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

Chapter 75 Fingertip Kiss, Black Market
This black market is located between the former territories of the Yimu Sect and the Qinghe Sect, and it takes about seven days to travel there and back.

Aside from resting after landing, Luo Fanchen spent most of his time in the carriage, studying the two superior-grade talismans he had obtained.

The Spirit-Nourishing Talisman and the Miasma-Breaking Talisman are both top-grade first-tier talismans.

The former can nourish the spirit and calm the mind, and has some effect in suppressing inner demons and damage to the soul, with an effect lasting one day.

The Miasma-Breaking Talisman can dispel common first-tier curses and poisons, and also has a slight alleviating effect on high-intensity second-tier curses.

Both are mainstream talismans, and cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining will keep a few on hand for emergencies. They are also very easy to sell.

"Spirit-Nourishing Talisman, fifteen spirit dust each; Miasma-Dispelling Talisman, one spirit stone each."

Luo Fanchen's fingers kept calculating. A high-grade talisman requires 205 strokes to create its spiritual patterns, and its failure rate is much higher than that of a mid-grade talisman. Although it only requires one spiritual dust to make a single talisman, in the early stages, it often takes more than ten attempts to succeed once.

The process of learning and mastering requires accumulation over time and the use of a large amount of resources, which explains why most independent cultivators stop at the first-tier mid-grade talisman maker level.

Without Li Miaoyun's financial assistance, he would have had little money to cultivate.

"Qiuyun, help me."

Luo Fanchen murmured to himself, yearning for cultivation and power, and spending almost all his time cultivating and studying.

"Uncle Luo is here."

A cold wind howled, and as the soul banners fluttered, Qiu Yun's soul materialized and manifested. He had already refined a Soul Cleansing Crystal on the way, and his condition had improved somewhat.

Qiu Yun then appeared, sitting down next to Uncle Luo with practiced ease and naturalness.

Shoulder to shoulder, the faint sweet scent of lavender lingered around their noses. Luo Fanchen was already used to this. Calming his mind, he took Qiu Yun's hand and clasped it together.

With the blessing of the Soul Banner and the assistance of Qiu Yun, Luo Fanchen's mental energy was doubled, allowing him to focus on writing.

Failure, failure, failure
The difficulty of creating a superior talisman was beyond his imagination. He tried five times in a row, and could only manage to write about thirty strokes at most. Qiu Yun rested her chin on her hand and gazed at him tenderly.

Uncle Luo looks quite handsome when he's serious.
"It's alright, Uncle Luo, 150 strokes is already quite strong."

Three days passed in a flash. When they were nearing the black market, Luo Fanchen finally stopped, rubbing his head in a daze. Looking down, he saw that the carriage was filled with failed spirit papers and beast blood.

Qiu Yun's gentle smile remained as tender as ever. She sat up straight, hooked her slender hand around Luo Fanchen's neck, and guided him to slowly lie on his side until his cheek rested on her soft, delicate thigh. Her slender fingers gently massaged and stroked his head.

"Autumn Charm."

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback. The long period of talisman-making had greatly depleted his mental energy, and he was already somewhat dazed. He was caught off guard and Qiu Yun succeeded.

"It feels good, Uncle Luo, doesn't it?"

Qiu Yun's watery eyes curved into crescent shapes with a cunning glint, their inner depths shimmering with the image of Luo Fanchen.

After all, the warm and sweet scent of lavender lingered around him. Although it was a soul body, the long and shapely thighs were soft and incredibly real. He could feel the delicate, tender flesh that was slightly sunken due to the pressure of his face, and the skin was as tender as mutton fat with a faint warmth.

Luo Fanchen finally understood what a "gentle embrace" meant.

The gauze skirt formed from soul power was completely unremarkable; it was just a seamless contact between skin and head.

Luo Fanchen hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself. Qiu Yun's fingers were delicate and gentle, like a passing breeze or a babbling brook. Her undisguised love was genuinely conveyed to his heart through her fingertips.

"Uncle Luo has been working too hard lately, and I'm feeling dizzy and weak, so I can't help you much."

Qiu Yun's delicate lips were slightly pursed, and her pretty face showed a hint of guilt.

Luo Fanchen's body stiffened slightly, and his heartbeat gradually became more intense. Qiu Yun was slightly taken aback, but quickly noticed the change in the person in her arms, and a gentle smile appeared on her soft lips.

"Uncle Luo?"

"cough"

Luo Fanchen coughed to cover his embarrassment, but Qiu Yun's watery eyes were bright and sparkling. She half-guided and half-forced Uncle Luo to turn over, so that the back of his head was between his thighs and his face and eyes were facing her.

