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

Chapter 16 Before the county magistrate died, he entrusted you to me.

As the sun sets in the west, the air inside the two-story building is filled with the gentle fragrance of incense.

On the square table carved from sandalwood, the glass lamps glowed with a soft, ethereal light.

The two sisters returned from their bath and bumped into Luo Fanchen, who was carrying snake soup out of the kitchen. Ling Qiuyun was slightly taken aback, immediately stepped aside to let him pass, and then belatedly thought of helping to take the soup from him.

"Uncle Luo, let me do it."

"Be careful, it's hot. This thing is very rare, it would be a shame to spill it."

Luo Fanchen gently shook his head, freeing one hand to gently rub Ling Qiuyun's little head, then nodded towards Mo Xue, whose almond eyes were sparkling.

"Go and clear the dishes."

"Oh, oh!"

Ling Moxue ran very fast, but she was clumsy because of the ointment on her body. Fortunately, Ling Qiuyun was quick and efficient and soon set out the bowls and chopsticks. Then, she crossed her hands in front of her chest and waited quietly with her sister for Luo Fanchen to take his seat.

"Sit down, sit down, don't be so formal."

Luo Fanchen shook his head and ruffled Ling Moxue's little head haphazardly; the girl's lips pouted slightly.

She hummed softly, tilting her chin up, but her head naturally brushed against his palm, feeling a ticklish sensation; she seemed to quite like it.

"Mo Xue is deficient in blood and qi, and Qiu Yun is unwell. It's a good time for you two to nourish yourselves."

Luo Fanchen smiled as he lifted the jade plate. The aroma of the demon beast meat, which had been sealed by his true essence, wafted out. It was sweet and fragrant, and for a moment, it made the two women feel dizzy. The saliva overflowing between their lips and teeth seemed to taste sweet.

Monster meat is extremely rare in the mortal realm, and is mostly used to refine elixirs that increase blood and qi. Only disciples of powerful clans can afford to eat it directly.

"Monster?"

Ling Qiuyun pursed her lips tightly, and her throat trembled slightly.

Having followed her father in cultivation for a long time, she naturally had extensive knowledge and experience. Just from the spiritual energy and vitality of the flesh and blood, she could tell that the snake soup was taken from a mid-grade first-level snake demon, and from the most essential seven-inch part, which was likely worth more than a spirit stone.

For any independent cultivator, this was a huge investment.

"Yes, this snake wreaked havoc on the Four Paths Mountain Range. After it was killed, I used a spirit-gathering array to disperse some of the spiritual power in its flesh and blood. Even those at the first level of Qi Refining can eat it."

Luo Fanchen's mouth was also frantically secreting saliva. Although the demon snake had fallen in cultivation level, its physical body still had a mid-grade vitality.

For someone at the fourth level of Qi Refining, it was also an excellent tonic.

"Uncle Luo, this is too much trouble for you. It's too valuable."

Ling Qiuyun lowered her eyes, her heart filled with vigilance, yet her stomach churned like a drum, causing her pretty face to flush slightly, a hint of embarrassment in her expression.

Ling Moxue was even more miserable. She licked her lips with her tongue, swallowed her saliva incessantly, and stared at Luo Fanchen with bright almond eyes, like a little dog begging for food.

Luo Fanchen smiled and was about to serve soup to Mo Xue when Ling Qiuyun had already filled the jade bowl, stood up respectfully, and presented it to Luo Fanchen with both hands.

"Uncle Luo, please go first."

Luo Fanchen instinctively reached for Mo Xue, but quickly noticed Qiu Yun's intense gaze, and his smile faded slightly.

This little girl is being overly cautious.

He silently took the jade bowl, nodded slightly, and took a small sip. Only then did Ling Qiuyun serve a small bowl to Mo Xue, but she did not serve herself any soup.

She lowered her eyes and walked to Luo Fanchen's side, respectfully serving him.

The flickering candlelight created a somber atmosphere, and the girl's tense breathing could be heard.

"I don't need these rules here."

After a while, Luo Fanchen's expression softened. He personally poured Ling Qiuyun a bowl of snake soup, tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, and gestured for the girl to sit down.

Ling Qiuyun gracefully bowed and took her seat, her pretty face serene, but her delicate hands, hidden beneath her sleeves, trembled slightly.

"It'll get cold if we don't eat it soon."

Luo Fanchen sipped the meat soup, savoring its sweet and savory flavor, and his initial displeasure vanished instantly.

