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

Chapter 30 Qiu Yun's Theory of Lifespan (Please continue reading, please vote with monthly tickets)

“I am much older than you.”

Luo Fanchen wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, his expression slightly unnatural, the skin on the side of his face still burning with the lip print.

Before her, Qiu Yun smiled faintly, shyly kneeling at Uncle Luo's knees, her chin resting on his thigh, her gaze softly looking up at him.

"Uncle Luo, how long is the lifespan of a cultivator?"

"Why do you think of asking this?"

Luo Fanchen's mind had calmed down, and he answered casually.

"The lifespan of Qi Refining cultivators is similar to that of mortals. Those who successfully establish their foundation can live for two hundred years, those who form the core can live for nearly a thousand years, and those who reach the Nascent Soul stage can live for two thousand years."

"I see. It seems that a decade or so is but a fleeting moment in the eyes of a Core Formation cultivator."

Qiu Yun narrowed her bright eyes, her expression meaningful: "Uncle Luo, I think you're definitely capable of forming your core."

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback. His mouth kept opening and closing, but he ultimately did not make a sound. Qiu Yun's eyebrows and eyes were serene, and her eyes were full of tolerance.

She took Luo Fanchen's hand and guided him to touch her cheek, her fragrant cheek gently brushing against his.

Luo Fanchen pursed his lips. He could feel Qiu Yun's dark hair flowing between his fingers and legs. Her soft, delicate skin, carrying a faint warmth, made it difficult for him to suppress the trembling in his fingertips.

Compared to Mo Xue, whose secondary development was not yet complete, Qiu Yun's visual impact on him was aggressive and fiery, enough to shatter his Dao heart.

Autumn Charm: Her long black hair is like a curtain of night, her eyes are like autumn water, her nose is delicate and her teeth are white, her lips are red and moist, her waist is slender and graceful, and her branches and fruits are beautiful and delicate. Her graceful figure is like that of an angel.

"Uncle Luo, Old Man Wang is already showing signs of poisoning. Also, the puppet is finished, and it looks about 70% like me. Uncle Luo, you can look forward to it!"

After a few moments of silence, Qiu Yun stopped there and took Luo Fanchen's hand, placing it back on his head.

Her pretty face softened with a gentle smile, and the beauty mark on her lip transformed from alluring to charmingly naive.

"As expected, Qiu Yun is more skilled with puppets than I am. Let Old Man Wang live a few more days for now. By the time we return from suppressing the bandits, he will probably be half dead."

"I'll do whatever Uncle Luo says."

Qiu Yun's voice was timid. She covered her lips with her hand, lowered her pretty face, and belatedly felt embarrassed.

Of course, she didn't have the courage to test Uncle Luo. She simply used the Soul Banner to stimulate the desires within her body, suppress her shame, and confront her true feelings a little more directly.

Now that the Soul Banner's effect had faded, he was so ashamed that he wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground, and for a moment he dared not look Uncle Luo in the eye.

"It's all Uncle Luo's fault."

Qiu Yun murmured silently to herself, her cheeks burning hot despite being a soul.

It's all Uncle Luo's fault for having a tendency to raise them like children forever. While that's not bad, she worries that the relationship between the three of them will become fixed and will never be able to progress further.

She was quick-witted and much more mature than her older sister.

Naturally, one can distinguish whether the dependence and attachment to Uncle Luo is familial affection or something else more elusive.

If Uncle Luo were to leave quietly in the future, unwilling to be a burden to them, or if he were to marry them off, she might go crazy.

Uncle Luo is a gentleman, but perhaps due to his long period of self-cultivation, he is somewhat dull in terms of interpersonal relationships. We should at least give Uncle Luo a little pointers to leave some possibility in his mind.

"By the way, your soul poison was indirectly given to Old Man Wang through that girl... what's her name?"

"Yes, her name is Xiao Cui. I deliberately controlled the timing of the soul poison's outbreak so it wouldn't affect her life, but her qi and blood have been depleted for over a year, so it's inevitable."

Qiu Yun's voice was halting and disjointed. She lay motionless on Uncle Luo's lap, afraid that he would notice her pretty face covered in peach blossoms.

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback. This little girl had been so assertive just now that he felt like she was going to pin him against the wall. Why was she cowering back now?

"She hasn't fully developed yet, has she? Her qi and blood have been depleted for over a year, so I'm afraid her cultivation will never improve again."

"Yes, I'm observing her character. If she's satisfactory, I'll let Moxue interact with her in the future and secretly replenish her qi and blood."

