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

Chapter 28 A Cunning Plan (Seeking monthly votes and to continue reading~)

"Who is this Master Ling?"

As night deepened, Ah Niu and Xiao Cui walked together on their way back to the shantytown. Xiao Cui played with the magic dust in her hand, admiring it dearly, and when she mentioned that Master Ling, she was full of wonder.

"Fairy Yunmo paid us double our wages in advance!"

"That Master Ling spent twenty-five spirit stones on Sister Mo Xue without even blinking an eye."

Xiao Cui murmured to herself, her eyes filled with envy, yet also with a sense of inferiority.

“Ah Niu, twenty-five spirit stones, even if we bundle them together and sell them ten times, it won’t be enough.”

"Sister Mo Xue is indeed different from us. She is a free woman. Master Ling is so good to her. Even if she were to be raised as a child bride, it would be worth it."

"I will earn spirit stones in the future to give to Sister Xiao Cui."

Ah Niu was tongue-tied and stammered for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence that sounded like a comforting remark or a promise.

Xiao Cui shook her head slightly. Both of them were servants, and they might be sold into medicine slaves one day.

Back then, there were several women in the shantytown, most of whom were sold to Chang Le Lou to entertain men with their bodies. They were subjected to sexual exploitation every day, suffering terribly.

She lived in constant fear and dread, terrified that misfortune would befall her, but there was nothing she could do. Of all her former close friends, only Ah Niu remained.

Ah Niu pursed his lips and remained silent, following quietly behind Xiao Cui.

As the two passed by Luo Fanchen's residence, they saw that it was brightly lit inside, and a faint aroma of meat lingered in their nostrils.

Xiao Cui gently rubbed her nose, and in a daze, she seemed to be able to see through the paper window the happy look of Sister Mo Xue being gently stroked on the head and being cared for.

"The difference between people is greater than the difference between people and dogs."

Xiao Cui's smile was bitter, a mixture of relief for Sister Mo Xue and jealousy stemming from her own inferiority complex.

Her smile gradually faded. After forcing a smile and saying goodbye to Ah Niu, she silently walked back to that hellish home.

After a while, the sound of the bottle breaking and the shouts of cursing and hitting reached Ah Niu's ears.

The boy's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched so tightly that veins bulged, and finally, amidst Xiao Cui's faint sobs, he helplessly let go.

What could he do as a servant?

At the same time, at Luo Fanchen's residence.

"Uncle Luo, did you make Mo Xue angry?"

The glass lamp cast a hazy glow, autumn's charm was evident in her slightly pouting lips, and her teardrop eyes were brimming with smiles.

The room was filled with the aroma of meat, but Mo Xue was nowhere to be seen.

Two days ago, after returning to the mansion, my sister immediately wanted to re-sign the blood pact with Uncle Luo, which really startled her. Uncle Luo had to persuade her a lot before he could finally calm her down.

This time, she didn't verbally object as she had before, and tacitly allowed her elder sister to extend the blood pact period.

"Oh, it's nothing. Girls have a few days of irregular blood circulation every month."

"Really? I'll tell my sister secretly, she won't let this go so easily~"

Qiu Yun winked playfully, then slowly walked behind Luo Fanchen and gently massaged his shoulders with her delicate hands.

"Okay, actually I was planning to sell the Soul Banner and buy a cultivation technique for Mo Xue. She's angry with me."

With a faint scent of lavender lingering around his nose, Luo Fanchen raised an eyebrow, half-jokingly causing Qiu Yunxiang's cheeks to puff out slightly.

The girl reached out her slender finger and gently tugged at his cheek, scolding him playfully, "Uncle Luo, you big bad guy."

"If you sell me, I'll come back to haunt you in the middle of the night!"

"Puhaha, alright, actually I bought a top-grade magic technique for Mo Xue, which cost some spirit stones, and she was heartbroken."

Luo Fanchen chuckled, but Qiu Yun's eyebrows immediately furrowed. She knew her elder sister's temperament well; how many spirit stones would it take to become so withdrawn?
My sister has been depressed these past two days, and whenever she has a spare moment, she practices breathing exercises and swordplay without stopping.

