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

Chapter 98 A Head-to-Head Struggle, A Tiger Among Sheep (7400 words)

"I've heard about Mo Xue's situation."

The spirit ship hummed, and on its deck, Ming Ruoxue, with her vast, white hair, stood silently.

Her voice was ethereal but slightly weak; beneath the swaying veil, her flawless face appeared somewhat tired, and her blue eyes were listless.

"The matter of Mo Xue started on the seventh floor. I will try my best to find Mo Xue's location and will grant you the opportunity to visit her in the future."

Ming Ruoxue spoke slowly and deliberately, swallowing a Heart Cleansing Pill without leaving a trace, and calmly said with her hands behind her back.

"The Tuo family's recruitment of Mo Xue is in accordance with the Luoshen Pavilion's procedures. Their main purpose is to recruit and train her, and they will not bully or abuse her. Don't be impulsive. The Tuo family is too powerful for you to contend with alone."

"I understand, thank you for your concern, fairy."

Luo Fanchen clasped his hands in a salute, but a fierce glint flashed in his eyes beneath his lowered head.

The root of the problem isn't the Seventh Floor. Ming Ruoxue was only opening the building on the sect's orders. Even without her, there would be others. Even without the Seventh Floor, as long as she continues to participate in the battles for the Qingyun and Xianyuan rankings, Mo Xue will eventually attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

Even without the Tuo family, there are three other families who would never let go of such a promising talent as Mo Xue.

“I have destroyed your original household registration and reassigned you to a branch of my clan.”

Ming Ruoxue pursed her lips slightly. She could sense Luo Fanchen's gloomy and suppressed anger, and knew that he would never let the matter rest.

"Neither the Tuo family nor the Luo family will provoke you in the near future, so you can focus on your cultivation."

"Okay, I won't make things difficult for the fairy."

Ming Ruoxue's lips moved silently; she could sense Luo Fanchen's perfunctory attitude.

The opponent is like a tiger lurking and licking its wounds, ready to unleash a massacre at any moment.

"The Tuo family is powerful, and Liu Xia is no match for you. You should keep a low profile and focus on self-cultivation. You still have a long time ahead of you."

Luo Fanchen responded with a polite smile, and Ming Ruoxue, seeing this, said no more, and instead said, "In this trial, I will put the more than forty demonic cultivators I have imprisoned into the Yimu Secret Realm as a test for the sect's disciples."

"Demon Cultivator. Heart Demon Temple?"

Luo Fanchen raised an eyebrow, showing some interest.

"Yes, the test is only for sect disciples. You are considered a rogue cultivator. If needed, I will give you a token."

Ming Ruoxue nodded slightly, her delicate hand lightly touching the ground, and the frost around her condensed into a pale blue jade pendant.

"Your name is engraved with your blood essence. Once you possess this token, demonic cultivators will be unable to attack you. Remember, this token is only effective if the holder possesses it. Each jade token can only be bound to one owner."

After saying that, the jade tablet slowly floated towards Luo Fanchen. He casually took it, and without even looking at it, he crushed the jade tablet to pieces with a little force.

"Fairy, if we accumulate enough contribution points to exempt Mo Xue from the Luo Shen Pavilion's conscription, would it be considered a violation of the sect rules for the Tuo family to take Mo Xue away?"

Ming Ruoxue frowned slightly, unable to fathom Luo Fanchen's thoughts for a moment, but still patiently explained.

"If I am exempted from the conscription, but I do not wish to do so, it would naturally be a violation of the sect rules."

"If I use my contribution points to be exempted from conscription, could the fairy help me find Mo Xue?"

Luo Fanchen bowed again, and Ming Ruoxue, after weighing her options, narrowed her emerald eyes.

"Yes, it is my duty to uphold the clan rules, but I cannot find a place for Mo Xue in the short term."

"I will find Mo Xue."

Ming Ruoxue smiled faintly and said calmly, "Your contribution points are currently zero. There are still twenty-two days left until the deadline for exemption from conscription."

"You want to wipe out all the demonic cultivators in the secret realm by yourself?"

"Can't?"

Ming Ruoxue gently shook her head, her pretty face returning to its indifferent state: "Of course you can, it's your skill if you can do it."

"Go down and get ready."

Ming Ruoxue didn't take it to heart at all. After casually giving a few instructions, she stepped into the frost and mist, her beautiful figure gradually fading until she disappeared without a trace.