Hmm. We can only see half of her face; Qiu Yun is already a grown woman.

Her breasts were soft and full, and Qiu Yun's pretty face was slightly stunned. Her ears were a little hot. She couldn't see Uncle Luo's eyes clearly from her high position. She was a little embarrassed. She belatedly lowered her beautiful back and buried her pretty face. Only then could she finally see Uncle Luo clearly.

As a result, the distance between the two people was shortened without them even realizing it, so close that they could smell each other's increasingly hot breath.

Qiu Yun's attempt to be clever backfired. Her pretty face was flushed with peach blossoms, but all she could see were Luo Shu's features. Her gaze wandered and evaded.

Too close. Uncle Luo's hot breath brushed against her cheek, making her lose her composure.

"Silly girl."

Luo Fanchen smiled, and he himself relaxed.

Autumn's flowing black hair gently caressed his cheeks and ears, tickling him while carrying a faint, delicate fragrance. The girl's gradually warming breath brushed against his cheeks, moist and sweet, making his heart itch.

What do you want to tell me?

Luo Fanchen's eyes were playful, while Qiu Yun's pretty face showed a slight panic, her willow-leaf eyebrows sometimes furrowing and sometimes relaxing.

She wanted to sit up straight and escape, but she couldn't bear to give up the chance to get close to Uncle Luo, and it took her a lot of effort to muster up her courage.
"I know Qiuyun's feelings."

Luo Fanchen gently shook his head, and Qiu Yun's pretty face immediately tightened, her breathing becoming visibly flustered.

She wanted a response from Uncle Luo, yet she was also afraid of receiving one.

If she is rejected by Uncle Luo, will she still have the courage to continue, and what attitude should she adopt towards him?
For a moment, she even wanted to cover Uncle Luo's lips; she couldn't bear the consequences of being rejected.

She tried to escape, but Luo Fanchen grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the spot with an almost forceful attitude.

"I can't respond to Qiuyun right now. You know these three years are related to Moxue and your future. I must focus on improving my cultivation and have no time for anything else."

"Qiuyun has not yet truly entered the world of cultivation. If she encounters a true genius of the Daoist sect in the future..."

Qiu Yun's brows furrowed immediately, her voice choked with emotion, as she stubbornly interrupted, "No one can compare to Uncle Luo!"

Her heart had already turned cold. Even if she were to follow her sister to the Daoist sect and obtain a body, she would only be a person with four spiritual roots, and being too old, she would never be able to establish a foundation in her lifetime. She would only become a burden to Uncle Luo.

I'm afraid that in the future, she won't even have the courage to see Uncle Luo again.

"I can't give Qiuyun a response right now."

Luo Fanchen emphasized again, Qiu Yun clenched her clothes tightly with her bare hands, trying to force a smile, but could only manage a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Once I have established my foundation, I will personally go to the Daoist sect to find you."

"If Qiuyun still holds onto this sentiment at that time..."

After Luo Fanchen finished speaking, he did not say anything more. He reached out and gently placed two fingers between Qiu Yun's lips, caressing them until the back of his fingers was stained with lip prints. He then smiled and gently kissed the lip print, an ambiguous yet measured gesture.

Qiu Yun's beautiful eyes trembled violently, and as she breathed heavily, her gaze focused on Uncle Luo's lips, where there were traces of her lips.

It was just a fingertip kiss.

"Uncle Luo is really cunning."

Autumn's snow-white neck was visibly tinged with peach blossoms, and her shyly lowered, watery eyes were filled with a thin mist.

She pouted slightly, her tongue gently licking the corner of her lips, curious about the taste of Uncle Luo's lips, while her heart was filled with sweet joy.

Uncle Luo gave her his first direct response, indicating that he had feelings for her!
She clutched her clothes tightly with her slender hands, her ample bosom rising and falling captivatingly. With her lips slightly pursed, she lowered her head. Luo Fanchen noticed the love and longing in the girl's eyes and, for the first time, did not refuse, letting her kiss his forehead.

Sorry, Sister Moxue, I'm going to sneak away this time.

At the same time, Mo Xue was practicing her sword. She paused for a moment, feeling inexplicably flustered. After clenching her hands to calm herself for a moment, she immediately threw herself into her diligent sword practice.

She needs to become stronger as soon as possible in order to have the power to protect Qiu Yun and Master Luo!
The moon was bright and the stars were few. The carriage spun in the air and slowly landed in a square valley.

The black market will open at midnight today, and there are still three hours to go.

