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

Chapter 119 Ming Family, Establishing Authority (6300 words)

"Welcome back to your clan, Miss."

Before them stood a sea of ​​people, a dense crowd of cultivators packed together. Upon seeing Ming Ruoxue appear, they respectfully bowed and spontaneously formed two lines, making way for the two to return.

Ming Ruoxue's blue eyes were indifferent, and her pretty face was expressionless, but Luo Fanchen could feel her delicate hand holding his, which tightened slightly.

There were no fewer than a hundred cultivators before them, most of whom were at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, with a few at the late stage. They were all wearing uniform Daoist robes, which should be low-grade magic artifacts. Judging from their demeanor, they were likely rogue cultivators, not members of the Ming family, and more like servants or guards.

More than a hundred monks served as servants—what a grand gesture! Even someone as extravagant as Liu Xia only had a dozen or so people accompanying her.

"Sister Ruoxue, you're back?"

"It's good that you're back. The ancestor has summoned you to the ancestral hall for a chat. Ruoxue may go ahead and pay her respects first."

The sound grew louder as it approached. Several cultivators dressed in fine robes and with swords at their waists walked slowly, surrounded by a group of rogue cultivators. Their cultivation levels were not high, about the same as the rogue cultivators beside them, but their Daoist robes were exquisite, shimmering with spiritual light, at least at the mid-grade of the first rank.

They were all radiant and imposing, with chins held high and eyes looking down on others. Each of them possessed at least three magical artifacts, as if they wanted to carry all the rare items with them. They were clearly nouveau riche, showing no sense of crisis whatsoever.

If these lambs leave Haihefang, even their bones will be eaten.

"Third Uncle, Eldest Brother."

Ming Ruoxue nodded slightly, her veil fluttering as she bowed. Though she was bowing, her words conveyed no respect whatsoever.

The leader, dressed in a blue robe and holding a book, had a handsome face with a scholarly air. His eyes were narrow and upturned like knives, and his thin lips gave him a sinister and harsh look, making him an unapproachable person.

Beside him stood a handsome young nobleman, with a sword at his waist, red lips and white teeth, a face like a jade plate with a slightly effeminate air, a disdainful gaze, and a slightly unsteady gait. He seemed to lack yang energy and his blood and qi were depleted, giving off the vibe of a spoiled brat.

“Ming Ruyuan, Ming Ruohai, my third uncle and eldest brother.”

After a brief introduction by Ming Ruoxue, Luo Fanchen observed them briefly but didn't take them seriously.

One is at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and the other is at the seventh level of Qi Refining. However, their cultivation foundation is weak and their true essence is insufficient. Their cultivation methods are acceptable, but their Dao heart is probably not firm and they cannot endure hardship. They are typical examples of those who have been forced to grow too fast.

"Our ancestors have been waiting for you for a long time. Come with me to the ancestral hall first."

"The elders of the three major sects and the heads of several treasure pavilions, upon hearing of your return to their sects, came to our clan last night to celebrate with you. They are now having a pleasant conversation with our ancestors and are all waiting for you in the ancestral hall to personally congratulate you on taking charge of Haihefang."

Ming Ruyuan smiled warmly, but completely ignored Luo Fanchen.

In front of Ming Ruoxue, the two concealed their hostility very well, but the Yi Wood Mark on Luo Fanchen's chest was faintly aching.

He narrowed his eyes, preparing to target the father and son later.

"Sigh, Sister Ruoxue is truly remarkable. From now on, Haihefang will belong to the Ming family."

Ming Ruohai was also smug and took the initiative to lead the way. Neither father nor son glanced at Luo Fanchen and turned to leave. Ming Ruoxue frowned slightly and stopped in her tracks. The scent of lotus seeds in Luo Fanchen's nose became stronger and stronger. He knew that his wife was about to make trouble.

Violating the clan rules is absolutely taboo for Ming Ruoxue, especially violating them in her name; it is not impossible for her to put aside her own family for the greater good.

"Shall we go in and take a look?"

As Ming Ruoxue's emerald eyes gleamed with a chilling light, Luo Fanchen gently grasped the fairy's soft hand and promptly placed a Heart Cleansing Pill to her lips.

Ming Ruoxue was slightly taken aback and did not take it. After hesitating for a moment, she parted her lips slightly and put the medicine pill into her mouth through the thin veil.

