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

Chapter 47 Seizing the Elixir, What Should My Parents Do? (5000-word combined chapter, please subscribe!)

"Qiuyun, are Chang Hao's body still here?"

"I've kept it~"

Stepping out of the village, Luo Fanchen formed the Hai Water Seal with his hands, using the technique of controlling evil spirits to manipulate Chang Hao's ghostly soul back to his body and put it under his control.

At the same time, Qiu Yun's soul body leaned down and used the technique of human face to transform into Ling Leng's figure and appearance.

After making all the necessary preparations, he carefully used the Soul Banner to break through the illusion array of the second village. This was an auxiliary array used to refine the magic treasure that maintained the Seven Fiends Soul Locking Array, and it was generally easy for late-stage Qi Refining cultivators to see through it.

Fortunately, all three illusion arrays were countered by the Soul Banner.

Luo Fanchen merely broke the formation without destroying it, exposing Ling Leng and Chang Hao's faces to the person who set it up.

At the same time, making Chang Hao take the blame for him exacerbates the conflict between the traitor and the Water Margin gang.

"Chang Hao, the elixir is almost complete. Why aren't you going to retrieve it? What are you doing here?"

As soon as he stepped into the illusion array, a disciple dressed in a cloud-blue robe immediately came out to greet him. Only after seeing that it was Chang Hao did he relax his guard.

Smoke curled from the chimneys within the village, and children played along the way, while adults walked in groups, making it appear no different from an ordinary village.

In reality, the consciousness of these mortals was all trapped in the illusion array. The disciple dressed in the cloud-blue robe had long been betrayed by his revered senior brother and became a shell possessed by the calamity cultivator, his soul scattered.

"Phew—I can do it, I can do it."

Luo Fanchen's figure disappeared into the Yinghuo Illusion Array, completely concealing his form. At the same time, he slowly replaced the original illusion array with the Yinghuo Illusion Technique and condensed his only offensive killing move besides the Zihe Chariot Technique.

"Fire spell!"

The true essence of Yi Wood surged through the meridians, and a wisp of flame spontaneously ignited at the fingertips, then rapidly grew stronger.

In just a few breaths, the fireball expanded to half the height of a person, far exceeding Luo Fanchen's expectations, causing the surrounding temperature to rise sharply. This was noticed by several cultivators who had possessed bodies, who immediately used their magical artifacts to disperse the fireball.

"Damn, this is so hard to use."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue in amazement. This lousy fireball was indeed a third-rate spell, extremely difficult to control.

He aimed for a moment but still couldn't lock onto the target, so he simply stopped aiming and fired a fireball, detonating it prematurely. He used the aftershocks of the explosion to block the retreat of the two cultivators while simultaneously condensing another fireball without stopping.

He can't aim accurately, but he shoots fast.

The mere fire spell can be condensed by the true essence of Yi Wood in just two breaths, and the amount of true essence consumed is almost negligible.

Luo Fanchen's attempt to win by sheer numbers was indeed effective. The two Tribulation Cultivators were so overwhelmed by the blasts that they were completely disoriented and could only flee in a sorry state.

"Fire spell?"

Both cultivators were at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Upon seeing that it was a fire spell, they showed considerable disdain.

The two intended to use their magical artifacts to directly blast away the fireball that was close to them, but after taking a direct hit from the fireball, they almost vomited out their internal organs, their bodies were charred black, and they both suffered some minor injuries.

Fortunately, both of them were body cultivators; otherwise, if they had taken a hit rashly, they might have been seriously injured.

"Such powerful true energy! Who is this fiend?"

"Chang Hao, this scoundrel is vicious! Quickly help us surround and kill him!"

The two exclaimed in surprise, realizing that their opponent was a magic cultivator. They had intended to let Chang Hao deal with the fire spell while they took the opportunity to get close and subdue the fiend with brute force. However, the fire spell seemed to have no end, arriving in an instant and continuing endlessly.

For a time, the two could only dodge, facing perilous situations and unable to even focus their attention on controlling their magical artifacts.

Chang Hao!

"I am here."

The two called out repeatedly, but when they saw Chang Hao again, he had already grinned and flashed behind them. His arm transformed into an iron-blue ghost claw, piercing through their chests from behind and taking one of their lives.