After a while, Qiuyun finally calmed down and her breathing became steady. She timidly raised her head, her cheeks still flushed.

If we can survive, we'll replenish our qi and blood; if we can't, we'll die with Old Man Wang.
Luo Fanchen understood Qiu Yun's words and said thoughtfully, "She's not doing well, is she? Her own negative emotions can also trigger the soul poison."

“The dried snake demon meat from before is still left, but most of the spiritual energy inside has dissipated, so it can’t be sold. There’s only some blood and qi left.” Luo Fanchen rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and continued, “This time we’ll be gone for a while, so let’s have a good meal before we leave. It’s been a long time since I’ve treated Mo Xue and you to a treat.”

"Uncle Luo, I am a soul, I don't need a feast."

"Really? You liked the candy from last time too?"

Luo Fanchen smiled and gently stroked Qiu Yun's head. The girl rubbed her fingertips shyly and lowered her eyes without saying a word.

"Three days later, let's call Xiao Cui to eat monster meat together. Anyway, we can't eat too much, so let's just consider it as replenishing our energy."

"Having used their services, we should naturally offer them some benefits afterward. As for their character and temperament, Qiuyun, you should continue to oversee that. Moxue is naturally sensitive and aloof to outsiders, so it wouldn't be bad if she could have a playmate."

After saying this, Luo Fanchen stood up. He was about to go out to buy Concealing Breath Pills anyway.

After making the purchases, I estimate I'll have one or two spirit dust left, which I'll use to buy some snacks that the two sisters like.

The two sisters have been diligently practicing their spiritual disciplines lately and should be rewarded.

"Okay, I'll listen to Uncle Luo and observe carefully from now on!"

Qiu Yun gently smacked her lips, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation, clearly still reminiscing about the deliciousness of the snake soup and the sweetness of the brittle.

My sister has been craving this for a long time, she'll be happy, right?

After bidding farewell to Qiuyun, Moxue was already practicing her swordsmanship outside the courtyard. Luo Fanchen greeted her but didn't go out of his way to offer any pointers on her swordsmanship.

"I want to be with Uncle Luo."

"No, this is to reward you and Qiuyun. If you go with us, there won't be any surprises."

Luo Fanchen gently tapped Mo Xue's forehead, stopping the girl in her tracks.

Mo Xue was overjoyed upon hearing this, but her smile froze, fearing that Master Luo would bring back another sword manual.

"In addition, I need your help to invite that little Cui to have a meal at the mansion in three days."

"Xiao Cui? Master Luo, Qiu Yun and I are enough to serve you at home, aren't we? You're not allowed to have a third one!"

Mo Xue pouted, her delicate hands crossing her chest as she whimpered, much like a cat whose territory had been invaded, showing signs of panting.

"You silly girl, this is a long story, and besides, I don't have the energy to serve a third one."

Luo Fanchen smiled and gently pinched Mo Xue's cheek with his index finger. The girl lowered her eyes in embarrassment and became obedient.

While it was said that he served Master Luo, it was actually that he always showed tolerance and care for her and Qiuyun. Master Luo really worked very hard.

She will repay Master Luo!

Mo Xue quickly rallied her spirits. She clenched her fists and secretly encouraged herself, no longer lingering. She waved goodbye to Luo Fanchen as he left, and while continuing to practice her swordsmanship, she planned to clean up his room before he returned.

As soon as Luo Fanchen stepped out of the mansion, he noticed the burly man huddled in the corner, staring intently at him.

The man was as tall as an iron tower, with strong muscles and vigorous blood, but his shoulders slumped like a quail, and he was almost curled up in a ball. Only after seeing Luo Fanchen did he raise his head and timidly take small steps toward him.

"Ah Niu, right? Did Granny Zhang need something from me?"

Luo Fanchen has been in close contact with Granny Zhang recently, and has sold quite a few talismans. He can barely remember the boy's name.

Ah Niu is on the path of body refinement and is currently in the skin tempering stage, which is roughly equivalent to the first level of Qi Refining.

It's worth mentioning that the boy in front of him, who was 2.23 meters tall and whose arms were thicker than his legs, was only twelve years old.

It's reasonable to say that lower-level Qi Refining cultivators can't beat Body Refining cultivators of the same level.

"Uncle Lingling, I want to become your apprentice and learn real skills."

Ah Niu's voice was muffled and his speech was hesitant and disjointed; it took immense courage for him to utter each word.

After he finished speaking, he knelt down without hesitation and kowtowed, saying, "Please take me in as a handyman. I don't need a salary."

(End of this chapter)