This veil is also a magic weapon.

“I haven’t been back to my family for a long time, and there was nothing unusual in our correspondence. I never imagined they were so extravagant.”

Ming Ruoxue sighed softly. After refining the Cleansing Heart Pill, the lotus seed scent on her body faded a bit. She grasped Luo Fanchen's hand in return, dispelling some of the frost and snow on her body. In front of all the cultivators, they clasped hands and led him directly into the Ming family.

Ming Ruoxue did not follow behind her third uncle. Instead, she led him through a series of swift movements and quickly appeared outside the ancestral hall.

"A second-tier protective array, it's incredibly rich."

Luo Fanchen scoffed. "A second-tier, low-grade [Gathering Light Array] is nothing more than the protective array of some weaker vassal sects."

The Ming family doesn't seem like a declining Foundation Establishment family. Judging from its size and luxury, it seems like they have a Core Formation cultivator in charge.

"Don't tease me."

Ming Ruoxue shook her head helplessly. Beneath her dark hair, her crystal-clear earlobes turned slightly red, and she became unusually embarrassed.

The ancestral hall occupies a large area, with brick walls made of spirit stone mixed with mysterious crystal. The tables, chairs, jade desks, memorial tablets, and incense burners are all carved from first-grade mid-level spirit wood. The interior is simple and elegant, and any brick you pick out would be enough for a rogue cultivator for half a year. It is incredibly luxurious.

Inside, Foundation Establishment cultivators filled the room, chatting happily. On the main seat sat an old woman with a youthful face and white hair, kind and gentle, dressed in a bright red silk fur coat, with a gold and jade inlaid crown on her head, exuding an air of nobility.

"Met grandma."

Ming Ruoxue led Luo Fanchen in a simple bow.

The noise immediately ceased, and the many Foundation Establishment cultivators dressed in sect robes hurriedly stood up, cupped their hands in greeting, and said in unison, "Greetings, Fairy Ruoxue."

"Ruoxue hasn't come back for two years. I thought you had forgotten about this old woman."

Ming Hankong calmly took a sip of tea and did not immediately summon Ming Ruoxue into the hall. Instead, he addressed the Foundation Establishment elder of the sect beside him.

"Fellow Daoists, please rise. It is a joyous occasion that Ruoxue has returned home today and taken up the position of manager. In the future, my Ming family will need your continued support."

Ming Hankong spoke with a smile, but the Foundation Establishment cultivators who had been so eager before remained silent, all keeping their eyes lowered and bowing in greeting, without moving an inch, while their peripheral vision focused on Ming Ruoxue.

Ming Ruoxue's face was as calm as a still lake, her green eyes narrowed, and anyone whose gaze fell upon her felt as if they were being pricked by thorns.

The atmosphere was tense. Ming Hankong's expression stiffened slightly. Ming Ruoxue took light steps and, regardless of whether she had received permission, led Luo Fanchen into the main hall. She cupped her hands and said, "Grandmother, this is my husband, named Luo Fanchen. He will be staying in the Ming family for a long time from now on."

"Heh, I've heard of him. He's from a branch of a collateral lineage under your third uncle, isn't that right?"

Ming Hankong narrowed her slightly cloudy eyes. She used her divine sense to get a preliminary understanding of Luo Fanchen's cultivation level and aptitude. He was over thirty years old and at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He was considered decent among rogue cultivators, but compared to Zhen Wuyuan, he wasn't even worthy of carrying his shoes.

Her granddaughter is so desperate to avoid marriage that she's willing to ruin her own reputation.

She felt both gratified and helpless at such a Daoist heart.

"Yes, my husband comes from humble beginnings."

Ming Ruoxue nodded slightly, and Luo Fanchen immediately sensed countless probing divine senses piercing him like needles, all of which were intercepted by the protective frost spiritual energy.

"So that's how it is, it's a son-in-law marriage?"

"No, my husband was married through proper channels."

"Oh? A formal marriage?"

A few wrinkles appeared on Ming Hankong's oval face, and the overwhelming pressure unique to Foundation Establishment cultivators pressed down on Luo Fanchen.

This time, Luo Fanchen did not choose to stand behind Ming Ruoxue. Instead, he calmly took two steps forward, stepped out of his spiritual aura, and directly confronted the spiritual pressure of the late Foundation Establishment stage.

