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

Chapter 1 begins with a fellow Daoist entrusting his orphan to him.

The waning moon was fierce as a sword, and the cold wind smelled like blood.

A light drizzle fell. Inside the cave, Luo Fanchen leaned against the stone door, holding his breath, his eyes sharp, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, it's me."

"Fellow Daoist Ling?"

His voice was weak, Luo Fanchen's shoulders were tense, and a strong smell of blood lingered in his nostrils.

He is currently at the third level of Qi Refining, while the newcomer is a well-known demonic cultivator from Feiyunfang named Ling Leng, who has already reached the ninth level of Qi Refining.

"It is I. Please open the door, fellow Daoist. I have something to ask of you."

The sound was intermittent. After hesitating for a moment, Luo Fanchen gripped the sword in his hand and slowly opened the door.

It wasn't that he was soft-hearted; with Ling Leng's cultivation level, if he truly harbored ill intentions, this stone gate would be useless.

The stone gate slowly opened, and Luo Fanchen's sword was aimed directly at the opponent's brow, but he suddenly stopped when he was only inches away.

"Fellow Daoist Luo is still so cautious."

Ling Leng was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and a fist-sized penetrating wound on his chest nearly destroyed his internal organs; his dantian cultivation had been destroyed.

The moment he saw Luo Fanchen, he seemed to relax slightly and collapsed in front of the mansion gate.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, how did you get injured like this?"

Luo Fanchen frowned slightly and quickly stepped forward to help Ling Leng up. He hesitated for a moment before taking out a pale green pill from his pocket, but did not put it in Ling Leng's mouth. The latter shook his head with a wry smile and said helplessly.

"My heart meridian is destroyed, and there is no cure. Fellow Daoist Luo, please do not trouble yourself."

Ling Leng gasped for breath, coughing up large amounts of blood mixed with his internal organs onto his chest.

Luo Fanchen remained silent. This demonic cultivator's heart meridian had been severely damaged. If it weren't for the lingering attachments in his heart and the pent-up anger, he would have died long ago.

"I regret not listening to you and fighting for that Foundation Establishment opportunity."

"We are no different from ants in front of the Taoist sect. The mere aftershocks of the battle have taken the lives of us rogue cultivators."

Luo Fanchen remained vigilant, supporting Ling Leng while keeping the tip of his sword half an inch away from Ling Leng's back.

The Five Great Sects and the Eight Great Daoist Schools are colossal entities located on the Eight Desolate Continent. In their eyes, rogue cultivators are nothing more than resources to be exploited at will, and it is not uncommon for them to crush a few ants when they are in a bad mood.

"You're the only one who came back?"

Ling Leng nodded slowly, and Luo Fanchen sighed softly.

The appearance of this hidden paradise is said to offer opportunities for Foundation Establishment, attracting cultivators from all directions to gather here.

Nearly half of the Qi Refining cultivators from Feiyunfang went to compete for a glimmer of opportunity, but they were all wiped out. Fortunately, he had the self-awareness to escape this calamity.

Ling Leng coughed violently, trembling as she gripped Luo Fanchen's shoulder, pleading bitterly.

“Fellow Daoist Luo, I am a demonic cultivator, and I have nothing to say about this retribution. But I still have a daughter in the mortal realm.”

“I have mistreated her all these years, and now that I am about to die, I am worried about her. I beg Fellow Daoist Luo to teach her cultivation.”

"why me."

Luo Fanchen wiped the sword, his eyes narrowed meaningfully. He and this demonic cultivator were merely nodding acquaintances.

"Fellow Daoist Luo is benevolent and still has compassion for mortals. In this vast Flying Cloud Pavilion, you are the only one I can trust."

His voice was broken and intermittent. Ling Leng shook his head and pleaded, his eyes filled with deathly aura.

Luo Fanchen lived a secluded life, practicing detached cultivation. Although his cultivation was slightly weak, he had never committed murder or robbery, making him an anomaly among rogue cultivators.

