes, Haihefang was previously guarded by Tuotian. After he was confined and removed from the order of succession, my master recommended that I be the one to guard it."

Ming Ruoxue looked down from her high vantage point, her blue eyes calm.

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback, then belatedly realized that Ming Ruoxue was now the person in charge of Haihefang, holding the first place in the decision-making order.

Let alone arranging a mansion for Miaoyun, even if you allocated two streets to her, not a single person would dare to object.

"Rise, I dislike noise."

With a serene blue eye, Ming Ruoxue waved her hand lightly, and the spirit ship transformed into a stream of light and was put into her sleeve.

A layer of hazy frost and snow enveloped her once again, obscuring her beautiful figure. Her veil, as thin as a cicada's wing, appeared out of nowhere and danced in the wind.

She took the initiative to extend her slender arm, put it around Luo Fanchen's arm, and led him directly towards the Ming family.

The cultivators along the way all focused their attention on Luo Fanchen, seemingly wanting to catch a glimpse of the Daoist prodigy's face. They all marveled at his abilities, and when they sensed Luo Fanchen's cultivation level, they couldn't hide their envy. However, due to his status as an outer disciple of the Luo Shen Pavilion, they dared not show the slightest hostility.

"Is this the husband of Fairy Ruoxue?"

"Indeed, a handsome man, but his cultivation is a little weak?"

"The Zhen family's top-ranking inner disciple has long been in love with Fairy Ruoxue, but unexpectedly, the fairy only chose an outer disciple who cultivates Qi?"

"What outer sect? I heard this person was just a rogue cultivator who only became an outer sect member after marrying the fairy. I'm so envious!"

The incessant noise around him and the countless envious gazes that seemed to ignite Luo Fanchen's soul almost made him burn.

For independent cultivators or disciples affiliated with sects, becoming a disciple of the Daoist sect and gaining the favor of a Daoist fairy are both unattainable dreams, yet now one person has achieved both.

This person also comes from a humble background and has only average cultivation level, so how could he not make people jealous to the point of toothache?

"Indeed, it's bustling."

Luo Fanchen sighed softly. In Feiyunfang, a Foundation Establishment cultivator was a rare find, but in Haihefang, he could only be considered upper-class.

They all approached with friendly smiles, offering their greeting cards and attempting to make friends. Some even went so far as to present gifts, their intentions clearly obsequious, but Ming Ruoxue coldly rebuffed them.

“From now on, when my husband travels outside, those with ulterior motives may regard you as an extension of my will.”

"I know my wife cherishes her reputation."

Luo Fanchen chuckled. He couldn't bring himself to do something as foolish as accepting bribes under the guise of Ming Ruoxue's husband's name. Ruoxue's cultivation method couldn't violate the sect's rules.

Ming Ruoxue's pretty face flushed slightly as she explained, "Of course I believe you, but I'm afraid of being taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives."

As the battle for her successor draws near, those who covet her grow increasingly impatient. Though they cannot harm her, they will resort to despicable means, whether through bribery or coercion, to influence those around her to make mistakes, thus disgusting her and attempting to disrupt her peace of mind.

"I'm a rogue cultivator; these dirty tricks won't work on me."

"Thank you for your hard work, my husband."

Ming Ruoxue's blue eyes showed a hint of apology.

Overall, she benefited greatly from the transaction, and now she has caused Luo Fanchen inconvenience, which makes her feel quite guilty.

The two hurried along, passing numerous shops that covered daily necessities. Several main roads led in all directions, with hundreds of branch streets. There were many cultivators along the way, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares filled the air. They could hardly see any ordinary people. In terms of area and prosperity, it was more than ten times the size of Feiyunfang.

Upon reaching the inner ring, the spiritual energy suddenly surged. Although it was far inferior to the Luoshen Pavilion peak, it was still a treasure land. Its spiritual energy was similar to that of the core spirit-gathering array of a superior vassal sect, enough to supply the breathing of late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"Feiyunfang is indeed a remote and impoverished place."

Luo Fanchen sighed softly, noticing several jeweled pavilions among the towering buildings.

Belonging to the Immortal Forging Workshop of Longxiang Mountain, the Heavenly Record Pavilion of Sanqing Cave, the Myriad Array Tower of Tianji Pavilion, and the Changle Garden of Hehuan Sect, there is also a magnificent ten-story building in the very center, on which the three characters "Gathering Treasure Pavilion" are written in a dragon and phoenix style.

This pavilion is far superior to any branch pavilion in Feiyunfang; it is incredibly grand.

"This Treasure Pavilion is the only branch of the twelve Immortal Workshops, and a True Person named Yu Xuzi is stationed there."

