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

Chapter 35 The Banquet, Yunmo's Conflict (Please read on, vote with monthly tickets)
The next day, Mo Xue slowly woke up.

The sun was high in the sky when Mo Xue blinked her eyes sleepily, feeling that she had slept unusually soundly last night.

She quickly washed up, sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, and felt that her breathing of spiritual energy was more efficient. The spirit-gathering array, which had stopped due to a lack of soul power, restarted at some point.

She was slightly worried that Qiu Yun was forcing herself, but when she noticed that Qiu Yun was with Master Luo, she immediately felt relieved.

"There's no time to waste. I must work hard to protect Qiuyun and Master Luo!"

Mo Xue clenched her fists, secretly encouraging herself. Since things had come to this, she should focus on her cultivation first.

On the other side, in the kitchen, Luo Fanchen looked at the tender red marks on his neck and collarbone with a hint of helplessness.

In front of her, Qiu Yun drooped her head, her slender fingers intertwined, shyly only daring to steal glances at Uncle Luo out of the corner of her eye.

Last night, she was so infatuated that she clung to Uncle Luo and kissed him for a full half hour before she regained her senses. Then, she was immediately overwhelmed by shame and lay motionless in his arms until Uncle Luo carried her back to the room. Her head was still spinning.

Is Uncle Lolo angry?

"No, it's just that if Mo Xue sees it, it will be very troublesome."

Qiu Yun's voice was weak, and Luo Fanchen helplessly stroked her neck, his fingertips still feeling a little warmth.

He wouldn't really blame Qiu Yun; the lack of soul power was, in a way, his oversight.

"Don't bite my neck next time."

"Okay, I'll clean the places where Sister Xue can't see me next time."

Qiu Yun's cherry lips moved slightly as her gaze focused on Uncle Luo's neck, her soft, fragrant tongue licking her lips as if savoring the memory.

The hot, sweet sensation flowed down my esophagus, a taste that made me savor every bite.

Uncle Luo's food tastes really good.

"Have Moxue go and invite Granny Zhang, and also call Xiaocui. Let's divide up the Golden Roaring Bear tonight."

Luo Fanchen took out the valuable gifts he had received yesterday, unwrapped them one by one, kept the Concealing Breath Pill for himself, left the Spirit Sprout for Qiu Yun to keep, and took out his low-grade spirit sword to cut up the bear meat.

After the demon beast meat is decomposed, its spiritual power will dissipate rapidly. Even a specially made brocade box can only sustain it for two days.

Keeping it would be a waste, and since he has confirmed the intentions of the Treasure Pavilion, refusing the treasure would only make him look weak.

Instead, one should hold a banquet to make it seem as if one doesn't value the item so much, and subtly express goodwill. This way, the relationship can be sustained, and while keeping the treasure pavilion in sight, one can also increase the credibility of one's identity.

"Uncle Luo, is this Golden Howling Bear really something we can enjoy?"

Qiu Yun pursed her lips tightly and kept swallowing.

Even as a soul, her blood and spiritual energy are greatly nourished, and her cravings are no less than Mo Xue's.

"Otherwise? Would you want to let it spoil and waste it? Come and lend a hand! This beast's muscles are too tough; even a low-grade magic sword can't cut through it!"

Luo Fanchen muttered something, but Qiu Yun, seeing that Uncle Luo was confident, finally felt relieved. She smiled and urged the soul banner to help cut the meat. As long as Uncle Luo was there, she felt at ease.

As the smoke from the cooking fire rose, Mo Xue's mouth was already craving meat, and she kept swallowing, completely forgetting about her cultivation.

Luo Fanchen kept fiddling with the tools, estimating how to allocate the bear meat.

The bear paw was cut in half, and Qiuyun and Moxue shared it equally. The lean meat was divided into several portions, with the largest one naturally going to him. The remaining small piece was reserved for Yunmo, as he anticipated that this woman would come with Xiaocui.

The remaining fat and scraps of meat were stewed into a soup, mainly consisting of the dried snake, and a large pot was made.

"That's quite polite."

Luo Fanchen murmured to himself, "The minced meat stew is worth about four spirit dusts, and I feel a little pained."

Keeping them would be a waste. Qiu Yun and Mo Xue's cultivation levels are relatively low, and consuming too much would make it difficult to refine, causing stagnation in their meridians. As for the dried snake, its spiritual energy has long since dissipated, so it's dispensable.

Maintaining good neighborly relations will also benefit Mo Xue's future safety.

Granny Zhang is also a partner in selling talismans; she's a good person and worth getting to know better.

On the other side, at Jubaoge, the setting sun casts its slanting rays.

"do you want to go?"

On the third floor of the private room, Yunmo paced back and forth with a furrowed brow.

Her pretty face was troubled. With the date approaching, she couldn't make up her mind. Lord Ling had only invited Xiao Cui, but hadn't mentioned her.

If we rashly go with Xiao Cui, it might offend the adults, and her future will be in jeopardy.

However, such opportunities are rare, and every chance to meet the adults is extremely precious. Although she seems to be gaining momentum now, there are actually many deacons who are eyeing her success. Last time, she was almost robbed of her chance.

“These lowly maids all want to rise in rank. Although Lord Ling’s identity is a closely guarded secret, there are always clever people who can guess that I have met a distinguished guest.”

“If this continues, sooner or later the master will be outmaneuvered by a deacon with a higher level of cultivation.”

Yunmo murmured, biting her lips until they left marks, before finally making up her mind after a long while.

"Xiao Cui, prepare two bottles of Meridian Opening Pills. Come with me to pay our respects to Lord Ling."