Luo Fanchen's eyes flickered, and he remained silent for a long time.

"I am willing, but unable."

Luo Fanchen refused without even thinking. Due to his status, he had lived a secluded life for almost ten years and had not left the surrounding area for more than a hundred miles.

In addition, Ling Leng has made many enemies, and he has no intention of getting involved in this mess.

“Fellow Daoist, my daughter has excellent aptitude for cultivation and possesses a superior spiritual root. If you are willing to guide her cultivation, she will surely be richly rewarded when she enters the Daoist sect at the future Ascension Assembly.”

"A superior-grade spiritual root?"

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback. Even in the Eight Great Dao Sects, a top-grade spiritual root would be a rare and precious seed for cultivation.

"This storage bag contains an opportunity I obtained at the cost of my life. I will give it to Fellow Daoist Luo as a reward."

Ling Leng laboriously pulled a blood-stained storage bag from his bosom, trembling as he handed it to Luo Fanchen. Then, his pupils dilated, and he breathed his last on the spot.

The blood in his palm gradually turned cold, and Luo Fanchen's eyes held a complex expression.

The infamous demonic cultivator from Feiyunfang was killed in an instant. The rogue cultivators were truly helpless and their lives were as worthless as ants.

Luo Fanchen pursed his lips and sighed softly. He cast several spells to clean up the bloodstains and buried Ling Leng on the spot before he had time to check his storage bag.

Fifteen spirit stones, over fifty spirit dust, approximately five spirit stones, a low-grade flying sword magic weapon, and two bottles of first-grade low-grade Qi Gathering Pills, enough for Qi Refining cultivators to cultivate.

In the center stood a jade box, shrouded in a thin mist and emanating a pale blue spiritual light. Luo Fanchen only needed to sniff it twice to feel his hearing and vision sharpen, and his pupils immediately dilated slightly.

"It's actually water dragon wood."

This is one of the water-attribute Foundation Establishment spiritual items, the main ingredient of Foundation Establishment Pills. Direct consumption can also help cultivators with water spiritual roots increase their success rate in breaking through by 10%.

The eight major sects only release a handful of Foundation Establishment treasures each year. This treasure is worth over three hundred spirit stones and is priceless.

"Fellow Daoist Ling is truly a person of great fortune."

Luo Fanchen's breathing was slightly rapid, as if he were holding a hot potato. He looked around for a long time before finally taking the jade box in his palm and playing with it, reluctant to put it down.

As expected of a demonic cultivator who burns, kills, and plunders, his wealth far surpasses that of others. Apart from the foundation-building spiritual items, the remaining cultivation resources are enough for him to toil for several years.

Unfortunately, one wrong step led to the opportunity and his daughter being taken by outsiders.

"This restriction, however, is quite troublesome."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue, stroking the intricate array patterns on the jade box. The restriction level was not high; even he could forcibly break it, but he was afraid it would damage the spiritual object.

It seems to be a backup plan left by Ling Leng. If one wants to obtain a Foundation Establishment spiritual item, one must have his direct descendant personally release the spiritual technique.

"A top-grade spiritual root."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue, his heart already stirred.

Since he was born with innate wisdom and awakened his memories of his past life, after realizing the fact that he had transmigrated, he successfully tested his spiritual root and believed that he was exceptionally talented. He thought that with the Taoist scriptures he had copied in his previous life, he was enough to suppress the pride of the world.

However, while the illusion is beautiful, reality is extremely cruel.

He was merely a pseudo-spiritual root of the Five Elements, and as a subordinate, he could only vaguely sense spiritual energy. After twenty years of arduous cultivation, he had only reached the third level of Qi Refining.

A superior spiritual root, in terms of spiritual energy absorption alone, is more than ten times that of him.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, entrust your daughter to me. Go with peace of mind."