The remaining cultivators were terrified. Qiu Yun, who had suddenly appeared, blocked their retreat with her soul power. While they hesitated, their entire bodies were covered by the soul banner. Their minds were immediately clouded, and they collapsed to the ground.

"It's all cleaned up, Uncle Luo."

"Have the Tribulation Cultivators become so pathetic these days?"

Luo Fanchen frowned, still feeling a sense of unreality.

He stood still and unleashed more than twenty fire spells, which rendered the two opponents of the same level unable to lift their heads.

If you were a few more points accurate, you wouldn't even need to use "Autumn Charm" or "Ghostly Spirit" to finish the song.

"Why not use magic tools? If you're a body cultivator, and you don't even know about burning blood and covering your body with true essence, what kind of cultivator are you?"

Luo Fanchen was hesitant, but since the two cultivators were dead, there was no possibility of them feigning surrender.

For the first time, he questioned himself: had he overestimated the combat strength of cultivators of the same level? Before encountering the Water Margin Gang, his only knowledge of the combat strength of demonic cultivators was of Ling Leng and Ling Youdao, who suffered greatly from the backlash.

Both can easily defeat rogue cultivators of the same level.

"It shouldn't be."

Luo Fanchen felt that there was something wrong with his perception. He did not linger, nor did he break the illusion array of the mortals.

After looting the materials for the magical treasure and the corpses and souls of the two bandit cultivators, he summoned the Soul Banner and headed straight for the third bandit stronghold.

This battle was also extremely easy. After casting dozens of fire spells, his proficiency had reached the level of mastery, and his accuracy had improved significantly.

This time, he faced a talisman cultivator and a magic cultivator, and easily defeated them without even using Autumn Charm and Ghostly Soul.

The two didn't even have time to use their magic weapons. The talisman cultivator had only managed to recite three incantations and activate two low-grade first-tier talismans before he met his demise.

"Even at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining, they wouldn't even try to escape."

Luo Fanchen narrowed his eyes; it was just a few dozen low-level fire spells.

"Uncle Luo, you've cleaned it up. Leave the rest to me. You can focus on replenishing your true energy through breathing exercises."

"No need."

A moment later, Qiu Yun retrieved the soul and returned, offering a spirit stone, which Luo Fanchen refused.

He had only consumed about 50% of his true essence, and he could quickly recover it by taking the Meridian Opening Pill.

"Qiuyun, did you use the Illusionary Spell of Yinghuo to harass me from the side just now?"

"No, Uncle Luo, it's because of your true energy."

Qiu Yun's eyes sparkled with tears, and she took the initiative to wrap her arms around Luo Fanchen's arm, speaking softly.

"Although fire spells are just minor, low-level techniques, Uncle Luo's true essence is far more abundant than others of the same level. His chanting and casting speed is extremely fast. After dozens of fireballs were fired, the surrounding spiritual energy was disturbed, and fire attribute became the dominant force."

"These four cultivators probably don't have fire-attribute spiritual roots. They were not used to the changes in spiritual energy and were unable to cast spells in time."

"Qiuyun is still the most meticulous."

Luo Fanchen murmured. He hadn't considered this aspect at all. After all, affecting the spiritual energy attributes of the surrounding area would require at least a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator to do, and that body cultivator and talisman cultivator were also no match for him.

After extracting the soul and searching the memories, the reason was finally known.

These individuals seized the body hastily, leaving their souls with hidden ailments. Naturally, they were drawn by the soul banner, causing them to be restless and thus losing the initiative.

"We still can't be blindly confident in ourselves."

Luo Fanchen sighed softly, thinking to himself that it was indeed so. He muttered to himself, "The Soul Banner is still too conspicuous. Unless you are absolutely certain of a kill, you should not use it lightly. I still need to learn two combat techniques."

Fire spells are never enough. If he really encounters a stubborn and difficult opponent of the same level, his fire spells are just like fireworks.

Without wasting any time, Luo Fanchen took the magic treasure and the storage bags of several cultivators, then manipulated Chang Hao to destroy the array's central core. Before the array's eye was destroyed, Luo Fanchen met Chang Hao with a cold and aloof demeanor.

"All done, we can now retrieve the Demon-Slaying Pill."

Luo Fanchen muttered to himself, belatedly counting on his fingers. Including Chang Hao, he had already collected six corpses of Tribulation Cultivators.

