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

Chapter 17 I am willing to take my sister's place and help Uncle Luo with his cultivation.

The night is deep, and the bright moon hangs high in the sky.

After coaxing Mo Xue to sleep, Ling Qiuyun stood nervously in front of the side room door.

She clenched her hands around her chest, took several deep breaths, and then mustered the courage to gently knock on the wooden door.

"Uncle Luo. Qiuyun requests an audience."

"come in."

The wooden door opened inwards out of thin air, and Luo Fanchen sat quietly on the soft couch with his eyes closed, his breathing even and even.

As Qiu Yun's footsteps became light and graceful, Luo Fanchen slowly opened his eyes, finished his cultivation, stood up, and poured two cups of tea.

"What's your decision?"

Luo Fanchen took a sip of the cooled tea, his gaze sweeping over Ling Qiuyun, his expression slightly dazed.

In my line of sight, the girl's long hair was draped down to her waist, her beautiful eyes were misty and glistening, and her cherry lips were adorned with a touch of rouge.

She wore a dark green undergarment made of silk, with the edges of the outer collar woven from thin gauze in a fishnet pattern, vaguely revealing her fair and delicate skin underneath, drawing one's gaze downwards like an abyss.

"Uncle Luo?"

Ling Qiuyun's voice was soft and weak. Her watery eyes were lowered, and she secretly observed Luo Fanchen out of the corner of her eye.

Seeing that his expression only hesitated for a moment before returning to calm, she silently pursed her lips, lifted her skirt, and knelt on one knee beside his calf, looking up at him with a gentle and vulnerable gaze.

“From now on, I will serve Uncle Luo and serve you as my master.”

A faint lavender scent lingered around my nose, and the girl's sweet breath was almost within reach.

Luo Fanchen coughed lightly, his expression slightly unpleasant. This girl was playing with fire.

He had not yet cultivated to the point of remaining unmoved by temptation. On the contrary, after twenty years of arduous cultivation and long-suppressed emotions, Ling Qiuyun was considered a fairy of outstanding appearance among cultivators, and he would naturally be shaken in his resolve.

He wasn't stupid enough to think he could get Qiu Yun to throw herself at him; the girl was probably after Mo Xue's blood pact.

Luo Fanchen narrowed his eyes, waiting for Ling Qiuyun to continue.

The girl sniffed, as if gathering her courage, and timidly rested her chin on his knee. She then took out a storage bag from her bosom and offered it to him with both hands.

"My sister and I are destitute and will need Uncle Luo's help in the future. This gift is a small token of our gratitude. Please accept it."

Luo Fanchen scoffed, casually weighing the storage bag in his hand: "You're just giving it to me like this?"

He rested his chin on his hand, looking down at Ling Qiuyun. Under his intense gaze, the girl's pretty face flushed with embarrassment, and her voice stammered.

"I only ask for a blood oath of master and servant from Uncle Luo. My sister is foolish, and I am afraid that she will not serve Uncle Luo well."

"Silly girl, the treasure is already in my hands, why should I agree to your request?"

Luo Fanchen glanced at the crack in the door out of the corner of his eye and saw a pair of cunning little eyes blinking incessantly, exuding a strong sense of thievery. Who else could it be but Mo Xue?

He found it amusing, but decided to pretend he hadn't noticed and continued to put pressure on Qiuyun. Perhaps today was the opportunity to gain Moxue's admiration.

He extended his index finger, teasingly lifting Ling Qiuyun's fair chin, his fingertip gently caressing the girl's cheek, his eyes filled with amusement.

His behavior seemed frivolous, but he never touched the girl's lips, maintaining a proper distance.

Ling Qiuyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, her delicate hands crumpling her gauze dress as she tried to swat away the rough hand on her cheek.

"Uncle Luo, do you know how your father, a mere rogue cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining, obtained the Soul Banner inheritance method?"

"The Soul Banner is a high-level, wondrous technique; it's no ordinary item. Uncle Luo, aren't you curious?"

"Go on."

Luo Fanchen nodded slightly, and he was about to withdraw his hand.

Ling Qiuyun's eyes were red, and she held his hand with her two soft hands, trembling as she pressed her pretty face against his palm, her cheeks rubbing against his. The beauty mark under her teardrop eyes was delicate and fragile, making her look pitiful.

"Thirteen years ago, the snake demon ravaged Yanyun City. My father set up an ambush and laid a killing formation to lure the snake out of its hole, intending to kill the demon."

