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

Chapter 14 The Bet, Sisters

"Impossible, impossible!"

Inside the cave, Ling Moxue's lips trembled slightly as she staggered backward until her back pressed against the rock wall, at which point she curled up in a corner, hugging her knees.

“Ling Qiuyun was born with a deficiency in her meridians and her life is nearing its end. Ling Youdao only targeted your Heavenly Demon Puppet body in order to save her life.”

"If she doesn't possess another body, she will surely die."

Luo Fanchen spoke calmly, slowly pacing as he lifted a coffin, revealing Ling Youdao's corpse, which was carelessly covered with straw.

"This is the man who wiped out the entire Ling family, causing you to fall into this state. You already knew he was Ling Qiuyun's adoptive father."

How could she possibly stand aside?

Luo Fanchen did not comfort Ling Moxue, whose face was gloomy. After collecting Ling Youdao's body, he turned and walked out of the cave, leaving only one sentence behind.

"It's getting late. Come on, let's go see your dear sister one last time."

A light rain was falling. Luo Fanchen casually summoned the Soul Banner, and as he stepped out of the cave, the rainwater was automatically separated by an invisible force.

He walked several dozen meters before Ling Moxue followed him with her head drooping, looking lost and muttering incessantly, her lips trembling with sobs.

"Autumn Charm will not possess me."

Would I lie to you?

"I am Lord Buluo."

Ling Moxue hurriedly shook her head, afraid of angering Luo Fanchen, and could only mechanically plead and explain.

"Qiuyun wouldn't possess my body, Master Luo. There must be a misunderstanding. Please forgive her! I'm willing to renew the blood pact and serve you like a slave for the rest of my life. Please!"

"I only have Qiuyun as my family now."

Ling Moxue crawled to Luo Fanchen's feet using both hands and feet, but the latter did not stop.

Ling Moxue reached out to grab Luo Fanchen's ankle, but didn't dare to dirty his Taoist robe, so she could only timidly follow behind him, kneeling down to kowtow and beg, but was lifted up by an invisible force.

"Your wounds are just healing, so don't let your body get cold."

Luo Fanchen spoke calmly, glancing sideways at the girl's devastated and helpless face, and after a moment of contemplation.

"Since you're so persistent, let's make a bet."

"bet?"

Ling Moxue looked up at Luo Fanchen; her small face was delicate, and her almond-shaped eyes were blank.

Luo Fanchen bent down and gently wiped the mud off the girl's face with his sleeve, smiling slightly.

"Yes, let's bet on whether Ling Qiuyun will possess you."

"If Ling Qiuyun has no intention of possessing you, then I will consider myself defeated and spare her life."

After saying that, Luo Fanchen changed the subject, gently stroking the girl's face with the back of his hand to wipe away her tears: "If she really wants to possess you, then you lose."

"I'll bet! I'll bet!"

Ling Moxue quickly agreed, and Luo Fanchen narrowed his eyes and added.

"I won't stop the possession. If you lose, you'll lose everything, including your body. Even so, are you still going to gamble?"

“I bet! I know that what Master Luo values ​​is a body with a superior spiritual root. If Qiu Yun successfully possesses his body, I hope Master Luo will treat her as he would treat me.”

Ling Moxue wiped away her tears, her eyes red, but her face gradually hardened.

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback, then smiled and gently tapped Ling Moxue's head with his knuckles, took her little hand, and turned to go down the mountain.

"Alright, then I'll grant your wish."

Luo Fanchen shook his head slightly. The bet was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but a solution he had thought about for a long time.

If he truly misjudged the situation, and Mo Xue is willing to accept Ling Qiuyun without holding a grudge, then he has nothing to say and will simply fulfill his promise to entrust the child to him.

Conversely, if Ling Qiuyun is a malicious person, he will definitely kill her.

Yanyun City, the county magistrate's residence.

As dawn broke, the damp air carried the fresh scent of earth. Ling Qiuyun, her waist-length black hair cascading down like a waterfall, sat quietly in the mahogany corridor.