"My Ruoxue is a highly accomplished disciple of the Luoshen Pavilion, and her cultivation has reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment, nearing perfection. You, on the other hand, are merely a rogue cultivator, and at the age of thirty, you are only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. If you wish to marry the jewel of my Ming family, have you prepared any betrothal gifts?"

The spiritual power assaulted his face like a boulder pressing down on him. Luo Fanchen's shoulders trembled violently, his meridians spasmed, and his cold, icy divine sense eroded his meridians and blocked the flow of his true essence. Not to mention the seventh level of Qi Refining, even an ordinary ninth level of Qi Refining would not be able to withstand this powerful pressure.

He was very strong, but even though they were both at the Foundation Establishment stage, Ming Hankong in the later stages was not as imposing as Liu Xia after she was injured.

Luo Fanchen felt a burning sensation in his dantian, and the coldness in his meridians and the pressure throughout his body dissipated.

Ming Hankong was slightly taken aback. He carefully sensed Luo Fanchen's true essence and aura. His old face paused for a moment before he took the initiative to restrain his spiritual power and divine sense.

She originally thought that Luo Fanchen was just a shield that Ruoxue randomly picked. His status as a rogue cultivator in the Qi Refining stage and his low cultivation level meant that he could be divorced at any time without any impact. Unexpectedly, her preconceived notions led her to misjudge him.

The person before me, whose true essence surpasses even Ruoxue's when she was refining Qi, must be a practitioner of the Xuanzhang lineage.

"bride price."

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback; Ming Ruoxue had never told him about this.

It must have been Ming Hankong's idea on a whim; if he couldn't produce it, it would be a loss of face for Ruoxue and himself.

"The betrothal gifts are just a matter of sincerity and are not a big deal. It is enough that you and Ruoxue are in love. My Ming family is not short of such things."

Ming Hankong's expression gradually softened, and she became more approachable again. She was beginning to regret her earlier assertive attitude.

Ruoxue's husband must be an outstanding person, not to be underestimated.

Her importance may not be as great as Zhen Wuyuan's, nor is she someone the Ming family can afford to offend. It seems that Ruoxue carefully selected her. Her so-called status as a third branch of the family is most likely just a borrowed identity. The third branch of the family is not worthy of producing such an outstanding person.

“Our clan is large and prosperous, so we are not lacking in such things. The betrothal gifts can also show this person’s feelings for Ruoxue.”

"Ruoxue is the eldest daughter of my clan. If there is no betrothal gift, wouldn't that be looking down on my Ming family and making us a laughingstock!"

The Ming family cultivators looked puzzled, wondering why their ancestor had suddenly changed his attitude.

The clan harbored considerable resentment towards this new son-in-law. If it weren't for him, they might have been able to cling to the powerful Zhen family and enjoy continuous wealth and prosperity in the future.

Unexpectedly, this new son-in-law interfered, and now that there is no hope of relying on a powerful backer, Ming Ruoxue will inevitably break away from the Ming family once she resonates with the Xuanzhang. At that time, although the family will not be wiped out, their assets will definitely be divided up, and the family will quickly decline.

"Shut up!"

Ming Hankong snorted, cursing these brats for their lack of discernment. He couldn't help but sigh, thinking that with such short-sightedness among the younger generation, how could the Ming family not decline?

They can't afford to offend the Zhen family, but they can afford to offend Luo Fanchen?
"Ancestor, please don't be in a hurry. I came with Ruoxue to pay my respects today, but fortunately I did prepare some small gifts."

Luo Fanchen naturally had to support Ruoxue and also needed to subdue the Ming family, so he naturally had to take up the conversation.

Anyway, given Ming Ruoxue's personality, she would definitely find a chance to return what he gave away.

After a moment's consideration, he took out three brocade boxes from his storage bag, summoned a servant, placed them on a jade plate, and instructed the servant to open them personally.

"This small gift is not even a fraction of Ruoxue's worth. Please open it yourself, Ancestor."

"The sentiment is enough; worldly expenses are too much."

Ming Hankong glanced at the three brocade boxes before him, but his divine sense could not penetrate them. He knew that the price must be very high. While secretly admiring Luo Fanchen's generosity, he belatedly asked the younger generation to take seats. The seats were placed to his left and right, showing him great courtesy.