Luo Fanchen refused Liu Xia twice, which would inevitably lead to his being targeted by the cultivators of the four sects. If demonic cultivators were to attack him, it would only make matters worse. That is why she took the initiative to give him the token so that he could be protected from the demonic cultivators and focus on dealing with the four sects.

Unexpectedly, Luo Fanchen refused the token and even wanted to exterminate all the demonic cultivators.

If he could really accomplish this, even the orthodox Xuanmen sect would be no more than this, and she would feel more at ease entrusting the clan to him.

"Qianyun."

At the Immortal Water Residence, Ming Ruoxue's spirit puppet appeared and casually called out to Qianyun, who was dressed in the robes of an inner disciple of the Immortal Water Residence, and immediately bowed respectfully.

"If you encounter Luo Fanchen within the secret realm, you may give him priority in receiving protection."

"Yes, I will obey."

The spirit puppet nodded slightly, and before dissipating, it pondered for a moment and said.

"If you encounter danger but he is safe and sound, you can still ask him for help. There may be a turning point at the critical moment."

On the other side, Luo Fanchen returned to the Jubaoge caravan. Li Miaoyun greeted him gently, picked up the jade hairpin that the soul banner had transformed into, and personally put it on his head, saying softly, "This concubine is waiting for you to return, sir."

"How are the preparations going, three pavilion masters?"

Ignoring the burning and jealous gazes around him, Luo Fanchen pulled the beauty into his arms, his lips brushing against Li Miaoyun's glistening earlobe as he whispered softly.

"Rest assured, sir, the illusion array and the killing array are ready, both of them being mid-grade second rank. The three pavilion masters have already set off to begin making preparations."

Li Miaoyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, her fox-like eyes lowered, and she transmitted her voice directly with her divine sense.

"After you leave the secret realm, lead Liu Xia to the designated location, and we can immediately attack and kill this fiend."

"Alright, Miaoyun, keep an eye on Liu Xia for me. I will definitely kill this scoundrel!"

Luo Fanchen held Li Miaoyun tightly, whispered a few words of advice, then released the beauty. Under her worried gaze, he followed the cultivators from Jubaoge onto the withered paulownia tree, climbing upwards in batches.

People along the way turned their heads and focused their inquiring gazes on him, seemingly wondering how he, a Qi Refining cultivator, could win Li Miaoyun's favor.

The giant tree was withered and yellow, yet it grew straight upwards. When Luo Fanchen reached the treetop, he was already surrounded by a dense crowd of cultivators.

"This is Luo Fanchen?"

"Tsk tsk, what an arrogant fool who refuses Lady Xia's offer to recruit him. He's probably not going to make it out of this secret realm alive."

The rogue cultivators sized up Luo Fanchen, whispering and chattering incessantly. Most of the Qinghe Sect disciples, led by Qing Beixuan, except for Shou Rufeng, also stared at Luo Fanchen with unfriendly expressions.

"Junior Brother Han Chong, Qing Beixuan, representing the Qinghe Sect, is willing to cooperate with our four sects to fight against the demonic cultivators."

"He also said he was willing to tell us Luo Fanchen's location and assist us in capturing him."

At the very front of the Yimu Sect's giant cauldron, where the first batch of disciples were about to enter the secret realm, Han Yuan stood next to Han Chong, quietly reporting the situation and marveling at the results.

Han Chong sneered, "Cowardly before even fighting, how can such a petty person rise to a high position in the Qinghe Sect? How laughable."

"Senior brother, consider this: when we fight against demonic cultivators together in the future, are you willing to fight alongside such a villain and entrust your back to him?"

After saying that, Han Chong sensed the friendly gaze that Qing Beixuan was casting from not far away, and glared back at him without hesitation.

Han Yuan, standing beside him, paused for a moment, then asked, "Junior Brother, are you refusing to cooperate?"

"Why should we refuse? This scoundrel only wants to use us to eliminate a powerful enemy. As long as we can get rid of Luo Fanchen, we are happy to see it happen."

Han Chong narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then said with a playful tone, "Of course I'll agree to his request."

After saying that, Han Chong put on a smile, took the initiative to walk up to Qing Beixuan, shook hands with him in a friendly manner, and directly finalized the cooperation.

Qing Beixuan's face lit up with joy, thinking that he could capture Luo Fanchen for a reward while also using Han Chong to protect the Qinghe Sect's remaining strength. He was completely unaware of Han Chong's meaningful smile.

