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

Chapter 50 What kind of affection does my elder sister have? (Second update, thanks to Lord Kang for the silver reward~)

Even someone as oblivious as Sister Mo Xue, have you finally seen through your own feelings?
Qiu Yun's breathing gradually became rapid, and she even had the illusion that she could not stand steadily.

Her watery eyes stared at Sister Moxue for a long time, and she quickly noticed something. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she asked tentatively.

"What kind of liking does Sister Moxue have?"

"What kind of liking? Liking is liking."

Mo Xue tilted her head in confusion, and Qiu Yun's unease immediately dissipated. A glimmer of hope arose in her heart, and she tentatively asked.

"for example?"

"Um"

Mo Xue frowned, pondering bitterly for a long time, until she herself became uncertain, and her voice weakened.

"Just like Qiu Yun, my affection for Master Luo is just as strong as Qiu Yun's!"

"Really, sister? My preferences might be a little different from yours~"

Qiu Yun was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and her pretty face became calm and peaceful. On the contrary, Mo Xue's face was confused, and her tone became weak.

"What kind of liking does Qiuyun have?"

Qiu Yun's eyebrows relaxed, but she didn't answer immediately. Instead, she took Mo Xue's hands in her own and gently coaxed her.

"Is your affection for Uncle Luo just familial?"

"Yes, I like Qiuyun just as much as I like Master Luo!"

Mo Xue suddenly understood. She nodded slightly, and the knot in her heart loosened considerably.

She got it!
Luo Ye liked her the most, Qiu Yun liked her the most, and she liked Luo Ye and Qiu Yun the most as well. This was the sense of security she wanted!
"Is that so? My sister is still a child. My preferences are different from yours."

Qiu Yun smiled and tried to reach out to stroke her older sister's hair, but Mo Xue pouted and slapped her hand away, saying in embarrassment and annoyance.

"I'm the older sister! Qiuyun, you naughty girl."

"Qiuyun is indeed a bad girl."

Qiu Yun gently shook her head, then suppressed her smile and said seriously, "I like Uncle Luo. It's the kind of liking where I want to become his Daoist partner and spend my life with him. Even so, does Sister Mo Xue have no objection?"

Mo Xue's relaxed brows suddenly furrowed, and the feeling of unease in her chest intensified.

She instinctively wanted to refuse, but after thinking it over, she couldn't come up with a reason to refuse.

Qiu Yun and Uncle Luo are the most important people to her. Their marriage deepens their bond, and they can live together for a long time to come.

In terms of being a good wife and mother, and in terms of looks, she is absolutely inferior to Qiu Yun; she is a natural-born killer.

This should be a good thing.

But why does my heart feel so twisted, as if it's about to break apart? It's like the anxiety of having something you cherish most targeted by a thief, and being powerless to resist.

Her intense possessiveness and jealousy were about to erupt; if it weren't for Qiu Yun in front of her, she would have had the urge to draw her sword and strike.

"As long as Qiuyun puts me first, that's enough. That's Qiuyun's freedom."

Mo Xue clenched her hands so tightly that her clothes were wrinkled at her chest, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

Qiu Yun is the perfect wife for Master Luo. With Qiu Yun by his side, Master Luo will not be lured away by other women.

"Really? My sister doesn't care?"

"If it's autumn scenery."

Mo Xue forced a smile, her pretty face almost stiffening to the point of being distorted.

I was here first, I was here first!
She hesitated, though she should be happy. Uncle Luo and Qiu Yun were her most important family members.

A marriage between two families should be a good thing.

"Sister Moxue is very generous, but your answer this time doesn't count."

Qiuyun gently shook her head, her delicate hand tenderly stroking her elder sister's cheek. A slightly burning temperature and rapid breathing came from her palm.

Clearly, Sister Moxue had lost her composure, her face turning red.

If she wanted to, she could probably take Uncle Luo away completely, and once the deed was done, her sister wouldn't even have time to cry.

That means it's her older sister; she'll only show mercy to her older sister.

To her, Sister Moxue was no less important than Uncle Luo. "Wait until you understand the bitterness in your heart before you answer me."

Qiuyun hugged her older sister, gently stroking her back with her delicate hand. After whispering comforting words in her ear, she spoke earnestly.

"But at that time, even if Sister Moxue cared, I wouldn't back down. Then we'd compete fairly, right?"

