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

Chapter 100: I have won, I have vanquished the demon (5000-word chapter)

"These idiots aren't completely hopeless after all."

Outside the ruins of the Yimu Sect, aboard the spirit ship, Liu Xia let out a long sigh, her stiff expression easing slightly.

On the array plate, the light symbolizing Luo Fanchen visibly slowed down after engulfing two groups of disciples. It seems that even a superior true essence body can get tired.

Furthermore, Han Chong's training of him was not in vain. Although he suffered repeated defeats, he always managed to escape unscathed from Luo Fanchen's clutches.

"This beast has some skill, but fortunately, its strength is limited and not overwhelming."

Liu Xia murmured silently as she watched the light symbolizing Han Chong slowly penetrate the second level. After it returned to the main force, the cultivators of the four sects, as if divinely aided, quickly broke through the second level of the barrier blocked by the demonic cultivators and began to integrate their manpower.

Nearly a hundred points of light slowly gathered in the underground space of the third level, like a pile of loose sand being clenched into a fist.

"It's been revitalized, great!"

Liu Xia slowly loosened her grip on her sleeve, and after her furrowed brows relaxed, she realized that her back was soaked with cold sweat.

Thank goodness Han Chong was quick-witted, otherwise her future would have been ruined by Luo Fanchen.

Now that the main forces of the four sects have gathered on the third floor, and with Han Chong providing intelligence, they must have laid a trap. No matter how strong Luo Fanchen is, he is still only at the Qi Refining stage. To think that he can survive in the hands of more than a hundred sect elites is just wishful thinking.

Luo Fanchen's only chance is to defeat the four sects one by one before they gather.

Clearly, he no longer has a chance.

"Senior sister, it seems that you, a disciple of the Qinghe Sect, also have some complaints about that scoundrel."

Liu Xia took a sip of tea, calmed herself down, and then her voice became sarcastic again.

She noticed that most of the Qinghe Sect disciples, led by Qing Beixuan, were also traveling with the cultivators from the four sects, seemingly cooperating subtly to block the retreat of the Xianshui Residence disciples, indicating a possible defection.

"Senior sister still doesn't understand people's hearts; she's too harsh and ungrateful."

Before my eyes, Ming Ruoxue sat cross-legged, breathing deeply, her slender and graceful body shrouded in frost and mist, ethereal and holy.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she did not respond, seemingly too lazy to pay attention to Liu Xia. The latter was not annoyed and covered her mouth with a sneer.

"With the combined strength of the five sects, I have won this secret realm!"

"How can we win? What can we use to win? If we don't gather our forces and set up a killing formation, we are doomed!"

At the same time, at the entrance to the third level of the secret realm, Han Chong paced back and forth with bloodshot eyes.

Beside him, Kui Shan and Ma Fei gathered, while many disciples from the four sects were scattered around, approaching the entrance. Kui Shan and Ma Fei looked at each other, their expressions rather grim, and remained silent for a long while before speaking.

“Junior brother, we have finally broken through the demonic cultivators’ blockade. We should disperse our forces and collect rare and precious materials as soon as possible.”

"Time is precious. Is it a bit of an overreaction to force all our fellow disciples here just for Luo Fanchen?"

Kuishan paced back and forth, his voice booming like thunder, clearly annoyed.

The third level of the secret realm is rich in resources, with spiritual veins and ores everywhere. Every moment spent guarding this place is a waste of spiritual stones.

No matter how strong Luo Fanchen is, he is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. For them to send one-third of their manpower to surround and kill him is already using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Han Chong, clinging to Liu Xia's coattails, insisted on gathering all his disciples to set up a killing formation and forced them to stay there.

Although the fellow disciples didn't say it aloud, they had long harbored resentment in their hearts.

"Senior brother, I have been placed under a restriction by this person, so I cannot reveal too much useful information."

Han Chong smiled bitterly. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of pain and helplessness.

"Senior brother, no fewer than thirty junior brothers have died at the hands of this fiend. Senior brother Han Yuan and junior sister Jiao Chun died tragically."

