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

Chapter 62 Chaos, Sense of Security (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions~ Chapters 3, 4, and 5, 5th day of 10,000 words per day)
Panting heavily, Luo Fanchen exhaled blood foam from his mouth with each breath.

His lungs and back were in excruciating pain, as if they were about to burst. He held his breath. Along the way, he saw many treacherous cultivators who were wantonly plundering mortals and rogue cultivators. Blood was everywhere and cries of agony filled the air.

Most independent cultivators live in seclusion and act alone; how could they withstand the encirclement and killing by raiding cultivators?

"Damn it. Shouldn't this be the case? Wasn't Feiyunfang supposed to be impregnable?"

Luo Fanchen was anxious and didn't care about being exposed. His speed increased again and disappeared in a wisp of smoke before the Tribulation Cultivator could even notice. He left the Tribulation Cultivator, who was a little stunned, too fast to catch up.

"Is it that vixen Luo Qianqiu? Her cultivation level should be that of a member of the Holy Sect, so why would she help the Yimu Sect?"

Luo Fanchen was secretly annoyed. No matter how much he planned, it was not as good as the great cultivator's impromptu idea.

With Luo Qianqiu present, the so-called protective array is no different from paper. We can only hope that the two Foundation Establishment cultivators can delay until the True Person of Qinghe Sect returns to help, otherwise Feiyunfang will probably be finished today.

Thanks to the remoteness and simplicity of the shantytown, there were very few robbers along the way, and those who were there were mostly of low cultivation level.

Luo Fanchen frowned slightly, feeling rather fortunate. Most of the plunderers raided the inner and middle rings, while the shantytowns were temporarily spared due to their poverty.

He casually made a hand seal, condensing the Cloud and Rain Sword, which shot out several blue beams. Then, without looking back, he continued to run away. The several cultivators who had just reached the second or third level of Qi Refining were ambushed and, before they could even recover, were severely injured by having their dantian pierced through. They immediately cried out in pain.

"Damn it. It really is the Water Margin Gang."

Luo Fanchen's face was cold and gloomy. Along the way, there were the remains of rogue cultivators and mortals everywhere, and the further in he went, the stronger the stench of blood became.

Deep within the shantytown, only Granny Zhang and Old Man Wang remained. Both were old and frail, with little fighting power. Fortunately, Qiu Yun was there to protect them. If there were no late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, she could certainly protect Mo Xue.

"sword--"

As Luo Fanchen walked to the street where the mansion was located, two beams of Gengjin sword energy came towards him. The sword energy was sharp and full of killing intent, but it was too weak.

He did not dodge. The sword aura owner seemed to sense his presence and forcibly twisted the trajectory of the sword light, but it still collided with his protective true essence and disintegrated.

"Master Luo?"

Before her, Mo Xue stood in a pool of blood, sword in hand, with dozens of corpses at her feet, the blood soaking into the soles of her shoes.

Her pretty face was slightly pale from exhaustion of true energy, and the magic sword in her hand trembled slightly, clearly indicating that she was close to being exhausted. After seeing Luo Fanchen, she sheathed her sword with a bitter face and flew towards Master Luo with a wronged expression.

"Master Luo, there are so many cultivators undergoing tribulations."

Mo Xue's lips trembled slightly, her breathing became rapid, and she buried her pretty face in Luo Ye's chest, almost bursting into tears.

Luo Fanchen's face was cold and stern. He was anxious but did not lose his composure. After feeding the girl a Qi Gathering Pill, he gently stroked her hair.

The corpses around the girl were mostly Qi Refining Stage 2, and many of them were familiar faces from the shantytown.

It was clearly a group of rogue cultivators who wanted to take advantage of the chaos, as well as henchmen who were plundering the rebels.

"Master Luo, hurry and help Sister Qiuyun. There are two Qi Refining Level 5 cultivators besieging the mansion. That's why I came out to ask Master Luo for help."

"I'll go."

Mo Xue's true energy was exhausted, and she was so weak that she couldn't speak. After taking the Qi Gathering Pill, her complexion became a little rosy, and she quickly tugged at Master Luo's sleeve.

Without hesitation, Luo Fanchen led Mo Xue back to the mansion.