"Unexpectedly, the snake demon was cunning and escaped into the depths of the earth during the battle. Father used his essence blood secret technique to find it underground. Although he made the snake demon escape, he discovered an underground mansion where three cultivators had passed away."

Ling Qiuyun's voice was delicate and sweet, but one could faintly hear a hint of sob in it.

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback. The girl's slightly hot body temperature traveled through the skin of her cheeks to his palm.

He could feel Ling Qiuyun's increasingly rapid breathing and her snow-white shoulders trembling slightly.

This girl, when it comes to seduction, is terrified of everything.

"All three were at the Qi Refining stage, and their physical bodies had long since decayed. Based on the traces of the fight and the array patterns, Father deduced that it was two sect disciples who surrounded and killed a demonic cultivator, and in the end, all three perished together."

"The remains of the three people have decomposed and their identities and sects are no longer discernible. Only the jade slips for transferring skills and the method of inheriting the soul banner in the storage bag have been preserved."

Ling Qiuyun's voice was timid. She wrapped her arms around Luo Fanchen's calves. The physical disgust mixed with a strong sense of shame almost made her cry.

"The restriction on the jade slip for transferring power has been lifted for my daughter. Is it true or false? Uncle Luo, you can observe it carefully."

Luo Fanchen took out the jade slip for transmitting skills, gently rubbed it with his fingertips, and then read the general outline of the skills.

This method is called Shaoyang Huamu Gong. It is not only a genuine and superior method, but also contains foundation-building techniques.

He could tell from the general outline that the method of circulating qi was exquisite. Even after reading the last chapter, there was still something left unsaid. Obviously, there were subsequent methods, but they were deliberately extracted and simplified into an easy-to-understand level for low-level cultivators to solidify their foundation. This was something that ordinary families could not do.

Luo Fanchen's breathing became slightly rapid, and his eyes were unfocused. Could a superior-grade technique only serve as a foundation?

"The county magistrate is truly blessed with great fortune."

Luo Fanchen's face remained calm, but his hands trembled slightly.

Foundation Establishment methods are extremely precious and are usually controlled by powerful families. They can increase the chance of Foundation Establishment by about half a percent and greatly reduce the backlash from failure.

If the foundation-building method can be matched with the cultivation technique, it can directly improve by 10%.

If he switches to this method and supplements it with water dragon wood, wouldn't he have a 30% chance of establishing his foundation?

"This method is indeed profound; I appreciate your kindness."

Luo Fanchen put the jade slip into his bosom and placed it close to his body. Ling Qiuyun lowered her head, her watery eyes looking ashamed, and timidly looked away.

Her pride and self-respect were trampled on by her own hands, leaving the young girl feeling lost and helpless. The intense disgust and shame almost burned away her insides.

This is the retribution I deserve.

She kept telling herself to be patient, because all these problems arose because of her sick and frail body.

If she could exchange this for her sister's freedom, she would gladly go to hell; her pride, self-respect, and her own thoughts were irrelevant.

"I cannot agree to that."

After a while, Luo Fanchen shook his head slightly and put the jade slip back on the table.

"Uncle Luo, I also have the method of inheriting the Soul Banner, which my daughter can teach you immediately!"

"In addition, there are demonic treasures in the mansion that are no less valuable than the Heavenly Demon Spirit Puppet, as well as the legacy left to me by my father, all of which are hidden inside."

Luo Fanchen remained unmoved, but his eyes held a hint of pity.

Ling Qiuyun's pretty face was anxious. She kept rubbing her cheek against Luo Fanchen's palm, her delicate lips lightly pecking at his palm, her pleading voice already tinged with tears.

“Everything my daughter said is true, but Father has never revealed the location of the mansion, only leaving behind a blood essence array diagram.”

"If my daughter is able to decipher the array in the future, she will surely offer all the opportunities to Uncle Luo!"

Saliva moistened her fingers as the girl's kiss became clumsy and awkward. Rouge smeared her lips and made her cheeks blush. She looked silly and pitiful, making one's heart soften.

Despite her clumsy appearance, the few strands of hair that were unintentionally damp at the corners of the girl's lips exuded a natural charm, like dewdrops swaying on a lotus leaf in early summer, making one's heart tremble.

“I am willing to sign a blood pact of master and servant on behalf of Mo Xue and serve you without any complaints.”

"How can a body with four spiritual roots compare to a superior spiritual root?"