"Senior brother, we must not be careless. Please listen to your junior brother this once, I beg you."

Two streams of bloody tears rolled down his eyelids and fell to the ground. Overwhelmed with grief, Han Chong knelt down and begged his four junior brothers.

"Only if all of you senior brothers gather together and form a united array can we suppress this fiend; otherwise, we will surely be defeated one by one."

"Is this person really that powerful?"

Ma Fei swallowed silently, a chill running down his spine. He relied on spiritual implantation and wasn't particularly skilled in combat.

"Junior brother, I'm willing to stake my life on it."

Han Chong's voice was hoarse, as if he hated it to the extreme. Kui Shan and Ma Fei were slightly taken aback for a moment, then knelt down together to help him up, their expressions gradually becoming solemn.

They didn't know Luo Fanchen well, but they were very clear about their junior brother's character.

He acts with gentleness and kindness, as mild as jade, yet he is proud and self-reliant at heart. Just how strong is Luo Fanchen, who was able to force Han Chong to kneel in public?

"We trust our junior brother and are willing to obey your orders."

“Alright, Senior Brother Ma Fei, you lead the people to set up the formation. Senior Brother Kui Shan, you stay here to oversee the overall situation. I will go and contact Qing Beixuan.”

Han Chong wiped away his tears and forced himself to regain his spirits, quickly making arrangements for the battle.

Qing Beixuan is a backstabber of his own sect. Although he is a villain, he is at odds with Luo Fanchen and is a force that can be united.

"I brought my junior brothers into the secret realm, and I must bring them back safely!"

Han Chong's eyes gradually hardened as he sprinted toward the location of the Qinghe Sect.

"Qingbeixuan and the other three sects are joining forces to besiege Xianshuiju. Is this a case of dogs fighting each other? Interesting."

On the second level of the secret realm, Luo Fanchen, expressionless, snapped the neck of a Qinghe Sect disciple and used the Soul-Binding Technique to extract his soul in front of everyone.

"Soul Banner Luo Fanchen, are you a demonic cultivator?"

"Fellow Daoist Luo, we all obey Fairy Ruoxue's orders and are of the same path, so why must we draw our swords against each other?"

Before him, several Qinghe Sect disciples, their true essence exhausted and covered in wounds, gasped for breath and begged for mercy. At their feet lay numerous mutilated corpses and limbs, as well as the bodies of their fellow disciples whose souls had just been drawn away by the Soul Banner.

"If we are of the same ilk, why did you turn your swords against Xianshui Residence?"

Luo Fanchen stood with his hands behind his back, sneering mockingly.

He was on his way to the second floor when he received requests for help from the disciples of Xianshuiju.

He hadn't intended to interfere, but these fools immediately formed a battle formation to surround and kill him when they saw him pass by. In a short time, they also gathered more than ten Qinghe Sect disciples, intending to break his limbs and capture him alive.

The final result, naturally, was the complete annihilation of the Qinghe Sect disciples.

"Spare me! It was all ordered by Senior Brother Qingbei Xuan!"

The remaining Qinghe Sect disciples wailed and begged for mercy, their meridians being corroded by the Yin Mist of the Soul Banner, causing them unbearable pain.

They were terrified and filled with regret.

If they had known that Luo Fanchen was a demonic cultivator from the main branch of the Heavenly Demon Sect, they wouldn't have dared to provoke him even if they had a hundred lives.

"Qing Beixuan is incredibly audacious."

Luo Fanchen's lips curled into a mocking smile. The disciples he had killed were all Qing Beixuan's confidants.

Through soul searching, they roughly pieced together Qing Beixuan's plan.

Before even entering the secret realm, this fiend had already formed an alliance with the cultivators of the four sects, intending to capture him alive within the secret realm.

As for Xianshui Residence, it was already within the Qinghe Sect's attack range. As long as the cultivators of the four sects were used to eliminate the younger generation of disciples of Xianshui Residence, the Qinghe Sect could dominate the three sects' territories once Ming Ruoxue left.