Her pretty face was thin, her willow-leaf eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her lips, which were lightly rouged, could not hide their slight pallor.

Six out of seven days have passed, and Father probably won't be coming back.

Ling Qiuyun's beautiful eyes were misty, her oval face showing a mixture of relief and sorrow.

She sat there for a long time, and as dawn broke, she went into the house, boiled a pot of spring water, and brewed several cups of her father's favorite spiritual tea.

After arranging the teapot and jade cups neatly, she knelt down, lifted her head, and held a poison pill in her mouth, pressing it against the back of her tongue.

Before long, a soul banner appeared in sight, approaching from afar.

Ling Moxue's pretty face fell. She could feel her blood connection with the Soul Banner and knew that her father was dead. She would take over as the master of the Soul Banner.

"My daughter, Ling Qiuyun, greets Uncle Cao."

Luo Fanchen stood outside the door, not entering immediately.

He cast out two paper puppets to carefully examine the county government. After confirming that there was no ambush, he gently patted Ling Moxue and let the girl follow behind him.

The courtyard was secluded and quiet. Luo Fanchen's gaze was fixed on Ling Qiuyun, who was kneeling in the corridor. Only after confirming that she was only at the first level of Qi Refining did he relax his vigilance slightly.

"I have long heard of the beauty of Magistrate Ling's daughter, and seeing her today, I can confirm that her reputation is well-deserved."

"Uncle Cao, you flatter me. Please have some tea."

Ling Qiuyun's pretty face was serene, and her plain-colored dress was elegant and appropriate.

She knelt down and rose, lowering her eyes to serve the fragrant tea, while keeping a close eye on Ling Moxue out of the corner of her eye.

At this moment, Sister Mo Xue's hands were bound behind her back with golden ropes, and there were obvious bruises on her wrists and calves, indicating that she had suffered greatly in Cao Mengde's hands.

Ling Qiuyun pressed her lips together in hatred, her heart aching terribly. Cao Mengde really did treat Sister Moxue like a demonic material, like a pig or a dog. She could almost see her sister appearing in the black market of cultivators, her skin peeled off by her knuckles, and made into ingredients for Foundation Establishment Pills.

Ling Qiuyun tried her best to keep a calm expression. While offering the spiritual tea with both hands, she secretly communicated with the soul banner using a magic spell and softly pleaded.

“I know why Uncle Cao has come. The legacy left by my father is indeed in my hands, and its value is no less than a hundred spirit stones. I am willing to hand it over to Uncle Cao along with the soul banner.”

"Your father was killed by me, don't you want revenge?"

Luo Fanchen sneered, dragging Ling Qiuyun over like a sheep, his gaze looking down at her with a strong sense of aggression.

Ling Qiuyun felt the hairs on her forearms stand on end, as if her gaze was being licked by a tongue, and she felt utterly disgusted.

A chill ran through her, but she forced herself to remain calm and gently shook her head.

“My father and I have fallen into the demonic path, causing suffering to countless lives, and this is our just punishment. Uncle Cao’s actions are acting on behalf of Heaven, and I have no complaints.”

"However, Sister Moxue is innocent. She is not a cultivator. Please spare her life."

"If you know she's innocent, why did you still try to possess her body?"

Luo Fanchen's eyes showed disdain, Ling Qiuyun's beautiful eyes dimmed, she stammered without being able to utter a single word, her lips already showing tender red teeth marks, she smiled bitterly at herself.

“My daughter deserves to die. I am willing to be executed by Uncle Cao and offer up my father’s legacy. Please spare the innocent.”

"Sisterly affection? Very good, I like sisters."

Luo Fanchen spoke frivolously, using his true essence to conjure a teacup out of thin air and casually dumping it at his feet.

The fragrant tea murmurs, but wherever it passes, poisonous miasma rises and tender grasses wither.

"Qiuyun is indeed a promising candidate for demon cultivation."

Ling Qiuyun's pupils dilated slightly, her pretty face filled with despair.