The next day, Luo Fanchen lit three sticks of incense in front of the cold mound where Ling Leng was buried. He carefully copied the array pattern on the brocade box, and then carefully put the fifteen spirit stones into his storage bag. After digging three feet into the ground to hide his belongings, he finally took out an ancient talisman.

This is a Spirit Control Talisman, a low-grade talisman. One spirit stone contains thirty of these talismans, which can carry a cultivator for one hour.

As a demonic cultivator, Ling Leng inevitably committed murder and arson, and had many enemies. His daughter was thoughtfully placed in a mortal town called Yanyun City outside Feiyunfang.

Luo Fanchen decided to take the woman back and went to Feiyunfang to try his luck. This place was protected by a spirit-gathering array, and the concentration of spiritual energy far exceeded that of his mansion. Now that he had some spirit stones, he could afford to rent a cave dwelling, and his future cultivation would be twice as effective.

In Yanyun City, Luo Fanchen reappeared, now in a secluded prison.

The space was cramped and dark, and the stench of rotting mud and water filled the air. Luo Fanchen lightly pinched the tip of his nose, while the jailer in front of him sneered obsequiously. His official uniform was washed until it was almost white.

“Immortal Master, this ferocious seed is the one you are looking for.”

The jailer, with a fawning expression, led Luo Fanchen into the depths of the prison. In the flickering candlelight, he finally saw the person in question through the dim light.

"So you are Ling Moxue, who murdered her mother and relatives, and slaughtered more than twenty members of her clan in one night?"

The chains clanged and creaked, revealing a small, disheveled figure with bloody marks on her ankles and wrists from the chains, and a heavy collar around her neck that prevented her from lifting her head.

Ling Moxue was weak and did not speak. Only after Luo Fanchen approached did she frantically bite his neck. Her bloodshot eyes were filled with venomous hatred, but she was bound by iron chains and could not move an inch.

"Like father, like daughter; she truly is a jinx."

Luo Fanchen smiled and lifted Ling Moxue's chin, forcing her to face him.

The girl's bone age was exactly eighteen, but she was much shorter and thinner than her peers due to malnutrition.

Her face was sallow, her long, withered yellow hair was draped over her cheeks, and there were obvious dark red bloodstains on the corners of her cracked lips. Her almond-shaped eyes were vengeful, and the resentment in them even moved Luo Fanchen a little. She was good material to become a demonic cultivator.

Who the hell would entrust their child to someone over eighteen?

Luo Fanchen sighed inwardly. This girl had already passed the best age for cultivation, and even with a superior spiritual root, it would be difficult for her to enter the Daoist sect.

Ling Moxue suppressed a roar in her throat, like a wildcat arching its back in response to stress, frantically tearing at Luo Fanchen's palm with its fur standing on end, letting him bite until his lips and teeth were stained with scarlet blood, but not a single tooth mark was left.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Luo Fanchen. I've been entrusted by your father, Ling Leng, to come and take you away."

Upon hearing Ling Leng's name, Ling Moxue was slightly taken aback, as if she had regained some of her rationality. Her almond-shaped eyes turned red, and she glared at Ling Leng stubbornly, her small face tense to the point of being distorted.

Luo Fanchen frowned slightly, and his grip on the back of his hand tightened. He was afraid that Ling Moxue would break her teeth. Just as he was about to knock Ling Moxue unconscious, complex black characters appeared in front of the girl.

The Records of the Eight Desolate Demonesses

The Eight Desolations Bitter Path Sect has long been established. A demoness has fallen to the mortal realm. By gaining the demoness's admiration and teaching her, one can obtain a heaven-sent opportunity from the Eight Desolations.

The higher the level of admiration, the richer the reward.

[Currently available to bind: Ling Moxue (Sword Bone Mastery)]

[Special Binding Effect - Karma: After binding, the demoness's cultivation will return one-fifth of her cultivation to the chosen one.]

【Bind? 】

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback, his breathing gradually quickened, and his trembling fingers slowly pointed towards the binding.

(End of this chapter)