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

Chapter 51 Qiu Yun's aggressiveness is getting stronger (3rd update, thanks to Lord Kang for the silver reward~)

"I was overthinking it."

Luo Fanchen put away the spiritual dust, repeatedly examined the map, confirmed the locations of the Flying Cloud Soaring Sky and the second workshop, and determined that the two workshops were extremely safe.

Located near the heart of the Qinghe Sect, it has two immortal workshops for protection and is home to a large number of Qinghe Sect disciples.

"These are turbulent times. We need to return to Feiyunfang as soon as possible to avoid the great battle between the two sects."

Luo Fanchen murmured. Apart from the Jubao Pavilion trade route, he had completed the minimum bandit suppression requirements for ten other places. When the caravan passed through here tomorrow, he could hitch a ride and return safely to Feiyunfang.

Don't be fooled by the fact that this is the place where evil pills are refined; it's actually the safest location.

With the Demon Pill stolen, Jubao Pavilion will soon discover clues near the trade route. At this point, the traitor from Qinghe Sect will dare not have any further involvement with this place to avoid suspicion, let alone come here to capture him personally.

"Uncle Luo."

Qiu Yun's soft voice lingered in his ears. The girl had revealed her soul form at some point, her fair chin resting on his shoulder as she whispered gently.

The faint scent of lavender lingered around his nose as the young girl gently massaged his shoulders with her delicate hands, making Luo Fanchen squint slightly in comfort.

I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but lately Qiuyun has been much more proactive, always intentionally or unintentionally creating physical contact.

Mo Xue, whenever she saw this, would keep a cold face, lower her eyes to look at the tips of her shoes, looking like she wanted to be affectionate but pretended to be disdainful. She and Qiu Yun were each different, which amused him.

The two sisters seem to be competing with each other lately, or perhaps playing some kind of interesting game of endurance.

"Fifty accomplices and seven vengeful spirits, are you full?"

"It's just food, nothing compared to Uncle Luo."

Luo Fanchen smiled, maintaining his cross-legged meditation posture, not wasting a single moment of cultivation time on his journey.

Unexpectedly, after Qiu Yun gave Mo Xue a teasing look, her soul transformed from solid to ethereal, passing through Uncle Luo's body and settling softly, her little head resting against his chin.

"Autumn Charm. You".

With the soft jade in his arms, Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback, and his body stiffened for a moment.

After Qiu Yun materialized, his senses were no different from those of an ordinary person. The softness of the girl's delicate body pressed against his chest through the elegant curves of her back, and the nascent, heavy touch was excellent.

The girl's apricot-shaped buttocks were slightly concave under the pressure of her thighs, and her delicate skin conveyed warmth to her heart through her body temperature.

Luo Fanchen inhaled the fragrance of lavender from Qiu Yunxue's neck and felt the softness of the young girl, his Dao heart was shaken.

"Autumn's beauty, do not mock it."

“I’m not teasing you, Uncle Luo.”

Qiu Yun's eyebrows were curved, her pearly teeth gently biting her lips, her snow-white face was tinged with a thin blush, like peach blossoms blooming all over the mountains under the setting sun, extending from her neck to her ears, her crystal earlobes making one's mouth water.

She had already used the Soul Banner to shield herself from the sight of the mortals behind her.

The only people who can see this scene now are Uncle Luo and Sister Mo Xue, who pretends not to care but keeps glancing at this place out of the corner of her eye, her little face so frustrated that she's about to cry.

Since Sister Moxue can't figure out her feelings for Uncle Luo, let's let her lend a hand.

It would be too unfair to Sister Moxue if she ran away without permission.

"I also want to get closer to Uncle Luo."

"But."

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback. Intimacy was fine, but wasn't this going a bit too far?

Qiu Yun has never had much sense of propriety, and her aggressive attitude today is particularly strong. He only sees the girl as similar to Mo Xue, simply relying on and being attached to him. After all, to some extent, he has replaced Ling Youdao's role.

Entrusting an orphan to another is how it is, and besides, Qiuyun is already an adult. It's normal that she might not recognize the proper boundaries due to a lack of proper guidance.

