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

Chapter 53 Mystic Sound Tribulation Cultivator?

"That's fine, Uncle Luo."

Luo Fanchen did not immediately step into the carriage. Only after Qiu Yun had gathered the soul banner several hundred meters away and confirmed that no one would notice anything amiss did he ask Mo Xue to wait a moment before stepping into the carriage alone.

He had a bad feeling about it.

Lifting the jewel-adorned carriage curtain, a faint scent of sandalwood incense mingled with the lingering bitterness of unknown medicinal herbs wafted to my nose.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, filled with numerous brocade boxes from the outside in. Each box contained a faint glimpse of spiritual light, clearly indicating that they were rare spiritual treasures.

Luo Fanchen frowned slightly, his sense of unease growing stronger.

"I have long admired your name, sir. Meeting you today, I can confirm that your reputation is well-deserved."

Her voice was clear and soft like a babbling brook. In the center of the carriage, a beautiful young woman with a graceful figure sat quietly with a smile. Her soft, white hands, adorned with red cardamom, gently held the candle flame and lit the glass cup in front of her.

The jade cup shimmered with a spiritual light, and the sweet fragrance at the tip of my nose intensified.

"you know me?"

"Everyone says that Yunmo is very fortunate. He served a distinguished guest and has been promoted steadily."

Miaoyin poured half a cup of spiritual tea for Luo Fanchen, her smile charming: "That girl is still too young. She has received very few guests recently. We high-ranking stewards can easily identify our distinguished guest with a little investigation."

"Honorable guest, please forgive me. I have long admired you. What Yunmo can do, I can do; what Yunmo cannot do, I can also do."

Miaoyin gently touched her temples with her delicate hand, revealing her long, fair neck and deep, soft, alluring breasts.

Her eyes were alluring, and her lips, lightly pursed, were as tender as cherries, making one's heart itch with desire.

Luo Fanchen seemed oblivious to the implied meaning in the words. His face remained calm, but the hair on his forearms, which were covered by his sleeves, stood up straight.

There's something wrong with the soul of this Deacon Miaoyin.
From the moment he saw this deacon, he felt a strong sense of unease, an instinctive intuition as the owner of the Soul Banner about the abnormality of the soul.

"Qiuyun, what's going on with this Deacon Miaoyin's soul? I see that her three souls and seven spirits are all intact, and there are no signs of her being possessed."

Luo Fanchen calmly sat down, disregarding whether the spiritual tea contained any spiritual poison. He took a sip to lower the other party's guard, while simultaneously calling out to Qiu Yun in his mind. The two communicated through their souls and carefully observed this Miaoyin steward.

“Deacon Miaoyin’s soul is intact and there is no problem, but there are some extra things.”

"what?"

"There is an additional soul above her soul. Although this soul is weak, it can unleash its power at crucial moments and take the lead."

"Who's in charge now? The extra soul?"

"Yes, Uncle Luo, be careful."

After Qiu Yun finished speaking, she devoted most of her attention to returning the Soul Banner and preparing for the Yinghuo and Soul-Binding Illusion Techniques.

"Sir, is your journey here to suppress bandits? I wonder what your success has been?"

"We have only just arrived today and have gained very little. Although these bandits are ordinary people, they are organized, cunning and quick-witted, and it will be difficult to wipe them all out."

Luo Fanchen finished his cup of spiritual tea, smacked his lips in lingering pleasure, and remarked, "The first-grade low-level tender jade branch tastes really good."

He put down his teacup and changed the subject: "Several bandit strongholds have been breached by others. Judging from their methods, this scoundrel must be a demonic cultivator. His methods are ruthless and extremely difficult to deal with."

"For safety reasons, I stopped your esteemed establishment to give you a ride back to Feiyunfang."

"You are too modest, sir. In your presence, so-called demonic cultivators are nothing but chickens and dogs."

Miaoyin's pretty face was serene, her beautiful eyes already slightly narrowed.

According to the informant, someone did indeed destroy several bandit strongholds in a short period of time and swept through the bandit dens along the Jubao Pavilion trade route. It was initially thought to be related to Ling Wudao, but it seems to be the work of Ling Leng.

Stealing the Water Dragon Wood and the Fiend Pill wasn't enough; are they already starting to target the enemy now?

What exactly does this guy want?
Luo Fanchen probed further, and whenever he mentioned bandits and demonic cultivators, Miaoyin, though not revealing any flaws, would show particular interest.

After Luo Fanchen finished drinking a pot of Tender Jade Branch tea, he stood up to take his leave. Miaoyin bowed and saw him off, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Distinguished guest? Ha! You're already getting a bargain with just a pot of tender jade-like tea leaves. I wonder where this country bumpkin has come from.

"Jubaoge also made a mistake."

Miao Yin scoffed. Ling Wudao had been passing through the Jubao Pavilion trade route and had been trying to conceal his intentions during their conversation, clearly having noticed some clues.

