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

Chapter 59 Guests and hosts are enjoying themselves, but a storm is brewing (Combined chapter, Chapters 1, 2, and 3)
"Hmph! How about it, Master Luo? Aren't I amazing?"

"Wow, as expected of Mo Xue, she's amazing!"

The lamp emitted a glow, and Mo Xue's pretty face blushed. She guided Luo Fanchen's fingers with her two small hands, slowly moving them downwards until Luo's palms touched her flat and soft abdomen, before she lowered her eyes slightly.

Master Luo's palms were covered in calluses, and his skin was slightly rough as he rubbed them.

Wherever her fingertips touched, a warm, burning sensation seemed to spread through her body, making her feel numb and tingly.

"In just half a month, she has opened up three more acupoints. Mo Xue is indeed a natural of the Daoist path."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue in amazement. His fingertip sank into the nail line of the girl's lower abdomen, as if it were being wrapped in something soft and smooth, with an excellent tactile sensation.

Mo Xue's progress was rapid. After breaking through to the second level of Qi Refining, she quickly stabilized her realm and broke through three acupoints: Changqiang, Yaoyu, and Yaoyangguan.

His breathing efficiency was so fast that it made his eyes ache with envy.

The second level of Qi Refining requires the flow of True Essence through the Du Meridian. Once mastered, the True Essence circulates Qi in a self-sustaining cycle. This level of mastery is easily achieved through mortal martial arts, making one virtually unparalleled in the mortal realm.

The Du Meridian starts at the Changqiang acupoint and ends at the Yinjiao acupoint, passing through a total of 28 acupoints, of which the first three are the most difficult to open.

It can be said that Mo Xue has already passed the more difficult stage of the second level of Qi Refining.

When Mo Xue switched to cultivating her martial arts, he couldn't even imagine how fast the girl would progress.

Even if I can enter the Daoist sect, I cannot slack off.

Mo Xue pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, but her bright, beautiful eyes were full of joy. Her petite body couldn't help but wriggle in Luo Ye's arms, and the pent-up frustration in her heart briefly subsided.

She loves being praised by Master Luo!

"The competition within the Daoist sects is only more intense than among independent cultivators, and if I don't work hard, I won't be able to catch up with Master Luo."

"Fool, by the time the Ascension to Immortality Tournament begins, your cultivation level will probably have already surpassed mine."

Luo Fanchen chuckled, amused by the girl's childlike innocence. He gently stroked Mo Xue's nose with his fingertips, and she hummed softly, nuzzling her head and resting her chin on his chest, pouting, "You big liar, Master Luo!"

Although Master Luo's efficiency in absorbing spiritual energy was low, his progress was incredibly fast.

She strongly suspected that when she was in the late stage of Qi Refining, Master Luo was probably already at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and might even be able to try to establish his foundation.

"Master Luo, after I join the Taoist sect, will you come with me?"

“Silly girl, how can a Taoist sect bring its family along? I’m already too old. Wait until you’ve established yourself before you take me over.”

Luo Fanchen was quite pleased, but did not give Mo Xue a direct answer. The girl also noticed the unusual tone in his words and frowned slightly.

"Then I'll go and find a Taoist sect that can take Master Luo with me!"

"If you have this ability, that would be wonderful."

Luo Fanchen gently stroked Mo Xue's pretty face, his eyes tender, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After the Ascension Ceremony, his relationship with Mo Xue will probably come to an end.

The renowned Xuanzhang of Luoshen Pavilion possessed the supreme method of detachment from emotions, and besides, his meager sense of self-respect wouldn't allow him to become a burden to a young girl.

"Master Luo, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"You have your own room, and you're not young anymore. You should learn to be more reserved."

"Doesn't Master Luo always say I'm like a child?"

Mo Xue hummed softly, her long neck flushed with a blush that extended all the way to her earlobes.

She looked at Luo Fanchen with a pitiful expression, while her slender arms wrapped around his waist and her fair little feet clung tightly to his legs like an octopus, impossible to shake off.

