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

Chapter 44: A Complete Victory – Who's More Important?

"Won?"

Blood mist surged, and Luo Fanchen stared blankly at the charred pit that stretched more than ten meters in front of him.

Before him, the grass and trees withered, and the earth was stained crimson. Wherever it passed, even the soil was eroded into powder. Chang Hao lay supine in the deep pit at the end, vomiting blood incessantly, his face contorted in pain, having lost the strength to cry out.

"Something's not right. It's a trap!"

Luo Fanchen murmured. His goal was to weaken Chang Hao's combat power by 20%, so how could he only have 20% of his life left?
The opponent is a demonic cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining, extremely cunning. It cannot be ruled out that he may be feigning surrender and launching a sneak attack, or perhaps he has companions who are waiting for him to lower his guard.

"Placenta Cart Technique"

Luo Fanchen formed a spiritual palace hand seal, shifting the position within Yinghuo once again, with himself as the central palace.

He refined the remaining fifteen evil spirits into pure spiritual power, leaving only one fierce ghost, and simultaneously began to devour its soul.

The placenta is the amniotic sac of the mother, containing the primordial life force. The Soul Banner reverses this principle, using the resentment of the soul as a cauldron, and refining it with the cultivator's life essence and true energy into nascent soul power, condensing an illusory amniotic sac within the banner, resembling a cradle.

The fusion of pure soul power and the obsession of vengeful spirits forms the [immediately born and immediately destroyed] Calamity, which is the Soul Banner's strongest and most primal killing move.

"Surrender! Surrender!"

A cold wind howled, and Chang Hao was on the verge of death, his pale face filled with terror.

He was powerless to resist; if this move hit him, he would surely be annihilated.

At the same time, he was also afraid of the methods of orthodox demonic cultivators. Such a killing move that could decide the outcome of the battle could be used twice in a short period of time without showing any signs of fatigue. This demonic cultivator's cultivation level was at most similar to his own.

"Uncle Luo, stop! We've already won!"

Luo Fanchen had already activated the Bone Devouring Technique to devour the vengeful ghost, and the Purple River Chariot Technique in his hand was about to be fully formed.

At the critical moment, Qiu Yun immediately left her body, summoned a yin wind to carry Chang Hao, and quickly threw him in front of Uncle Luo, while twisting off his limbs.

"That's it... we won?"

"We've won! We've already won! Uncle Luo, please don't use Bone Devouring Technique anymore!"

Qiu Yun's pretty face showed anxiety. The Bone Devouring Technique can temporarily enhance combat power by consuming souls, but it is a form of squeezing out potential and has very serious side effects. If one is not careful, it can damage one's very foundation.

Not to mention that Uncle Luo also prepared a Bloodthirst Talisman; with two methods combined, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"It's good that you won."

Luo Fanchen smiled bitterly and, with Qiu Yun's help, forcibly interrupted the Bone Devouring Technique. Although he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood due to the backlash and slightly damaged his meridians, fortunately, it did not cause any serious consequences.

As for the Bloodlust Talisman, it was forcibly torn off before it could take effect, causing him to feel dizzy and lightheaded from the backlash, but his vital energy was at least preserved.

[Demonic cultivator, you're calling me a demonic cultivator?]

Chang Hao, lying on his back on the ground, glanced sideways at the soul banner, wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear.

Knowing that he was facing the Soul Banner and knew he was doomed to die, he dared not commit suicide for fear of having his soul taken away. He could only beg the other party to grant him a quick death.

"Are you feeling better, Uncle Luo?"

Qiu Yun wrapped her arms around Luo Fanchen's waist and tenderly fed him the Meridian Opening Pill, her watery eyes filled with worry.

She could feel Uncle Luo's trembling arms and his heavy breathing, which was filled with the smell of blood, so she instinctively hugged him tighter.

"Fortunately, I just overestimated this demonic cultivator's abilities."

Luo Fanchen then came to his senses and, judging from the golden wheel magic weapon used by the demonic cultivator, it must be Chang Hao himself.

When did he become so powerful? Or does Chang Hao have a hidden ailment that prevents him from unleashing his full strength?

"Are you Chang Hao?"

"Is it me, sir? Do you recognize me?"