Luo Fanchen was startled. He pursed his lips and clicked his tongue, immediately withdrawing his hand. Ling Qiuyun's slender body swayed, her beautiful eyes red and filled with tears, her lips leaving clear teeth marks.

She stood up shakily, forced a smile, and fiddled with the sash around her waist with her delicate hand.

As the sheer white gauze gradually peeled away, it revealed the fairy's elegant and fair back. Her graceful curves extended downwards, revealing her flat and well-proportioned abdomen and her pear-shaped buttocks, perfectly highlighting the girl's youthful innocence.

"My daughter is naturally no match for my elder sister, but with her delicate appearance, she can help Uncle Luo cultivate, harmonize yin and yang, and perfectly refine the Soul Banner."

She clutched her pale purple dress tightly, her voice hoarse.

"If my daughter practices dual cultivation and replenishment in the future, your cultivation of the Soul Banner technique will be twice as effective."

Her lips were slightly pouting, her teardrop eyes were alluring, and her two slender hands guided Luo Fanchen's palms to her lower abdomen, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

"Uncle Luo, it's late. Qiuyun will serve you."

Luo Fanchen sighed softly, then opened his other hand and somewhat roughly reached for Ling Qiuyun's chest.

The girl held her snow-white neck high, her beautiful back taut like a crescent moon, and deliberately thrust out her budding breasts, as if to make it easier for him to caress and play with them.

"Silly girl, your snot is dripping onto my hand."

"Ugh?"

Luo Fanchen waved his hand dismissively, then clenched his fist and used his true essence to summon the bedding, wrapping the dazed Qiu Yun tightly like a rice dumpling before throwing her onto the bed.

Ling Qiuyun awkwardly wiped the tip of her nose until it turned slightly red, before belatedly realizing what was happening and looking at Luo Fanchen with a pitiful expression.

The latter couldn't help but chuckle, taking two steps closer to Qiu Yun, wiping away the girl's tears with his fingertips, and said softly.

"There's no need to mention the blood pact anymore. It's an agreement between Mo Xue and me, but I can guarantee that I won't treat her as a servant."

"But Sister Ke Moxue is already eighteen years old, how can she become a disciple of the Daoist sect?"

"Interesting. You care so much about your older sister, yet you don't trust her?"

Luo Fanchen flicked Ling Qiuyun's forehead with his fingertip and said helplessly.

“The county magistrate entrusted you to me. If I were to take advantage of your vulnerability, I would be no different from a beast. From now on, do not demean yourself in this way.”

Ling Qiuyun's cheeks were burning hot. She clutched the blanket tightly to cover her head, leaving only her red eyes visible. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.

How shameful. She had remained chaste for over a decade, abandoning all restraint and shame, but her attempts to seduce him failed, and she was instead met with disdain and lectures.

Is she not charming enough, or am I judging others by my own petty standards?
"Qiuyun doesn't believe you can become a Taoist disciple, Moxue, can you?"

Seeing that it was about time, Luo Fanchen gestured towards the door.

A few breaths later, the wooden door slowly opened a crack, and Ling Moxue stood silently outside the door with her head drooping and her fingertips clenched.

"MoMo, Sister Xue? Weren't you refining the medicinal power? I... I wasn't like that."

Ling Qiuyun's pretty face was blank, her lips trembled slightly, and she buried her head in the quilt like an ostrich, so ashamed that she wished she could find a crack to crawl into.

Ling Moxue's almond-shaped eyes were glazed over, her peripheral vision fixed on Luo Fanchen's fingertips, which were stained with fragrance. It was unclear what she was thinking.

She was sensitive and extremely wary, so she naturally noticed that Qiu Yun got up in the middle of the night and quietly followed behind her, listening to the entire conversation between the two.

Qiu Yun was willing to give up her virginity for her, which made Qiu Yun feel both heartache and fear.

Fortunately, Master Luo is a gentleman; otherwise, she would probably regret it for the rest of her life.

Master Luo is not a demonic cultivator.

"I will definitely join the Taoist sect to fulfill my promise to Master Luo. If I fail, I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life to repay your kindness!"

"Sister."

Under the covers, Qiuyun peeked out with her little head, her pretty face anxious, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

She still didn't fully trust Luo Fanchen. Uncle Luo was still young and perhaps didn't have any malicious intentions.

However, if she gets stuck in a bottleneck in the future, she will definitely do everything she can to break through it. At that time, her sister will be bound by a blood pact and will be nothing more than a blood slave to be taken at will.

