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

Chapter 130 The Fairy's Boudoir, Mo Xue's Dream Shattered (Combined Chapter)
Is Ming Ruoxue actually quite easy to fool?

In the Ming family mansion, in Fairy Ruoxue's bedroom, Luo Fanchen sat reclining on a jade table, inscribing array symbols on gold paper with one hand. Beside him, Ming Ruoxue's blue eyes were serene, her fair hand holding his palm, their hands clasped together.

Holding her slender fingers in my hand, they felt soft and cool, with delicate, smooth skin like jade.

The gentle yet powerful frost essence slowly flowed from his palm into his meridians, regulating the circulation of essence within them while carefully flowing into his dantian to gently heal his wounds.

Cold yet gentle, like soaking in a deep pool, the burning and stinging pain in my lower abdomen gradually subsided, leaving me with indescribable comfort.

“I hadn’t noticed before that my husband has a real talent for carving talismans and array patterns.”

Ming Ruoxue's voice was gentle. She held Luo Fanchen's five fingers with her left hand, and stroked his smooth chin with her right hand, gazing at him with soft eyes.

My husband's skill in talisman making is already close to the second level. Given his Qi Refining cultivation, this is exceptionally rare. He can be considered a genius in talisman making. Even if he cannot reach the Foundation Establishment stage in the end, he can still become a guest elder of the Daoist sect in the future.

As for array patterns, they are similar to talismans and seals, and Luo Fanchen's knowledge of array patterns is far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.

"If you're tired, my husband, may you take a rest?"

"Why is Ruoxue still calling me 'husband'? Don't tease me."

Luo Fanchen covered his mouth and coughed lightly. He could sense the faint gaze coming from outside the folding window, the gaze of Mo Xue.

Outside, hearing his mistress call him "husband" satisfies his vanity and makes him feel good. But when he returns to the mansion and is called "husband" all the time, he's afraid that Mo Xue will feel bad and shed tears every day.

"My husband calls me wife, so naturally I will call you husband."

Ming Ruoxue's blue eyes remained calm, as if it were none of her business, but Luo Fanchen keenly sensed a hint of cunning in her eyes, which made him quite helpless.

This cheap wife of mine holds grudges.

He's easily angered, narrow-minded, and spends all his time consuming self-purification pills like candy, yet he insists on cultivating some kind of path of forgetting emotions.

For the first time, Luo Fanchen had little confidence in Ming Ruoxue's resonance with the Xuanzhang.

My wife failed to resonate with the profound mysteries, her dream of achieving the Golden Core was shattered, and she'll probably never recover. It seems I'll have to help her train her temperament more in the future. When she can tolerate his antics to the point where she can't show her emotions, then we'll have succeeded.

"Didn't we say before that we would publicly call each other husband and wife, but in private we would still call each other by our names?"

"It was just a joke. We are husband and wife, so it is only natural for me to call you husband."

Ming Ruoxue rested her chin on her hand, a few strands of hair falling beside her ears, exuding a languid yet alluring charm.

She was constantly teased by this guy for calling her "wife," so she simply went along with it.

"This makeshift couple is more interesting than I imagined."

Ming Ruoxue's lips parted and closed, she murmured silently, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her lips. She suddenly realized that teasing people was actually quite fun, no wonder Luo Fanchen always liked to tease her.

However, given her circumstances, the only person she could possibly tease was Luo Fanchen.

"Alright, alright, my wife, the array patterns are finished. Would you like to take a look at them?"

Luo Fanchen pushed out the golden paper in his hand. The discarded drafts beside him had already piled up into a small mountain. The Buddha Kingdom Array in his palm was a third-order high-grade. Even just copying a small part of the array patterns of a small branch array made his spiritual power almost depleted.

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

Ming Ruoxue gently squeezed Luo Fanchen's palm, as if to comfort him.

She took the array pattern and examined it carefully. Her relaxed eyebrows visibly began to furrow, and her pretty face became solemn.

Luo Fanchen could feel her delicate hand gradually tightening its grip; her tender flesh pressed against his palm, soft as jade, and its temperature had already been warmed by his touch.