One of the conditions for the alliance between Qingbei Xuanhe and the four sects was that the four sects would join forces to besiege Xianshuiju, and Houtu Pavilion would bear the infamy.

"Coming for me? What a grand gesture."

Luo Fanchen narrowed his eyes, very curious about where Qing Beixuan got the audacity.

Although Qinghe Sect is incompetent, it is still the face of the three sects' territory. Qing Beixuan's defection will surely anger Ming Ruoxue.

"Forget it. Let's extract his soul and interrogate him ourselves."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue, casually using his true essence to wipe the blood off his hands. He pondered for a long time but still couldn't figure out Qing Beixuan's reliance.

"Qiuyun, extract their souls and store their bodies in the spirit beast pouch for later use."

"Okay, Uncle Luo."

The Soul Banner surged, and the Qinghe Sect disciples cried out and begged for mercy, but their true essence was exhausted. They could only watch helplessly as the dark red chains covered with iron thorns broke through the banner and pierced their foreheads.

Screams and howls continued incessantly. Within moments, all the Qinghe Sect disciples collapsed to the ground, their souls forcibly pulled from their crowns and torn apart by dozens of vengeful ghosts, dragged into the Soul Banner, and tormented day and night.

"My lord, my Immortal Water Abode has no grudge against you."

Not far away, the few remaining disciples of Xianshui Residence had pale lips and were on the verge of a mental breakdown.

The air was filled with the howls of vengeful ghosts and the mournful cries of the Qinghe Sect disciples. They trembled all over and, despite their serious injuries, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to Luo Fanchen.

"No enmity? Ha, your Xianshui Residence isn't any better."

Luo Fanchen narrowed his eyes. Yun Che of Xianshui Residence had also attacked him on the black market, and now the grass on his grave was three feet high.

"We do not ask to live on, we only ask that you grant us a swift death."

"We, with our frail bodies, are willing to offer them to you, my lord, to become an insignificant brick on your path to enlightenment."

The crowd kowtowed repeatedly, hurriedly taking out their treasures and storage bags and respectfully placing them in front of them, their heads almost buried in the ground.

Having seen Luo Fanchen's true appearance and the Soul Banner, they knew they were doomed.

However, if they fall into the hands of demonic cultivators, even death is often a luxury; being captured by the Soul Banner is the true end.

"I did meet Qianyun once before. I heard that she is highly regarded by Ming Ruoxue?" Luo Fanchen stroked the soul banner, his killing intent diminishing slightly.

For him, who possessed the Soul Banner, erasing memories was a piece of cake. These disciples of Immortal Water Residence were somewhere between being able to be killed or not.

"Yes! Senior Sister Qianyun was entrusted by Fairy Ruoxue to protect you if you encounter danger, if we have the capacity to do so."

"Senior sister also sent people to search for the master's whereabouts, but all of these fellow disciples died at the hands of demonic cultivators."

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Xianshuiju grasped at a straw and quickly explained the reasons behind it.

"Oh, is there anything else?"

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback. He casually summoned the leading disciple of Xianshuiju and used the Dingyin Technique to perform the Heart Sacrifice Technique.

The disciples of Xianshuiju were in pain, their heads feeling as if they were being pierced by thousands of hot silver needles. However, fearing to offend Luo Fanchen, they gritted their teeth and endured it, trying their best to recall the memory scenes that the other party needed.

Soon, Luo Fanchen retrieved the soul banner and nodded slightly: "That is indeed the case."

How is Xianshui Residence doing lately?

Luo Fanchen casually tossed out a low-quality Cleansing Heart Pill that he had seized, then gave it to a disciple of Immortal Water Residence before instructing Qiu Yun to distribute healing pills to the remaining people.

He was not a bloodthirsty person. Since Qianyun had shown him goodwill and taken action, he would naturally reciprocate.

"Our sect's main force is surrounded by cultivators from the Qinghe Sect and four other sects, and is in grave danger."