"Five wicked cultivator bodies, ten pairs of innocent children's organs, eight eyes of people with spiritual roots, supplemented with first-grade high-quality mystic crystals and spiritual sand, and tempered with the fire of heart sacrifice."

Luo Fanchen gripped the Soul Banner tightly, his breathing quickening.

It seems that he has unknowingly met the conditions for the Soul Banner to be sublimated once again.

Late the next night, dark clouds obscured the sun. As the last wisp of the spirit puppet's soul, along with its essence and blood, merged into the Soul-Locking Array, the Seven Fiends reversed their positions and transformed into the Seven Stars. A massive amount of blood energy condensed at the center of the altar.

A sinister wind howled, and the babbling of children filled the air.

Luo Fanchen's face was gloomy, and he felt mentally confused, but he quickly suppressed it with his will. Mo Xue, on the other hand, was not affected at all, or rather, she had long been accustomed to strong negative emotions. Her calm and pretty face concealed a hint of euphoria.

“This pill is vicious; I’m here to help Uncle Luo.”

With a soft voice, Qiu Yunbai floated on her toes and approached Luo Fanchen.

She naturally took Luo Shu's arm, glancing at Sister Mo Xue out of the corner of her eye. Their eyes met, and she was glared at by her sister. Like a kitten that had just stolen some cream, she quickly let go of her arm and lowered her head timidly.

She made a hand seal, and two ghostly spirits emerged from the Soul Banner. With a hissing roar, they inhaled the moonlight, attracting the resentment within the Demon Core to slowly drift toward the Soul Banner.

When the evil pill is completed, there are evil and strange phenomena, which need to be wrapped with a soul banner and then covered with the illusion of fireflies.

“Come—” Qiu Yun’s pretty face turned slightly pale, and her soul was churning like boiling water, which was obviously extremely exhausting.

"Uncle Luo, do not touch this evil pill, lest you be overwhelmed by its murderous aura."

Qiu Yun hummed softly, blowing a gentle breeze to stop Uncle Luo from trying to help, while she gritted her teeth and persevered. A quarter of an hour later, hundreds of hideous children appeared out of thin air around her.

Their necks were bound by spiked chains, and they wailed and howled, with ghostly banners dancing like ghostly faces at the end of the chains.

The children were drawn in one by one into the soul banner. When the last three children, whose forms were solid as human bodies, were dragged into the banner, they finally condensed into an irregular, dark black pill.

The surface of this pill is covered with countless tiny, crying baby faces, exuding a menacing aura.

"Dan Cheng!"

As Qiu Yun breathed softly through her cherry lips, and the eerie wailing that had been lingering in her ears finally ceased after the soul banners wrapped around the pill layer upon layer.

"Uncle Luo, I have successfully completed my mission; I have obtained the three hundred spirit stones."

Qiu Yun's voice was weak and her pretty face was pale. After briefly explaining the situation, she turned into a stream of light and entered Luo Fanchen's body, seemingly to rest and recuperate. Beside her, Mo Xue felt sorry for her younger sister, her little face wrinkled with worry.

Just as she was about to step forward to show concern, she saw Qiu Yun slip into Luo Ye's body, and her relaxed pretty face immediately tightened, her tiger teeth unconsciously rubbing together.

"What's wrong, Mo Xue? It's alright, Qiu Yun is safe, she just suffered a great loss of soul power."

"I'm worried about that silly girl."

Luo Fanchen didn't notice anything unusual. Since the Soul Banner was occupied by the Fiend Pill, Qiu Yun could only enter his body and be nourished by the True Essence of Yi Wood.

Mo Xue pouted and whimpered, thinking to herself that she needed to find an opportunity to have a frank conversation with her silly younger sister.

She would never back down, not even from her most beloved younger sister, except for Master Luo.

She must be number one in Master Luo's heart; she is the only one he loves the most!
"My Demon Core, my Foundation Establishment opportunity!"

At the same time, in Feiyunfang, on the third floor of the steward's office.

Qingzheng sat cross-legged, breathing deeply, his body enveloped in swirling mist. Yet, he felt a deep resentment and frustration in his chest, as if struck by lightning. He vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and at the same time, his Dao heart trembled, as if a large amount of invisible resentment was clinging to his body, a sign of a sudden rise of inner demons.