"Just this once."

Luo Fanchen sighed softly, still unable to refuse Mo Xue's eager demands. As for Qiu Yun, her ears, burning red, trembled slightly before she added in a soft, weak voice, "Uncle Luo can't be biased. I want to sleep with Uncle Luo too."

"You guys..."

When Luo Fanchen came to his senses, he was already surrounded by two young girls, each with one arm around his, sleeping peacefully.

Is this the family he wants to protect?

The next day, the sun rises three poles.

Luo Fanchen practiced cultivation techniques and talismans last night, which greatly depleted his mental energy. He naturally woke up at noon.

Qiu Yun had prepared the meal, while Mo Xue continued to practice her sword diligently. She seemed to have successfully grasped the mid-grade magic technique given to her by Shou Rufeng, and was wielding it with great skill, her pretty face beaming with joy.

"Master Luo, this technique is called Fire Rain Sword Waterfall, and it's the defensive sword technique I've been missing!"

Mo Xue smiled, sheathed her sword, and ran to Master Luo with small steps, tilting her chin slightly upwards, saying, "Master Luo, would you like me to teach you?"

"I could never learn that. Mo Xue's talent in swordsmanship probably far surpasses her talent in breathing exercises."

Luo Fanchen wisely declined.

The reason he was able to master a mid-grade profound technique overnight was simply because the jade slip contained the spiritual essence left by a Foundation Establishment cultivator. If it were just a verbal instruction or a mortal book, he would probably need at least a month to comprehend and begin to understand it.

The cost-effectiveness is too low; he doesn't have Mo Xue's innate sword-bone physique.

"Mo Xue and Xiao Cui are acquainted, so I'll ask you to go and find her to attend the banquet. I'll go and invite the other fellow Daoists."

"We're not that close. Besides Master Luo, I also have Qiu Yun, isn't that enough?"

Mo Xue muttered to herself, but still obediently bathed and cleansed herself before taking her sword and heading to Old Man Wang's thatched hut to find someone.

"Qiuyun, please keep an eye on Moxue for me, and send out all the ghosts to follow her."

"Don't worry, Uncle Luo, I've been keeping an eye on Sister Mo Xue. Hehe, now that's her, three sword strikes from her would be enough to kill this old man!"

Luo Fanchen nodded slightly. He was confident in Mo Xue's strength, which was why he allowed her to gradually begin to interact with the outside world.

In the future, Mo Xue's cultivation will only progress faster and faster. Sooner or later, she will need to come into contact with the outside world and learn some basic ways of dealing with people. He cannot restrict the girl for a lifetime.

After leaving Qiu Yun to guard the house, Luo Fanchen prepared to personally visit Granny Zhang.

Perhaps it was due to his excessive paranoia, but even though he was certain that Feiyunfang was absolutely safe, an ominous premonition still lingered in his heart.

He felt he had missed some clues, but after reviewing the events multiple times, he couldn't find a single trace.

In the shantytown, it's better to make a few trustworthy friends. If something bad happens, we can have someone to look after us when we run away, and we can also receive intelligence about the enemy in advance, giving us more time to prepare.

"Buying a dozen or so more low-grade first-level beast meat is just for peace of mind."

Luo Fanchen counted the spirit stones; he still had twenty-three spirit stones on him, so spending a few spirit stones to buy beast meat wasn't too painful.

Sure enough, murder and robbery fuel greed.

Soon, Luo Fanchen stopped at Granny Zhang's residence and knocked on the door to announce his arrival.

Ah Niu opened the door, and the boy, somewhat reserved, welcomed him into the inner room and offered him a cup of fragrant tea. Although it wasn't a magical tea, it still carried a hint of spiritual energy, which was probably the highest level of hospitality that Granny Zhang had ever shown her.

"Fellow Daoist Ling's cultivation has made great progress, congratulations!"

Grandma Zhang had a hunched back but a kind smile.