"How is this array pattern?"

"My lord, I have important matters to attend to today and cannot accompany you to heal your wounds for the time being."

Luoshen Pavilion and Bodhi Temple are sworn enemies, so Ming Ruoxue naturally recognized the Buddha Kingdom Array and spatial array patterns in her palm.

She pressed her lips together, put away the gold paper and the discarded drafts on the table, and said seriously, "This matter is of great importance. I need to report to the elder in charge immediately and have a detailed discussion with her in person. I'm afraid I'll have to leave for a few days."

"so."

Luo Fanchen remained noncommittal, naturally aware of the importance of the Buddha Kingdom Formation in his palm.

Compared to the Luoshen Pavilion, he still disliked the evil monks of the Bodhi Academy more. As long as Luo Qianqiu obtained the establishment order, without specifying that he had to leave the Buddhist Kingdom Formation, he would naturally try to trip up the Bodhi Academy.

Bodhi-in is too powerful; if he directly uses its influence, he could very well be held hostage and sidelined.

With the Luoshen Pavilion restraining and suppressing these demonic monks, he was able to retain more autonomy.

“I’m worried that these demonic cultivators won’t let this go and will try to harm my husband.”

Ming Ruoxue stroked her chin with her delicate hand, carefully weighing the matter, and then took out a light blue token from her sleeve. It was engraved with six snow-capped peaks, and below it was a gilded seal of the Luo River, with the character "执" (Zhi) written on it.

"This item is the Deacon's Order, which can command all the spirit puppets on the spirit ship."

Ming Ruoxue said in a calm and serious voice, "The spirit puppets have been fully charged on the spirit ship. If you encounter danger, activate this command to control a total of fifteen spirit puppets and fight for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea."

"Thank you for your concern, my lady."

Luo Fanchen's eyes brightened slightly, and he accepted the token without hesitation.

Just kidding, he was planning to rest for two days before attending a welcome banquet hosted by several powerful forces, which was essentially a trap. With fifteen spirit puppets in charge, he was determined to subdue them completely.

“This is a spirit puppet of the Luoshen Pavilion, an object used by the sect to maintain order. I know my husband knows what he’s doing.”

Ming Ruoxue pursed her lips, hesitated, and finally offered a gentle word of advice.

She initially trusted Luo Fanchen completely, but seeing his eyes gradually narrowing, she became somewhat unsure. If this cheap husband really used the spirit puppet for personal purposes, the punishment would not be just a pinch on the flesh.

Even she would uphold the law impartially.

"Ha, you petty woman, you think you can put justice above family ties?"

Luo Fanchen chuckled to himself. Ming Ruoxue had no shame in abusing her power, but he did, and he had plenty of it!

So what if he used it? I don't believe this cheap wife would really drag him back to the steward's room and whip him as a warning to everyone.

"Please take care, my lady. It's a pity I haven't yet punished you for your crime of protecting her."

“Oh, if my husband wishes, I am naturally willing to be punished.”

Ming Ruoxue found it rather amusing, taking it as a joke from Luo Fanchen, and gently shook her head, saying, "However, you'll have to wait for me to come back."

"In this way, you'll accept any punishment I give you."

“Of course, if my husband punishes me.”

Ming Ruoxue narrowed her emerald eyes, which were playful like fox eyes. Her cultivation was far superior to Luo Fanchen's, and she did not believe that this guy would really punish her.

This cheap husband of hers always likes to tease her.

With a light tap of her slender hand, Ming Ruoxue finished her cultivation and slowly rose. A wisp of frost gradually appeared and slowly enveloped her graceful figure until her body became blurred, leaving only the fresh scent of lotus seeds filling the room and a word of advice.

"I will return in seven days to half a month. At that time, I will ask the steward for a precious pill to heal your injuries."

"Thank you for your trouble, my wife."

Luo Fanchen watched Ming Ruoxue leave, leaving him alone in the quiet and empty bedroom.

I'm a little curious about Ming Ruoxue's boudoir.

