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

Chapter 5 You are the greatest treasure left behind by Fellow Daoist Ling

The night was deep, with traces of blood remaining between the bricks, and a half-person-high, yellowish map spread out in front of Luo Fanchen.

His brush continued to sketch along various key points, and finally his gaze focused on several mountain ranges, sometimes deep in thought, sometimes hesitant.

Yanyun City was built along a branch of the Luo River. More than two hundred miles behind it, there are four great mountains, known as the Four Absolute Mountains.

It contains countless beasts, snakes, and insects, and is rumored to be haunted by demonic snakes. It is a forbidden area for low-level cultivators, but perhaps it can be utilized.

In front of her, Ling Moxue fiddled with her fingers, standing stiffly in place.

She lowered her eyes, her chapped lips revealing bloodstains from biting her teeth, as if she had hesitated for a long time before pleading in a show of weakness.

"You want to send me back to the county government? If you are my father's close friend, please let me go. I can give you all of my father's heirlooms."

"A legacy? Fellow Daoist Ling probably didn't leave you anything."

Luo Fanchen chuckled softly, the little vixen still unaware that Ling Leng's inheritance was in his hands.

Ling Moxue was exposed; her lips tightened, and her calves trembled slightly.

She was filled with resentment and unwilling to let her body become a vessel for her enemy, but as a mortal, she had no power to control her destiny.

Ling Moxue's almond-shaped eyes went numb and gradually dimmed. Knowing that she could not escape her fate, she decided to give up and throw caution to the wind.

"Alright, I'll go to the county government with you. Just give me a sword, one sword is enough, I'm begging you."

Ling Moxue clenched her small hands into fists, her eyebrows furrowed, revealing a hint of madness amidst her gentleness.

Even if it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, she will struggle desperately until the very last moment.

"However, your father did leave behind a treasure."

Luo Fanchen gazed at the girl for a moment, his tone gradually softening.

He tapped the table lightly with his knuckles, each tap seeming to strike Ling Moxue's heart.

Like a drowning person waiting to sink to the bottom, the girl knew that the hope in front of her was just a straw, but still struggled desperately to grasp it under the drive of instinct.

"It's you."

"I?"

Luo Fanchen lifted Ling Moxue's chin with his index finger and gently brushed the back of his finger against her slightly rough cheek to wipe away her tears.

Ling Moxue suppressed her inner repulsion, letting Luo Fanchen stroke her cheek as her trembling shoulders rested on them.

She quietly raised her head, her gaze fixed on Luo Fanchen, her upper lip covering her lower lip, looking both aggrieved and pleading.

Luo Fanchen's face showed no emotion, but he was slightly moved.

Ultimately, Ling Moxue was just a girl who had suffered hardship since childhood, not a born killer.

The girl may also be bound to the Demoness Record and be reformed.

Although Ling Moxue is already an adult and has missed the best period for cultivation, if she has a superior spiritual root, she can make up for it with diligence.

If he can truly be accepted into the Daoist sect, he will not only have a powerful backer in the future, but the treasures bestowed by the Daoist sect, combined with the Water Dragon Wood, may be able to refine a batch of Foundation Establishment Pills.

Ling Moxue might be the only opportunity for him, a mere rogue cultivator, to establish his foundation in this lifetime.

The risks are also great. He rarely engages in combat, let alone dealing with cunning and vicious demonic cultivators. He could very well lose his life.

While hesitating, Luo Fanchen noticed Ling Moxue's haggard face.

The girl's eyes were timid, and her lips were pressed together, pale as if she were afraid that the blood from her gums would stain Luo Fanchen's fingers and displease him.

Fine, since I'm being treated as a demonic cultivator, I'll just have to take the risk this time.

Luo Fanchen's eyes gradually hardened. The compassion he had accumulated in his previous life had not completely collapsed, and he decided to keep his promise to Fellow Daoist Ling Bai.

"You are the greatest treasure left behind by Fellow Daoist Ling."

"Do you know why the magistrate is willing to go to any lengths to get you?"

He wants my body.

"You know a lot."

Luo Fanchen was not surprised at all. As the person involved, Ling Moxue could naturally sense the effect of the blood patterns in her body.

He gently flicked Ling Moxue's nose and chuckled, "If that's the case, why wouldn't I want it?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Moxue's lips trembled but she couldn't utter a single word. She lowered her eyes and resigned herself to her fate.

"Help me kill Ling Youdao, and I will offer my body to you."

Do you want to cultivate immortality?

"Ugh?"

Ling Moxue was slightly taken aback, tilting her head and looking at Luo Fanchen with confusion.

"You have excellent aptitude. Although you have passed the best age for cultivation, your acupoints are closed and your meridians are solidified, so your future achievements may be limited. However, you can still be considered a promising talent."

Luo Fanchen slowly paced back and forth, taking out a pre-prepared blood essence contract from his sleeve and pushing it in front of Ling Moxue. "Sign it, acknowledge me as your master, and cultivate with me from now on. I will protect you."

This item is a Blood Essence Contract, a low-grade first-level item, belonging to the lowest level of entry-level magic artifacts. It is worth one spirit stone and was specially prepared by him for any unforeseen circumstances after entrusting his orphan to someone else.