Ming Ruoxue gave a brief introduction, saying that Yu Xuzi was a very famous figure in Haihefang. He was the only active Core Formation True Person in the Twelve Immortals' domain, with a Core Formation Stage 2 cultivation.

"This branch of the pavilion is on good terms with the Zhen family. Yu Xuzi and Zhen Wuyuan hit it off immediately and formed a friendship despite their age difference."

"It seems that this branch has quite a few opinions about me."

"Don't worry, you've already registered with the Luoshen Pavilion. Yu Xuzi won't and wouldn't dare to make a move against you. At most, he might try some tricks with the supply of goods."

Whenever they passed through an important power, Ming Ruoxue would carefully explain things to Luo Fanchen.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Luo Fanchen will be living in Haihefang for a long time, and he will inevitably have to deal with them in the future as he manages the Ming family.

"The battle for the top spot is approaching. After my wedding, I will devote more time to cultivation."

"At that time, I will have the elders gradually hand over the affairs of the Ming family to you. As for things in Haihefang that I am unable to attend to, I may also entrust you with some trivial matters temporarily, so as not to delay your cultivation."

Ming Ruoxue spoke slowly, already beginning to explain the handover procedures.

"Is Ruoxue preparing to compete for the top spot?"

"Naturally, a Core Formation Spiritual Object is also very important to me."

Ming Ruoxue nodded in affirmation and did not hide anything, but all inner disciples were qualified to compete for the chief position.

Is there anything I can do to help you?

"The competition for the chief position is not an internal struggle, but a direct confrontation with the demonic cultivators of the Bodhi Academy. It is extremely dangerous, with nearly half of the participants in previous competitions suffering casualties, mostly Foundation Establishment cultivators."

After Ming Ruoxue finished speaking, a smile appeared on her lips beneath the thin veil: "Your help in managing the Ming family is the greatest help you can give me."

Luo Fanchen frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Is the competition for the chief a contest of killing demonic cultivators?"

"Killing demonic cultivators is secondary. In previous trials, the main focus was on competing for strategic resources, such as spirit fields, mines, secret realms, and mountain ranges."

"Hmm? Strategic resources, does Ruoxue have any fellow disciples to help her?"

Luo Fanchen frowned slightly, looking quite puzzled.

When it comes to competing for strategic resources, it's impossible to go it alone. You definitely need allies and mutual assistance to ensure that you can defend the resources while planning your offensive and allocating resources.

"No one helped me; I was all alone."

After Ming Ruoxue finished speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she tilted her head in confusion and stared at Luo Fanchen.

She needed to sever all worldly ties as much as possible, so why would she deliberately cultivate relationships and leave behind favors?
How can one person fight this battle?

"The competition for the top spot is based on a points system, with resource competition accounting for 70%, and further strategic maneuvering accounting for 30%."

Ming Ruoxue pursed her lips slightly, seemingly a little embarrassed, and said, "If I take a resource point and hold it, I will get a minimum of points. After the battle ends, I will return to the sect to compete for the top spot, and I can at least rank third."

"Where is the chief?"

Luo Fanchen asked a question in return, to which Ming Ruoxue remained silent, responding with a polite smile.

Such is the popularity of those who cultivate the Dao of Forgetfulness. The top three in this round were originally predetermined to be given to the four major clans. The fact that she was able to fight her way out and take the top three is already a great achievement. As for the chief position, she has neither the will nor the ability to compete with Zhen Wuyuan.

Zhen Wuyuan was exceptionally gifted, kind and upright, and had a wide circle of friends thanks to the Zhen family's backing.

In the battle for resource points, even the other three combined can't beat him.

"Does Ruoxue want to be the chief?"

“A top-grade Core Formation treasure is naturally excellent.”

Ming Ruoxue did not respond directly, but Luo Fanchen already knew what she was thinking.

Knowing he couldn't win, he simply gave up and considered getting third place a success. But that wouldn't do. He was still hoping Ming Ruoxue would take first place and exchange for the sect-building token for him. What was third place?
However, he was not able to assist Ming Ruoxue at the moment, so he could only suppress his feelings and discuss it again later.

"The Ming family's residence is just ahead."

After walking for a while, Ming Ruoxue stopped and frowned slightly. In front of her were rows of mansions and courtyards, connected in groups, covering an area similar to the steward's quarters in Feiyunfang, which was extremely luxurious in Haihefang.

"The Ming family is indeed impressive."

Luo Fanchen couldn't help but chuckle. He could sense Ming Ruoxue's annoyance, and the scent of lotus seeds at the tip of his nose gradually intensified.

Even with the Ming family's power, and even if they benefited from Ming Ruoxue's influence, they wouldn't be able to stay in such a precious place for long.

Unless the bribe was accepted in her name.

(End of this chapter)