Luo Fanchen did not conceal his cultivation level; he could tell at a glance that the other party's cultivation had advanced to the fifth level of Qi Refining.

"I have already found a clue about the superior metal-attribute technique that you entrusted to me, but unfortunately someone else got there first. I am ashamed to have failed you."

Granny Zhang explained in detail that this superior method was none other than the Heavenly Heart Technique, which had been auctioned by the Treasure Pavilion.

He had already decided on this method, so naturally he got there first.

“Grandma Zhang, I wish to host a banquet tonight to welcome you back and wash away the dust of your journey. I would like to ask you to introduce me to a few fellow Daoists of decent character and cultivation who are worth getting to know. I have been in the shantytown for a long time, but I have not yet made any friends among the heroes of the neighborhood.”

"Pfft, young friend, you're joking. Besides you, where would any heroes come from in this shantytown?"

Granny Zhang covered her mouth and chuckled, then quickly shook her head and said, "However, there are a few trustworthy fellow Daoists with impeccable character. They have long admired your great name, but are struggling to find a way to make your acquaintance."

"If you don't mind, young friend, I will humbly introduce you to the best of my ability."

"Thank you for your trouble, Mother-in-law."

Luo Fanchen bowed in thanks, and then tentatively inquired about the crafting methods for first-grade mid-level and high-level talismans.

"High-grade talismans are too precious for me to handle, but I do have some clues about mid-grade ones."

"Young friend, you've already mastered refining mid-grade talismans?"

Granny Zhang raised her voice, her cloudy eyes filled with anticipation. If Luo Fanchen could refine mid-grade talismans, she could also make a small fortune just by drinking a bowl of soup. The profit of a first-grade mid-grade talisman was several times that of a low-grade one.

"I've recently had some insights and should be able to create a talisman soon, but I only have two talismans, Water Blade and Dew, which is too limited in variety."

Luo Fanchen changed the subject, saying meaningfully, "So I would like to ask Granny to keep an eye out for information about talismans."

"Hehe, that's no problem. I'm going to introduce you to an old ghost who happens to have the skill of crafting mid-grade first-tier talismans."

"You can trade on your own then, young friend. I will make sure that old devil gives you a discount."

"Thank you for your trouble, Mother-in-law."

Luo Fanchen smiled and set the time for the dinner. He then got up to take his leave. Granny Zhang called Ah Niu to see him off and helped him buy meat.

Along the way, Ah Niu worked hard without complaint, carrying heavy loads on his shoulders and in his hands, happy to do so for Luo Fanchen.

Purchasing materials for talisman crafting, including low-grade first-tier demon beast meat, cost a total of one spirit stone.

Surprisingly, Luo Fanchen didn't feel any heartache. On the other hand, A Niu kept agonizing over the details of bargaining on the way back, grumbling about wasting half a spirit dust.

Luo Fanchen noticed that A Niu seemed to have something on his mind. The young man hesitated to speak until they were about to return to the mansion, when he finally stammered out a word.

"Uncle Ling."

"Ask directly if you have something to say. When a body cultivator speaks, his voice should be loud and clear, full of energy."

Luo Fanchen was in a good mood and took the time to tease A Niu a couple of times.

The boy's dark face flushed slightly as he whispered, "Uncle Ling, I plan to answer the call of Feiyunfang and join the Qinghe Sect disciples to support Xianhefang."

"Conscription? These are turbulent times. Sending someone at the first level of Body Tempering to the front lines is tantamount to suicide."

Luo Fanchen frowned slightly. He had accumulated a large number of merit points in advance because he was wary of the turbulent times, hoping to avoid being conscripted.

"I want to earn enough money to redeem Xiaocui from her servitude."

"Out of control."

Luo Fanchen casually waved his hand, simply blowing out a breath of true essence, which caused A Niu to stumble backward, leaving a deep footprint more than ten meters long on the ground.

"You can't even withstand a casual blow from me, yet you dream of going to the front lines?"