This contract can be established through the blood of both parties, forming a master-servant pact. If either party disobeys, the servant can be made to wish for death with just a single thought.

This contract is only effective for cultivators below the late stage of Qi Refining who have not yet opened their Qi Sea.

"Once you sign, your life or death will be entirely in my hands. Think it over carefully."

After Luo Fanchen finished speaking, he took advantage of a moment of free time to close his eyes and practice breathing exercises.

He thought Ling Moxue would hesitate for a long time, but after a slight pause, the girl immediately accepted the blood pact with both hands.

Ling Moxue blinked. She had lived under someone else's roof for many years, and her birth mother was just a maid who couldn't read many characters.

Embarrassed, she couldn't write her own name. Fortunately, she noticed the bloody handprint left by Luo Fanchen and, imitating him, stained her fingers red on the unhealed wound on her forearm and timidly pressed it down.

As soon as the hand seals were formed, the gold-embossed seal script on the spiritual contract flickered, eventually transforming into two streaks of blood-red light that disappeared into the space between the two men's brows.

Ling Moxue's vision blurred for a moment, and when she looked at Luo Fanchen again, his figure seemed to have grown taller, making her almost afraid to meet his gaze.

“The spiritual contract has been formed. You and I are called master and disciple, but in reality, we are master and servant.”

Luo Fanchen nodded slightly, then used the golden rope to lift Ling Moxue up, removed the rope bindings, and continued.

"From now on, you will follow me in cultivation and must not disobey me. If one day you are able to cultivate your Qi Sea and enter the Daoist sect, this contract will be void."

"It's Master Luo."

Her voice was hoarse and disjointed, and Ling Moxue lowered her eyes timidly, showing no trace of the ruthless and predatory demeanor she had displayed when they first met.

Luo Fanchen frowned. He wanted to correct his form of address, but then he thought that if Ling Moxue embarked on cultivation, she would surpass him in less than five years.

The title "Master" is too grandiose, so let the girl address him as such.

"Swallow this pill, and I'll find a way to get you out of the city."

Luo Fanchen carefully took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, and after fiddling with it for a long time, he finally poured out a few small pieces of pill fragments.

This is a low-grade first-tier pill, the Breath Concealing Pill. Each pill is worth two spirit stones and can conceal the aura of a cultivator below the sixth level of Qi Refining for two hours. It is often used to evade search or assassination.

Because of its high price, Luo Fanchen once bought one with great reluctance, crushed it into seven small pieces, and preserved it using special methods as a means of saving his life.

The paper puppets he set up in the three houses to conceal his whereabouts were not triggered. Since Ling Youdao was able to find his hiding place directly, he must have some means of reconnaissance and location. It is most likely that the puppets are on Ling Moxue, but it cannot be ruled out that they are on him.

If you want to deceive people temporarily, you have to endure the pain and bleed.

"This is... Dan?"

Ling Moxue found it hard to believe that the sludge in front of her was the legendary elixir.

With a pained expression, she tilted her head back and swallowed, the intense bitterness almost making her gag.

Luo Fanchen remained silent, his fingertips making a cut on Ling Moxue's wrist to collect half a bottle of blood.

He then channeled his spiritual energy to help Ling Moxue's wounds heal, before returning to the table, taking out several old yellow papers, sticking them on the two straw figures, and pouring the blood from the medicine bottle in two.

The straw figure was dyed bright red, but not a single drop of blood dripped out. After it was completely absorbed into the talisman paper, Luo Fanchen said, "Birth date and time."

[Yi Si, Gui Wei, Yi You, Bing Zi]

Ling Moxue hesitated slightly, but quickly revealed her birthday.

Luo Fanchen calculated the transformation with his fingers, and then engraved it on the yellow paper with his true essence. Immediately, the candlelight flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Amidst the howling wind, Ling Moxue felt dizzy and suddenly found herself in a different perspective.

She seemed to be able to see the blurry scene outside the window through the straw figure, and for a moment she couldn't distinguish between the main and secondary things, almost losing her mind.

"Myojin."

Luo Fanchen gathered spiritual power at his fingertips and gently touched Ling Moxue's brow. The girl swayed for a moment before waking up as if from a dream.

As the energy of the Breath-Concealing Pill was refined in his abdomen, the straw figure seamlessly emitted the aura of a young girl at the same moment Ling Moxue's aura disappeared.

"Okay, come with me."

Luo Fanchen's spiritual energy was greatly depleted, and his face was slightly pale.

He put the remaining straw figures into his storage bag, tilted his head back and swallowed a fragment of a Breath Concealing Pill. Under Ling Moxue's surprised gaze, he picked her up by the waist, jumped into the tunnel, and ran wildly out of the city.

This method is a low-level form of witchcraft, which involves using talismans and the target's blood for purification and inscribing their birth date and time.

When activated with a large amount of spiritual energy, it can emit the bloodline aura of the person whose birth chart it is in a short time. It is often used to avoid disaster and for fighting against evil cultivators from a distance.

This method, combined with the Breath-Concealing Pill, is perfect for deceiving people.

He was of poor talent and had no background. Without any good cultivation methods, he could only pass the time by thinking about these low-level things.

(End of this chapter)