Qiu Yun released her older sister, her voice as gentle as water: "Of course, even if I win, I will still let my older sister be number one. If my older sister is willing to give me Uncle Luo, I am also willing to give him to my older sister."

"Only my elder sister."

After saying that, Qiu Yun thought to herself that she was a cunning woman. Then she turned around and left without looking back, leaving Mo Xue alone, disheveled in the wind.

The girl watched as Qiu Yun entered the cave, and then she heard Uncle Luo's exclamation and slightly rapid breathing.

"Sour and astringent? What does that feel like?"

The sound of her breath hitting her ear pounded against her heart. Mo Xue's hands gripped the sword hilt so tightly they turned white, yet she was powerless to let go.

Her insides felt like they were on fire, and her heart pounded wildly along with the sobs that still escaped from Luo Ye's fingertips despite his tightly closed lips. In the end, all her emotions turned into a bitter smile on her lips.

Isn't it a good thing for families to become even closer through marriage? It shouldn't be like this.
Clearly, she forgot that why couldn't she be the one to marry into the family?
The next day, as Luo Fanchen was washing up, he looked at the tender red lip marks on his neck with a slightly helpless expression.

Last night, Qiuyun attacked, and her condition seemed different from usual. Her emotions were unusually strong, and she made no attempt to hide her panting and sucking moans. With such a commotion, Mo Xue was probably kept awake.

I don't know how to explain it.

"Good morning, Mo Xue. Get ready and let's go deal with the bandits in the area."

Luo Fanchen took the initiative to greet him, but Mo Xue lowered her eyes, her gaze lingering on the red marks on his neck, without uttering a word.

He tried to go up and exchange pleasantries, but the girl raised her chin and turned to leave.

Along the way, the girl remained silent, and Luo Fanchen rubbed the hickeys on his neck, feeling guilty and not immediately explaining to Mo Xue.

It seems that Qiuyun's actions last night were too much, and Moxue still noticed.

"actually."

"Master Luo, you don't need to explain to me. I know. As a spirit of the artifact, Qiu Yun needs Master Luo's essence and blood to maintain her clarity and replenish her soul."

"This"

"I have no complaints, and I am not throwing a tantrum."

Mo Xue smiled faintly, but Luo Fanchen could taste the bitterness in her smile no matter how he looked at it.

How strange. Why is this odd smile, which is only occasionally seen on Ling Youdao's face, appearing on Mo Xue's face?
"You and Qiuyun."

"Qiuyun and I are doing well. I've already had a heart-to-heart talk with her, so Mr. Luo doesn't need to worry."

Mo Xue's fair hands clenched white in her sleeves. Unlike her usual peace of mind, the closer she got to Master Luo, the stronger the bitterness in her heart became, and a kind of restlessness she had never experienced before lingered in her mind.

She lowered her eyes and head, remaining silent, afraid that if the conversation continued, she would lose her temper with Master Luo.

Master Luo did nothing wrong; the problem lies with her.

She needed time to process the bitterness in her heart and to understand her relationship with Master Luo, the kind of relationship she desired.

The bandit suppression went very smoothly. Mo Xue descended like a goddess of death, and Luo Fanchen had no chance to make a move.

The young girl's sword flashed like a startled swan, seemingly venting all the pent-up negative emotions in her heart onto the bandits. Her sword light was invincible, and with the assistance of the Soul Banner Illusion Array, the bandits were almost completely wiped out.

There were bandit dens everywhere, but no cultivators inside. After Luo Fanchen used the Soul Banner to deliver the wronged souls, he and Mo Xue took the kidnapped mortals and the mortals who survived the Jubaoge trade route to a place that was a must-pass on the trade route.

"Unfortunately, I didn't encounter any cultivators."

On the carriage where the soul banner had taken form, Mo Xue's almond-shaped eyes were cold as she calmly wiped the blood off her sword.

The occasional glimpses of savage killing intent that the girl occasionally revealed terrified the ordinary people nearby.

Luo Fanchen frowned, staring at the four spirit dusts in his palm, a vague sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

The bandit dens were all inhabited by ordinary people, so why did several of the bandit leaders carry spiritual dust on their bodies?

"People from the Water Margin Gang? But if the Water Margin Gang is involved, why not send cultivators? What role can these mortals play in delaying support?"

Luo Fanchen racked his brains but could not find a solution. Even using the Soul Searching technique yielded very few clues.

Ordinary people and bandits are too low-level; they only follow orders and can't get any valuable clues at all.

(End of this chapter)