He planted the same marking method on Qing Beixuan as he did on Luo Fanchen. The difference was that Luo Fanchen could detect and break the mark, but Qing Beixuan seemed oblivious, with every move he made within his perception range.

Luo Fanchen must die, and Qing Beixuan, that scoundrel, will not live either!
"Life transforms evil, and the withering and flourishing of Yi wood."

After a while, on the thousand-foot-tall thunderwood, Ming Ruoxue pointed to the sky with her left hand and touched the ground with her right hand. Behind her, the spirit ship hummed and she chanted the true incantation, drawing the power of the three sects' spiritual veins into the spirit ship, setting up the central palace, and using eight spirit puppets to guard it according to the eight trigrams.

The dark green octagonal patterns shimmered with a hazy glow, growing intricately from top to bottom along the dead wood.

Wherever it passed, plants and trees revived, and the earth shook and mountains trembled. The thousand-foot-tall thunderwood split in two, and the disciples' pupils trembled violently. Unable to control themselves, they all trembled in fear under this natural force.

"open!"

Ming Ruoxue shouted, and the spirit ship behind her burst into light. Within a radius of a hundred miles, vegetation grew rapidly, merging and clinging to the array patterns, forming a giant crater about a kilometer in size beneath the lightning-struck wood that had been split in two.

As the secret realm appeared, the purity of the spiritual energy in the air suddenly increased, condensing into a mist that was almost visible to the naked eye.

The disciples, upon entering the space, felt their hearing and vision sharpen with just a breath of air, especially the rogue cultivators, who could hardly contain their excitement.

Rare medicinal herbs and resources are right before your eyes!

"In this trial, rankings will be based on points. Of all gains, 70% must be converted into points, and the remaining 30% can be decided at your discretion. The top five in points will receive one spot in the Earth Fighting event, and the top one hundred will receive one spot in the Human Fighting event."

Ming Ruoxue's clear, melodious voice resonated directly in everyone's minds.

She stood on a snow lotus, her long black hair dancing gracefully in the frost and mist, like a blooming ice lotus, pure and aloof, unattainable.

"After the rankings are settled, the points can be converted into Immortal Fate at a ratio of 1 to 20, and the top ten will receive additional Immortal Fate rewards."

"Yes, we thank the fairy for bestowing this opportunity upon us."

All the cultivators bowed in submission, and Liu Xia could only bow with a complicated expression. Looking up at Ming Ruoxue, she saw a mixture of envy and longing in her eyes.

"The secret realm has opened. Enter in order. I am here, awaiting your triumphant return."

Ming Ruoxue, her thin veil swaying, was more beautiful than an immortal. She placed her hands on her lower abdomen, sincerely returned the greeting, and said softly, "I wish all fellow Daoists good fortune in their immortal journeys."

After speaking, dark green array patterns clung to the giant cauldron, and amidst the swirling spiritual light, a huge crack appeared. The disciples of the four sects, led by the cultivators, leaped into the cauldron first, directly leading to the secret realm of the cave.

The other cultivators were envious, but could only wait in place.

As independent cultivators, they could only scavenge scraps after all the sect and family disciples had entered.

"Fourth batch"

Luo Fanchen stood with his hands behind his back, calm as still water, but a raging fire was already rising in his heart.

He could feel dozens of scorching gazes filled with malice, the most intense of which came from Liu Xia, who sat high on her palanquin. She also noticed his gaze, her narrow eyes narrowing as she whispered something to Ma Fei, who was serving beside her.

Soon, Ma Fei walked through the crowd and went straight to Luo Fanchen, toying with an ice lotus jade pendant in his hand.

"The master said this is the third and final chance."

"Luo Fanchen, don't be ungrateful. Our four sects are full of talented people. Killing you is as easy as slaughtering a chicken."

"You were the one who attacked Chief Biao Yun and Yun Mo?"

Luo Fanchen calmly accepted the jade pendant, which was imprinted with the two characters "Liu Xia," indicating it was a retainer's token.

His eyes were gloomy. Thanks to the wondrous power of the Soul Banner, when he extracted Yunmo's soul, he saw many of Yunmo's remaining memories before he fell into a coma, including scenes of Han Chong and Ma Fei.

Although both were acting on Liu Xia's orders, they were both executors, especially Ma Fei, who had long been on his kill list.