He hurriedly swallowed several Cleansing Heart Pills, but he couldn't get them down because of the blood spurting from his mouth.

Helpless, he could only spread his wrist and forcibly insert the pill into his blood vessels to refine it.

After a while, the anxiety subsided slightly, and Qingzheng's angry eyes were bloodshot, his handsome face twisted and ferocious with pain.

The inner demon has already formed, but it is only temporarily suppressed by the power of the Cleansing Heart Pill. It is like a sharp sword hanging over one's head, and one does not know when it will fall.

"The backlash of the Seven Fiends Soul-Locking Array? The three illusion arrays I set up were broken almost simultaneously."

Qingzheng's lips trembled, his internal meridians spasmed with pain, and a large amount of internal organ fragments mixed with blood gushed out uncontrollably, quickly soaking the prayer mat.

He paid no attention to the excruciating pain in his body; the final images of the three illusion arrays being broken were replaying in his mind.

Chang Hao personally killed the remaining Jie cultivators he had infiltrated, and easily found the array's core to destroy it. At the end of the scene, he saw a face with effeminate features that Qingyuan Junior Brother hated to the bone—none other than Ling Leng.

As for the Fiend Pill, with the Seven Fiends Soul-Locking Array broken, how could it possibly escape unscathed?
"Very well, Ling Leng, the Water Margin Gang. So, taking the Water Dragon Wood wasn't enough, you even dared to take my Demon Core?"

Qingzheng was heartbroken. His karma had deepened, his inner demons were high, and he was now using the Killing Pill as a stepping stone for someone else.

I'm afraid I'll never be able to form a golden core in this lifetime.

He abandoned his beliefs from the first half of his life, like trying to draw water with a bamboo basket, and this is how he ended up.
"Even if I die, I will drag your Water Margin gang down with me. Ling Leng, I will devour your flesh alive!"

Qingzheng swayed as he got up, every part of his flesh and blood groaning under the surging true energy. He hastily swallowed several mid-grade first-level Rejuvenation Pills, quickly cast a few cleansing talismans to wash away the bloodstains, and then rode his spirit boat straight to the Water Margin Gang's lair.

Having lost the Elixir of Immortality, he no longer cared about avoiding suspicion.

If we don't get the Sha Dan back today, we'll have to unleash a massacre on the Water Margin Gang.

I will take your dog lives!

"You're saying that Ling Leng stole your Demon Core?"

Three hundred miles north of Chongxiaofang, in an inconspicuous village of ordinary people, a frail young man dressed as a scholar sipped his tea.

He was handsome and looked to be only in his early twenties, but his hair was completely white. There was no true energy emanating from his body, but it subtly suppressed the slightly reserved Qingzheng, indicating that he had already reached the peak of Qi Refining.

The two lived in a simple wooden hut with bamboo benches, so rudimentary that it was hard to believe they were the true core of the Water Margin gang.

"He Chun, stop pretending! Your Water Margin gang and that scoundrel Ling Leng have put on a great show together!"

"You failed to establish your foundation, yet you've set your sights on my and Junior Brother Qingyuan's foundation-establishment opportunities. Heh heh, I've already recorded your despicable deeds on the puppet. If you don't return my Demon Core today, we'll all perish together."

Qingzheng snorted angrily. He was no fool. The moment he saw He Chun, most of his killing intent dissipated.

This fellow has improved his cultivation again in the past six months, while I am suffering from a backlash and can only exert 70% of my combat power. I'm afraid I'm no match for him.

A good man does not suffer immediate losses.

"To be honest, brother, if you can tell me Ling Leng's exact location, let alone the Fiend Pill, the Old Ancestor of the Withered Tree can directly reward you with a Foundation Establishment spiritual item."

"Bullshit! Your Yimu Sect has already pre-booked its Foundation Establishment slots for ten years from now. Where would you get Foundation Establishment spiritual objects?"

Qingzheng was furious. The Daoist sect wasn't stupid either; all the affiliated sects under its command had promotion quotas.

The Yimu Sect and Qinghe Sect each have two quotas for exchanging Foundation Establishment spiritual items every ten years, while the quota for Core Formation requires exchanging one second-grade spiritual item every hundred years. Even in their heyday, each sect could only have two Core Formation cultivators.