When Luo Fanchen stepped out of the carriage, the sweetness of lavender seemed to linger on his lips, and Qiu Yun's sweet smile seemed to still be in his mind.

His gaze was piercing, his fingers caressing the wooden plaque with the sun, moon, and heaven and earth patterns, slowly clenching it. He wasn't a blockhead; he could naturally see the girl's feelings, but unfortunately, he himself was living a precarious life, powerless and without influence.

He was deeply indebted to the beauty and had previously found it difficult to make a promise. However, after witnessing the prowess of the Daoist prodigies, his mindset gradually began to change, and the desire in his heart was awakened and intensified.

His initial motivation for cultivating immortality was to achieve carefree longevity and follow his heart.

Instead of being a coward and indecisive, he was going against his original intention. He wanted to establish his foundation and achieve the Golden Core, like Ming Ruoxue, and stand at the top of the cultivation world. At that time, Qiu Yun and Mo Xue would be able to bask in his halo and have a bright future.

His confidence stemmed from his desire to take full responsibility.

If Luo Qianqiu could still revive like a withered tree and survive the Heavenly Tribulation with his body containing five spiritual roots, and had a chance to form a Nascent Soul, why couldn't he?
Luo Fanchen took a deep breath, exhaled a breath of stale air, and then stroked the intricate seal script on the back of the wooden plaque with his fingertips.

"If I achieve the Golden Core stage, what can the Xuanmen do to me?"

Luo Fanchen put his hands behind his back, summoned Yun Biaotou who had settled the carriage, gave him several portraits that Qiu Yun had drawn with her soul power while in the carriage, and casually instructed him: "Keep an eye on the movements of these people for me."

Yun Biao Tou took the items and immediately recognized these people as disciples of Xianshuiju who had attended the banquet a few days ago.

Among them was an inner disciple named Yun Che, ranked fiftieth on the Qingyun Ranking and at the seventh level of Qi Refining, who possessed profound cultivation and formidable strength.

"My lord, are these people disciples of the Immortal Water Abode?"

Yun, the镖头 (bodyguard), spoke cautiously: "The black market is utterly chaotic; it's a haven for murder and robbery."

He naturally understood what it meant for the adults to ask him to pay attention, but how could he and the adults possibly deal with nearly ten disciples of the Immortal Water Residence?

"I know."

Luo Fanchen finished speaking casually, turned around and left. Yun Biaotou followed cautiously behind him, secretly groaning in his heart.

With his eighth level of Body Tempering, he can at most hold off Yun Che. Can you guarantee the safety of all the disciples of Zhuxian Water Residence?
Even if they miss just one, they'll be in deep trouble.

"Just observe and determine their movements; whether to take action is up to them."

Luo Fanchen spoke calmly. After awakening his killing intent, his perception of malice far surpassed that of ordinary people. Several disciples of Xianshuiju who were resting in the distance had already recognized Qian Yunma of Jubaoge and were secretly spying on them.

Whether they harbored ill intentions or were worried that if they attacked the three little ones, the others from Jubaoge would come to their aid.

At the same time, inside a cave hidden by bushes, several cultivators dressed in brocade robes and wearing dark bamboo hats, their auras restrained, gazed intently at Luo Fanchen.

"Has this person discovered us?"

"It's just a coincidence. This person was severely injured by that little girl in one move at the Treasure Pavilion. He's a good-for-nothing rogue cultivator from the countryside."

Yun Che chuckled. Sure enough, the other party's gaze left in less than two breaths, probably looking at the mountain behind them.

"Senior brother, those three sect leaders' disciples are rolling in money. We were able to make a fortune thanks to Li Miaoyun."

The disciples were eager to get started, their eyes brimming with excitement.

The three branch masters are still unable to absorb spiritual energy, so they have moved into the mansions they run at Immortal Water Residence for a temporary rest.

According to the report from the junior disciples, their three disciples were carrying a large amount of spirit stones and resources, hoping to exchange them for Qi and Blood Pills to clear their meridians in the black market. This was the perfect opportunity for them to strike.

The group followed them closely, having already figured out Yuan Chun and his companions' route, and were ready to wait for them to come to them and make a fortune.

"That rogue cultivator seems to have some connection with the Treasure Pavilion. If they discover anything amiss, we're likely in grave danger."

"Why not... go all the way?"

The three disciples at the sixth level of Qi Refining had cruel eyes and sinister smiles.

Since they're all from the Treasure Pavilion, we might as well rob them all together and get more spirit stones.