Luo Fanchen may not be as powerful as the Zhen family and Ruoxue, but he has no relation to the Ming family, so offending him would be even more serious.

"Today is a joyous day for Ruoxue and me. Please rise and attend the ceremony, esteemed elders."

Luo Fanchen led Ming Ruoxue to a seat, his gaze sweeping over the Foundation Establishment cultivators who were sweating profusely. After speaking casually, the icy divine sense that had enveloped them gradually dissipated. Several breaths later, seeing that Ming Ruoxue had no objections, he dared to rise and sit up tremblingly.

Ming's husband is indeed extraordinary; Fairy Ruoxue really listens to him.

"Since this treasure was given to me by the mortals, I will shamelessly open it so that you may all benefit from it."

Ming Hankong smiled kindly, knowing in her heart that no matter how unwilling she was, Luo Fanchen's entry into the Ming family was a fact.

Since we can't stop them, we might as well make friends with them in advance.

Even though the relationship might just be a deal between Luo Fanchen and Ruoxue, it's important to avoid making him develop a negative impression of the Ming family.

"This is... Foundation Establishment Pill?" Ming Hankong was slightly taken aback. She first opened the two brocade boxes on the left and right, and the courtyard was immediately filled with the fragrance of medicine. The pills were round and full, and the patterns on them were full of spiritual charm. They were made of metal and earth respectively, both of which were top-grade.

"Are they really Foundation Establishment Pills? They're brimming with spiritual energy; they must have been refined by a Foundation Establishment cultivator using earth fire. Two pills at once—what a generous gesture!"

"The last Foundation Establishment spiritual item our clan obtained was four years ago, wasn't it?"

The disciples of the Ming family practically stared at the Foundation Establishment Pill, constantly swallowing hard. The Foundation Establishment Pill was undoubtedly a treasure coveted by Qi Refining cultivators, its allure almost limitless.

"Did Sister Ruoxue give it to him?"

"Nonsense! This pill has gilded patterns, and all its medicinal power is locked inside. It must have been refined recently. Where did Sister Ruoxue get the materials?"

The courtyard erupted in chaos. Ming Hankong's old hands trembled slightly, and he was also deeply shaken.

The Ming family may seem wealthy and extravagant, but they have money but no power. Rare treasures like Foundation Establishment Pills have long been monopolized by the Luoshen Pavilion, and they are not even qualified to make a purchase request.

These two coins will probably have to be returned. It would be such a pity if we could exchange them for one. Ru Yuan might have a chance to establish his foundation.

"Indeed, it's a treasure."

"It's just a small gift."

Luo Fanchen bowed respectfully, while Ming Ruoxue beside him looked slightly surprised, seemingly puzzled as to how Luo Fanchen could produce a Foundation Establishment Pill.

The Luo Shen Pavilion only distributes Foundation Establishment spiritual items to its affiliated sects; finished pills will never circulate in the market. The refining method can only be mastered by the Daoist sect and is a secret technique that cannot be passed on to outsiders. It seems that Luo Fanchen has other opportunities.

Ming Hankong sighed softly, and under everyone's watchful eyes, she slowly opened the brocade box located in the center.

As soon as the jade box was opened, the air suddenly became hot and dry. The fire-attribute spiritual energy in the courtyard resonated with the heat, and the rich aroma of medicine instantly filled everyone's nostrils. The fiery fragrance was intoxicating.

Inside the box lay a nine-petaled fire lotus, its petals distinct and its flames rising in waves.

Its lotus stamens rise like earth fire, giving a sense of endless life. Its medicinal power is strong and domineering. However, the lotus petals are slightly withered and its spiritual charm is slightly diminished, but it is more than enough for medicinal use.

"Golden Lotus of Earthly Fire"

The sounds of swallowing saliva rose and fell, and the Foundation Establishment cultivators could not hide their calmness. Even Ming Hankong could not suppress the greed in his eyes.

"A material for aiding in Core Formation? This treasure is actually a material for aiding in Core Formation?"

The Foundation Establishment elders of many sects are knowledgeable and experienced. Although Foundation Establishment Pills are precious, they are useless to them. At most, they would like to sell them to their juniors. However, this Fire Lotus is beneficial to Core Formation. Although it is an auxiliary material, taking it alone can increase the success rate slightly.