"My cultivation is at the fifth level of Qi Refining. I'm just a consumable on the front lines. It's not easy to live once, so spare my life."

Having said all he needed to say, Luo Fanchen clenched his fist, taking all the materials and spiritual flesh from A Niu's body back into his hand, and turned to leave.

He must have had some connection with Ah Niu to bother with such a foolish thing.

"But Xiao Cui... Sister Xiao Cui will really be sold to Chang Le Lou by Old Man Wang, and then..."

"Sell? Ha, you don't need to worry about that. First, think about how to buy your freedom."

Luo Fanchen scoffed, turned around and returned to his cave, leaving behind a bewildered A Niu. The young man knew he had offended Uncle Ling, and while feeling uneasy, he also admired Uncle Ling's strength.

Such powerful true energy could blow away his protective qi and blood in a single breath.

Yun Biaotou, a late-stage Body Tempering expert whom he had met once before, had the leisure to teach him a couple of moves, but it seemed that Yun Biaotou couldn't do them either.

At the same time, deep in the shantytown, inside a thatched hut.

Old Wang lay half-paralyzed on the bed, groaning and moaning incessantly.

He had lost all his hair, his teeth were black and smelly, and he was so thin that even breathing seemed difficult.

Every day at Shenshi (3-5 PM), an unknown toxin in his body would flare up, tormenting him to the point of ecstasy. This toxin was insidious and hidden, and even Lord Qingzheng could not detect it.

Only by capturing Mo Xue will the master bestow upon him a first-grade superior antidote pill to eliminate the poison.

"Damn it. When is that little bastard Ling Wudao coming back? I can't hold on much longer."

Old Wang was groaning incessantly from a terrible headache. Every inch of his flesh was spasming, and his meridians felt like they were being torn apart by a searing pain. In a daze, he saw a little fairy in a plain white dress and a sword hilt walking towards him. Upon closer inspection, he found her skin to be like solidified cream, round and smooth, quite charming and cute. Who else could it be but Mo Xue?

"Mo Xue? Hey. You've come to see me?"

Old Wang immediately perked up, struggled to his feet, and seemed to see a savior.

He reached out to take Mo Xue's hand, but the girl frowned slightly, took a half step back in disgust, and looked at Xiao Cui in the house, whose eyes were numb and whose ears were red, swollen and bruised. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

"I've come to take Xiao Cui to the banquet."

Mo Xue wrinkled her nose, utterly disgusted by the stench emanating from Old Wang, while also feeling a deep empathy for Xiao Cui, who was being abused.

She seemed to see a reflection of her childhood self in Xiao Cui.

"Attend a banquet? Doesn't Ling Wudao call himself Master Dao?"

Old Wang was slightly taken aback, then his expression immediately became agitated: "It was the same last time, that wretched maid wasted spiritual materials and didn't even host a banquet for me?"

"Damn it, they're blind."

Mo Xue's pupils contracted slightly, and in her burning anger, she almost couldn't resist drawing her sword.

This slovenly old man dares to insult Master Luo?

“I am her master. She is not going today. But you, Mo Xue, must be having a hard time with this rogue cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining. With your superior spiritual root, it is better to seek refuge with me than to let your brilliance go to waste.”

Old Wang grinned, his mouth full of yellow teeth stinking unbearably, but fortunately Mo Xue had already held her breath and pretended not to see it.

"I can find you a good family, and I guarantee you will have a smooth journey on the path to immortality. You might even have to thank me in the future."

"I invited Xiao Cui without asking your opinion. Xiao Cui, come with me."

A glint of light flashed in Xiao Cui's eyes. She wanted to escape the den of demons with Sister Mo Xue, but she was also afraid of Old Man Wang's tyranny. She feared that if she left and returned, she would be subjected to his crazy torture and venting.

"Hmph, she is my servant."

“If the master dies, there will naturally be no more servants.”