"Hehe, Yunmo? I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Luo, I don't know the person you're talking about."

Ma Fei's eyes were filled with mockery as he said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, are you very familiar with that Yun Mo? I heard that the only survivor of the Jubaoge caravan is Yun Mo. Perhaps you have made too many enemies, which is why you have suffered this misfortune."

"However, now that you have become a disciple of Lord Xia, with her protection, no villain would dare to harm your friend."

Ma Fei's words were loaded with meaning, and Liu Xia, watching from afar, also gave him a playful look, seemingly enjoying taming Luo Fanchen, this wild horse.

Luo Fanchen narrowed his eyes, and in front of Liu Xia, he slowly clenched his fist, crushing the retainer's token in his hand into powder. He casually threw it on the ground, spat on it, and calmly said, "I will cut off your head."

Ma Fei's smile gradually froze, while Liu Xia in the distance had an icy look in her eyes.

"Tell that bitch Liu Xia that she doesn't have many good days left. Only one person from the four clans will come out alive this time."

Luo Fanchen reached out and lightly patted Ma Fei's cheek, scoffing, "Of course, it won't be you."

He did not lower his voice to make sure the surrounding cultivators could hear him. At the same time, he gathered his true essence and shot out a cloud-rain sword aura that narrowly missed Liu Xia's carriage. The next moment, a powerful and cold pressure from the Foundation Establishment stage rushed towards him.

The water vapor surged, seemingly possessing immense power. Li Miaoyun stood calmly behind Luo Fanchen, her body shrouded in mist, easily dissipating the spiritual pressure.

In terms of cultivation alone, Li Miaoyun is not much weaker than Liu Xia.

"Heh, how dare you! I am a direct disciple of the Luoshen Pavilion. You scum, you have defied your superiors. Killing you would be too lenient for me!"

"Shut up, you lowly servant girl who's ridden by ten thousand men. I don't belong to your four sects' jurisdiction. If anyone should be punished, it should be Fairy Ruoxue. Who do you think you are?"

Luo Fanchen stood behind Li Miaoyun, refusing to back down. With just a few words, he struck at Liu Xia's weak spot, making her face turn red with anger.

His goal was to provoke Liu Xia's hostility as much as possible, until she could no longer suppress her murderous intent and took the bait.

"What did you call me?"

"A lowly servant girl ridden by ten thousand men."

Liu Xia's lips trembled and her pupils quivered violently. She never expected that Luo Fanchen would dare to insult her in public.

Her sore spot was exposed, and the eyes of the rogue cultivators focused on her with great interest, as if they were about to burst into flames. She was about to make a move in a fit of rage when Ming Ruoxue stepped through the air and stood between the two of them.

The icy spiritual energy surged, instantly dissipating Li Miaoyun and Liu Xia's spiritual energy, suppressing them simultaneously. "Ming Ruoxue, the talented people you recruited dare to defy their superiors; what is their punishment?"

Ming Ruoxue frowned slightly, her green eyes narrowed as she swept over Luo Fanchen, and calmly said, "Insubordination, though excusable, can be punished leniently, but still requires twenty strokes of the cane."

"I am willing to surrender and accept punishment after leaving the secret realm."

"Yes, the trial will come first."

Ming Ruoxue nodded. Unless there was a written rule, she would always side with Luo Fanchen.

Luo Fanchen bowed respectfully, then continued, "You lowly servant, you have insulted me time and time again, and you deserve to be abused by the demonic cultivators."

"Dog thief!"

"You lowly servant, as a high-ranking disciple of the Luoshen Pavilion, you have no shame, you bully others with your power, and you look down on everyone. Are you a cultivator of immortality or a demon?"

Liu Xia was furious, but she was no match for Luo Fanchen in a verbal battle. She was so angry that her fingers trembled and her teeth bled from biting them.

"Ming Ruoxue, this man has repeatedly committed offenses without changing his ways. Why don't you smash his mouth shut?"

"If the argument isn't over, it counts as one offense, not a repeat offense."

Ming Ruoxue gently shook her head. Liu Xia felt frustrated and angry, but she couldn't find any fault with her.

She glared fiercely at Luo Fanchen, remaining silent no matter how sarcastic and insulting he was. After a long while, the scoundrel finally stopped talking, clearly timing it perfectly and staying on the edge of the rules.