Although the probability is negligible, it is enough to arouse greed in any late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Treasures related to Core Formation are never circulated in the market. Only affiliated sects recognized by the Luoshen Pavilion will be given some scraps during the handover of leadership, enough to form only a nascent Core. Only the four major families can obtain a very small share of spiritual items.

"This treasure is exactly what I want."

Ming Hankong's gaze seemed to be fixed. Her blood and energy were declining, and she had no hope of forming a core, but she still could not suppress the greed in her heart.

She had to return this item, but she couldn't bear to part with it.

"As long as it pleases the ancestor."

Luo Fanchen smiled in response, while Ming Ruoxue gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Thank you for your trouble."

"I will return it to you in its entirety by tomorrow morning at the latest."

"Easy to say."

Luo Fanchen didn't care; Ming Ruoxue wouldn't dare to renege on her debt.

"I wonder which sect's disciple Fan Chen is?"

Ming Hankong caressed the brocade box, reluctant to put it down. Such a gesture was something even the Zhen family had never produced. She didn't believe that Luo Fanchen was just a rogue cultivator.

"My husband is a self-taught man who is currently studying under my master at Duan Nian Peak."

"He's actually a disciple of the Luoshen Pavilion?"

The Foundation Establishment elders, who had previously looked down on Luo Fanchen, were slightly taken aback and immediately stood up to bow: "We pay our respects to Lord Luo."

Even the outer disciples of the Luoshen Pavilion are not to be underestimated. Among affiliated sects, only the sect leader can barely suppress the outer disciples of the Luoshen Pavilion. Formal disciples at the Qi Refining level are even rarer, and they usually enter through the Ascension Conference. They should not be taken lightly.

"Alright, please rise, everyone."

Luo Fanchen nodded slightly, not expecting that the title of outer disciple would be so useful.

Speaking of which, Liu Xia was also an outer sect disciple. Back then, she even scolded the Foundation Establishment elders of the four sects like they were grandsons.

"Our Luoshen Pavilion disciples are valued for quality over quantity. The number of outer disciples is around two to three hundred year-round. Apart from 30% who need to be sent out to guard the area, the remaining disciples are all focused on comprehending the profound texts. There are very few Qi Refining disciples who stay in the sect for a long time and travel around the world."

Ming Ruoxue explained telepathically, and Luo Fanchen pursed his lips, understanding the general idea. He asked in confusion, "Only two or three hundred?"

When he last visited Luoshen Pavilion, there shouldn't have been so few cultivators from the Six Peaks.

"Those who grow older but whose cultivation level does not increase will automatically be promoted to stewards and guardian elders, and will be responsible for daily chores, guarding the mines, etc."

"I see."

Luo Fanchen suddenly realized, good heavens, there are more stewards and elders than disciples in the Luo Shen Pavilion.

The so-called stewards are mostly those who have exhausted their potential and are forced to change professions, while outer disciples will get more resources and time to practice breathing exercises.

"These guys have ulterior motives; you shouldn't get too close to them."

Ming Ruoxue scanned the Foundation Establishment cultivators present, her green eyes icy cold.

She didn't understand why Luo Fanchen wanted to give these people face, but out of respect, she wouldn't embarrass them in public.

"Leave them a way out; they might be able to be won over."

Luo Fanchen shook his head slightly. Whether it was the Ming family's survival in Haihefang or Ming Ruoxue's future struggle for the chief position, they needed to form alliances and deal with various forces. The elders in front of him might have ulterior motives, but there was no need to offend the sects behind them.

Ultimately, it is Ming Ruoxue who controls Haihefang. Even if the three sects favor the four major families, they would not be foolish enough to provoke the Ming family.

The foundation of the three major sects lies in the Twelve Immortal Workshops, with Haihe Workshop at the top. Ming Ruoxue holds the highest position and the greatest power. It is even possible to try to win her over and win her over, so that at least they can coexist peacefully.

"They're just petty scoundrels; no matter how many of them there are, they're nothing but clowns."

Ming Ruoxue frowned slightly, having no intention of trying to win him over. If Luo Fanchen hadn't been there, she would have already started to get angry and settle scores.

"These Foundation Establishment cultivators who are sitting here must have bribed the Ming family. They are opportunists, and they may even be acting on the orders of the powerful families within the sect to find something on me."

"Since they are willing to offer bribes, it means that they, or rather the sect, have a tendency to cooperate."