Chang Hao's voice was weak as he pleaded, "I don't know where I offended you, sir, and I have no words to say about this calamity. I still have some savings that I am willing to offer to you, sir, just please inflict some pain."

"Who refined this Demon Pill?"

Luo Fanchen interrupted him directly, and Chang Hao opened his mouth, but then stopped himself from speaking.

He still has a part of his soul in Qingzheng's hands; if even a fraction of it is revealed, he will suffer unbearable pain.

After only a few moments of hesitation, Luo Fanchen lost interest in asking questions. He had a terrible headache and summoned Qiuyun.

“Extract his soul and interrogate him thoroughly. Don’t waste his body either; it can be used as a sacrifice for the next ascension.”

"I'll listen to Uncle Luo."

Qiu Yun's voice was gentle and soft as she gently massaged Luo Fanchen's brow. After giving him a few instructions, he took Chang Hao's storage bag and, while dealing with the battlefield, re-enacted the Yinghuo Formation to prepare to awaken Mo Xue.

A cold wind howled in his ears, and Chang Hao's shrill screams continued for a long time.

When Luo Fanchen stepped into the deep pit created by the explosion of the Placenta Chariot Technique, he was also slightly stunned by the horrific scene inside.

Everywhere you look, there are shattered fragments of magical artifacts. Chang Hao's famous Golden Wheel of the Water Margin Gang is no longer in shape and has lost all its spiritual essence. In terms of power alone, it is probably twice as strong as when Ling Youdao used it.

"Perhaps... I really am very strong?"

Luo Fanchen spread his fist into a palm, and all five fingers trembled uncontrollably.

He was half fearful and half excited. If he had lost this battle, he might have lost everything he had achieved so far.

The victory was too easy, and it felt somewhat unreal. I felt unsatisfied, and my excited emotions lingered for a long time. I longed for a more evenly matched battle, to the point that my body was so tense that it trembled involuntarily.

He quickly dismissed the dangerous thought in his mind; every battle was a life-or-death struggle, and should not be underestimated.

"Heh, Mo Xue is probably going to throw a tantrum. How should I appease her?"

With his mind racing, Luo Fanchen had already reached the bottom of the Gate of Life. Looking at Mo Xue, he saw that she had taken the Breath-Concealing Pill and was curled up on the fur couch, unconscious. Her pretty face was tense, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. Her delicate body was curled up in a ball, feeling insecure.

He silently bent down, gently embraced the girl, and fed her the antidote.

After a while, Mo Xue slowly woke up. Her almond-shaped eyes were glazed over, and she blankly stretched out her delicate hand, as if she wanted to touch Luo Fanchen's cheek.

"Master Luo Luo?"

"It's me. It's okay. I won."

Luo Fanchen's voice was calm. He did not flinch and allowed Mo Xue to touch his cheek.

The girl's fingertips trembled until she touched Luo Fanchen's skin, at which point she seemed to come back to her senses. She gasped for breath, her almond eyes glistening with tears, which streamed down her cheeks and fell in large drops from her chin.

She suddenly threw herself into Luo Fanchen's arms, feeling relieved but quickly filled with fear, muttering curses under her breath.

"You bad Luo Ye! You and Qiu Yun are both bad guys!"

"I was first, so why did Master Luo choose Qiuyun and leave me all alone?"

Mo Xue wrapped her arms tightly around Luo Fanchen's waist, as if trying to merge herself into him.

Luo Fanchen opened his mouth to speak, but then suddenly frowned, a slight stinging pain lingering in his shoulder. Looking at Mo Xue again, her almond-shaped eyes widened, her pearly teeth digging deeply into his shoulder, her pretty face filled with anger. The girl's anger had exceeded the level of her breath.

The metallic sweetness of the rust filling her mouth made Mo Xue, as if waking from a dream, quickly release her mouth.

Looking again at Master Luo's shoulder, there was a deep tooth mark that had penetrated into his flesh.

"Why doesn't Master Luo use his true essence?"

Mo Xue's little face scrunched up with heartache, and her anger subsided considerably.

She hesitated, then noticed the stains on her sleeve. Blushing, she stuck out her tongue and gently licked the wound.