"How many spirit stones could a rogue cultivator have? It's too risky to attack them. Yuan Chun and the other two are all practicing top-grade magical techniques and have magical artifacts to protect them. They are far more difficult to deal with than ordinary rogue cultivators."

Yun Che pursed his lips and shook his head. After weighing the options, he sighed and said, "Let's try not to cause any unnecessary trouble. We might not be able to snatch many spirit stones, and there's also the risk of being exposed."

"Yun Biao is at the eighth level of body tempering. Even if we surround and kill him, we have a 10% chance of him escaping."

Upon hearing this, the disciples all nodded, slightly suppressing their killing intent.

That's true. He's just a rogue cultivator. Even if he has some connection with the Treasure Pavilion, he's still just a rogue cultivator. How many spirit stones could he possibly have?

"A sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator who can't even withstand a single move from a third-level girl is at most just a minor clan's illegitimate son, with no future prospects."

The disciples then focused their attention on Luo Fanchen, hoping that if he knew better and stayed away, he could still save his life.

At midnight, dark clouds obscured the moon, and Luo Fanchen slowly opened his eyes from his meditation.

"Sir, it's time for the market to open."

Yun Biaotou whispered a reminder, and Luo Fanchen stood up. Looking at the valley again, he saw that the surrounding area was shrouded in a dark mist, and array patterns covered the surrounding area and the ground. The ground was trembling incessantly, and the ground beneath Luo Fanchen and the other cultivators cracked open, revealing a hole about half a person's height.

"An illusion array? Interesting."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue slightly, easily discerning the true nature of the black market with the power of the Soul Banner.

This is an underground space created by an illusion array. The array patterns are extremely well hidden and quite complex, with arrays within arrays. It is something that no independent cultivator or ordinary family could afford.

It was indeed established under the leadership of a vassal sect, but it's difficult to guess which sect it was.

After studying the illusion array for a while and confirming that no killing array had been added inside, and that the Yinghuo Illusion Technique could cover the breaking array, Luo Fanchen entered the cave under the guidance of Yun Biaotou and walked forward with his head bowed.

Ah Niu, still maintaining his taciturn nature, followed behind, carrying miscellaneous items on his back. He intentionally or unintentionally avoided Luo Fanchen the whole way, as if he felt ashamed for having tried to seize the Gate of Life.

"The black market, huh?"

After walking for a while, the view suddenly opened up before us.

The thin mist lingered, and more than ten tunnels crisscrossed in a complex manner. Along the way, cultivators all wore masks and set up stalls on the spot. Evil items that were previously difficult to circulate in the Immortal Market were everywhere, but most of them were not of high quality.

Luo Fanchen rubbed his chin. This place was completely an underground immortal workshop without any spiritual veins.

Luo Fanchen refused the mask offered by Yun Biaotou, made a hand gesture with the Maomu seal, and used the Human Face Technique to quickly transform into Ling Youdao's appearance.

On a whim, he wandered around aimlessly, occasionally spotting magical treasures and accepting them without hesitation.

"Very good, very good, indeed, it is the Tribulation Cultivators who rule."

Luo Fanchen played with the few magical treasures he had just received and immediately realized that there were no less than three backup plans for tracking on them.

"Now is the free trading time. Adults can buy whatever they want. After midnight, the market organizer will personally start the barter and auction, which is the highlight of the black market."

"The first-tier high-grade magic treasures that you need will most likely appear in the exchange, so don't miss out."

Yun Biao Tou gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, making no attempt to conceal the powerful blood energy of his eighth-level Body Tempering Realm.

Dozens of eyes that had been peering at Luo Fanchen lowered their heads silently and dispersed their hostility after sensing Yun Biaotou's profound cultivation.

In the black market, cultivators in the late stages of Qi Refining or Body Tempering are still considered high-ranking and authoritative.

"Okay, I'll go take a look around first."

Luo Fanchen spotted three familiar figures. Although Yuan Chun and the other two little ones had disguised themselves, he could still easily recognize them.

He subtly squinted and observed, and sure enough, he saw the group of cultivators from Xianshui Residence following far behind him.

The black market is run by Foundation Establishment cultivators, and cultivators are not allowed to have conflicts in the market during its operation; otherwise, they will be executed as an example to others.

"interesting."

Luo Fanchen narrowed his eyes, sensing intense hostility from the cultivators of the Immortal Water Residence once again.

As a sect disciple in the late stage of Qi Refining, his soul banner was just missing this kind of high-quality soul spirit. At the same time, he also wanted to fight against a real master to test his true combat power.

It remains to be seen whether the disciples of Xianshuiju will harbor malicious intentions and take action against him.

(End of this chapter)