Luo Fanchen explained with a smile, but the two were shrouded in frost and snow, and the surrounding cultivators could not hear their conversation clearly.

"If you know they are enemies, what's the point of cooperating?"

The scent of lotus seeds wafted stronger from Ming Ruoxue's dark hair. Luo Fanchen explained with a smile, "The sect is not a monolithic entity."

"The relationships among them are complex. Although the aristocratic families are in power, the direct descendants of the sects themselves must be dissatisfied with being suppressed, creating internal rifts. There is a lot of room for maneuver. They are offering their congratulations in the name of the sect today, so there is no need for them to break ties with the entire sect."

"I do not form parties."

Ming Ruoxue said calmly. Luo Fanchen had a headache and said helplessly, "I can form a faction, right? You can't expect me to offend all these sects and still help you manage the Ming family, can you?"

"Besides, the matter of forming a party is still far from being settled. Even if you want to form one, the other party might not be willing."

Luo Fanchen gently squeezed Ming Ruoxue's palm; it was cool, delicate, and soft.

The sects would certainly not form an alliance with Ming Ruoxue. Her talent alone was enough to make the three major sects pledge allegiance. However, once she mastered the Dao of Forgetfulness, she simply packed up and left. Since the investment yielded no return, the sects would naturally turn to aristocratic families instead.

Now that he also has a position in the Luoshen Pavilion, he might have a chance to gain the attention of the sect's direct lineage and perhaps even get some support.

"Bribing the family, but not directly bribing you, doesn't seem like overstepping the bounds, right?"

"What's the difference?"

Ming Ruoxue pursed her lips very thinly, her heart in turmoil.

She should uphold the clan rules; that's the bottom line. But as Luo Fanchen said, if she makes a move now, it will be extremely difficult for him to recover later.

"Alright, alright, just do it for my sake, for the sake of the Ming family, please bear with it, okay?"

"Only this one time."

Ming Ruoxue sighed softly, her clenched hand in her sleeve gradually relaxing. From the moment she used her divine sense to suppress several Foundation Establishment cultivators, she had been preparing to launch an attack.

When she takes charge of Haihefang, she will naturally need to establish her authority, and these petty scoundrels will be easy prey.

"Alright, it's not too late for you to make trouble after you've seen them off. It's your Ming family's business, you can do whatever you want with it."

Luo Fanchen couldn't help but chuckle; the bottom line is always the hardest to break the first time.

Once it happens, it will happen again. Ming Ruoxue doesn't care about the chief position, but he cares a lot about it. No matter what, he has to try to win over these three major sects.

After he and Ming Ruoxue took their seats, the banquet officially began. During the banquet, Luo Fanchen personally stood up and presented invitations to the Foundation Establishment leaders of several sects and the Jubao Pavilion: "On the occasion of my wedding with Ruoxue, I sincerely invite you all to attend."

The Foundation Establishment cultivators were flattered and overwhelmed. After receiving the congratulatory invitations, they exchanged glances, and the leading elder of the Immortal River Sect handed out an invitation card.

"We have long admired Lord Ruoxue's illustrious name. Now that you have taken office, we have discussed booking out the entire Tianxiang Restaurant in seven days to welcome you back. We wonder if you would do us the honor of joining us?"

“My wife is very busy and may not be able to attend. If you all don’t mind, I can attend the banquet in her place.”

Luo Fanchen said he didn't mind, but he had already taken the invitation, glanced at it briefly, and put it into his pocket.

"That's very good."

The Foundation Establishment cultivators were slightly disappointed that Ming Ruoxue hadn't accepted the invitation, but Luo Fanchen's acceptance of the invitation was a way to save face for them.

"Can an adult represent Fairy Ruoxue?"

"Ruoxue is my wife, and I can represent her when I am out in the world."

Luo Fanchen took a sip of wine and gestured towards Ming Ruoxue, who was sitting calmly. Under the surprised gazes of the Foundation Establishment cultivators, the latter nodded slightly, acknowledging his worth.

"In that case, we would be honored by your presence, sir. We respectfully welcome you."

"Easy to say."

Luo Fanchen raised his cup to drink with the Foundation Establishment cultivators, and they all lowered their cups halfway down, their expressions becoming increasingly respectful.

This Lord Luo holds considerable weight in Fairy Ruoxue's heart.

(End of this chapter)