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Xianshuiju looked sorrowful and choked back tears as they wiped them away: "Senior Sister did everything in her power to break through the formation, which gave us a chance to escape and seek help."

"She didn't escape?"

"Senior sister must act as the core of the formation, protecting the participating fellow disciples, and voluntarily remain within the encirclement."

"He's quite a character."

Luo Fanchen nodded slightly; he still owed Ming Ruoxue many favors.

Since Qianyun was someone that Fairy Ruoxue had taken a liking to, he wouldn't mind saving her life as a favor, since he was going to exterminate all the disciples of the four sects anyway.

It was just something I did on a whim.

"Sir, you must help us?"

The cultivators of the Immortal Water Abode were incredulous, their lips trembling with excitement.

Luo Fanchen raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and shook his head, saying, "I won't help Xianshui Residence, but I will kill all the cultivators from the four sects. Whether you survive or not depends on your fate."

He slowly got up, and after Qiu Yun had cleaned up the battlefield, he casually said, "Go to the first level and hide until the secret realm ends, then you'll be safe."

After speaking, Luo Fanchen was enveloped in billowing black mist, transforming into a cold and aloof appearance, and commanded the Soul Banner to soar into the sky.

As for the disciples of Xianshuiju, after Qiuyun erased their memories, all that remained in their eyes was Ling Leng's face and the sinister and ferocious soul banner.

"My lord, all the disciples of the four sects have entered the third level."

"By sealing off this place, we can guarantee that not a single disciple from the four sects will escape from the third level."

On the rugged spiritual vein that stretched downwards, Luo Fanchen walked with a gust of yin wind, while dozens of demonic monks from the Heart Demon Temple knelt on the ground behind him, respectfully reporting.

"We have been waiting for you, sir. Just give us your command and we will storm the third floor and wipe out all the disciples of the four sects."

"Noisy, holding your head too high."

As Luo Fanchen inserted the Soul Banner into the central palace, a chilling wind swept over them. The demonic monks felt as if Mount Tai had pressed down on them, their shoulders bearing a thousand pounds of weight. They staggered and prostrated themselves on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy, as if every bone in their bodies was groaning.

"My lord, spare our lives! We had no intention of offending you."

"I know."

Luo Fanchen's voice was indifferent, and his expressionless face revealed a hidden murderous intent.

The demonic cultivators of the Heart Demon Temple committed numerous evils, and he never intended to leave them a way out.

"My precious banner is about to be elevated, and I urgently need dozens of souls as offerings."

“We are willing to exterminate all the disciples of the four sects and offer their blood, flesh and souls as tribute to you.”

An ominous premonition rose in the heart of the demonic monk of the Heart Demon Temple, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"The disciples of the four sects are nothing but chickens and dogs; I will deal with them myself."

"My lord, what you mean is"

The demonic monks felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their hearts sinking to the bottom. Many of the demonic cultivators had already secretly tightened their grip on the Seven Desires Staff.

"What do you mean? Nothing much. I just want to invite you all to enter my soul banner for a chat."

"Please spare us, Your Honor! We have never offended you!"

“Bald monk, your appearance is an offense to me.”

Luo Fanchen sneered, his killing intent rising. Unexpectedly, the leading demonic monk, upon hearing this, did not hesitate for a moment before tearing off his own face, enduring the excruciating pain, burying his bloodied cheek in the soil, and kowtowing repeatedly.

"This servant deserves to die. This ugly face has offended you, sir. Please calm your anger."

"What? As your servants, isn't it an honor for you to dedicate yourselves to my Great Dao? Why are you refusing?"

Luo Fanchen snorted, thinking to himself that this demonic cultivator was ruthless enough to endure humiliation and was also ruthless towards himself; he was quite a character.

Such a remarkable person should not be spared.

He formed the Noon Fire Seal with his hands, strengthening the Mars Technique. At the same time, a massive amount of Wood True Essence poured into the Soul Banner as if it were free, dyeing the banner surface a light green color and fully unleashing the Demon Treasure's oppressive power.

