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

Chapter 80 Slaughter, the Power of the Soul Banner (Part 1 & 2, please subscribe~)

"Noisy."

Luo Fanchen looked down at him with disdain and said, "It is an honor for you to enter my soul banner."

A chilling wind swept over him, soul banners danced, and moonlight poured down. Luo Fanchen was domineering and fierce like a ghost, and Chenmian and the others dared not look him in the eye, their hearts filled with bitterness and despair.

They had no doubt about Luo Fanchen's identity.

True holy sect demon cultivators act tyrannically and barbarically, especially the Heavenly Demon Sect, which values ​​following one's own will. Its disciples who receive the Xuanzhang Law have all crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and they are extremely harsh on the vassals of other sects.

On a whim, it's not uncommon for them to destroy a few vassals of friendly sects to refine magical treasures.

"grown ups."

His face contorted with anger as he pleaded desperately, a flash of fierceness passing through his eyes.

He was also a demonic cultivator, someone who licked the edge of a blade and had countless lives on his hands; how could he sit idly by and wait to die?

Although his soul was suppressed by the Soul Banner, as long as he destroyed the Seven Desires Staff himself, the suppression of the demonic power would naturally disintegrate, and he would still have a chance to resist, but at a great cost. At least 30% of his skills would be in his natal demonic treasure.

"What? You are unwilling to contribute to the great cause of my Holy Church?"

Luo Fanchen snorted lightly, his eyes filled with icy killing intent, pressing forward step by step. The demon cultivators trembled with fear, their hesitation and bitterness gradually turning into ferocity. As they trembled incessantly, they all gripped their natal demonic treasures tightly.

This adult made no attempt to conceal his murderous intent; they knew there was absolutely no possibility of a peaceful resolution.

They were ready to fight to the death! After entering the Soul Banner, they knew that life would be worse than death, and as fellow demonic cultivators, they naturally knew what fate awaited them if they fell into the hands of the Heavenly Demon Sect cultivators.

"My lord, why must you press this so hard?"

"What? If it weren't for your Heart Demon Temple's desperate pleas, would I have come to this desolate place? You have troubled me, so you must pay the price."

Luo Fanchen sneered. Upon hearing this, the fierceness in Chenmian and the others' eyes softened slightly. They looked at each other for a long time, unsure of what to do.

They truly did not want to provoke the sect, especially since the other party had come to aid the sect.

But they didn't want to die either; what use would a sect be if they lost their lives?

"We beg Your Excellency to have mercy. From now on, we are willing to serve you as slaves and servants. Please spare our lowly lives."

"You lowly creatures, I am not asking for your opinions. Fine, you are all worthless. I will take what I want myself."

After speaking, Luo Fanchen's killing intent surged, and the true essence of the Yi Wood in his meridians roared like a drawn sword, its power unstoppable.

With the soul banner in his hand transforming into a sword, Luo Fanchen's figure disappeared into the yin mist. Chenmian and the others gritted their teeth and no longer hesitated. They shattered the Zen staffs beside them and vomited mouthfuls of blood. The oppressive feeling in their souls finally dissipated.

"So what if he's a demonic cultivator from the Holy Sect? He's still only at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Let's fight him!"

With a furious expression and a roar, his blood and qi surged within him. He activated a secret technique to burn his essence and blood, suppressing the backlash from his natal demonic treasure. At the same time, his cultivation aura returned to its peak, his entire body turning crimson and burning hot, like an erupting volcano.

"roll--"

The stern shout, imbued with true energy, was as startling as muffled thunder; it was clearly some kind of superior sonic technique, specifically designed to attack the soul.

Unfortunately, under the protection of the Soul Banner, Luo Fanchen was not affected in the slightest. His killing intent suddenly arose and his physique was activated. In the state of Sword Bone, his six senses were fully stimulated, and the scene in his eyes gradually lengthened and slowed down.

"Cloud and Rain Sword—"

The water shimmered like a rainbow, arriving in an instant, like an endless drizzle.

Hundreds of blood flowers burst from the bodies of the demon cultivators at the same time. Despite their screams and cries, they did not lose their fighting spirit and kept searching for Luo Fanchen's figure. Unfortunately, they were trapped in the Yinghuo Illusion Array, which blinded their senses, and they could not sense even the slightest trace of his aura.