When she was little, she learned embroidery from her mother. Several times she pricked her finger with the needle, and her mother would gently put her thumb in her mouth, which was warm and made the pain go away quickly.

"True energy will break your little tiger teeth."

Luo Fanchen smiled, watching out of the corner of his eye as the girl gently licked her tongue.

Clumsy, gentle, and somewhat timid, the tingling sensation mixed with a slight stinging sensation made the pain seem to have really subsided a lot.

The cat, seemingly biting its owner in a fit of stress, then carefully licking it in apology, evoked pity and made one reluctant to scold it. "Master Luo, you really do care more about Qiuyun than me, don't you?"

Mo Xue's almond-shaped eyes dimmed. She smacked her lips, as if getting used to Luo Ye's taste, while avoiding the bite mark and resting her chin on the inside of his shoulder.

"Of course not, you and Qiuyun are equally important to me."

Luo Fanchen could understand Mo Xue's little emotions.

In the girl's eyes, he and Qiuyun were almost everything in her life up to this point. Yet, in the face of life and death, he only left her a way out, which inevitably made her, with her sensitive heart, feel extremely uneasy.

She knew, of course, that this didn't mean abandonment, but the cost of living alone was unbearable.

"Then why did you only keep Qiuyun? Does Master Luo really think I can survive alone without you all?"

"Mo Xue is very strong, she'll be fine."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xue's lips trembled slightly, and her tiger teeth rubbed together, giving her the urge to bite again.

it's wired.
Master Luo treats her and Qiu Yun equally, so she should be happy. Why is she feeling so troubled, as if her chest is on fire?

"Ha, Jianqiang? Master Luo, listen carefully: if you die, I will go with you immediately."

Mo Xue rubbed her tiger teeth fiercely, her almond eyes lost their luster, and her pretty face became dull.

Her slender fingers gripped Luo Fanchen's shoulders tightly, almost leaving marks. Feeling frustrated and unsure how to express it, she could only hang her head, silently get up, find a corner, curl up into a ball, and shut herself off.

She knew that Master Luo and Qiu Yun were doing it for her own good.

But this kindness was too heavy for her to bear. Before she lost consciousness, she prayed to remain asleep forever, fearing that she would wake up.

She feared that upon waking, all that would remain for her was the tragically dead corpse of Master Luo and the scattered soul banner.

"Mo Xue?"

"Master Luo, go find Qiu Yun, don't bother me!"

Mo Xue buried her pretty face in her knees. Luo Fanchen tried to approach her several times, but the girl silently moved away and made a whimpering sound, clearly needing time to process things alone.

Luo Fanchen pursed his lips, stood still for a moment, then decisively stepped forward, his arms passing under the girl's waist and legs, and lifted her up in his arms.

Of course, he wouldn't just leave dumbfounded, leaving Mo Xue to overthink things.

"Master Luo Luo? I'm not a child anymore! Let me go! I... I'm going to bite you!"

"Take a bite, one more bite won't make a difference."

Mo Xue struggled for a long time. Her lips parted slightly, revealing her sharp little tiger teeth. However, after noticing the teeth marks on Luo Fanchen's shoulder, she couldn't bring herself to bite him. Instead, she buried her face in his chest and kept pounding his chest with her pink fists.

"Master Luo, go find Qiu Yun! You clearly chose her! You've completely abandoned me."

"That's because we need to protect Mo Xue."

"Okay! Then who's more important, me or Qiuyun?"

"All are important."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue, feeling that the girl was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with.

There was no lust in Mo Xue's eyes, only dependence and resentment.

The girl is sensitive and her extreme lack of security gives rise to a strong possessiveness; deep down, she doesn't want to share her hard-won sense of security with anyone.

"Cunning! We must separate one of them, we absolutely must!"

After Mo Xue finished speaking fiercely, she was slightly surprised herself.

Isn't what she's pursuing equality with Qiu Yun? How could that be?
Having already spoken, Mo Xue simply abandoned all other thoughts, her almond-shaped eyes gazing intently at Master Luo, her slender, white jade feet wrapping tightly around his waist, as if forcing him to give a response.

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback. The girl's aggressive attitude meant she wouldn't give up until things were settled today.