Dozens of demonic cultivators were struck as if by lightning, their natal magic treasures shattering simultaneously. A strong backlash struck, and the weaker cultivators were writhing on the ground in pain as their meridians were disrupted. The remaining cultivators, who were at the sixth level of Body Tempering, were also in unbearable pain, and could only exert their full strength at the fifth level.

"My lord, we are utterly loyal!"

"Since you are loyal, you should be included in my soul banner!"

Luo Fanchen snorted softly, his hands forming a sword incantation. Sword energy condensed into shape out of thin air, dozens of three-dimensional Yuan Qi swords mixed with cloud and rain sword energy, like a fine rain with needles hidden in cotton, impossible to defend against.

The demon cultivators, already suffering from the backlash, were further blinded by the Yinghuo Array, and only realized what was happening when the sword energy, a mixture of illusion and reality, was almost within reach.

"Ah! Sword energy is taking shape?"

"my hand--"

The cries of agony were incessant. Thick blood swirled around Luo Fanchen's nose. Most of the demon monks could only barely avoid vital points, their blood gushing from the sword energy. Some even had their arms and torsos severed.

Sixty percent of their skills were tied to their natal magic treasure. Now that the Seven Desires Staff was broken, their cultivation techniques and spells were biased towards the soul and desires, and had no effect on the Soul Banner. They were completely suppressed in every way.

They tried to get close to find an opportunity, but their hard-earned bodies couldn't withstand the sharp, invisible sword energy and they quickly retreated in defeat.

The sword energy, once formed, was enough to sever the flesh of a body cultivator at the ninth level of Body Tempering. Body cultivators were able to overcome magic cultivators and talisman cultivators, but were also naturally countered by sword cultivators.

"Spare us, sir! We are willing to offer up our bodies, we only beg you to grant us a swift death."

"Fool! How can a demonic cultivator be so naive?"

Luo Fanchen was filled with murderous intent, but he was almost amused by this group of bald monks.

Having practiced demonic cultivation for decades, these bald monks should know very well what would happen if they fell into the hands of their fellow practitioners.

"Qiuyun, extract their souls."

"Yes"

After a while, the dark mist dissipated, and the roaring stopped.

Qiu Yun had lost count of how many times she had heard similar commands. She skillfully extracted the lingering souls from the severed limbs and bodies, coldly watching as the vengeful ghosts eagerly dragged them into the soul banner, subjecting them to extreme torture.

"It still has to be a soul banner."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue, feeling that eliminating these forty demonic cultivators was even easier than killing the Qinghe Sect disciples.

However, the backlash from the demonic treasure caused more than twenty demonic monks to suffer so much pain that they temporarily lost their fighting ability. The remaining demonic cultivators could only suffer from disordered true essence and severe injuries, and could only exert 50% of their fighting power. Their techniques were also countered by the Soul Banner.

It was practically a treasure-refining material delivered right into his hands.

"Qiuyun, by all accounts, we've almost finished gathering enough magical materials for the Soul Banner's second ascension, haven't we?"

"If Uncle Luo eliminates the disciples of the four sects, the collected corpses and souls can be used to refine 90% of the auxiliary materials with some effort."

"So, the main ingredient is..."

Luo Fanchen raised an eyebrow slightly. If the Soul Banner were to be upgraded to the second tier, Qiu Yun would have strength approaching that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, which would greatly enhance his combat power.

"The main material requires a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Qiu Yun responded in a soft, sweet voice. Luo Fanchen nodded slightly. He noticed the girl's timidity, softened his expression, and the murderous aura between his brows instantly disappeared. At the same time, he gently kissed her fair forehead.

"Next, we'll have to trouble Qiuyun again."

"I will always stay with Uncle Luo."

Luo Fanchen responded with a smile. He could also sense the change in his own state of mind after such a large and prolonged killing spree.

The spirit banner influences Qiu Yun, and it also influences him.

His actions were becoming more and more like those of a demonic cultivator.

(End of this chapter)