What a despicable scoundrel!
In just a few breaths, she was questioned about everyone from her clan to her in-laws, and her family tree was thoroughly examined. Her most shameful past was repeatedly dug up and laid bare before everyone, making her so angry that she felt dizzy.

"I will kill this scoundrel! I will kill this scoundrel!"

Liu Xia was panting heavily; she had lost all face and had never suffered such a loss before.

She never expected Luo Fanchen to dare insult her in public. How could he dare? Was he out of his mind?

"Ma Fei, I want him alive! Extract his soul, and I will reward you handsomely."

Liu Xia's hands were covered in bulging veins as she crushed the jade cup in her palm. Now, all the rogue cultivators from the six sects knew that she was a piece of trash who had been played with by demonic cultivators.

Whom did I suffer this calamity for? That damned rogue cultivator is so despicable and disgusting, I want his life!

Ma Fei fell silent, not daring to meet Liu Xia's gaze, while also being astonished by Luo Fanchen's audacity.

After this incident, Luo Fanchen is doomed, and everyone connected to him will suffer Xia's furious revenge.

“I will cut off his limbs, skin him and flesh and present him to you, sir.”

"Alright, in this trial, you don't need to hold back. Qinghe Sect, Immortal Water Residence, hehe, kill as many as you can!"

Liu Xia gritted her teeth, feeling a tightness in her chest as if blood was pooling inside. Her gloomy eyes looked at Ming Ruoxue, who was like a fairy, her body shrouded in frost and snow, her fairy dress fluttering, her appearance pure and holy.

Jealousy, envy, and admiration all gave rise to hatred at this moment. Why should she be ridiculed by everyone, while Ming Ruoxue is pure and innocent?

She wants to make the two sects' cultivators and Luo Fanchen pay the price!

"You were too impulsive. Liu Xia will definitely pass on a special formation to the cultivators of the four sects, specifically targeting you."

Amidst the clouds and mist, Ming Ruoxue's beautiful face was like a painting, and she gently shook her head: "The four sects will definitely fight you to the death. You should withdraw. At least you can save your life and leave Qingyuan Domain in the future. There will still be a chance for a turnaround."

"Fairy, you underestimate me."

Luo Fanchen gently patted Li Miaoyun's hand to comfort her, then slowly walked up to her and said seriously, "I will make her pay the price."

"You take care of yourself."

Ming Ruoxue sighed softly, her graceful figure disappearing into the frost and mist. At the same time, Liu Xia, unable to bear the noise of the rogue cultivators, left the carriage with a flushed face, transforming into a stream of light and disappearing into the spirit ship, seemingly to confront Ming Ruoxue.

Luo Fanchen sat calmly cross-legged and practiced breathing exercises until late at night on the second day, when it was finally the turn of the fourth batch of cultivators to enter.

"I am leaving."

"Be careful, sir."

Li Miaoyun's pretty face showed worry. She took the initiative to tiptoe and lightly kissed Luo Fanchen's lips with her tender red cherry lips. Then she took half a step back and gave him a curtsy. Luo Fanchen smacked his lips, as if savoring the last lingering fragrance.

The calm in his eyes slowly faded, revealing a fierce glint. His true essence of Yi Wood surged within his body, and he shattered the ground with his footsteps, rushing into the giant cauldron.

The secret realm is based on the Yimu Sect, covers a vast area, and is divided into three levels (upper, middle, and lower) with seven entrances.

The inner laws are incomplete, and the spiritual veins are crisscrossed. The deeper one goes, the stronger the impact on perception becomes. It is impossible to use magical artifacts such as recording stones to transmit images in real time. Even Ming Ruoxue can only indirectly deduce the number of people and their locations through the true essence aura left by the cultivators in advance.

At the same time, at the entrance to the secret realm, more than twenty disciples from the four sects and more than ten rogue cultivators, led by Han Chong and Han Yuan, set up an illusion array and laid out a net, waiting for Luo Fanchen to appear.

"Junior brother, this person is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, why make such a fuss?"

"We have been delayed for a whole day and night, wasting countless spiritual materials."

Han Yuan sighed softly, feeling quite distressed. The other disciples from the four sects, who were in the late stage of Qi Refining, had gained a great deal. From the moment they entered the secret realm, they had been setting up illusion arrays, all for Luo Fanchen.

No matter how strong he is, he's only at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Junior Brother is still being too cautious.

