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

Chapter 15 The Secret Talk Between the Two Beauties
"Oh, Master Luo, you scared me to death!"

Ling Moxue sobbed uncontrollably, her lips and face were bloodless, and her whole body trembled with fear.

In her excitement, she didn't care about getting Luo Fanchen's Taoist robe dirty. She pressed her little head against his back, sobbing and whimpering, while her little fists pounded his back incessantly.

"Silly girl, it's alright now."

His back was damp and warm. Luo Fanchen felt helpless, but a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

He is loyal and sentimental, with a strong sense of responsibility and a gentle nature. He is an excellent candidate for cultivation. If it weren't for Ling Leng's background, he would probably have already joined the Daoist sect and become a dragon among men.

Come to think of it, I guess I got a bargain?
"Alright, a bet's a bet. I won't lay a hand on Ling Qiuyun."

Luo Fanchen stroked Ling Moxue's back gently, like petting a cat, while carefully wiping away her tears and snot through his sleeve. His brows were full of patience, without the slightest hint of disgust.

The girl had long been shrouded in the shadow of death, her mind was under extreme tension, and this was just the trigger. She broke down emotionally, tears streaming down her face, unable to calm herself down for a long time.

"Master Luo Luo?"

In front of her, Ling Qiuyun stood there blankly, her pretty face expressionless, her hand gripping the dagger tightly and then loosening it.

"It's a long story."

Luo Fanchen's arm was soaked with Ling Moxue's tears, and he was unable to comfort her for a while, feeling quite embarrassed.

Ling Qiuyun pursed her lips tightly, afraid that her elder sister would anger this demonic cultivator.

She took Ling Moxue's arm at the opportune moment, pulled her older sister into her embrace, and comforted her softly while giving Luo Fanchen an apologetic curtsy.

"During this time, my sister has been taken care of by Uncle Luo."

Ling Qiuyun's pretty face was submissive, but her beautiful eyes were cold. She gently stroked Ling Moxue's neck, her gaze lingering on her older sister's thin body under her hemp clothes.

Beneath Ling Moxue's thin collarbone, a dark red ghost face mark was unusually glaring, seemingly the blood of master and servant, but she dared not look closely in front of Luo Fanchen.

"You sisters have been separated for a long time, and you must have a lot to say. I'll have to trouble Qiuyun to help Moxue clean up and wash herself. Come see me this evening."

"Taking care of my elder sister is simply my duty."

Ling Qiuyun bowed her head respectfully, her face hidden from view. She was puzzled as to why the demonic cultivator surnamed Luo would let her be alone with her elder sister.

Even if it's just a test, she still has a chance to get some information about this demonic cultivator from her older sister.

As they parted, Ling Moxue wiped away her tears, her dirty little face turned away, and a hint of dependence appeared in her melancholy eyes.

Inside the openwork sandalwood screen, spring water murmurs.

A hazy mist rose, and a graceful figure appeared and disappeared. Ling Qiuyun's black hair, like a waterfall, reached her waist and barely covered her buttocks.

Compared to the underdeveloped Ling Moxue, she was tall and slender with cherry-red lips and delicate, plump fruit, already showing signs of becoming a fairy.

With a serene smile, she listened to Ling Moxue's rambling while gently combing her older sister's long hair with her delicate hands. The warm spring water flowed over her skin, making Ling Moxue's eyebrows crinkle with comfort, her face full of enjoyment.

The two sisters had not seen each other for two years and cherished the time they spent together.

"Qiuyun, don't worry. Master Luo is a man of his word and a very good person."

"A good person?"

Ling Qiuyun's lips trembled, and a hint of confusion flickered in her watery eyes.

She initially thought the demonic cultivator surnamed Luo was testing her or using some form of surveillance, but he remained in the main hall practicing breathing exercises, seemingly trying to make her sense his location.

He actually felt comfortable letting me and my older sister be alone together.
"Sister, can you tell me about Master Luo?"

"Hmph! That jerk, always so fierce, cold and cowardly, he only knows how to scare me with his commanding tone, I hate him so much."

"But...Master Luo gives me delicious food, teaches me cultivation, and feeds me expensive pills."

Ling Moxue tilted her chin up and pouted slightly. She lay back in Ling Qiuyun's arms, completely unguarded. Her words seemed to express disdain and disgust, but they were full of praise as they came out.

Ling Qiuyun narrowed her watery eyes, keenly sensing her elder sister's dependence on Luo Fanchen in her words.

She listened quietly, her gaze fixed on Ling Moxue's thin, bony body, her lips pressed into a faint curve.

Ankles, wrists, back—everywhere was covered in glaring bloodstains from scabbed-over skin. The skin was sallow, and the slightly swollen, red abdomen revealed clear ribs on both sides, indicating a deficiency of blood and energy.

Finally, her gaze focused on the ghost face and blood-stained markings under her sister's armpit. Her clenched hands turned white, yet she was powerless to let go.

A blood pact between master and servant.
"The injuries on my body were not inflicted by Master Luo."

Ling Moxue belatedly realized what was happening and awkwardly covered the scars on her body with her two small hands.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Qiu Yun's fair and smooth skin, her face fell, and she lowered her eyes in self-consciousness, forcing a smile as she said, "Master Luo fed me some spiritual medicine, and I will recover soon."