"Damn."

With a face full of anger and resentment, despite the Cloud Water Sword's lack of power, its sword light was relentless. Even though he was a body-refining cultivator, after enduring thousands of strikes, he was cleaved into a bloody mess, his body revealing his white bones.

"Earthquake!"

With a fierce expression, he shouted, and the demonic cultivators beside him also unleashed their earth-attribute true essence, instantly turning the thick earth beneath their feet into a swamp, finally managing to catch a glimpse of Luo Fanchen's aura.

"This person is a cultivator. If we restrict his movement, we still have a chance to get close!"

After speaking, Chenmian condensed earth-elemental true essence into a colorful hammer in his hand, swung his body around, and wherever the hammer passed, spiritual energy surged, causing a huge wind to rise throughout the valley, as if trying to blow away the gloomy mist.

"die--"

Several demonic cultivators made hand seals, and hundreds of earthen cones instantly condensed in the swamp. These cones were covered with fire-attribute true essence, burning hot and scorching. At the same time, they instantly sealed off all of Luo Fanchen's escape routes and rained down like meteors.

"It's better than the one at Xianshuiju."

Luo Fanchen nodded slightly; the scorching hot soil cone that arrived in an instant seemed to him as slow as a tortoise crawling.

He casually raised the soul banner and smashed several earthen spikes, dodging them all with a few quick, leisurely movements, his clothes remaining completely untouched by dust.

Is this the effect of the sword bone? No wonder Mo Xue's combat skills far surpass those of her peers; even a 30% success rate is enough to give her an overwhelming advantage over ordinary cultivators.

"The Colorful Earth Hammer!"

Chenmian was also slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting Luo Fanchen to dodge all of them. Fortunately, the fire cones barely restricted his position. He quickly seized the opportunity, cracked the ground with his feet, and soared into the sky. The giant hammer in his hand was like Mount Tai pressing down, directly hitting Luo Fanchen's forehead.

"die!"

"A superior technique, indeed quite effective."

Luo Fanchen narrowed his eyes. His movement was restricted, and he could not block the colorful giant hammer with only the Cloud Rain Sword that was released instantly.

The Heavenly Star Burst and the Purple River Chariot Technique also require time to condense. Of course, he could also summon the Soul Banner to command the ghosts to block the blade, but there was no need for that.

He directly summoned the Record of the Eight Desolate Demonesses, focusing his gaze on the spells section.

Technique: Fire Curse Three-Part Yuanqi Sword (20/300) He directly consumed 150 Admiration Points to max out the Three-Part Yuanqi Sword. After upgrading it to the beginner level, the Yi Wood True Yuan circulated through the Ren and Du meridians, and then transformed into sword energy through the Chong meridian, emerging from the Shao Yang meridian.

"Three-part Yuanqi Sword"

Luo Fanchen drew his sword and turned around. The sword in his hand transformed into dozens of swords that were both real and illusory, making them difficult to discern.

"Little tricks!"

The sword light was chilling, and he gritted his teeth, thinking that the sword energy was still within his physical limits. He had originally planned to take the blow head-on and severely injure his opponent.

Unexpectedly, Luo Fanchen held the sword upside down, and dozens of sword energies condensed at the same time in one place, like an inverted galaxy. The sharpness was concentrated at the tip of the sword, which made the scattered and invisible sword energy condense into a substance, which was unstoppable. Before it even made contact, his forearm was stinging.

Is this... sword energy taking shape? Is this person a sword cultivator?
The angry man was terrified. The formed sword energy could easily shatter his protective true essence. His powerful physical body was no match for the formed sword energy. Only by cultivating a domineering body could he withstand this attack.

Will die, will die
"Pfft-"

The giant hammer clashed with the sword, and the grinding sound of metal cutting into flesh was incessant.

The giant, colorful hammer shattered layer by layer. Anmian barely managed to turn his body to the side, but his right arm was severed at the root, almost being cut in two by a single sword strike.

Luo Fanchen was also knocked back several meters by the immense force of the hammer. The soul banner in his hand revealed its true form, deeply embedded in the ground, leaving a mark more than ten meters long before he finally managed to stop.

"Such strength! No wonder it's a major taboo for body cultivators to get close."