Qiu Yun is only the main soul of the Soul Banner. Without the banner master by her side, she can only exert less than 50% of her strength. Fortunately, the Soul Banner is exquisite, and a Qi Refining Level 5 cultivator can only suppress her, but cannot subdue her.

“One is at the fifth level of Qi Refining, one is at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and three are at the third level of Qi Refining.”

Luo Fanchen had Mo Xue follow at a distance, while he himself took a Breath Concealing Pill and approached quietly.

He quickly surveyed the battlefield. The three cultivators clearly recognized Qiu Yun's extraordinary nature and had come to seize the treasure. The three of them formed a formation using the Three Talents position, which had already suppressed Qiu Yun within a small area, and they were searching for the magic weapon itself.

Qiu Yun's soul power enveloped her body, her pretty face contorted in a ferocious expression, clearly indicating she had entered a berserk state, but she was no match for him.

The three cultivators approached with sinister smiles, but after searching for a long time, they could not find the Soul Banner's true form. They decided to capture the soul first before continuing their search.

"trouble."

Under normal circumstances, in the midst of chaos, Luo Fanchen would definitely turn tail and run to preserve his precious true essence.

But now that Qiu Yun is under control, Luo Fanchen has no intention of retreating; only a furious rage spreading from the depths of his heart.

"Suppress the evil spirits, come forth, ghosts!"

Luo Fanchen immediately activated the Soul Banner, made the Kui Shui Hand Seal, and used the Demon-Controlling Technique. The Soul Banner appeared, and ghost patterns danced on it. Three ghosts broke out of the banner, leading more than ten fierce ghosts and accomplices, and rushed straight at the faces of the several cultivators.

Upon seeing the Soul Banner revealed, the group was immediately terrified, losing all will to fight and turning to flee.

However, the ghosts were persistent, and they were distracted. Taking advantage of this, Luo Fanchen condensed the Heavenly Star Burst, and the vast Yi Wood True Essence surged from his Ren and Du meridians, transforming into pure Water True Essence, which slowly condensed.

Several cultivators had already sensed the aura of water-attribute true essence, indirectly pinpointing Luo Fanchen's location.

Several people tried to escape using their escape techniques, but they were entangled by the ghosts. Only the fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator managed to break free and was about to flee when Luo Fanchen's Heavenly Star Explosion was aimed at him.

A half-person-high crystalline waterfall of water gushed forth, compressed into a sphere, and struck the heart of a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining Tribulation, arriving first despite being behind.

Instantly, limbs and fragments littered the ground. Before the beast could even utter a wail, it was scattered here and there, utterly losing its life.

"Autumn Charm!"

"coming--"

With the formation broken, Qiu Yun regained her freedom and, through Luo Fanchen, was able to control the Soul Banner once again.

She immediately used the "Firework Technique" to create an illusion array, blinding the senses of the remaining cultivators. At the same time, she made the "Metal Seal" to steal the souls of the dying Qi Refining Fifth Stage cultivators.

With the help of the Illusionary Array of Mars, Luo Fanchen unleashed several more cloud and rain sword beams, which arrived in an instant. By the time the several tribulation cultivators noticed, they had already been hit in vital areas and almost lost their fighting ability.

One escaped.

Luo Fanchen's expression was solemn. As a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining, he actually possessed a protective magic artifact.

While blocking his sword light, she used the reaction force to escape in a few steps, clearly an elite among the tribulation cultivators.

This Cloud and Rain Sword is extremely difficult to use. Its power is already weak, and after being transformed by true essence, its killing power is weakened by three points. It is meant for sneak attacks, so it is normal for it to be blocked by a magical artifact.

"Uncle Luo, what should we do?"

"Go open the exit door, let's escape first."

Luo Fanchen gently stroked Qiu Yun's beautiful back, offering some comfort, before taking Mo Xue back to the mansion.

"Uncle Luo, it will take time for the Gate of Life to open."

"how long?"

"About half an hour."

Qiu Yun's pretty face was filled with panic, and her hands were trembling. Feiyunfang had suffered a great change. The spiritual energy of the earth veins and the great formation was in disarray. Although the life gate prepared beforehand could be used, it would take time to activate and open up the original underground tunnel.

"Unveil the Soul Banner, first activate the Illusionary Array of Fireflies, then reactivate the Magnetic Element Array."