Just in case, it's best to nip it in the bud. She had already secretly added some invisible and odorless soul poison to the tender jade branch. This poison is insidious and hidden, and takes effect a little slowly, but it can eliminate suspicion of her. By the time she returned to Flying Cloud Pavilion, the soul poison should have taken effect.

“Ling Leng, I have been tolerant of you in every way, unwilling to be your enemy, but you have gone too far and repeatedly ruined my sect’s important affairs. I cannot tolerate you any longer.”

Miaoyin sighed deeply, her demeanor bearing somewhat resembling He Chun's: "The master of Jubao Pavilion is also returning to Feiyun Workshop. Time is short; we must cooperate with the ancestor and act as soon as possible."

"Master Luo, I don't like this beautiful music."

Outside the carriage, Mo Xue had been waiting for a long time with her arms crossed, her chin slightly raised, clearly displeased.

Do you have a better impression of that fairy?

Luo Fanchen felt helpless. He led Mo Xue slowly toward the place where the mortals were stationed. Not far away, Yun Biaotou followed closely behind, as if protecting their safety.

"How to say?"

“I could sense that she had murderous intent towards Master Luo.”

Mo Xue stroked her chin, carefully choosing her words. She loved fighting and killing, and had an extremely high combat instinct, making her exceptionally sensitive to killing intent.

"She's smart, she does have problems, but she's not someone we can afford to mess with right now."

Luo Fanchen held Mo Xue's small hand tightly. As a high-ranking steward, Miao Yin's cultivation was at least at the late stage of Qi Refining, and he was no match for her.

Similarly, the fact that the other party could take advantage of a high-ranking deacon and evade the Treasure Pavilion's detection must have come at a great cost. They certainly wouldn't expose their identity because of a mere Qi Refining Level 5 ant like him.

Miaoyin wouldn't openly harm him; at most, she would use some slow-acting poison to silently silence him.

He wasn't afraid of any poisons, but he wanted to avoid contact between Mo Xue and Miao Yin as much as possible.

"It was only after learning that Jubaoge informed us that leaving this spy in Feiyunfang was always a potential problem."

Luo Fanchen murmured silently. He could roughly confirm that the extra soul of Miaoyin was the work of the Water Margin gang.

After much deliberation, he carefully examined Yun Biaotou's soul along the way to confirm that he had not tampered with it. After probing him indirectly for a long time, he finally became convinced of Yun Biaotou's loyalty to Jubaoge before pulling him deeper into the illusion array.

"Lord Ling, who are these people?"

Yun Biaotou, confident in his profound cultivation, was surprised to find a hidden world within the formation after entering it.

It was so realistic and meticulous. Such an ingenious illusion array would take him a lot of effort to break through. It was actually made by someone at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

"Ordinary people near the Jubao Pavilion trade route, are you aware that your Jubao Pavilion has been infiltrated by the Water Margin Gang's thieving cultivators?"

Luo Fanchen pointed to nearly a hundred ragged, haggard mortals, his face as calm as a still lake.

"Infiltration? How is that possible? Along this trade route, there are three villages, each guarded by disciples of the Qinghe Sect and elites from my Jubao Pavilion."

"Elite?"

Luo Fanchen almost laughed out loud. He didn't explain much, and led Yun Biaotou across the crowd to the center of the soul banner.

The soul banner transformed into a locust tree, beneath which lay four corpses. Three were dressed in cloud-blue robes, and one in a robe infused with the fragrance of a precious cauldron. These were the corpses of disciples from the Qinghe Sect and the Jubao Pavilion.

Yun Biaotou's expression changed drastically, and he looked at Luo Fanchen with trembling lips.

“Your steward, Miaoyin, also has problems. Believe it or not, I will return to Feiyunfang with you.”

Luo Fanchen did not allow Yun Biaotou to collect the body. After briefly explaining the journey and the incident of abducting and seizing the body, he told him not to alert the enemy and that the truth would be revealed after returning to Feiyunfang.

When Chief Biao Yun left, his face was ashen.

If Ling Wudao's words are true, then a demonic cultivator who can subdue and control high-ranking deacons must possess unfathomable cultivation.

In the entire area, only the two deputy pavilion masters at the ninth level of Qi Refining and the pavilion master at the Foundation Establishment stage were able to subdue this fiend.

In fact, he was more inclined to trust Miaoyin. How could a filthy country bumpkin cultivator have the means to possess a sect disciple?

As for the soul's backup plan, ha. Do you really think that the Treasure Pavilion's investigative methods are just for show?
High-ranking deacons are required to have their physical and spiritual condition checked every three months, so how could they be taken advantage of?

If it weren't for the Pavilion Master's personal order to treat him well, he would have subdued and interrogated him long ago, but even with the slightest uncertainty, he wouldn't dare risk the safety of the caravan.

For now, we should keep an eye on Ling Wudao and make a decision after returning to Feiyunfang.

"What a troubled time"

(End of this chapter)