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

Chapter 52 Each Has Its Own Merits (Thanks to Lord Kang for the Silver Alliance donation~Day 2 of 10,000 words)

"Damn it! Damn it, damn it!"

Mo Xue buried her pretty face in Luo Fanchen's chest, but her nose was filled with the lingering scent of lavender from Qiu Yun's body.

The image of Qiu Yun and Master Luo being intimate kept flashing through her mind, making her increasingly annoyed. Even their intimate rubbing no longer brought her the comfort she used to feel.

I can't smell Master Luo's scent
She wanted to go straight past his clothes and bring her nose close to Luo Ye's neck, eager to smell the comforting scent from her memories.

But when she saw the tender red hickeys all over Luo Ye's neck, she lost interest again. Every single hickey was left by Qiu Yun, so dense that there was no room for her.

"Qiuyun likes Master Luo. Such intimacy is normal, but why?"

Mo Xue's almond-shaped eyes lost their luster, and she murmured incessantly as if in a dream.

The tightness in her chest intensified, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

"Mo Xue? Are you not feeling well?"

Luo Fanchen frowned slightly. The girl's breath was rapid and hot, tickling his neck. Her delicate hands gripped his shoulders, leaving marks.

Mo Xue's mental state is not very stable.

"No, no."

Mo Xue's voice choked with emotion; she couldn't tell what was going on.

What exactly is this knot of bitterness and resentment in my heart? All the ways I used to seek comfort have only exacerbated my unease.

How strange. This shouldn't be. She is clearly still Master Luo's number one, and also Qiu Yun's number one.

"Master Luo."

Mo Xue raised her little face with a pitiful look, her nose slightly red, and tears welling up in her eyes. She looked so pitiful.

"I'm here. Is something on your mind, Moxue? If it's inconvenient to talk to Qiuyun, you can tell me."

"fine."

Mo Xue pouted, her voice choked with sobs. Her pretty face gradually turned fierce as she became agitated. She gently rubbed her canine teeth and stared at the lipstick mark on Master Luo's face with ill intent.

"Ouch——"

Mo Xue opened and closed her mouth, lunging to bite. Luo Fanchen was startled, thinking that Mo Xue was reacting to the shock and was going to bite his face.

Mo Xue still felt sorry for Master Luo, so she gently nibbled at his other cheek with her pearly teeth, and then, as if possessed, pouted her lips and left a glistening lip mark.

Moist and soft, with a sweet and delicate flavor, it has the unique charm of both gardenia and lavender.

Damn!

Qiu Yun is going to become Luo Ye's Daoist partner in the future, how can I kiss Luo Ye?

Mo Xue seemed startled by her own bold move, cupping her cheeks in her hands, which felt burning hot.

Unexpectedly, she did not feel guilty for overstepping her bounds. Instead, she felt a strange sense of comfort, and the depression that had troubled her for a long time dissipated.

This is a kiss from family!
Mo Xue's eyes darted nervously from side to side, and she quickly came up with an excuse for herself.

She was always number one, so what's wrong with kissing Master Luo? Family members also use kisses on the cheek to express closeness.

She forgot that this kind of affectionate expression was only suitable for young children, while she was already eighteen years old, an age where people in the mortal world would have children.

"Master Luo...I'm...I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I'll stay with Moxue until you can stand on your own."

Mo Xue murmured, stealing a kiss from Master Luo. She was being too mischievous. Luo Fanchen chuckled and shook his head, his hand stroking the girl's hair.

Strands of hair flowed through her fingers, and Mo Xue's eyes narrowed slightly. This time, it was Master Luo who took the initiative, and her previous irritation vanished without a trace.

"It's okay if Moxue has something on her mind. You have plenty of time. Young people always have their own troubles."

"I'll stay with you until you've thought it through."

Luo Fanchen speaks gently, while Mo Xue is sensitive yet intelligent.

What she needs is time, not guidance. She will eventually figure out what she wants, and that's part of her growth.

After Mo Xue joined the Taoist sect, he no longer had the opportunity to guide her at all times.

Growth is also a part of spiritual practice.

"Does Master Luo also have troubles?"

Mo Xue's tightly furrowed brows gradually softened, and her pretty face nestled peacefully in Luo Fanchen's arms.

"Troubles... There are too many troubles for independent cultivators. Once Mo Xue joins the Daoist sect, with you as my support, maybe there won't be so many troubles." "I will definitely join the Daoist sect! At that time..."

Mo Xue perked up, but halfway through her sentence, the image of Qiu Yun and Master Luo getting married and having children flashed through her mind. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, and the rest of her words stuck in her throat as her pretty face darkened.

"Master Luo, I'm tired today."

Mo Xue felt utterly bored, and the pent-up frustration in her heart resurfaced, growing stronger and more difficult to suppress.