Before she could react, Luo Fanchen vanished into wisps of smoke and reappeared in front of her.

Her lips twitched, as if she was about to bite down on the pill under her tongue, but Luo Fanchen's large hand roughly gripped her jaw, preventing her lips and teeth from moving.

With a blank expression, he inserted his fingertips into his mouth and forcefully squeezed out the poison pill along with a few strands of saliva.

"cough cough"

Ling Qiuyun breathed softly, her delicate hands covering her chest as she coughed incessantly.

Her pretty face was flushed, her eyebrows were furrowed for a long time before they relaxed slightly, and the rouge on her lips, adorned with glistening water droplets, made her look even more beautiful.

“I will not kill you. I am here today to fulfill your father Ling Youdao’s wish and to help you seize his body.”

Luo Fanchen stared at the wet pill in his hand, then casually crushed it into powder.

He then untied the golden ropes binding Ling Moxue, pushed the girl in front of Ling Qiuyun, and threw a dagger at each of them.

"We demonic cultivators should take this upon ourselves."

"Qiuyun, you have annihilated your clan, endured the pain of blood transfusion, and painstakingly planned until now. Surely you won't disappoint me?"

Luo Fanchen rested his chin on his hand, seemingly enjoying the show, but in reality, he was poised to strike, determined to subdue the two women in an instant.

Before her, Ling Qiuyun lowered her eyes and remained silent. She picked up the dagger first and slowly approached Ling Moxue.

Her face was expressionless, and the dagger hummed softly as she channeled her true energy.

"Qiuyun, are you really going to possess me?"

"Tsk, I'll have to live the rest of my life with your body until I die, how disgusting."

Ling Qiuyun clicked her tongue, her eyes turning icy cold. She kicked another dagger in front of Ling Moxue and said, "Pick up the knife."

"Qiuyun, you want my body? I'll give it to you. I'm willing to give it to you."

"Stop pretending to be pitiful. I said pick up the knife."

Ling Qiuyun strode closer, her dagger aimed straight at Ling Moxue's brow. The latter dodged hastily, her almond-shaped eyes filled with tears.

Despite being the older sister, Ling Moxue was malnourished and was at least a head shorter than Ling Qiuyun, barely touching her chest.

"How long are you going to be so naive?"

Ling Qiuyun felt a pang of sorrow in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps, and she still felt a strong sense of suffocation. Her heart ached so much that she could barely hold the knife.

She was filled with despair. Resisting Cao Mengde would mean certain death for both her and her elder sister. At least, she wanted to protect her sister one last time.

Ling Qiuyun was filled with grief, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. She swung her knife at an extremely tricky angle, cutting several bloody gashes into Ling Moxue's shoulder, wrist, and lower abdomen.

The wound looks gruesome, but it only affects the surface of the skin.

It wasn't until Ling Moxue broke down and lost control that she instinctively grabbed the dagger.

A hint of relief flashed in Ling Qiuyun's eyes. She smiled slightly and, before her sister could react, threw her heart into the blade.

Even if Cao Mengde sells Mo Xue in the future, at least there is hope as long as she is alive.

"Sister, no matter how difficult it is, you must live on."

"Autumn Charm!"

Ling Moxue's face turned pale. She hurriedly drew her knife, but her wrist was in unbearable pain from the knife wound, so she hesitated for a moment.

Seeing that she was about to pierce her younger sister's heart with her own hands, Ling Moxue's pupils contracted violently, and she became dizzy and unable to hear anything.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Luo Fanchen was prepared. He grabbed Ling Qiuyun by the back of her neck and pulled her behind him. At the same time, he used two fingers to pinch the dagger that Ling Moxue was thrusting at him and easily twisted off the tip.

"Uncle Cao, you."

Ling Qiuyun's pretty face was filled with panic, fearing that Luo Fanchen would force her to possess his body.

Luo Fanchen softened his gaze, took a few steps to Ling Moxue's side, and gently wiped away the tears of the sobbing girl.

"you win."

(End of this chapter)