Luo Fanchen's expression was solemn. He made a decision in an orderly manner, and then comforted the two frightened women, speaking softly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Qiuyun, please activate the Gate of Life. Moxue, please breathe in and restore your true energy."

Luo Fanchen was panting, his mind still unsettled, but Mo Xue and Qiu Yun needed his protection, so he could only force himself to cheer up.

The Feiyunfang was in chaos, with high-level cultivators involved behind the scenes. He was only a Qi Refining Level 5 cultivator, nothing more than an ant. He could be crushed to death if he was careless. The intense sense of crisis in his heart kept urging him to abandon everything and run away.

He took several deep breaths, taking advantage of the gaps in the illusion array to assess his own condition and situation.

He was ambushed and suffered minor injuries. After a rapid escape and battle, he still had 60% of his true energy left. He failed to kill the Tribulation Cultivator in one blow, and after the Cultivator escaped, he would surely attract more Tribulation Cultivators to attack him.

He probably has about 45 minutes to make arrangements and catch his breath.

Once Jie Xiu has plundered the inner and middle rings, he will surely come to seek revenge.

"High-intensity combat, no time to recover and refine true essence, and after so many tribulations, can I really withstand it?"

Luo Fanchen swallowed the remaining Meridian Opening Pills in one gulp, his eyes gradually hardening.

At the same time, in the butler's room.

"Senior Brother Qingzheng, why did you shut down the great formation?"

The protective array hummed, and Shou Rufeng coughed up blood incessantly. Before him stood one of his most respected senior brothers, who was indifferently wiping the blood off his sword and staring at him with murderous intent in his eyes.

Just half an hour ago, Senior Brother Qingzheng, the third-in-command of Feiyunfang, suddenly stormed into the steward's room, slaughtered several fellow disciples, and then shut down the protective array of Feiyunfang. By the time he came to his senses, Feiyunfang had been completely invaded by the raiders.

"Senior brother."

Just pretend you don't have a senior brother like me.

Qingzheng's eyes were filled with sorrow, his face was cold and stern, and several of his fellow disciples lay dead at his feet.

He slowly approached Shou Rufeng with his sword in hand, while the fat steward scrambled backward until he was pressed against the corner of the wall, unable to retreat any further.

"Senior brother, the elder in charge is in Feiyun Workshop. What's the point of your betrayal of the sect?"

"Deacon? You're nothing but a coward. Rest in peace, junior brother. I will not destroy your soul."

Qingzheng sighed. The elder of the direct lineage had fled in panic the moment he learned that Feiyunfang was besieged. Otherwise, he would have been worried about not having a chance to open the protective formation of the workshop.

Shou Rufeng looked on in despair, watching helplessly as the sword approached, his hair standing on end.

The eldest disciple of the direct lineage is locked in a fierce battle with the bandit leader and has no time to spare. The other disciples are barely able to defend themselves against the attacks of the raiding cultivators. Today, he will probably die here.

"If I were in charge of the defenses of Flying Cloud Pavilion, would I allow the calamity cultivators to take advantage of the situation?"

"You direct descendants have suppressed me for years, and you finally seized power through opportunism, yet you do nothing. How laughable."

With a cold, sharp slash, Qingzheng brandished his sword. Shou Rufeng closed his eyes, awaiting death, when he heard the clanging sound of metal clashing violently.

The spiritual pressure stung his face like a knife. Shou Rufeng was thrown several meters away by the spiritual pressure from the collision of true essence. When he looked up again, he saw that his senior brother Qingyuan, who should have been in Chongxiao Pavilion, had appeared at some point and blocked Qingzheng's fatal blow with his sword.

"Senior Brother Qingyuan? It's you...reinforcements have arrived?"

"Help me take her and escape."

Qingyuan remained expressionless, his hand trembling violently as he held the sword. He held a baby girl in his arms with a silk ribbon. After confirming that Shourufeng was unharmed, he casually tossed the baby to the latter and then continued to circulate his true energy, confronting Qingzheng.

"Junior brother, have you gone mad?"

"I've already gone mad, but senior brother, we can't go on like this."

Qingyuan's eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears of blood. He raised his sword and swept it over the corpses of his fellow disciples, his voice choked with sobs.

"They're all from the same sect."

"How many fellow disciples have we killed? The blood on our hands can never be washed away!"