She gripped the sword hilt tightly, silently entered the eerie wind, and began to practice her swordsmanship. Only when practicing could she concentrate and calm her mind to think.

They're all starting to grow up.

Luo Fanchen sighed softly. He was slow-witted, but he wasn't a blockhead.

Mo Xue is alright, but Qiu Yun's feelings for him seem to have changed slightly?

This is troublesome. He needs to be guided correctly. But if Qiu Yun distinguishes between dependence and love, and still insists on her feelings, will he be able to meet the girl's expectations?

"You can't refuse, can you?"

Luo Fanchen smiled bitterly; he didn't believe he had the willpower to refuse Qiu Yun.

But wouldn't that be too cruel to Mo Xue? Wouldn't that betray the girl's trust in him? Putting himself in her shoes, he couldn't quite accept it, seeing his trusted family member with his own sister.

"Let's take it one step at a time. At least until Qiu Yun regains her physical body, she won't openly reveal her true feelings."

Luo Fanchen sighed softly and continued to cultivate with his eyes closed.

During this period, when he practiced breathing exercises, whenever his true energy was abundant to a certain extent, he could occasionally enter a state of complete emptiness of body and mind, a state of complete self-forgetfulness.

According to Qiu Yun's observation, after he enters this state, the flow of spiritual energy around him will be altered by the Yi Wood True Essence, and clouds and rain will occasionally condense on his body surface, with faint thunderous sounds, though they are barely perceptible.

After much thought, Luo Fanchen concluded that it might be related to the Jingzhe supernatural power.

Concealing one's strength within, accumulating energy and nourishing one's spirit, and unleashing power like a thunderclap when unleashed, this technique can be used at times other than the Jingzhe solar term.
To this end, Luo Fanchen even deliberately chose several stormy days to try, but not only did he fail, he also almost got struck by lightning.

Furthermore, the situation of overflowing true essence never reappeared. Even when he exhausted his true essence several times, he was simply exhausted.

Another night passed, and when the carriage transformed from the soul banner arrived at the Jubao Pavilion trade route, the caravan finally approached as expected.

The road was wide and spacious, and more than ten carriages made of solidified black iron moved slowly along. Each carriage was pulled by four first-tier mid-grade demonic beasts and a thousand-cloud horse.

The wheels and the vehicle body were engraved with intricate array patterns, which could be deployed at any time to protect the cargo. From a distance, there were five late-stage Qi Refining cultivators and more than ten other cultivators, not counting the hidden hand who had swallowed the Breath Concealing Pill and was hiding inside the vehicle.

With this protective force, they can do whatever they want within the territory of Feiyunfang.

"Who is coming!"

The voice was like muffled thunder. The man in the lead was a cultivator at the eighth level of Body Tempering, with a broad back and thick waist, a square face, and a full beard.

Its sound was mixed with true essence, which was a wonderful technique. If it were an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator, he would be dizzy from drinking it. However, Luo Fanchen's true essence was abundant, and he was not affected in the slightest.

“I am a distinguished guest of Jubaoge, and I have important matters to report. I have summoned your manager to see me.”

"Hmph! You're radiating murderous aura; you must be a highway robber. Get out of here on the trade route!"

Luo Fanchen held up the jade pendant, but the man brandished a meteor hammer and lunged at him.

Mo Xue beside him had already drawn her sword, her killing intent rising suddenly, while Qiu Yun also controlled the Soul Banner, about to summon the three ghosts.

Luo Fanchen stood calmly with his hands behind his back. Sure enough, when the man noticed the name on the jade tablet, he was struck dumb.

He quickly retracted his meteor hammer, ignoring the fact that it had been sent flying and smashed into his chest. After letting out a muffled groan, he hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands in a gesture of apology and fear.

"I was unaware that you were in person, sir, and I almost offended you. I will punish myself with three blows, hoping that you will be pleased with my actions."

"No need, take me to see your superior."

Luo Fanchen shook his head slightly; Yunmo was still capable of handling things properly.

She had said that if help was needed during the bandit suppression, the jade token could be activated. Although he did not activate the jade token, these groups of merchant escorts clearly knew his name and importance.

“Sir, you are kind and benevolent. Someone, tell the troops to rest on the spot.”

"The Qinghe Sect and several distinguished guests urgently need this batch of goods from Chief Yun. If it delays their journey..."

"As Your Excellency has personally instructed, Your Excellency's affairs are our most important matters!"

Yun Biao Tou, whose real name is Yun Hua, is nearly fifty years old and is currently at the eighth level of Body Tempering. He serves as the chief escort for this caravan.

He dismissed his subordinates, a smile appearing on his resolute face, and led Luo Fanchen and Mo Xue to the most luxurious carriage in the center of the procession.

"My lord, this is the person in charge of this caravan, Steward Miaoyin."

(End of this chapter)