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

Chapter 34 Threats and Opportunities

"I was going to sleep, but now I probably won't be able to."

A soft, moist breath lingered around his nose. Luo Fanchen, half helpless and half indulgent, stretched out his index finger and gently tapped Mo Xue's forehead.

"As for you, you've been diligently cultivating and practicing your sword these past few days, without taking a proper rest."

"It's all Master Luo's fault."

Mo Xue lowered her almond-shaped eyes, her two delicate hands clenching Luo Fanchen's clothes until they were wrinkled.

"Blame me?"

"The bear meat that Master Luo brought back smells so good it's making me dizzy. How can I sleep?"

Mo Xue pouted and murmured, embarrassed, burying half her face in Luo Fanchen's chest, her nose twitching as she sniffed incessantly until her nostrils were filled with the scent of pine and sandalwood, only then did she feel a little more at ease.

The domineering and intense aroma of the Golden Roaring Bear still lingered in her mind. The pure essence of its flesh and blood, and its powerful spiritual energy, kept her tossing and turning all night, unable to fall asleep.

She wanted to steal from him several times, but she forced herself to suppress it. When she could no longer hold back, she climbed into Luo Ye's bed, smelled his scent, and found some relief.

"Don't worry, you greedy girl, you'll get to eat it."

Luo Fanchen smiled, feeling the hot steam from the girl's breath tickling his chest.

He reached out and gently pinched Mo Xue's soft little face. The girl resisted, raising her chin and whining, "Master Luo still treats me like a child."

“A reserved lady would not sneak into someone’s bed in the middle of the night.”

"Then I'll just stay a child."

Mo Xue lowered her head shyly, letting Master Luo rub her. Her furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and her almond eyes narrowed into slits.

"Master Luo, should we leave?"

Mo Xue pouted, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes, but she also wanted to express her support for Master Luo: "Wherever Master Luo goes, Qiu Yun and I will go too."

"I will handle it properly, don't worry."

Luo Fanchen stroked Mo Xue's head with his palm, gently combing her silky black hair as he did so.

The girl gently rubbed her cheek against his chest, enjoying it, and murmured, "I believe in Master Luo. Even when I join the Daoist sect and reach the Foundation Establishment stage, I won't bully you."

"You should start with Foundation Establishment, you little glutton."

Luo Fanchen looked at Mo Xue with pity in his eyes, half-embracing her as he watched her little face gradually become sleepy and her breathing become steady.

Mo Xue wasn't simply greedy; the unknown factors of Foundation Establishment cultivation made her uneasy, and she instinctively wanted to seek someone to rely on, while also expressing her wholehearted support for him.

"Your progress is really fast. After consuming the Golden Roaring Bear, you'll probably reach the second level of Qi Refining. As expected, Mo Xue is destined to join the Daoist sect."

Luo Fanchen carefully moved his body, shifting Mo Xue to his left side so she could rest her head on his arm and sleep more soundly.

The Ren meridian has twenty-four acupoints, and the Mo Xue acupoint has been broken down to the twenty-second one, Tian Tu acupoint.

After breaking through to the second level of Qi Refining and obtaining the superior-grade Heavenly Heart Technique, one will be able to initially form combat power.

"This Treasure Pavilion should not have any malicious intent, otherwise the pavilion master would have sent a few late-stage Qi Refining cultivators to seize the opportunity and capture me."

"The actions of that pavilion master seem more like an act of goodwill?"

Luo Fanchen pursed his lips and pondered deeply, carefully considering the situation. He summarized three key points and confirmed that the situation was extremely favorable to him.

Firstly, the Master of Jubao Pavilion was wary of the Shaoyang Wood Transformation Technique, or rather, the sect behind the technique.

Secondly, the Treasure Pavilion Master was unaware of the sect to which the cultivation technique belonged, but he could confirm that the Yi Wood True Essence possessed the characteristics of the Daoist Mysterious Chapter.

Thirdly, the Pavilion Master was unaware that his cultivation technique was stolen, and subconsciously he would not believe that the Daoist inheritance manual could be stolen by a rogue cultivator. In the Pavilion Master's eyes, he was no different from a Daoist disciple who was traveling incognito.

"In other words, what the Treasure Pavilion Master is doing now is simply an investment in the Daoist disciples in advance?"

Luo Fanchen murmured silently, finally understanding the other party's logic.

Taking the Qinghe Sect as an example, its signature method is the superior-grade method scroll, Shangshan Yuanliu Gong, which can be cultivated to the highest level of Core Formation. Its inherited method is Yunshui Tianyuan Gong.

This method can only be comprehended by the most outstanding inner disciples and true disciples, and it has extremely high requirements for aptitude and suitability. Only one percent of those who successfully comprehend the method can do so.

