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

Chapter 2 Records of the Eight Desolate Demonesses

[Binding failed; insufficient admiration points for the demoness]

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback, and only after a few breaths did he realize that what was in front of him was not an illusion.

He carefully reached out and touched the seal script. The seal script twisted and instantly turned into a gilded book with only two pages inside. The first page contained information about Ling Moxue.

Ling Moxue, the Witch of the Mortal World (With the sword in my hand, I will cut down all mortals)

[Golden Fire Superior Spiritual Root, Current Admiration Value: -5]

Luo Fanchen swept his fingertip across the screen, and only basic information and admiration value were displayed upon touching it. The subsequent content was dim, as if it were in an unlocked state.

Judging from the symbols, the highest admiration value is five points, while -5 probably represents a blood feud.

The second page contains his own information.

Name: Luo Fanchen

【Shouyuan: 30/70】

[Spiritual Roots: Five Elements Spiritual Roots]

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Stage 3]

[Technique: Longevity Technique, Level 3 (900/1000)]

【术法：火咒诀初学（30/100）乙木盾精通（20/100）金蝉脱壳精通（80/100）烟云遁大成（1/100）】

[Currently available enchantresses to bind: 1; Current accumulated admiration points: 0]

Luo Fanchen's pupils contracted slightly. While panting heavily, he desperately urged the meager spiritual power within his body to confirm that he was not under an illusion.

After two decades of hardship, why are you only arriving now?

Luo Fanchen almost burst into tears. Was this the cheat code from his past life?
He made a simple observation and, combined with his own mastery of magic and the color of the panel, determined the level of proficiency in the magic.

Beginner, proficient, master—each of these stages requires at least several years of normal practice. Whether there are other levels is still unknown.

The so-called admiration points should be used to improve one's magical skills, and the object of the production is naturally Ling Moxue in front of us.

"Master Xianxian?"

Behind him, the old jailer's face was contorted with worry as he knelt down and bowed, his trembling body trembling. He saw that Luo Fanchen's expression was uncertain and was afraid that he would be implicated.

"Get up, I'm taking her out."

"Immortal Master, this wicked creature is vicious. My magistrate has personally ordered its demise."

"It's alright, just put it on my tab. If your county magistrate has any objections, he can come and find me in person."

Luo Fanchen casually pried open Ling Moxue's chin, stuffed a rag into her lips, and tossed out a few pieces of silver. The old jailer was overjoyed and strolled away.

In the eyes of the Taoist sect, he was no different from an ant. How much different were these mortals in his eyes? It was just a matter of the big fish eating the small fish.

After a while, the streets were bustling with traffic. Luo Fanchen held a heavy iron chain more than two meters long in his hand, the front end of which was tied to the collar around Ling Moxue's neck. The demoness's hands were bound behind her back, and she walked unsteadily.

Ordinary people along the way stopped and cast strange glances at Ling Moxue, their eyes filled with disdain and anger. If it weren't for Luo Fanchen's status as a celestial master, he would have been attacked with rotten vegetables and stones long ago.

"You have a terrible reputation."

Luo Fanchen's face remained calm, oblivious to the noise around him. Ling Moxue bit her lip tightly, lowered her head, and her red almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears.

Countless resentful gazes felt like burning hot irons, and her intense pride almost melted her.

"What is your name."

Luo Fanchen casually removed the rag from the girl's mouth.

"brute."

"Not mute?"

Luo Fanchen was not in a hurry and continued to lead Ling Moxue through the streets, asking questions as they went, dozens of times in a row.

Ling Moxue went from initially cursing to gradually sobbing and falling silent, until finally, exhausted and overcome with rage, she fainted. She was revived by Luo Fanchen injecting spiritual energy, and then dragged along like a sheep in a procession.

As night deepened and he had traversed half the city, Luo Fanchen's problem remained unchanged.

"What is your name."

She asked every five steps until dawn broke and the number of pedestrians on both sides of the street increased. Exhausted, Ling Moxue finally spoke.

"You shameless person. You know the answer already."

"What is your name."

"Are you deaf, Ling Muxue!"

"What is your name."

After several attempts, Ling Moxue, like a defeated rooster, hung her head listlessly and mumbled, "Ling Moxue."

Little killer, I can't handle you.

Luo Fanchen stopped and gave Ling Moxue a teasing smile.

Ling Moxue rubbed her tiger teeth incessantly, her haggard face seemingly trying to express hatred, yet also fear from the bottom of her heart.

After pausing for a moment, Luo Fanchen saw that his goal had been achieved. Now the entire Yanyun City knew that Ling Moxue was the Immortal Master's possession, which was enough to deter villains.

Even if a cultivator were to spy on him, he would hesitate to act rashly if he did not reveal his cultivation level.

This little killer is safe for now. Late at night, Luo Fanchen led Ling Moxue through the entire city of Yanyun.

Along the way, he observed and memorized more than ten feasible escape routes, and near the edge of the city wall, he designated four residences.

After carefully setting up paper puppets to conceal his identity, Luo Fanchen randomly chose a place to stay.

The path was secluded and deep, and the mansion was extremely large, with a courtyard-style structure and more than ten main rooms.

Luo Fanchen deliberately chose a small room where goods were stored, simply because the soil there was loose and suitable for digging a tunnel.

Luo Fanchen made a hand seal and cast a dust-cleansing talisman. Although this talisman was of low quality, it could remove dust, and in less than a few breaths, the room was completely refreshed.