She had finally managed to sway Master Luo slightly. If she could use this as a blood pact to establish a bond, her older sister would have more room to maneuver in the future.

"Qiuyun, you've offended Master Luo! You're being too willful!"

Ling Moxue was furious. She took several deep breaths, picked up her clothes from the ground, walked quickly to the bedside, and raised her hand to slap Qiu Yun's cheek.

Ling Qiuyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she closed her eyes tightly. Ling Moxue couldn't bring herself to do it, and angrily pinched her sister's cheeks until she left two finger marks on her fair skin before angrily stopping.

"From now on, you're not allowed to do anything behind my back. If it weren't for Master Luo, would you still be alive this time?"

Ling Moxue's voice choked with emotion. Qiu Yun was intelligent from a young age, but when she became stubborn, she was also surprisingly naive and silly.

Even she knew that a deal needed to be based on equal strength, so how could Qiu Yun not see through it? Her younger sister was just too stubborn.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Luo, it's all my fault."

Ling Qiuyun's voice was weak and soft. She murmured her lips and avoided eye contact with her older sister.

The girl wiped away her tears with a wronged expression. She was not stupid; she would not have resorted to seduction if she had no leverage. However, she was afraid that her older sister would worry, so she dared not explain in detail.

"It's okay, I don't mind."

Luo Fanchen gently shook his head, his index finger resting on Qiu Yun's slender wrist, his brows slightly furrowed.

He now knew what leverage the girl held.

The gentle wood-elemental true energy flowed through the girl's Ren meridian, filling her internal organs, with only one strand passing through her heart meridian out of a hundred.

The situation was far worse than Ling Youdao had described; it was a sign of heart failure, and erysipelas had invaded the lungs and blocked the central meridian.

Unless one possesses another body, there is no way to reverse the situation.

Qiu Yun is currently the master of the Soul Banner. If he wants to obtain the Soul Banner, he needs her to assist in casting the spell. The process will take at least half a year. However, the girl only has a month or so of lifespan left. If they do not use the dual cultivation method, they will never be able to completely refine the Soul Banner.

This dual cultivation method is a righteous path, emphasizing the harmony of Yin and Yang and the connection between mind and intention. It requires Qiu Yun to fully cooperate with the flow of Qi.

To obtain the Soul Banner, Qiu Yun must willingly offer up her primordial yin essence; in exchange, her conditions must naturally be met.

"Ugh"

Luo Fanchen sighed softly, just in time to meet Ling Qiuyun's almost pleading eyes. He murmured a few words silently, but still didn't explain the girl's condition to Mo Xue.

He was afraid that Mo Xue would not be able to withstand the blow and would break down on the spot.

Luo Fanchen hesitated for a moment, then took out the blood contract he had signed with Ling Moxue from his storage bag. After much deliberation, he reluctantly invalidated it and took out a new contract, which he then copied and wrote.

"My agreement with Mo Xue remains unchanged, but if Mo Xue fails to join the Daoist sect, she will be free after repaying me double the resources I have provided."

"Is this possible?"

Luo Fanchen imprinted his essence blood handprint on the new blood pact and handed it to the two sisters.

His actions were both a way of expressing his sincerity and putting Qiu Yun at ease, allowing him to rightfully obtain all the resources she had, and at the same time, gaining Mo Xue's complete trust.

After witnessing Mo Xue's meditation overnight, he was at least 70% certain that the girl could become a disciple of Taoism.

Even if he fails, long-term education will be enough to make Mo Xue, who lacks love, dependent on him and never leave.

"Is that alright, Mr. Luo?"

Ling Moxue was slightly taken aback, her small mouth opening and closing in murmurs. Ling Qiuyun reacted quickly. She cast a grateful look at Luo Fanchen, hurriedly pulled her sister to thank him, and signed the contract again. When she looked at him again, her eyes were full of gratitude, and there was no longer any wariness.

At the same time, in Luo Fanchen's Record of the Eight Desolate Demonesses, Ling Moxue's admiration value officially increased from 0 to 1, and she gained 200 admiration points.

"I'm entrusting Qiuyun to you. Moxue, you must also refine the medicinal power of the snake soup properly and not slack off."

Luo Fanchen accepted the contract and didn't linger. He gave the bedroom to the two sisters, leaving them alone to process their emotions.

His goal was perfectly achieved, but he couldn't feel happy at all; his mind was filled with Ling Qiuyun's heart ailment.

(End of this chapter)