They no longer sneak into Uncle Luo's bed in the middle of the night.

"How many spirit stones? How many spirit stones does Uncle Luo have?"

Qiu Yun's voice was hesitant and her lips were trembling. It took a long time of questioning before she finally got an answer.

"One hundred...one hundred and thirty-five!?"

Qiu Yun held her forehead with her bare hand, feeling somewhat dizzy. As a soul, she even had the illusion that she couldn't breathe.

She had followed her father in his spiritual practice for many years and knew the value of spiritual stones.

Father only managed to save a dozen or so spirit stones in his lifetime. Without the opportunity presented by the mansion, he probably wouldn't have even managed to save a fraction of them. How could Uncle Luo possibly afford it?

Her eyes were slightly red, and she knelt down, leaning against Luo Fanchen's legs, and said pitifully, "Uncle Luo, you're not really planning to sell me, are you?"

"fool."

Luo Fanchen chuckled and said indifferently, "I still have some resources, so you don't need to worry about my cultivation techniques."

"Please try to persuade Mo Xue these next few days."

"I won't try to persuade you!"

Ling Qiuyun pouted, turned her head away in annoyance, and muttered, "More than a hundred spirit stones, my heart is probably breaking."

"Just wait until your sister ties you up and makes you sign a new blood pact!"

Ling Qiuyun whimpered and lowered her head, angrily pounding his legs with her small fists. It was more like a massage than a way of venting her anger.

"Sister Moxue should be angry."

"The spirit stones I spent, it turns out I was in the wrong?"

Luo Fanchen was rather annoyed, while Qiu Yun pursed her lips and said with a misty look in her watery eyes, "Sister Mo Xue is angry that you don't cherish yourself."

"Uncle Luo, the spirit stones for your cultivation technique are the foundation for your foundation building, aren't they? You're not taking good care of yourself."

Qiu Yun's eyes, glistening with tears, said, "I'm angry with you too, but if I ignore you, you'll be sad too."

Before meeting them, Uncle Luo was only at the third level of Qi Refining.

What terrible price must one pay, how much hardship and risk must one endure to accumulate one hundred spirit stones?

"Just you wait, your older sister will definitely tie you up like a dumpling in the future."

“If we re-establish the blood pact, I won’t be the one who suffers.”

Luo Fanchen shook his head and sighed softly. Qiu Yun rested her chin on his lap and hummed, "That's not necessarily true."

"Hey, has Old Wang made any moves?"

Luo Fanchen sighed softly and casually changed the subject, already acknowledging that he would never be able to beat Mo Xue in the future.

“This fellow has ulterior motives. After Uncle Luo left, he secretly placed a small puppet into the house, probably to confirm whether Uncle Luo had drunk the poisoned wine. I think we can find an opportunity to get rid of him.”

"Is the puppet still there?"

Luo Fanchen pursed his lips, weighing his options in his mind. Qiu Yun nodded her head slightly, and with a wave of her hand, a ghost emerged from the ground and presented the puppet.

"I didn't destroy it immediately, but used an illusion array to temporarily isolate the puppet's senses, and waited for Uncle Luo to handle it."

"You did very well."

Luo Fanchen nodded. He picked up the puppet in the hand of the ghost, which resembled a bee or insect and belonged to a low-class category.

Its lifespan is only about three days, and it has no other functions besides concealment and intelligence gathering.

"That old geezer has some nerve."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue, his killing intent surging, but he was also somewhat wary of the Qinghe Sect's background and didn't dare to make a direct move.

"Has the soul poison been administered?"

"Yes, that old man was very cautious. I put the soul poison on that girl, Xiao Cui."

Qiu Yun's voice was soft, but her beautiful eyes were as cold as frost: "If he is by this girl's side and develops negative emotions, the soul poison will have an opportunity to penetrate into her internal organs and unknowingly erode her mind."

"Qiuyun is so smart, she did a great job."

Luo Fanchen gently stroked Qiu Yun's beautiful back, his fingertips tracing the flow of her dark hair, the faint scent of lavender lingering around her nose.

Qiu Yunbai tilted her chin slightly upward, making it easier for him to stroke her, while letting out a soft, comfortable hum.