"This will be your place from now on. Take a rest first, and we'll talk again tomorrow."

Luo Fanchen took out half a stick of incense from his sleeve, lit it, and then casually sliced ​​off the shackles on Ling Moxue's body by pointing at the bluestone floor tiles in front of the bed.

The girl felt relaxed, her lips slightly pursed as she bit Luo Fanchen's tiger's mouth hard. After feeling the pain, she used both hands and feet to escape through the window.

Luo Fanchen smiled and flicked out several pale gold ropes, which nimbly passed under Ling Moxue's armpits and calves, binding her tightly like a rice dumpling.

"cheap"

"Ok?"

Ling Moxue's nose twitched, and she finally succumbed to Luo Fanchen's tyranny.

With wary eyes, she shifted her position cautiously, quietly shuffling to the corner furthest from Luo Fanchen. She curled up, hugging her knees, and as she moved, she touched the bruises on her back and wrists, causing her eyes to tremble slightly in pain, but she didn't utter a sound.

She had long been accustomed to the harsh conditions of death row, and now that she was freed from her chains and had a clean floor, she considered it paradise.

She hadn't slept for several days, and after a moment of stalemate, she smelled the faint scent of pine wood and felt a little dizzy.

In just a few breaths, Ling Moxue remained curled up and fell into a deep sleep.

After the girl's breathing stabilized, Luo Fanchen slowly opened his eyes, got up, and blew out the incense.

Ling Moxue was like a stray cat she had just picked up, in a state of being unable to communicate and her fur standing on end.

Unfortunately, the girl had been weak for a long time and had many hidden injuries. If not treated simply, it might damage her foundation. Fortunately, medicine was convenient to treat her.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, your daughter is not easy to deal with."

Luo Fanchen sighed softly, casually poured out a low-grade healing pill, dissolved it in hot water, and infused it with his true essence.

Soon, the liquid gradually thickened, forming a light brown paste similar to an ointment.

Luo Fanchen laid Ling Moxue flat, finally getting a full glimpse of the girl's face.

Ling Moxue was thin with her ribs showing, and her development was much slower than that of her peers; she was only about 1.5 meters tall.

Her forearms and thighs were covered with purplish-blue bloodstains, clearly from a combination of old and new wounds that had not yet scabbed over and were prone to infection and suppuration.

Dark red bruises were visible on the joints and neck, and red whip marks on the back could be seen under the tattered clothes.

"tsk"

Luo Fanchen frowned and clicked his tongue. Ling Moxue had almost no redeeming qualities. If he had arrived a few days later, the girl might have succumbed to the torment and died.

He dissolved the ointment in his palm and carefully rubbed it along Ling Moxue's neck.

The girl winced in pain, her brows furrowed in pain, and though she was not yet fully conscious, she still let out a suppressed roar.

Ling Moxue instinctively and viciously bit his palm, tearing and nibbling, even though her lips and teeth were overflowing with blood, she still scratched and tore at it with her nails.

Luo Fanchen's movements paused slightly as he keenly sensed the girl's undisguised killing intent, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

This woman is ruthless and has a natural bloodlust. She is a demon in the making who could wipe out more than twenty of her own blood relatives. Can he really tame her?

Ling Moxue's admiration for him is negative five, only because it can only be displayed up to negative five.

According to the Records of the Eight Desolate Demonesses, he estimated that the required admiration points for binding were around two to three. He might never be able to educate and bind Ling Moxue in his entire life.

"This girl's temperament may become a great problem in the future. Teaching her to cultivate herself would do more harm than good to me."

Luo Fanchen's tiger's mouth was wet and numb. He muttered to himself, his killing intent rising.

He is a wolf cub who murdered his mother and killed his own family; he is born rebellious, but he can still suppress him for now.

But if he were to teach Ling Moxue to cultivate, with her superior spiritual root, she could catch up with him in just a few years. Would he suffer the same backlash from the girl as his mother?
While hesitating, Luo Fanchen had already reversed his grip on the sword, and with just a thought, he could take the woman's head.

This woman is unbindable and is nothing more than a burden to him. As for that Foundation Establishment spiritual object, he is only at the third level of Qi Refining. If he cultivates step by step, he will hardly reach the ninth level in this lifetime, let alone Foundation Establishment.
"Forgive me, Fellow Daoist Ling."

Luo Fanchen's eyes flashed with a fierce light; having witnessed the cruelty of the cultivation world, he had become sensitive and suspicious.

He couldn't bear having a ticking time bomb by his side, even if he couldn't get the benefits.

"Hmm hmm"

The sword tip was inches from the girl's neck, but Ling Moxue let out a soft groan, tears welling in her eyes and wetting her clothes.

Her battered body was emaciated and curled up, her pale face contorted in pain. The lips and teeth that had been biting him on the tiger's mouth gradually loosened, as if she had just emerged from a nightmare. Her small tongue, streaked with blood, darted out and gently licked the bite marks on his tiger's mouth.

The girl wrapped her forearm tightly around his arm, her face showing affection and unwilling to let go, occasionally murmuring something between her lips.

Luo Fanchen listened carefully and realized that it was a few calls of "Mother, Mother".

The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and Luo Fanchen's eyes flickered. After a long while, he let out a soft sigh, silently sheathed his sword, gently wiped the girl's wounds, picked her up by the waist, laid her flat on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

Very well, let's not teach him cultivation for now, we can kill him after we've interrogated him.

(End of this chapter)