Mo Xue knew that Old Man Wang harbored ulterior motives towards Master Luo, so she didn't hold back and drew her sword directly. As the Gengjin sword energy condensed, it pierced Old Man Wang's skin, causing him pain. The latter lost face but still dared to shout.

Mo Xue narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, a murderous intent rising within her, and Old Man Wang was immediately doused with a bucket of cold water.

The hairs on his arms stood on end, and a strong sense of crisis surged within him. He was certain that the girl's murderous intent was genuine, and that he was no match for her.

"When did this brat learn such a fierce sword technique?"

"Get out of the way, don't block the way."

Mo Xue snorted and sliced ​​off half of Old Man Wang's beard with her sword. The latter was so shocked that he immediately fell to the ground.

Mo Xue took Xiao Cui's bruised hand and turned to leave. Before leaving, Old Man Wang took out the blood pact, intending to torture Xiao Cui. Mo Xue forcibly stopped him, but Mo Xue flicked out a sword aura that barely pierced Xiao Cui's brow.

"If you dare to interfere again, your head will be the one to explode next."

The killing intent was chilling and bone-deep. Old Wang's crotch was soaked with stench, so he dared not stop him any longer. Mo Xue sneered and sheathed her sword before leaving.

If she weren't afraid of causing trouble for Master Luo, this kind of trash wouldn't last half a quarter of an hour in her hands.

"Sister Moxue is amazing."

Along the way, Xiao Cui followed behind him with a reserved demeanor, her eyes filled with admiration. If only she had even a fraction of Mo Xue's abilities.

The feast has begun, and the mansion is filled with the aroma of meat. The prominent figures in the shantytown are entering Luo Fanchen's mansion in batches, guided by Granny Zhang and A Niu. Xiao Cui, feeling inferior, instinctively tries to find the side door through which the servants pass.

"My house doesn't have a side door."

Mo Xue easily saw through Xiao Cui's thoughts and led her into the mansion through the main gate, where the surrounding cultivators all made way for her.

“Old Wang will be kicked out of Feiyunfang soon. I will ask Master Ling to let you stay with me for the time being.”

"Is that alright? Thank you, Sister Moxue."

Xiao Cui was flattered, while Mo Xue pursed her lips and considered the matter carefully, thinking that Master Luo would probably tolerate her little bit of willfulness.

Let's just consider this one of the few times she's done something kind.

As the two walked, Shou Rufeng and Yun Mo, representing Qinghe Sect and Jubao Pavilion respectively, arrived at the banquet outside the door. The people in the shantytown immediately made way for them, marveling and their eyes were full of envy.

It goes without saying that Yunmo lost power, but Shou Rufeng was the rotating steward and held great power.

"It's Mo Xue. How's your sword technique training going?"

"I have fully understood it. The sword technique is excellent. Thank you, Uncle Shou."

"He who takes a gift is bound to be obliged," so Mo Xue spoke in a rare gentle tone. Shou Rufeng entered the room surrounded by admirers, and upon hearing this, his chubby face was slightly taken aback. He naturally did not doubt that Mo Xue was lying; whether or not she had comprehended the truth would be known with a test, and there was no need for her to lie.

To comprehend a sword technique in just half a day? Are you kidding me?
"Very good, very good. Mo Xue is indeed exceptionally talented. Fellow Daoist Ling's guidance is excellent. I will keep my word and prepare a gift for Mo Xue."

Shou Rufeng was delighted. He had no intention of vying for the woman's affections. Such a genius could not have been raised by a rogue cultivator in the countryside. She was clearly already taken. He could simply establish a good relationship with her.

He pulled out a jade slip in front of everyone, his chubby face showing a hint of heartache, and still handed it to Mo Xue with trembling hands.

"This is a secret sword technique passed down in my clan. I am giving it to Mo Xue today. Remember, it must not be passed on to anyone else."

"The best magic method?"

The crowd paused for a moment, and the sound of swallowing saliva rose and fell.

This method is worth at least twenty spirit stones, and you just give it away like that? The Qinghe Sect disciple is incredibly generous!
"Isn't this too expensive?"