"Hmph, that old man tried to harm Uncle Luo, I won't let him get away with it."

Qiu Yun squinted and hummed softly, clearly enjoying herself.

Luo Fanchen pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, then had a plan in mind.

Old Man Wang himself is not a threat, but he has a close relationship with the Qinghe Sect. During the period of soul poisoning, it is best not to have a conflict with him, lest the old man die suddenly and arouse the suspicion of the Qinghe Sect.

Thinking of this, he took out the Spirit Bamboo Elixir from his storage bag and stared at the fragrant, light green liquid in a daze.

Old Wang bullies the weak and fears the strong, so he certainly wouldn't want to have a direct confrontation with him; otherwise, he wouldn't have resorted to such underhanded tactics.

"This is a perfect opportunity to turn the tables on them."

Luo Fanchen murmured softly, his body seemed to have something special about it.

Ling Youdao's soul banner poison and the demon snake's poisonous miasma failed to cause him to have a poisoning reaction. The poison in this wine is far inferior to the former two, and may not have any effect on him at all.
"Qiuyun, I have a solution, but I need your help."

Luo Fanchen gently stroked Qiu Yun's graceful waistline and slowly explained his plan.

He planned to test the water with a few drops of spirit bamboo syrup first. If there was a poisoning reaction, Qiu Yun would immediately intervene and use the power of the soul banner to help him eliminate the poison.

"Uncle Luo, this poison is very potent. I can only neutralize three drops at most."

"enough."

Qiu Yun's pretty face showed a hint of worry, but seeing that Uncle Luo was confident, she did not try to persuade him further.

She stretched out her arms and gently wrapped them around Uncle Luo's waist and abdomen, her soft, delicate body pressed tightly against his back.

It was cool and refreshing, with a delicate and soft texture, a warm and moist feel, and a faint sweet fragrance of lavender lingering around the nose. Luo Fanchen felt a slight tremor in his Dao heart, but he quickly suppressed it with his willpower.

This girl clearly had a simpler way to infuse soul power, but she insisted on using the method of solidifying the soul body, almost making him embarrass himself!

Luo Fanchen sighed softly, tilted his head back and swallowed three drops of spiritual wine, completely unaware of Qiu Yun's trembling eyelashes and the soft curve of her lips.

Uncle Luo's back is so broad and warm, it really makes me feel safe.

"Can you feel it, Uncle Luo?"

Three breaths, five breaths, and Luo Fanchen still hadn't uttered a sound. Qiu Yun immediately composed herself, her pretty face showing concern as she gently squeezed his shoulder. "Strange."

Luo Fanchen slowly shook his head, his true essence as abundant as ever, showing no signs of poisoning whatsoever.

Is the quality of Yi Wood True Essence too high? Or does he really have some special physique?
He tentatively poured half a small cup, and under Qiu Yun's focused gaze, drank it all in small sips.

"It's sweet."

Luo Fanchen took another small sip of the cup and felt no discomfort, so he was finally relieved.

"Undo the illusion array on the puppet."

Qiu Yun pouted, reluctantly letting go of Uncle Luo. She made a hand seal to control the evil spirits and put the puppet back in its original position. Before dispelling the illusion array, she gradually became transparent until she disappeared.

The puppet's eyes regained their light, and the fluctuations in spiritual power were so slight that they would be extremely difficult to detect if the entire mansion were not within Qiu Yun's illusion array domain.

Luo Fanchen smiled playfully and, in front of the puppet, drank the remaining spirit bamboo syrup in one gulp, praising it.

"Wow, this is fine wine. Fellow Daoist Wang is truly generous."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue in amazement. The sweetness and aroma of wine transformed into a warm current that spread to his internal organs, complementing the spiritual sprouts he had drunk a few days ago, and turning into a large amount of spiritual energy that gathered in his acupoints.

In the following days, I will take some time to refine the medicinal power, and my cultivation should improve somewhat.

He put down his wine glass, looked at the puppet again, and saw that it had already dismembered itself and slowly disappeared. A mocking smile appeared on his lips.