“I will not be at ease until this scoundrel is eliminated. According to the intelligence provided by Qing Beixuan, Luo Fanchen must have entered the country here.”

"This is a golden opportunity, senior brother, please don't be impatient."

After Han Chong finished speaking, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he had sensed something: "They've arrived! Quickly form an array and help me kill this fiend!"

"Such a powerful killing aura!"

"This killing intent... Form an array! Form the array immediately!"

Han Yuan was slightly taken aback. A thick, almost tangible, dark green light shot towards him from afar, like an arrow released from a bow. He quickly used his spiritual power to awaken his fellow disciples and occupy the Nine Palaces of Qimen. When the green light got close, he activated the great formation.

First-grade superior Origin Water Array, first-grade superior Mist Killing Array!
The two formations combined, and the array patterns that had been prepared beforehand shimmered with spiritual light, instantly dispelling the overwhelming killing intent.

"This fiend is trapped by an illusion array. Form the array and kill this fiend quickly!"

Han Yuan was overjoyed, while Han Chong was slightly taken aback. The opponent had charged into the formation recklessly and lost the initiative, so they were at least 80% likely to lose.

Did they win so easily?

There were many independent cultivators watching from the surrounding area, and they looked at each other with doubt in their eyes.

Fearing the demonic cultivators, they only gathered some low-grade herbs on the outskirts before guarding the exit. Relying on the prestige of the four sects' disciples, they were protected from the demonic cultivators' spying until the secret realm ended.

The scattered cultivators had hoped to witness a good show, but it turned out to be all bark and no bite; it ended before it even began.

"This Luo Fanchen is nothing special."

"Even I know that we must not enter the battle."

Everyone clicked their tongues in amazement, preparing to continue their closed-eye cultivation. Suddenly, a sharp-eyed person noticed that the spiritual light of the two arrays on the left and right was rapidly dimming, and dark red blood energy was climbing up from outside the barrier, staining the array patterns scarlet, and gradually losing its effect.

"This is."

Everyone was slightly taken aback, then looked at Luo Fanchen again, who shouted sharply, "Qiu Yun!"

"Uncle Luo is here!"

A cold wind howled, and Qiu Yun transformed into wisps of green smoke from behind her hairpin. She formed a hand seal with the Noon Fire Technique and shouted sharply, "Yinghuo!"

The hairpin floated in mid-air, transforming into a sinister long pole that plunged deep into the ground. Instantly, pentagonal blood patterns spread out, and amidst the raging winds, billowing black mist swallowed the clouds, rain, and ice crystals that had dissipated in the air, easily covering the two great formations.

When the Mars spell was activated, the offensive and defensive strategies shifted. Under the influence of the evil spirits, the disciples' spiritual senses were clouded, and they could no longer find the location of the formation. The formation they had created collapsed on its own, causing them to panic.

"What kind of magical artifact is this?"

"A magic treasure? No, this thing is glowing with gold."

"Idiot, can't golden light be a magic treasure?"

The disciples of the four sects were thrown into chaos. Han Yuan and Han Chong's lips turned ashen, their pupils shrank to the size of stalks, and they shouted in a tearful voice.

"The Soul Banner? Run!"

With its spiritual essence complete and karmic force extinguished, it must be a top-tier method for overcoming tribulations. It is a first-grade superior-level technique that has already undergone sublimation. This is the Soul Banner of the Heavenly Demon Sect's main lineage.

Luo Fanchen is a demonic cultivator, and a main branch demonic cultivator of the Heavenly Demon Sect!
"The Heavenly Demon Sect? Its main branch is filled with demonic cultivators. Retreat immediately!"

Han Yuan turned and ran, but Han Chong gritted his teeth and circulated his true energy to meet him head-on, trying to hold off Luo Fanchen so that his fellow disciples could retreat as much as possible.

"Ah-"

Luo Fanchen formed the Hai Water Seal with his hands, releasing all the fierce ghosts to harass the disciples of the four sects. At the same time, his figure disappeared into the black mist, as if divinely aided, and his aura was almost non-existent. Each time he appeared, he could take the head of a disciple.

"Senior brother! Help me—"

The screams of agony filled his ears, the stench of blood and the splattering of flesh filled the air. Han Chong witnessed Luo Fanchen casually smash the head of a junior brother who admired him with a single punch, and he was deeply shocked.

"Luo Fanchen, your opponent is me!"