Mo Xue also became a little reserved and quickly waved her hand to refuse. She knew that if she accepted something, Qinghe Sect would definitely make up for it from Master Luo in some way.

"My talent for swordsmanship is poor, and this technique is like a pearl hidden in dust. Only in Mo Xue's hands can it truly shine."

Mo Xue was about to refuse when Luo Fanchen came to greet her personally, smiling and saying, "Since it is a gift from an elder, Mo Xue, please accept it."

"Yes, thank you, Uncle Shou!"

With permission granted, Mo Xue finally accepted it and happily looked at it over and over again.

“Alas, I am a kind-hearted person and cannot bear to see children being bullied. Please accept this Rejuvenation Pill.”

Shou Rufeng naturally noticed Xiao Cui as well. His gaze was focused on the blood pact between the master and servant that the girl had half-covered. Seeing her injuries, he roughly knew the reason. He casually gave her a low-grade first-level healing pill and went straight into the room.

Yunmo had intended to prepare a generous gift, but after losing power, he was short of money.

She was already under surveillance, so for her to personally attend the event was quite an effort.

"Mo Xue, Aunt Mo and Jubao Pavilion will make up for it with a generous gift next time."

Yunmo patted Moxue's shoulder apologetically. She still had the Heavenly Heart Technique as her trump card, so she wasn't afraid of losing the girl's favor.

After everyone took their seats, Luo Fanchen naturally sat in the main seat, followed by Shou Rufeng and Yun Mo.

In addition to the expected group, there were more than ten independent cultivators who had been invited by Granny Zhang. Their cultivation levels were between the fourth and sixth levels of Qi Refining, making them among the top talents in the shantytown.

However, with Shou Rufeng, a disciple of the Qinghe Sect, present, most of them were somewhat reserved.

Soon, Qiu Yun manipulated the puppet to serve the cooked beast meat. The aroma filled the air, and many rogue cultivators couldn't help but swallow their saliva, their throats parched. Shou Rufeng, however, remained calm, not thinking much of the first-tier low-grade demon beast.

He really liked the spiritual tea that Ling Wudao had prepared separately.

Although it's only a low-grade first-level jade branch, it's a tender jade branch specially supplied by Jubao Pavilion. It seems that Brother Ling has a close relationship with Jubao Pavilion. He's indeed extraordinary.

You made the right friend!

"The meal is simple and I apologize for neglecting Brother Shou."

"Of course, it's already a great honor for me that you're hosting this banquet for me, my brother."

Shou Rufeng smiled and chatted with Luo Fanchen for a while before everyone had almost finished their meal.

Mo Xue and Qiu Yun quietly ran to the kitchen and ate to their hearts' content with the reserved cuts of meat.

"The reason for inviting you all here is twofold: firstly, to make friends with fellow Daoists, so that we can have more friends in the future and help each other in the shantytown."

"Fellow Daoist Ling is a straightforward person. I am Tie Yuan, and I am skilled in forging artifacts. If you need to repair any magical artifacts in the future, you can come to me. I will definitely give you a discount!"

After the group finished eating the animal meat, they were overjoyed. Without needing Granny Zhang's introduction, they immediately revealed their identities and rushed to climb the social ladder by claiming Ling Wudao as their superior.

It's unheard of for someone with connections in both Jubaoge and Qinghezong to settle in a shantytown.

Fifteen rogue cultivators introduced themselves one by one according to their cultivation level. They had all learned some skills, such as talisman making, alchemy, spiritual plant cultivation, weapon forging, and array setting, but their skills were relatively crude.

Luo Fanchen quickly explained the concept of mutual help and distributed a talisman imbued with soul power to each of them.

"These are turbulent times, and the situation is unstable. If you discover any clues about the enemy, you can activate the talismans as soon as possible. This will allow you to look out for each other and may even save some lives in a crisis."