Ling Moxue's mouth was drooling uncontrollably. She wiped her lips several times, and only after Qiu Yun took a few sips of snake soup did she pick up the jade bowl and gulp it down, almost burying her face in the bowl.

The rice grains were plump and distinct, the meat broth was savory and sweet, and the aroma was irresistible. With just one sip, a warm current spread along the esophagus to every part of the body. The taste buds were delighted, and after just two small bites, fine beads of sweat appeared on the sisters' foreheads. Their internal organs felt warm, and vitality overflowed through their three main meridians.

When the two women came to their senses, even the reserved Ling Qiuyun had empty bowls, not a single grain of rice left.

"belch--"

Ling Qiuyun covered her mouth in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush, and her pale, sickly skin gained a touch of vitality.

Snake soup was precious, so each person was given a small bowl of mixed spirit porridge. Luo Fanchen only took a few sips before pouring the remaining half into the two sisters' bowls.

Mo Xue sobbed and thanked them, then picked up the bowl and swept the rice grains away. Qiu Yun was rather shy, and demurely tucked her hair behind her ear before continuing to sip the porridge. The pent-up turbidity in her internal organs felt somewhat relieved.

This Uncle Luo seems easier to get along with than I imagined?
"Qiuyun, your father was killed by me, do you hate me?"

Luo Fanchen rested his chin on his hand, calmly gazing at the girl's slightly apprehensive face.

Ling Qiuyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly shook her head with a bitter expression. Her earlobes, hidden beneath her hair, were pink and glistening.

"I only hate my own incompetence. If it weren't for my crippled body, Father would not have fallen into the demonic path. Uncle Luo's intervention can be considered as acting on behalf of Heaven."

"Is this so?"

Luo Fanchen narrowed his eyes. He could see that Ling Qiuyun's fingers were clenched so tightly they were white. He sighed softly.

“The county magistrate had good intentions. Although he fell into the demonic path, he still managed to rid Yanyun City of a scourge before his death. I have already collected his body. You may bury him.”

After speaking, Luo Fanchen took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of Ling Moxue's mouth as she licked the bottom of the bowl clean.

He had entrusted the disposal of Ling Youdao's body to Mo Xue, which naturally required her consent.

"Mo Xue, what do you think?"

"I'll listen to Master Luo."

Ling Moxue rubbed her tiger teeth, trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart.

She desperately wanted to drag Ling Youdao out and mutilate his corpse, but she was also afraid of upsetting Qiu Yun.

"On behalf of my father and the people of Yanyun City, I thank Uncle Luo."

Ling Qiuyun covered her cheeks with her hands, her voice trembling, and at the same time, her opinion of Luo Fanchen changed slightly.

Since his father, a county magistrate, had fallen into demonic possession, Luo Fanchen could use his father's corpse to claim a reward from the Qinghe Sect, at least obtaining two spirit stones.

He was actually willing to return the corpse to me. Even if he had other motives, his willingness to go to such lengths showed a vision and courage far beyond that of ordinary demonic cultivators.

"Furthermore, before the county magistrate passed away, he entrusted you to me."

"Entrust?"

Ling Qiuyun was slightly taken aback, her dim eyes refocusing, seemingly quite surprised.

After her father fell into demonic possession, he became suspicious and cruel, and no longer trusted anyone else. How could he entrust her to his mortal enemy?
“That’s good. If you’re willing, you can cultivate with Mo Xue from now on.”

After saying this, Luo Fanchen took out Ling Youdao's storage bag from his bosom, opened it in front of Qiu Yun, and handed it to the girl after confirming that it had not been touched.

Ling Qiuyun's nose twitched slightly. Her hand trembled as she tried to take it, but her fingertips recoiled and withdrew.

"Since this item has been obtained by Uncle Luo, it should naturally belong to you. How could I possibly take it back?"

"Think it over carefully and give me an answer tonight."

Luo Fanchen did not take back the storage bag. He turned around and instructed Mo Xue to clean up the dishes before getting up and walking back to the side room.

Anyway, Ling Qiuyun couldn't escape his grasp, so it didn't matter who had the storage bag; on the contrary, it would gain the girl's trust.

Ling Qiuyun was lost in thought for a long time before she finally clenched the storage bag and held it tightly to her chest.

How strange, ten spirit stones given away so easily, and besides, a father entrusting his son to someone else, it's simply a fantasy.

Luo Fanchen was able to open the storage bag's restriction; she couldn't think of any other possibility besides her father's permission.

She couldn't see through Uncle Luo.

(End of this chapter)