At the same time, in the deepest part of the shantytown, in dilapidated tile-roofed houses.

Old Wang downed a mouthful of wine in silence, his unkempt beard tangled into a ball. Beside him, Xiao Cui hung her head expressionlessly, half of her clothes exposed, revealing several red welts on her scarred back.

"You lowly brat! I provide you with food and clothing, yet you dare to hoard them! Tell me, where did these two spirit dusts come from?"

"Fairy Yunmo, your salary has been paid in advance."

"fart!"

Old Wang's leather whip lashed out, making Xiao Cui break out in a cold sweat, but she gritted her teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Just as he was about to start cursing again, he suddenly felt a splitting headache and a feeling of poor blood circulation, but the discomfort only lasted for a moment before it disappeared without a trace.

He rubbed his temples in confusion, and after observing himself, he found nothing unusual. He assumed that his blood and energy were depleted, and picked up his whip to vent his anger. Just then, the puppet sent him a message.

"Good! Hahaha, this kid is still naive."

Old Wang was delighted. This soul poison was something he had gone to great lengths to obtain. It was extremely well-hidden, and once a cultivator below the late stage of Qi Refining drank it, they could basically be declared dead.

This brat will die from exhaustion of his true energy in just two months. During this time, he only needs to be patient and avoid direct conflict to reap the benefits.

"Hmph, daring to give me attitude? So what if you're from a powerful clan? All these treasures will still end up with me."

Old Wang finished his drink and, feeling tipsy, almost like he was floating on air.

He could almost see his dream of seizing Ling Wudao's family property and treating that arrogant little servant like a dog.

That little girl could fetch at least ten spirit stones.

"Strange, is this alcohol really that strong?"

Old Wang pressed his temples and felt slightly dizzy, losing interest in lecturing Xiao Cui any further.

He muttered to himself, not caring about his diet, and drank several more glasses of strong liquor, only to sigh to himself that he would go to Chang Le Lou less often in the future.

Three days later, amidst a chilling wind, Luo Fanchen slowly opened his eyes in his bedroom.

"Spirit Bamboo Elixir and Spirit Sprouts are indeed wonderful things."

Luo Fanchen finished his practice and exhaled a breath of turbid air. In three days, he had completely refined the two kinds of spiritual liquid. While his cultivation improved slightly, with Qiu Yun's help, he spent two hours each day making a total of ten Bloodthirst Talismans and five Rejuvenation Talismans.

Three spirit dusts acquired!

A smile appeared in Luo Fanchen's eyes. For the past three days, Mo Xue had been sulking and hadn't said a word to him.

However, the admiration value has increased slightly, and the Demoness Record has also settled 103 admiration points, now totaling 150 points.

"A silly girl who says one thing but does another."

Luo Fanchen smiled. Mo Xue had probably calmed down and wanted to be intimate with him.

She only silently suppressed herself because of embarrassment and excessive pressure, but who knows, she might not be able to resist one day and end up sneaking into his bed at night.

Luo Fanchen gently shook his head. He summoned the Record of the Eight Desolate Demonesses and introspectively observed his own progress.

Name: Luo Fanchen

【Shouyuan: 31/70】

[Spiritual Roots: Five Elements Spiritual Roots]

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 4]

[Technique: Lesser Yang Wood Transformation Technique, Level Two (50/200)]

[Spell: Beginner's Guide to Fire Incantation and the Great Sage's Banner Technique (200/300)]

[Currently available enchantresses to bind: 1; Current accumulated admiration points: 150]

The Lesser Yang Wood Transformation Technique is perfectly suited to him. With the assistance of Autumn Melody and the Gathering Spirit Array, his Small Heavenly Circuit breathing is exceptionally smooth, and he has now accumulated 50 levels of proficiency.

He didn't deliberately study the Soul Banner technique, but Qiu Yun's diligence was undeniable.

The girl spent her days cultivating by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, studying the methods of the Soul Banner, and had become quite proficient in controlling the cougars.

As the banner master, Qiu Yun, as the banner spirit, is also part of his soul banner magic, so her growth will naturally be attributed to him.

"Admiring the Shaoyang Wood Transformation Technique yields too little benefit."