He briefly scanned the surroundings with his divine sense, confirming that Qiu Yun was far away in the center of the valley extracting souls, before speaking seriously.

"Mo Xue is more important."

Luo Fanchen silently apologized to Qiu Yun. He wasn't stupid; whoever asked the question was obviously more important.

If you ask Qiuyun instead, the answer will naturally be slightly adjusted.

"Hmph! Master Luo is a bad guy."

Mo Xue held her breath and listened intently. After hearing the answer, her gloomy face finally relaxed, and a slight smile appeared on her lips, which were pursed into a thin line.

Her fair face flushed red, but she quickly realized that she was behaving inappropriately and immediately pouted and snorted softly.

"Autumn Charm is just as important as me; neither should be favored over the other."

"Good good."

Luo Fanchen was rather helpless. You're the one who insists on prioritizing, yet you're also the one who doesn't allow any distinction between first and last.

The ancients said that women are difficult to raise, and it is indeed true. Fortunately, I managed to coax her into submission.

At the same time, outside the cave, Qiu Yun, worried about her sister's condition, manipulated the puppet, intending to personally enter the gate of life to check on her.

Before she even entered the pit, she heard her older sister's roar, and the words "Who is more important, Qiuyun or me?" immediately stopped her in her tracks.

Her delicate hands were trembling with tension, and she held her breath, unable to suppress her anticipation even though she knew the answer.

"Mo Xue is more important."

Autumn's charm was struck as if by lightning; her dewy eyes visibly lost their luster.

She moved her feet stiffly, and when she came to her senses, she had already manipulated the puppet back into the deep pit. She clenched her chest with her bare hands, making her soft bodice wrinkle. As for Chang Hao, his soul had long been extracted under the Soul Banner's refinement, and he had lost all consciousness.

"It's okay, my older sister should always be the most important."

Autumn Melody murmured softly, trying to console herself for a long time, but the feeling of pent-up emotions in her chest only grew stronger.

The next day, Luo Fanchen spent the whole night meditating, and the burning pain in his meridians finally subsided considerably. He first checked the Seven Fiends Soul-Locking Array, confirmed that the pill would be completed soon, and learned from Qiu Yun that the only person who would take the pill was Chang Hao. Only then did he relax his vigilance slightly.

"Uncle Luo, the ghost has been refined. You can access the memories in his mind at any time."

Early in the morning, Qiuyun used the Soul Banner to pay respects to Luo Fanchen, while Moxue was still fast asleep due to severe internal strife the previous day.

"Okay, thanks to Qiuyun."

Luo Fanchen accepted it with a smile, and during the process, Qiu Yun inadvertently touched his fingertips.

The faint sweet scent of lavender lingered around his nose, but Luo Fanchen didn't pay attention at first. He activated his evil-dispelling technique and summoned Chang Hao's soul.

Ghosts are evil spirits above vengeful ghosts, requiring a cultivator's soul to refine them, and at least two souls must remain.

Chang Hao's ghost has combat power comparable to a Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator. If used for Soul Devouring, it can increase explosive power by 30% in a short period of time.

"Uncle Luo? How is it?"

Qiu Yun approached with a smile, her head resting very close to Luo Fanchen's shoulder, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

The beautiful woman's delicate features were so close, her lips glistening with moisture, making one's mouth water. Luo Fanchen could even smell the hot steam from her breath, sweet and tantalizing.

Even if he were slow to notice, he would have sensed something was amiss.

Is the autumn atmosphere unexpectedly strong today?

Luo Fanchen raised an eyebrow slightly, but Qiu Yun looked away instantly, smiling as she gazed at him from the spot.

Illusion?
Luo Fanchen muttered to himself, made the Dingyin Seal with his hands, and used the Heart Sacrifice Technique to examine Chang Hao's soul.

Countless images flooded his mind: the Qinghe Sect, the Yimu Sect, the Shuibo Gang, and the bandits. His heart pounded faster than usual. While glimpsing most of the secrets, he even saw a familiar figure among the Shuibo Gang members.

With cold, sharp brows and a sinister, ruthless air, handsome yet cruel, who else could it be but his good friend Ling Leng?

"The second-in-command of the Water Margin Gang?"

(End of this chapter)