Luo Fanchen strolled leisurely, even having the leisure to visit his cheap wife's boudoir. The bedroom was not large, and the furnishings were simple and unpretentious, with only a few sandalwood chairs and a jade table. On the table, a snow plum blossom was inserted diagonally into a glass cup, swaying and shining under the spiritual wind blown by the spirit-gathering array.

Further inside, separated by a screen made of spirit wood, is a picture of a goddess flying to the moon embroidered with gilded silk. The graceful figure of the fairy is faintly visible, dancing gracefully. Even from a distance, one feels refreshed and clear-headed. It is clearly a magical treasure.

Beyond the screen lies Ming Ruoxue's bed.

The gauze curtains were hazy and fragrant. The bed was made of spiritual silk spun by ice silkworms, a specialty of Luoshen Pavilion. It could purify the mind and spirit and was no less valuable than a magic treasure. In the middle was an ancient futon, the same type as the one given to him before.

It was indeed Ming Ruoxue's resting place. In addition to the lotus seed scent of the Cleansing Heart Pill, there was also a faint sweet fragrance similar to lilies.

It's worth mentioning that the gauze curtains, quilts, beds, and even pillows are all in a warm, soft pink color.

"I didn't realize that Ming Ruoxue has such a girlish heart."

Luo Fanchen smiled. It was hard to imagine that Ming Ruoxue, such a cold and aloof fairy, would like pink. He had never seen her use it before.

He had no interest in continuing the tour and was about to leave when, as he passed the screen, his peripheral vision caught sight of a half-open wardrobe. He couldn't help but glance at it; the outermost layers were mostly light blue and white ruqun (traditional Chinese dresses) and liuxianqun (traditional Chinese dresses), with a few palace costumes.

Beneath the surface layer, the inner layers were filled with adorable pink dresses, ranging from light to dark pink.

"I find it hard to believe that you can cultivate the Dao of Forgetfulness."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue, feeling increasingly uncertain, and silently left the room, returning to his residence.

Before even entering the house, Mo Xue, who had been waiting there, sensed his presence. She angrily pushed open the door and stepped out, standing on tiptoe. Her delicate nose trembled slightly as she sniffed at him, smelling only Ming Ruoxue's lotus seeds. Her almond-shaped eyes immediately turned resentful.

"Master Luo, you said it would be at most three days, you're a liar."

Mo Xue pouted, tugging at his sleeve with a wronged expression, while also acting coquettishly.

“These days, Fairy Ruoxue has personally guided me in swordsmanship and cultivation. I have broken through another acupoint and have reached the Great Horizontal Acupoint. Just watch, Master Luo, in three months at most, I will definitely break through to the seventh level of Qi Refining. At that time, I will truly catch up with Master Luo.” “Mo Xue is really amazing.”

Luo Fanchen took Mo Xue's small hand in return and praised her generously.

It has to be a top-grade spiritual root. The breathing and cultivation techniques are terrifying. There are seven main acupoints in the sixth level of Qi Refining. Mo Xue has only been broken through for a short time, but she has already opened the third major horizontal acupoint. This speed is worlds apart from that of a five-elemental root.

His arduous cultivation over the past twenty years could probably not compare to half a year of Mo Xue's efforts.

"Mo Xue is catching up with us soon."

"Hehe, at the same cultivation level, Master Luo is no match for me, you know... when the time comes~"

Mo Xue chuckled softly, her delicate tongue gently licking her lips until they were coated with a thin layer of fragrant saliva, her eyes revealing an undisguised aggression.

Sword cultivators are swift and deadly. Even if Master Luo has a lot of true energy, he would be seriously injured and lose his fighting ability if he took a single sword intent from her in close combat.

Unless Master Luo creates distance and uses the Placenta Chariot Technique to bombard her with all his might, but unfortunately Master Luo is unwilling to do so, so she is destined to win.

“If Mo Xue joins the Daoist sect and cultivates the Xuanzhang, I will truly be no match for you.”

Luo Fanchen readily accepted the girl's name, which pleased him greatly.