"Not now, but after we conquer the Qinghe Sect, won't we both be able to establish our foundations?"

He Chun smiled and poured Qing Zheng a full cup of strong tea, calmly saying, "How about it? Why not directly pledge allegiance to my Yimu Sect? If our sect's grand plan succeeds..."

"Shut up, I will not betray the sect."

"Interesting. Fellow Daoist is truly interesting."

He Chun lightly waved his folding fan, his fox-like eyes filled with amusement and a hint of mockery: "Wasn't it you, fellow Daoist, who tipped us off that day?"

"I...I just took what was rightfully mine."

"I see. So, fellow Daoist, do you still wish to establish your foundation? The Qinghe Sect no longer accepts you. Only by submitting to my Yimu Sect can you find a smooth path to the Great Dao."

"Give Ling Leng to me! Return the Fiend Pill to me, and if I reach the Foundation Establishment stage, I will surely have a place in the Qinghe Sect."

He Chun shook his head slightly, looking rather helpless.

“I also want to capture Ling Leng, but this fellow is quite cunning and meticulous. He deliberately showed up this time, he must have something in mind. Since you are useful to me, I will give you a few more words of advice.”

"Don't get entangled with this person. This scoundrel is audacious and ruthless; he even dares to covet the things of the Old Ancestor of the Withered Tree."

He Chun smiled wryly and tossed out a scroll. Qing Zheng carefully opened it, his expression changing slightly.

The notice was actually a wanted poster personally written by the Old Ancestor of the Withered Tree, demanding that Ling Leng be captured alive. Anyone who provided clues would be rewarded with fifty spirit stones, and anyone who captured and subdued him would be rewarded with a Foundation Establishment spirit item.

"I know that I am no match for this person in terms of temperament and methods, so I have kept my distance."

"If this fiend takes your Demon Core, fellow Daoist, I'm afraid you'll never have a chance to get it back."

"Damn it! Isn't he your gang's second-in-command?"

Qingzheng felt a deep resentment, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was extinguished, his hatred turning into helplessness and indignation.

Is it really impossible for him to establish a foundation and become a true cultivator? He only wants to establish a foundation, reclaim everything he has lost, possess the power to protect his family, and allow his mother to rightfully enter the family genealogy.

"I misjudged you, and I am truly sorry, fellow Daoist."

He Chun was frank. If he succeeded in the matters of Feiyunfang and Chongxiaofang, he would surely obtain the opportunity to establish his foundation. There was no need for him to risk his life for a spiritual object that could help him establish his foundation.

Ling Leng was the most cunning demonic cultivator he had ever seen. His audacity was so great that it still made his scalp tingle when he thought about it.

While the ancestor was refining the Evil Pill, this scoundrel managed to lure several Qinghe Sect elders right under his nose, causing heavy casualties among the Yimu Sect disciples. He also took advantage of the chaos to erase several array patterns, inadvertently splitting the Immortal Longevity Pill into five.

After taking a portion of the essence, this fiend also stole the Water Dragon Wood, causing them to suffer Qingyuan's furious revenge.

He had suffered for several months, and if he hadn't held a handle on Qingyuan, he probably would have been wiped out by the Qinghe Sect.

"Fellow Daoist, now that we have both reached the Foundation Establishment stage, there is only one path left."

He Chun chuckled self-deprecatingly, extended his hand to Qing Zheng, and said sincerely, "Let's cooperate, fellow Daoist, for the sake of the Dao."

"No. If I betray them, my family will be implicated. What will happen to my parents?"

“Fellow Daoist, Qi Refining only grants a lifespan of a few decades, while Foundation Establishment grants a lifespan of two hundred years, earning one the title of True Cultivator, no longer an ordinary person.”

He Chun patiently guided Qingzheng, taking the initiative to firmly grasp Qingzheng's hand, his tone gentle.

"In the pursuit of immortality, one must always lose something precious."

"But...my parents..."

"Two hundred years from now, if you attain enlightenment and form your core, they will be nothing more than fleeting clouds and withered bones in a tomb."

He Chun's eyes were sincere. He could naturally persuade Qing Zheng to give up his clan and parents, since his parents were far away in the heart of the Yi Mu Sect.

(End of this chapter)