Luo Fanchen felt a tightness in his chest, yet he grew increasingly excited. The sword bone within him hummed, and a strong killing intent urged him to fight a bloodthirsty battle.

Body cultivators possess incredibly strong bodies, capable of splitting mountains with their strength. Apart from orthodox sword cultivators, they are virtually invincible in close combat.

However, it doesn't seem as strong as he expected. Among the vassal temples, Xinmo Temple is considered above average. This Chenmian is clearly an elite. If he gets serious, to be honest, he could defeat him in five moves.

His combat strength is at least at the level of a disciple of the same rank in the Daoist sect.

"Don't worry about me, hurry up! This guy took a hit from my hammer, and his true energy is dissipating and sluggish. Don't miss this opportunity."

Blood streamed down his face as he gasped for breath, but a glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes as he called upon his fellow disciples to form an array and surround Luo Fanchen. Even a seventh-level Body Tempering cultivator would be severely injured if they took a blow from him; no matter how strong a demonic cultivator was, a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator was still only at that level, with limited protective true essence, and would inevitably suffer considerable damage.

"Outnumbering the enemy?"

Luo Fanchen took a light breath, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Heh, you won't listen to reason, so don't blame us for using numbers against you. After all, you are a high-ranking disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

"Of course I won't blame you. Demonic cultivators should use every means to fight outnumbered opponents."

Luo Fanchen smiled, ignoring the demonic cultivators attacking from all sorts of tricky angles. He planted the soul banner in his hand into the ground and softly called out, "Qiuyun."

"coming!"

The soul banner whistled, and Qiu Yun's soul appeared, her pretty face ashen and ferocious, her three thousand strands of black hair dancing in the wind, fierce as a ghost.

"Exorcism: Hundred Ghosts March!"

Autumn Charm, in a white dress that reached the ground, floated like a fairy. Her hands formed the Water of Hai Water incantation. As her soul surged, the soul banner hummed and danced. The blood patterns on the ground reversed, revealing the five elements, and spread rapidly outward, as if coating the thick soil with a layer of blood.

Before long, nearly a hundred ghosts struggled out of the formation, bursting from the ground, covered in blood, and appearing frenzied.

More than twenty ghosts and dozens of fierce spirits roared and howled, instantly turning the entire valley into a chilling, bone-chilling place. The noses of the group were filled with a strong, putrid stench mixed with the smell of blood, and the only sound they could hear was the screeching of fingernails scraping against metal, which sent shivers down the spines of the demon cultivators.

These wandering souls were all captured by Luo Fanchen from their Seven Desires Staff, and after being refined by Qiu Yun, they have completely belonged to the Soul Banner.

"Damn it!"

A chilling wind blew, and the demonic cultivators had no choice but to retreat, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

As the original owners of these ghosts, they knew that these things were extremely resentful. With the blessing of the soul banner, their ferocity was fully unleashed, making them incredibly malevolent and capable of devouring them alive.

"Spare our lives, Your Excellency! We are willing to be enshrined in the Soul Banner!"

"Too late, let's see if they'll let you off the hook."

Luo Fanchen stood with his hands behind his back. Upon hearing this, Qiu Yun released a demon, and immediately, wails and screams filled the air, with blood gushing everywhere.

The angry-faced man had his limbs and head torn off while he was still alive. Several demonic cultivators had their internal organs ripped out and were eaten alive, starting from their intestines. They were then possessed and raped. The overflowing blood stained the ground crimson, making it look like a living hell.

Even after their souls left their bodies, they were still subjected to torture. Their souls were torn apart dozens of times by crazed evil spirits before they were escorted into the soul banner to continue the torture.

As for the angry-faced one, it received the favor of the ghosts and was tormented to the point of almost going insane in a short time.

"My lord, please kill me."

He cried out in pain and begged, but Luo Fanchen coldly watched as he was dragged into the Soul Banner, where endless torture awaited the group of demonic cultivators.

"Qiuyun, help me collect these internal organs and essence."

Luo Fanchen casually gave the order, and Qiu Yun summoned several more ghostly servants to carefully clean up the battlefield. Only after the ten heavy storage bags were put into the soul banner and it was confirmed that nothing was missing did he slowly walk towards Yuan Chun and the other two, who were already stunned by the shock.