Mo Xue was overjoyed by the praise, her eyes crinkling with happiness, her heart filled with sweetness. She took the initiative to invite Master Luo to check her progress and have a magic duel. However, as soon as she got into position and exchanged a couple of moves, her little face immediately fell.

"Master Luo, you've reached the eighth level of Qi Refining?"

Mo Xue's almond-shaped eyes were misty with grievance. She held her sword in her hand and exchanged two blows with Master Luo, almost losing her grip on the weapon.

Her hands trembled, and Mo Xue felt as if she had struck a heavy mountain. With his true essence strength several times greater than hers, Master Luo could defend against her sword intent and easily subdue her with just a condensation of his true essence.

She decisively threw down the sword, feeling defeated, and silently retreated to a corner to shut herself off.

"I'm not fighting anymore! Master Luo is cheating!"

Mo Xue's nose turned slightly red, and she choked up and sobbed. In just seven days, the gap between her and Master Luo had widened even further.

Previously, she could break through Luo Ye's defenses and threaten him, but now she can't even be cut by him while he's standing still. Her sword intent is completely ineffective, not to mention that Luo Ye hasn't even used his movement technique or spirit gathering technique, and he hasn't even used his strongest weapon, the Soul Banner.

The difference is too great. Even after she reaches the seventh level of Qi Refining, she'd have a very hard time beating Master Luo.

"I broke through to the eighth level, isn't Mo Xue happy?"

Luo Fanchen smiled, then withdrew his true energy and knelt down beside Mo Xue.

"Of course I'm happy! I'm even happier than I am for Master Luo getting stronger!"

Mo Xue quickly explained, finally deigning to raise her little head, and pouted, "It's just..."

"only?"

"The gap between me and Master Luo has widened again."

Mo Xue sighed softly. Despite having five spiritual roots and the limitations of a True Essence Body, Master Luo's cultivation speed was actually faster than hers, who had a superior spiritual root.

How embarrassing!
At her breathing speed, combined with various precious pills, it would probably take her about half a year to reach the eighth level of Qi Refining. At Master Luo's speed, he might already be at the ninth level of Qi Refining and preparing to establish his foundation.

What does she have to offer in pursuit?

"I benefited from the cultivation method, but once Mo Xue joins the Daoist sect and switches to cultivating the Xuanzhang, I will naturally be unable to compare with her."

Luo Fanchen shook his head slightly; these words were not meant to comfort Mo Xue.

As a pure sword cultivator, the girl was blessed with innate sword bones and possessed the profound secrets of swordsmanship. She was unstoppable and could not care about the boundless true energy, the illusion array that blinded her, or the fierce soul banner. With a single sword strike, she could break through the protective true energy and shatter him.

The key is that the sword intent is extremely fast and is not affected by the illusion array, allowing it to accurately locate the enemy and make them difficult to dodge.

Even for him, if he were of the same level, taking a full-power killing sword intent from Mo Xue would most likely result in his immediate demise.

Although sword cultivators are like glass cannons, these cannons are fast and powerful. In one-on-one combat, sword cultivators are number one, and body cultivators are number two.

As for magic cultivators and talisman cultivators, they are suitable for group battles, especially when surrounded, and their margin for error is much higher than that of sword cultivators.

"I've heard that Xuanzhang is very difficult to comprehend."

Mo Xue buried half her face in her knees, feeling a vague unease in her heart.

Those who enter the Taoist sect are all rare geniuses. However, the heroes of the world are as numerous as the people crossing the river. Only one-tenth of them can comprehend the Xuanzhang inheritance. And to achieve resonance with it, nine-tenths must be eliminated.

"If I fail to comprehend the profound chapter, I will most likely not be able to become a Golden Core cultivator and will be left far behind by Master Luo."

"Pfft, you little brat, you think I can become a Golden Core cultivator?"

Luo Fanchen scoffed. He already faced countless difficulties in establishing his foundation, let alone achieving the Golden Core. He would probably have to exert all his strength and burn until the very last moment of his lifespan before he had any hope of succeeding.

"Master Luo will definitely succeed!"

Mo Xue was resolute and exceptionally confident.