"Mo Xue is still here. If Qiu Yun wants to get closer to me in the future, she can tell me."

"Sister Moxue? She has no objections."

Qiu Yun's breath was fragrant, and her lips, as glistening as rose petals, were adorned with moisture. Luo Fanchen instinctively wanted to look away, but his body, as if drawn in, stiffened honestly, unable to move an inch. Qiu Yun comfortably tilted her chin up slightly, her head resting against Luo Fanchen's chin, gently rubbing it. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Mo Xue, whose face looked distressed, and said meaningfully, "If Mo Xue minds, she'll say so."

"Right, Sister Moxue?"

"Yes, yes."

Mo Xue's voice trembled, as if even breathing tasted bitter.

She tried to pretend she didn't care, but her gaze was drawn to the intimacy between the two. She held her head high, trying her best not to let her tears fall.

Why should I be happy?
[Holy crap!]

Luo Fanchen naturally couldn't show favoritism. He gently patted Qiuyun's shoulder and, with great determination, made the girl sit on his left leg, intending to give half of it to Moxue.

Qiu Yun refused to back down, her teardrop-shaped eyes narrowing slightly, her expression cunning like a fox: "Uncle Luo doesn't like it?"

Luo Fanchen was speechless, feeling rather guilty.

His autumn charm and ethereal beauty were undeniable; it would be a lie to say he wasn't moved. However, the girl's affection for him stemmed from dependence and trust, not lust.

It would be too despicable of him to take advantage of Qiu Yun's innocence and naivety.

"I'm glad Uncle Luo likes it~"

Seeing Luo Fanchen's embarrassed silence, Qiu Yun turned her head, winked at him mischievously, and gestured towards the withdrawn Mo Xue.

"Uncle Luo, Sister Mo Xue is too conflicted. I'll need your cooperation in helping her resolve her inner conflicts in the future."

"When Sister Moxue can honestly face her true feelings, then she will be able to stand on her own two feet."

"so."

Luo Fanchen was suspicious. What kind of knot in his heart needed him as a support to untie?

However, this can also explain Qiu Yun's increasingly aggressive behavior. The girl treats him like family, so she naturally loses some sense of propriety in avoiding suspicion.

"It's not just for Sister Moxue, I like Uncle Luo too~"

"Yes, I also like the autumn scenery."

"Uncle Luo's preferences are probably different from mine, aren't they? I'll try my best to make them both become one kind of liking!"

Qiu Yun's eyes seemed to hold the light of autumn water, and amidst the shimmering mist, they were filled with Luo Fanchen's reflection.

Her voice inexplicably became weak, and her cheeks flushed. She was by nature gentle and delicate, and taking this initiative to this extent meant she was already on the verge of her limit.

But for Uncle Luo, she was willing to abandon her reserve.

She also understood Mo Xue's personality. Her older sister was extremely possessive and would never allow anything she cherished to be coveted or shared. Once her sister realized what was going on, she would probably launch a strong counterattack.

She didn't want to compete with her older sister for favor, nor could she win; she only wanted to occupy a small, even insignificant, place in Uncle Luo's heart.
She won't compete with her older sister for a title.

Qiu Yun still wanted to conquer more territory, but the shame burning in her heart made her head spin, so she had no choice but to give up. She turned her head to the side and lightly pecked Uncle Luo's cheek with her lips, leaving a transparent lip mark.

Then, she playfully licked her lips at Sister Mo Xue, whose almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, and her soul dissipated into clouds and mist.

"This girl is becoming increasingly aggressive."

The kiss mark on his cheek was still warm. Luo Fanchen gently touched it with his fingers, his fingertips damp as if he could still smell the girl's lingering fragrance.

It smells like lavender, and it's sweet.
Luo Fanchen was stunned. When he looked down, he saw that Mo Xue had climbed up to him at some point, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, her upper lip covering her lower lip, looking at him with a pitiful expression.

"Master Luo, you bullied Qiu Yun, you bad guy."

"Am I bullying her?"

Luo Fanchen chuckled. Although he lost face, Qiu Yun had been in control the whole time.

"You're the one who bullied her! I'm going to bully Master Luo too!"

(End of this chapter)