Ling Qiuyun took out the ointment, gently pulled her older sister into her arms, and carefully wiped the wound, her shoulders trembling slightly. "Sister, I'm sorry."

Ling Qiuyun's eyes were red. She listened quietly as her older sister recounted what had happened over the past few days. When she came to her senses, clear teeth marks were visible on her lips.

My sister is naive and inexperienced, and she's likely to be deceived by Luo Fanchen. She knows her father's methods and the supernatural powers of the Soul Banner well. Only the most cunning and ruthless demonic cultivators can defeat their father with the strength of the weak.

It's all her fault. If it weren't for her frail health, her father wouldn't have fallen into the demonic path, and her sister wouldn't have ended up like this.

Now that the blood pact between master and servant has been formed, if Luo Fanchen is truly a demonic cultivator, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Oh, right! I've already mastered cultivation, and Master Luo will continue to teach me. From now on, I'll be responsible for protecting Qiuyun."

Ling Moxue also noticed the blood pact between master and servant, and her eyes, hidden by her bangs, were also filled with sadness.

Ling Qiuyun kept her head down and remained silent. She trembled as she reached out her delicate hand, as if she wanted to touch the bloody marks under Ling Moxue's armpit, but her fingertips froze in mid-air.

"It's alright. If it weren't for Master Luo, I would already be dead in prison."

"Master Luo told me that as long as I join the Daoist sect, the blood pact will be severed, and I will be free."

Ling Moxue forced a smile, her voice gradually growing weaker.

She understood what the blood pact between master and servant meant. Master Luo might not be a demonic cultivator, but he was not a kind person either.

When faced with Ling Youdao's blood puppet, Master Luo pushed her out to take the blow without hesitation.

Ling Qiuyun shook her head almost imperceptibly. The Eight Great Dao Sects were colossal entities that had stood in the Eight Desolations for nearly ten thousand years, with Nascent Soul True Monarchs presiding over them.

His disciples are all young geniuses, and he has even heard of eighteen-year-old Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Although my elder sister possesses a superior spiritual root, unfortunately, she has been delayed for over ten years and lacks resources and background, making it absolutely impossible for her to join the Daoist sect.

"Sister, the cultivation world is far more treacherous and deceitful than the mortal world. Loose cultivators are scarce in resources and will stop at nothing to seek the Dao. A single spirit stone can turn fellow cultivators against each other and couples into enemies."

Ling Qiuyun placed her hands solemnly on her elder sister's shoulders, her pretty face serious: "Elder sister, do you know how much a spirit puppet like you is worth in the cultivation world?"

"One spirit stone?"

Ling Moxue shrank back and extended one finger. When Master Luo taught her cultivation, she had learned some common knowledge about the cultivation world.

A single spirit dust could help her attain enlightenment, let alone a spirit stone that is ten times more valuable.

Ling Qiuyun slowly shook her head, her pretty face serious, and said, "A top-grade dual-spiritual-root Heavenly Demon Spirit Puppet costs at least one hundred spirit stones, but often it takes double or even triple the price to get one for medicinal use."

"The Heavenly Demon Spirit Puppet can be used to refine the Evil Pill and practice the foundation-building method of the demonic path. Even if Master Luo is not a demonic cultivator, it is impossible for him to break the blood pact with you."

Ling Moxue hugged her knees and nodded silently. Ling Qiuyun softened her tone and combed her older sister's long hair, her pretty face lowered, revealing no expression.

"Master Luo is meticulous and decisive in his actions, yet he takes exceptional care of you. I'm always worried that he has ulterior motives."

"Hmph~ Alright, I only believe Qiuyun."

Ling Moxue noticed that her younger sister was in a bad mood, so she pretended to be relaxed and cheerfully splashed water around.

Ling Qiuyun rested her chin on Ling Moxue's forehead, her pretty face full of affection. She tightened her arms around her older sister's lower abdomen, holding her even closer.

"Perhaps I'm overthinking it. If Master Luo has ulterior motives, he could simply take you by force."

"Sister, please be patient for now. Once you have more power, you can make a decision. I will find a way to arrange the blood pact between master and servant."

She doesn't have much time left and is destined not to be able to accompany her older sister to the end.

At the same time, in the main hall of the county government building.

The straw figure made of yellow paper sat upright in the center, holding a spirit stone in its hands. Several simple array patterns beneath it slowly rotated, absorbing a pitiful amount of spiritual energy.

As for the master of the Gu puppet, he was currently surrounded by a hazy mist, his gaze fixed on the two women who were barely visible, his expression complex.

Ling Qiuyun was clever and quick-witted. Luo Fanchen did try to test the sisters by leaving them alone, but he was more skilled. After using a Gu puppet to cover his tracks, he took the last of his Breath Concealing Pill and secretly slipped into the mist to spy on them.

He had only intended to observe Ling Qiuyun's character, but unexpectedly, he was almost mistaken for a demonic cultivator by the girl, which made him smile.

"You're a very cautious girl, but since you genuinely care about Mo Xue, let's just say it's approved."

Luo Fanchen muttered to himself, and before the two women had changed their clothes, he made a hand seal and circulated his true energy into a few wisps of mist, his figure disappearing into the mist.

He could teach Ling Moxue, let alone this kind-hearted little girl.

From now on, with Mo Xue under her care, I can save myself a lot of trouble.

(End of this chapter)