Even if the Soul Banner is at its maximum proficiency level, it still needs to be sublimated before it can be further improved.

Luo Fanchen frowned slightly, hesitating for a moment before raising his direction.

Speaking of which, there are only two cougars left, and the soul power stored in the soul banner has been consumed by 80%. Qiu Yun has been lingering in front of his door several times in the middle of the night, and there are already signs that she is going to sneak into his bed at night.

"It's time to refine another batch of Soul Banners. The flesh and blood of bandits are still flesh and blood. I wonder how many magic treasures we can collect from them."

Luo Fanchen murmured to himself. Without hesitation, he instructed Qiuyun to guard the house and then strolled towards the inner ring road.

He went to the steward's office to receive the bandit suppression mission, where he happened to run into an acquaintance.

"We meet again, fellow Daoist. Are you here to accept a mission?"

The chubby-faced cultivator had a friendly smile; he was the outer disciple of the Qinghe Sect who had been in charge of guarding the place when Luo Fanchen entered.

"I am Shou Rufeng, and I will be on duty in the office today. Fellow Daoist, you may observe the situation. If you have any preferred tasks, I can assign them to you first."

"My name is Ling Wudao. Thank you for your care, fellow Daoist. I have come today to take on a bandit suppression mission."

"Suppressing bandits?"

Shou Rufeng's polite smile immediately turned sincere, and his bloated and obese body squeezed in front of Luo Fanchen.

“Great! We’re short-handed right now to suppress bandits, and the merit points and spirit dust we get will be doubled. I wonder how much you want to take on, fellow traveler.”

After speaking, Shou Rufeng laid out nearly a hundred wooden plaques, each bearing the story of bandits wiping out mountain strongholds. Judging from the old and worn ink, they had obviously been left unused for a long time.

After the secret realm, Feiyunfang suffered a great loss of vitality, and there was a shortage of independent cultivators. Suppressing bandits was a thankless task, and over time, tasks piled up.

Don't be fooled by the fact that you can get a spirit dust for successfully eliminating bandits. The prerequisite is that all of them must be wiped out. If there is no token of the bandit leader or any remnants escape, you won't get half a merit point. Rogue cultivators simply can't withstand such trouble.

"How about we take twenty first? Brother Shou, could you please help me choose a bandit stronghold along the way?"

"Twenty?"

Shou Rufeng's fleshy face trembled slightly as he grasped Luo Fanchen's large hand, exclaiming excitedly, "A promise is a promise!"

"Of course, do you not trust me, fellow Daoist?"

"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist is truly my savior. I won't take your deposit this time. When you return, I will personally host a banquet for you!"

Shou Rufeng patted his belly and laughed heartily.

He was worried about the sect's quota for the month. If no one took on the bandit suppression mission, he would be blamed by the steward and suffer some hardship.

He was so worried that he couldn't eat, and he had planned to use his own money to hire people to wipe them out.

Unexpectedly, a windfall came his way today, solving his immediate problem.

If he only needs to complete half of the twenty tasks, he can save at least one spirit stone.

"If you can complete ten tasks, you will be given priority in choosing tasks from the steward's office in the future!"

Shou Rufeng quickly packed up several bandit dens with similar routes, handed them to Luo Fanchen, and gave him instructions.

"Where do you live, my friend? The information about the bandits will be delivered to you in ten days at most. At that time, the mission will officially begin. The time limit is one month. If it exceeds this period, it will be considered a failure."

"If you complete fewer than three, you will need to pay five spirit dust as a penalty. Are you aware of this?"

“Naturally, I live in a shantytown.”

Luo Fanchen nodded with a smile. His residence had long been registered with the Qinghe Sect, and it would be easy to find out. There was no need for him to hide it.

"I remember you had a disciple in the shantytown who was quite talented, right?"

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Ling, you should keep a close eye on that old man Wang."

Shou Rufeng handed the wooden plaque to Luo Fanchen, leaving it at that.

He wasn't sure if Ling Wudao was someone he could befriend deeply, so offering a slight reminder was already more than enough.

If he successfully completes his mission and returns, he is someone worth befriending; we can discuss things in detail then.

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