"Your Majesty"

Yuan Chun's skirt and trousers were soaked with sweat, her pupils trembled violently, and she had suffered several mental breakdowns, barely able to utter a complete sentence.

She dared not look at Luo Fanchen's face at all, and scrambled to her feet, then knelt on the ground, burying her face deep in the soil.

"Thank you for saving me, sir!"

She kept kowtowing, mechanically repeating words of gratitude, having long since lost the courage to face Luo Fanchen.

Before her stood the legendary orthodox demonic cultivators. In comparison, the Heart Demon Temple cultivators, who had almost become her nightmares, were slaughtered without leaving a trace simply for a slight offense.

Falling into the hands of such a demonic cultivator would be even more tragic than becoming a plaything; one would truly beg for death but be unable to.

"Little insect, since you saved my life, how can I repay this kindness?"

"We are willing to repay your kindness with our lives. If you do not mind, we are willing to commit suicide to express our gratitude. Our remaining bodies will be used as materials for you to refine magical treasures, in order to repay your great kindness!"

"You dare to be my demonic material?"

Luo Fanchen snorted softly. Yuan Chun's tears mixed with snot stained her face.

In the hands of the true disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, even a swift death is a luxury.

"Looked up."

"No."

Luo Fanchen removed his human face mask, revealing his original features. Yuan Chun lowered her head, knowing that seeing his face would surely mean her death.

"I said, look up at me!"

Luo Fanchen's voice turned cold, and Yuan Chun was struck as if by lightning. She shakily raised her head and saw a face with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, with a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance. His nose was high and straight. He could not be considered handsome, but he was handsome enough.

Her small face froze slightly as she immediately recognized the other party's identity as the rogue cultivator who had been defeated by Mo Xue in one move.

"how?"

"A mark of heaven and earth!"

Luo Fanchen couldn't help but chuckle, and calmly said, "Since you recognize me, you should know about my relationship with Li Miaoyun."

"If I had known earlier that Sister Miaoyun had the protection of an adult, how could my master have dared to make things difficult for her in the slightest?"

Yuan Chun's voice choked with emotion; overwhelmed with fear and grievance, she was on the verge of tears.

Today, she faces certain death; what awaits her now is likely endless torment by the soul banner.

"Do you want to live?"

"My lord, are you willing to forgive our offense?"

A glimmer of hope flashed in Yuan Chun's lifeless eyes. She wanted to hug Luo Fanchen's ankle and beg, but she was afraid of offending him, so she could only keep kowtowing and begging until her forehead was covered in blood and flesh, but she did not dare to stop.

"Considering the good deeds of your ancestors, I am in a good mood and will release the restrictions on your souls. After I implant the soul imprint, I will spare your lives."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir."

Yuan Chun's expression changed slightly, but compared to being imprisoned in the Soul Banner and suffering endless torment, becoming a servant was the best choice.

Even a powerful late-stage Qi Refining demonic cultivator from the Heart Demon Temple was no match for this person; she had absolutely no courage to resist.

Qingru and Manyun had already fainted. Yuanchun injected true essence into the two of them to help them release the restrictions on their divine sense. After the soul banner planted the mark, they felt that Luo Fanchen's figure in front of them was becoming taller and more majestic. Just by looking at him, they dared not disobey him in the slightest.

Clearly, their lives were in the hands of the adults.

"Your lives now belong to me. If you have the chance to return in the future, you should know what to do, right?"

"We are willing to serve you like dogs and horses, and from now on we will definitely take Feiyunfang branch as our main business!"

"Hehe, you're on the right track. Remember not to reveal my identity as a member of the Holy Sect. How you advise your master is none of my business."

Luo Fanchen sneered, took the three people's storage bags, took a large piece of second-tier essence beast meat, and threw the remaining half and pills back to Yuan Chun, ordering her to clean up the traces nearby.

"I need your help when I meditate to heal my wounds."

After observing Yuan Chun for a long time and confirming that she had no courage to resist, Luo Fanchen concealed himself in the Yin Wind, swallowed a Qi Condensation Pill, summoned the Soul Banner, and played with several storage bags, overjoyed.

That's really clever of them to double-cross each other!

(End of this chapter)