Since it was free, the scattered cultivators naturally accepted it, which finally put Luo Fanchen at ease.

He quickly led the group of independent cultivators in a transaction, and first stated his needs: "I need a method for refining a first-grade mid-level or high-level talisman, which can be settled on the spot with spirit stones."

"I do have a method for refining a mid-grade first-order talisman. If you want it, I'll give it to you cheaply for thirteen spirit stones."

Luo Fanchen took the talisman and examined it with his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

This talisman is indeed a mid-grade first-tier talisman called the "Illusion-Breaking Talisman." After use, ghosts with combat power below the late stage of Qi Refining cannot get close to it.

For him, who possessed the Soul Banner, it was no different from a useless item.

"Old Qin, you're talking nonsense! This thing is worth at most eight spirit stones. Fellow Daoist Ling invited you to the banquet and treated you with sincerity. Is this how you cheat your fellow Daoist?"

Grandma Zhang glared angrily, cursing and swearing without any restraint.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Old Man Qin muttered a few words: "A mid-grade first-tier item naturally costs thirteen spirit stones."

Of course, his talismans had many restrictions and were from an unorthodox method, so they were eventually sold for seven spirit stones.

"Why is there such a rush to acquire these talismans, sir? Once the Pavilion Master returns, you may choose any of the top-grade talismans from the Treasure Pavilion."

Yunmo whispered something in his ear, a hint of apology on his face.

Now that she has lost power, she can't help the adults for the time being, and she is quite worried.

Luo Fanchen nodded slightly, politely declining Yun Mo's offer, but then managed to acquire a low-grade first-tier magic robe in the trade.

This robe, named the Yuan River Robe, can withstand a full-force attack from a Qi Refining Stage 3 cultivator, and also reduces the damage from attacks by a Qi Refining Stage 2 cultivator.

With a heavy heart, Luo Fanchen decided to part with the ten spirit stones to buy Mo Xue's things.

As Mo Xue's cultivation level improves, he will inevitably engage in battles. Having a magic robe by his side will give him peace of mind.

Luo Fanchen did not participate in any further transactions. It wasn't until late at night that everyone took their leave, satisfied. Shou Rufeng had observed the entire process and finally stood up, cupped his hands, and smiled.

"I didn't realize you were a mid-grade first-tier talisman maker. Clan members are indeed extraordinary."

Shou Rufeng first flattered him, then lowered his voice and said seriously, "As you said, my brother, the situation is turbulent recently. The Yimu Sect is arrogant and domineering and may start a war at any time. My brother, try not to leave Feiyunfang."

"I have already reported your contribution points, and you will definitely not be recruited this time, so you can cultivate with peace of mind."

"Thank you very much, brother."

Luo Fanchen cupped his hands in thanks, while Shou Rufeng waved his hand apologetically.

"This old man Wang seems to have some connection with my Qinghe Sect. Even though I asked my senior brother for help, he couldn't be transferred away immediately."

"But rest assured, my brother, by the end of the month at the latest, this scoundrel's backer will surely fall from power."

Shou Rufeng got up to take his leave, muttering to himself, seemingly dissatisfied with having been snubbed by the filthy old man.

"Let him be arrogant for a while longer, then I'll kill him with my sword for my brother!"

After speaking, Shou Rufeng left the mansion. Yunmo briefly explained the Treasure Pavilion and his own current situation, but he also had to leave due to surveillance. Before leaving, the two agreed on a time to meet again.

“Miaoyin has already started to ostracize me. The Pavilion Master will probably return at the end of the month, and I will come to see the Lord in advance at that time.”

"Okay, but you need to be careful of Miaoyin. She might do something desperate."

Luo Fanchen nodded slightly, watched Yun Mo leave, and then exhaled a long breath.

He finally felt at ease. For the next period of time, he would continue to study talismans and focus on his cultivation. Once the Treasure Pavilion Master returned at the end of the month and the two Foundation Establishment cultivators were in charge, he would have no more worries.

(End of this chapter)