Even if she fails to achieve the Golden Core stage, Master Luo will surely succeed. She has no reason to trust and have high hopes for Master Luo. If Master Luo fails to achieve the Golden Core stage, then there is a problem with the Golden Core realm itself.

"Alright, girl, the Xuanzhang inheritance isn't that difficult to comprehend. The major sects are just making it sound mysterious."

Luo Fanchen gently rubbed the girl's head with his large hand, sat down close to her, and comforted her.

"The essence of the Xuanzhang inheritance is a simplified version, which omits many complex and difficult points, making it much easier to comprehend."

"Was it really that simple for Master Luo to comprehend the Lesser Yang Wood Transformation Technique back then?"

"It's very simple, just take a nap."

Mo Xue was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, tilting her head slightly as she asked in confusion, "Really?"

"It's true, Mo Xue, don't you believe me?"

Luo Fanchen shook his head and chuckled, comforting Mo Xue while asking the girl a question, which finally aroused her fighting spirit.

“I believe in Master Luo! I knew it! With Tuo Tian’s arrogant and disdainful attitude, how could he be worthy of comprehending the Xuanzhang inheritance? It turns out it was just the sect playing tricks. I understand now, I can also comprehend this Xuanzhang!”

Mo Xue's pretty face lit up with excitement, her small fists slowly clenched, her fighting spirit soaring.

Master Luo has studied the Lesser Yang Wood Transformation Technique and has experience, so his words are particularly credible. Although her comprehension is not as good as Master Luo's, if she studies the appropriate sword dao xuanzhi (mysteries of swordsmanship), she should be not too far behind.

If Master Luo takes a nap, or if she sleeps for a whole day, she'll eventually succeed.

She took Luo Ye's hand and led him into the mansion, smiling as she said, "Luo Ye, in the few days you were away, the three major sects, Jubao Pavilion, Xianzhu Workshop, and many other forces whose names I don't know all came to send invitations."

"Since you've been away for the past few days, I'll accept it for you."

Mo Xue covered her lips, her eyebrows curving into a smile, and snorted, "They seem to be in a hurry to see Master Luo, and they even gave me a lot of gifts, asking me to pass them on to you after you return. Of course, I won't accept their gifts."

"Am I a good boy, Master Luo?"

"Mo Xue is the best girl."

Luo Fanchen smiled and gently stroked Mo Xue's nose with affection. The girl pouted, and between the opening and closing of her mouth, she nibbled on his fingertip like a cat, and said in a plaintive tone.

“They’re not little kids anymore. If Master Luo wants to reward them, he should give them something that adults like.”

What do adults like?

Luo Fanchen glanced at the invitation in his hand while dealing with Mo Xue.

The invitation was sincere and humble, inviting him, led by the three major sects and other local powers, to host a welcome-back dinner at Tianxiang Tower after his return, with the time to be set by him.

The letter subtly mentioned demonic cultivators and offered to give control of three spiritual veins as a gift.

He glanced at them briefly; these three spiritual veins were all locations that the Ming family had disputed and had not yet secured.

"They're getting anxious."

Luo Fanchen's eyes were filled with mockery. The three major sects had been infiltrated by demonic cultivators, and now they were probably as anxious as ants on a hot pan, eager to get information and clues from him. It would be even better if he, as the victim, could testify that the higher-ups had no connection with the demonic cultivators.

This is a good opportunity to give them a good talking-to, and we might even be able to win over a small number of forces to surrender.

"Master Luo, if you keep ignoring me, I'm getting impatient."

Beside him, Mo Xue patiently waited for Master Luo to finish reading and thinking before gently swaying her waist and pouting as she looked at him.

"Alright, alright, what reward does Mo Xue want?"

Luo Fanchen smiled, put down the letter, and didn't rush to reply.

Let it sit for a few more days, and wait until news of Ruoxue's visit to the steward gets out before meeting her. That way, it will be easier to control her.

"Of course they want it."

After Mo Xue finished speaking, her eyelashes trembled, her chin tilted slightly upward, her cheeks flushed and delicate, and her moist lips slightly pouted.

What the girl wanted was self-evident.

(End of this chapter)