"Yes"

Outside the door, Xiao Cui had been waiting for a long time, and the bruises on her arms and face had faded considerably. After receiving the invitation from Uncle Ling, her status in the pavilion rose sharply, and she no longer had to do chores. Fairy Yunmo even specially bestowed ointment to heal her wounds. Old Man Wang asked her to go home several times, but she politely declined.

She saw Old Man Wang jumping up and down in anger outside the window, but he didn't dare offend Jubaoge, so he could only leave indignantly.

Yunmo specially selected high-quality meridian-opening pills, and before leaving, he thought of the girl who was with Lord Ling.

"Is her name Mo Xue? To be valued by an adult, her talent must be exceptional. Here are two more bottles of Qi Gathering Pills; they'll be on my tab as a gift."

"Wait. Come back and get another bottle of Qi Condensation Pills, and we'll use the official account."

Yunmo was quite nervous, constantly weighing his options.

The Qi Condensation Pill is a first-grade high-quality spiritual pill that can assist cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining in their breathing and cultivation. Lord Ling is a member of the orthodox Xuanmen sect, so his cultivation is progressing rapidly. It probably won't be long before he reaches the late stage of Qi Refining.

The adults certainly don't lack elixirs, but it's a small gift with great meaning, so this small token of appreciation should be carefully considered.

"Let's go."

Yunmo, who had lived in the inner ring for a long time, felt quite uncomfortable after moving into the shantytown.

Crowded, dirty, and with a faint stench lingering around her nose, she frowned slightly, finding it hard to imagine that a member of the orthodox Xuanmen sect would live in such a place for so long.

Regardless of its simplicity and filth, I will cultivate myself diligently, not clinging to pleasure, and experiencing the world. This is truly the mindset of a true disciple of Taoism.

"This is the confidence of the Xuanzong disciples. The Qinghe Sect is just a vassal. When it comes to calm and arduous cultivation, they are far inferior to you, sir."

Yunmo murmured silently, somewhat regretting his rashness, his hands trembling with nervousness.

She really didn't know how to apologize if she offended Lord Ling.

She was unwilling to turn back halfway.

"Fairy Yunmo? She's almost here."

Xiao Cui called softly, and the two of them were already deep in the shantytown, on the street where Luo Fanchen's mansion was located.

Along the way, the wandering cultivators kept casting malicious glances, but when they saw the Jubaoge insignia on Yunmo's body, they immediately lowered their eyes and dared not look at him for a moment longer. Xiao Cui was also proud and raised her little head for once.

Just as Xiao Cui was about to muster up the courage to knock on the door, she bumped into Granny Zhang, who was walking in with A Niu.

"Xiao Cui, who is this?"

"This is my steward of the Treasure Pavilion, Fairy Yunmo."

Granny Zhang was slightly taken aback. Seeing the woman in front of her, she was dignified and elegant, with exquisite makeup. In particular, her cloud-crane-burning-smoke palace dress was magnificent and eye-catching. It was the standard uniform of the stewards of Jubao Pavilion. She hurriedly cupped her hands and bowed.

Those who work at Jubaoge all have some background, and the stewards are even regular employees of Jubaoge, not just temporarily recruited from the local area, so they have a prestigious status in the eyes of independent cultivators.

Yunmo seemed not to hear, her heart pounding. She was panting heavily, and it took her a long time to calm herself down.

She simply nodded to Grandma Zhang as a greeting, and then gestured to Xiao Cui to knock on the door.

The wooden door opened by itself before Xiao Cui could even knock. The girl went in first, followed closely by Yun Mo. As soon as they entered the house, a rich aroma of meat filled the air.

Yunmo was alright, but the other three were completely mesmerized.

"Such robust blood and energy! It must be the flesh of a mid-stage... no! Late-stage Tier 1 demon beast?"

Granny Zhang was astonished and clicked her tongue. She never expected that Ling Wudao's so-called banquet would include meat from a late-stage Tier 1 beast.

This young friend Luo has a very close relationship with Jubaoge.

Granny Zhang deliberately lagged three steps behind Yunmo, not surprised by the steward's indifferent attitude.

They have official positions in the Jubaoge (Treasure Pavilion), which is equivalent to that of a disciple of the Qinghe Sect. It's only natural that they wouldn't bother with a rogue cultivator like her.

"It's not the depth of the water that matters, but the presence of a dragon that makes it sacred; indeed."

From the moment Yunmo stepped into the mansion, he subconsciously scanned the layout of the courtyard and couldn't help but marvel at it.

Her vision far surpassed that of Granny Zhang and the other two. She immediately noticed that there was an independent spirit-gathering array inside the house, which was quite exquisite and perfectly positioned. Although she didn't know why it was closed, it perfectly locked the Golden Roaring Bear's spiritual energy and blood, keeping it in the mansion.

Without setting up a spirit-gathering array, the fact that it can gather spirits simply by its layout suggests that it comes from a prestigious and powerful sect.

"Barrier, Gate of Life, Illusion Array."

Yunmo walked through the courtyard, marveling at the sights.

There are escape routes within the courtyard, allowing for escape in case of crisis, and there are more than one, the locations of which are unknown.

The four sides are covered with array patterns, which should belong to some kind of special barrier. It is not an ordinary standard item, but more like a magic weapon. In a crisis, it can be deployed to protect the mansion, and at the same time, it can cast an illusion array to confuse the invading enemy.

Although its rank is somewhat low, its exquisite nature makes it worthy of being a genuine Xuanmen technique.

"The Soul-Soothing Banner technique is a treasure passed down through the Demonic Sect; how could it not be exquisite?"

In the main hall, Luo Fanchen sighed self-deprecatingly. Of course, he did it on purpose, aiming to intimidate Yun Mo.

Now it seems that the effect is not bad.

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