It can be said that the disciples who comprehend the inherited cultivation techniques will become the backbone of the sect in the future. If they grow up, they will surely be able to control a territory and become powerful members of the inner circle.

The owner of Jubao Pavilion regarded him as the orthodox Taoist master who was studying the methods of inheritance, and invested in him in advance.

"Perhaps... I'm a genius? No, do I even deserve that title?"

Luo Fanchen murmured, "The inheritance of the Dharma scrolls is already demanding, let alone the profound chapters that form the foundation of the Daoist sect."

Fortunately, he was self-aware and clearly recognized that his aptitude for the five spiritual roots was poor.

It is said that in addition to the Xuanzhang (玄章) of the Taoist sect, there are several secondary methods for protecting the sect.

Although Xuanzhang is powerful, the conditions for comprehending it are too demanding. Even in a prosperous sect like Taoism, only a handful of cultivators can achieve enlightenment.

Although the remaining cultivators had no affinity with the Xuanzhang, they were still rare cultivation geniuses. As the main components of the Daoist sect, they often had various secondary methods of protection that they could switch to.

The Dharma of Protecting the Way encompasses the lower to upper grades of the Daoist scriptures, with lenient conditions for enlightenment and no strict requirements on qualifications.

"Is the Lesser Yang Wood Transformation Technique a secondary method inherited from other Daoist sects in the desolate regions?"

After much thought, Luo Fanchen concluded that this was the only possibility.

This method is far inferior to the sect's supreme Xuanzhang, but it was also adapted by several generations of Nascent Soul cultivators, extracting the essence from Xuanzhang and possessing some of Xuanzhang's characteristics.

It is understandable that Jubaoge itself is only a subordinate force of Fenxiang Sect, and the head of Feiyunfang branch is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, unable to distinguish the profound chapters and secondary methods of other desolate regions.

"The advantage lies with me. As long as I avoid meeting the owner of Jubao Pavilion directly, nothing will be revealed."

Luo Fanchen was slightly excited. This matter was both dangerous and an opportunity. If handled properly, he would be able to obtain enough resources to support Mo Xue's cultivation in the future.

Once Mo Xue joins the Daoist sect, even if he is exposed, under the power of the Daoist sect, the Jubao Pavilion, as an outsider, can only suffer in silence.

"Let's take a gamble. If all else fails, we can prioritize Mo Xue's cooperation with the Feiyunfang branch in the future, so that neither of us will be at a disadvantage."

Luo Fanchen smiled gently, his fingertips tracing Mo Xue's peaceful sleeping face as he tucked the damp hair from her temples behind her ear.

"Let's just assume they invested in you."

With his major worry gone, Luo Fanchen was exhausted and prepared to fall asleep with Mo Xue in his arms.

As soon as I closed my eyes, a cool breeze blew in from outside the window, causing the bedding to rustle and move, its smooth, cool touch clinging to my skin.

Luo Fanchen stared blankly into his eyes. He immediately opened them and saw a fluffy little head emerging from the other side of Mo Xue's sleeping body, its beautiful eyes filled with tears as it stared straight at him.

"Qiuqiu Yun?"

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback, opened his mouth but no sound came out.

But Qiu Yunxue's face was flushed crimson, her long, slender neck was covered in peach-pink, and her eyes, like water droplets, were full of longing, as if they could squeeze out spring water.

"Uncle Luo Luo, I can't hold on any longer."

Autumn Charm's breath was as fragrant as orchids, her pretty face was dreamy, and her cherry lips were wet with moisture, with clear teeth marks visible, obviously she had been suppressing her emotions for a long time.

The Soul Banner Ghost had long been exhausted and had no soul power to replenish it. She was also busy refining puppets, so naturally she was running out of money. Today, after the Golden Roaring Bear aroused her appetite, she couldn't stop eating.

"Don't do anything rash, Mo Xue just fell asleep."

Luo Fanchen was somewhat at a loss. Afraid of waking Mo Xue, he did not make any big moves to resist.

"I can't hold it in anymore, Uncle Luo, please! I've already used my soul power to cover my sister's ears."

Qiu Yun breathed heavily, her pretty face buried in her hands as she haphazardly bit Luo Fanchen's collarbone and neck, as if trying to find the least damaging spot to create an opening.

Moist and soft, with a tingling, numb sensation mixed with a slight pain, like an electric shock that goes straight to the top of your head.

His hands were a little numb, and he was afraid of waking Mo Xue, so he let Qiu Yun suckle for a while.

"Master Luo Luo"

Mo Xue murmured softly, resting her head on Luo Fanchen's forearm. While curled up in his arms, she greatly restricted Luo Fanchen's movements.

The girl must have dreamt of something wonderful, for a serene and content smile appeared on her face.

(End of this chapter)