Han Chong screamed, pushing his true energy to its limit as he searched for Luo Fanchen's figure.

"roll--"

Luo Fanchen formed a sword finger with his hand, and the sword energy condensed into a triangular shape. A sword of three parts Yuan Qi shot out rapidly, heading straight for Han Chong's forehead.

The sword moved like a startled swan, arriving in an instant. Han Chong's pupils contracted slightly. He clashed with the Heavenly Cloud Sword, a superior technique, but the sword was unpredictable, alternating between reality and illusion. His sword light struck the void, and when he tried to defend, his meridians were eroded by the illusionary black mist, slowing him down by half a breath.

In that short time, his protective true essence was shattered by the sword light, blood mist burst from his body, and he fell from the sky with a muffled groan.

"Brother!"

The disciples cried out in grief, and Han Chong stopped in time. His Taoist robe was torn to shreds, and his chest was covered with more than ten hideous wounds, but he was only slightly injured and still had the ability to fight. However, after this attack, he could no longer take the initiative to chase after Luo Fanchen.

"No! Please spare them. Kill me, please!"

Han Chong's eyes were bloodshot as he watched helplessly as Luo Fanchen took the head of his junior brother, with whom he had spent every day. They didn't even have time to cry out before their souls were taken away by the soul banner, and even rest was a luxury.

Luo Fanchen, like a tiger among sheep, unleashed his fury indiscriminately.

"Spare us, we surrender."

The disciples had lost all will to fight and surrendered in a sorry state. Luo Fanchen looked at them coldly, tore off the arm of the disciple in front of him, and before he could cry out in pain, he blasted his head off with a sword.

"die--"

The scene was filled with blood and gore, and the moment it entered the mouth, it became a living hell.

After a while, Luo Fanchen closed his eyes and looked up. Countless drops of blood mixed with flesh and blood fell, but Qiu Yun silently used the Soul Banner to block them from the outside.

Of the four sect disciples, only two remain.

"Luo Fanchen!"

Below, Han Chong was trapped in the illusion array, his mind lost, tears of blood welling up in his eyes, frantically searching for his figure like a demon.

In the distance, Han Yuan, having lost an arm, was fleeing in a disheveled state, having already run nearly a hundred meters.

"Do you think he can escape?"

Luo Fanchen slowly descended, walked up to Han Chong, dispersed the black mist, and gestured towards Han Yuan's position.

"Spare my senior brother, please, kill me. I was the one who killed Yun Mo, I am willing to pay with my life."

Han Chong cried and begged, but dozens of fierce ghosts bound him to the ground, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

"I guess he can't escape."

Luo Fanchen chuckled evilly, ignoring Han Chong's roars and cries. He made a hand seal, using the souls of the four sect disciples he had just captured as nourishment to crush and corrupt them, creating a cradle of ghostly wails and roars.

"Spare him."

"It's easy to spare him, but give me back my friend's life."

Luo Fanchen's eyes were cold as he mercilessly unleashed the Placenta Cart Technique. Amidst the howling of the vengeful spirits, even hundreds of meters away, Han Yuan was still pierced through the back of his heart by the Placenta Cart Technique, which then emerged from his body.

His former fellow disciples, with whom he had spent every day, transformed into vengeful ghosts, devouring his body and tearing out his soul tablet to eat. Their screams were chilling.

No! No!

Han Chong lay prostrate on the ground, his hand trembling as he reached out, watching helplessly as his best friend's senior brother exploded into a bloody mist.

"Demonic cultivator, kill me!"

Han Chong gritted his teeth so hard they almost broke, his eyes filled with blood and tears. Luo Fanchen, on the other hand, gently shook his head, signaling Qiu Yun to loosen her grip on him.

"kill me!"

Luo Fanchen smiled calmly, while Han Chong trembled uncontrollably, his whole body convulsing. In his eyes, the other party was as fierce as a demon.

"I won't kill you. Of the four sects' cultivators, only you can survive. Go, we will meet again."

After speaking, Luo Fanchen put away the Soul Banner, extracted a wisp of Han Chong's soul to plant a restriction, and turned to leave.

After a moment, Qiu Yun returned, saying timidly, "Uncle Luo, I've erased all memories related to the rogue cultivators. If you need, I can still eliminate them."

"No need. Besides, erasing memories is harmful to the soul. Let's distribute all the low-grade spiritual medicines we received to them."

(End of this chapter)