Qingzheng was furious at his brother's lack of resolve, but he couldn't bring himself to harm his most trusted junior brother. He still tried to persuade him earnestly, "Junior brother, things have come to this point, we only have one path left. Even if you stop me, can you really save the clan?" "Senior brother, is it absolutely necessary for us to reach the Foundation Establishment stage?"

"A woman's kindness!"

Upon hearing this, Qingyuan pursed his lips and stopped responding. He held the sword slowly with one hand, pointing it directly at Qingzheng.

"Shou Rufeng, aren't you leaving yet!"

Shou Rufeng was still in shock when he heard this. He immediately hugged the baby in his arms and used his escape technique to scramble away. Qingzheng did not stop him, but instead focused on gathering his true energy and confronted him with his sword.

"Junior brother, you are no match for me."

"I only ask to die by my senior brother's sword."

Run, run, run!
The sounds of killing filled his ears, and all he could see were rogue cultivators being slaughtered. Shou Rufeng had already torn off his sect's Cloud Water Daoist robe and deliberately chose the side paths to run towards the places where there were fewer calamity cultivators.

Thanks to his wealth, he possessed a magical artifact that concealed his aura. After taking a concealing pill, he was fortunate enough not to be exposed.

"There's no way to escape. The entrance to the market is completely occupied by bandits."

Shou Rufeng originally intended to flee towards Jubaoge, but before he even reached the pavilion, he saw it raise a protective barrier, making it difficult for others to approach.

Jubao Pavilion is renowned, and any sect that occupies Feiyunfang needs its merchants to operate. It is an unspoken rule among sects that Jubao Pavilion remains unmoved during battles, making it the only safe zone during times of turmoil.

Unfortunately, he was a few steps too slow and failed to enter the pavilion. The several exits from the market were also controlled by the bandits.

"Like catching a turtle in a jar, Feiyunfang will likely be defunct after tonight."

Shou Rufeng was filled with grief. He felt that Feiyunfang had already fallen and there was no hope of escape, but he still kept moving. He instinctively fled towards the place with fewer tribulation cultivators. When he came to his senses, he had been forced into the shantytown where there were the fewest tribulation cultivators.

"I'm so out of my mind from running around."

Shou Rufeng sighed. This place was the furthest from the exit of the Immortal Workshop, so there was really no way to escape.

We're already in the shantytown; going back to the outer ring road would be suicide. We might as well go find Brother Ling, stick together for warmth, and at least have company when we die.

With this thought in mind, he didn't hesitate any longer and immediately rushed towards Ling Wudao's residence.

He possesses four spiritual roots, but his aptitude is below average. He is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and his true essence is almost insufficient to support his escape and maintain his magic weapon. If he wants to live a little longer, seeking help from Ling Wudao is the best option.

Along the way, he happened to see a female cultivator being harassed. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Yun Mo.

This steward of the Treasure Pavilion is currently at the sixth level of Qi Refining, but he is not good at fighting. He was surrounded by five Qi Refining fourth-level Tribulation cultivators who formed an array and was fighting in a flurry.

He wanted to turn and run, but then he thought that more people meant more help. Yun Mo was at least at the sixth level of Qi Refining. With her help, they could stick together and maybe kill a few more Tribulation Cultivators as backup.

In Shou Rufeng's eyes, the current situation was a sure thing.

He slowly gathered his true essence, using the superior technique, the Cloud and Water Heavenly Origin Skill, to condense his limited true essence. With the help of the magic weapon, he barely managed to form an ice cone covered with barbs and thorns.

This is his signature skill, a superior water-based technique called Cloud Wave Thorn.

The ice spikes were silent and fleeting, instantly killing the weakest evil cultivator. With the formation broken, Yun Mo's pressure was greatly reduced. He immediately forced the tribulation cultivator back and then hastily used his escape light to retreat.

When she passed Shou Rufeng, she saw that he was panting heavily and his true energy was exhausted. Remembering the kindness she had shown him, she did not abandon him. Instead, she used her true energy to grab Shou Rufeng by the back of the neck and fled quickly.

"Fairy Yun, I only have one-tenth of my true essence left. How much do you have?"

"Twenty percent."

Yunmo's face turned pale. Tonight, she came to Ling Wudao's residence to avoid Miaoyin, but unexpectedly encountered a bandit. She was entangled with him for a long time. If it weren't for Shourufeng's help, she would probably have been defeated by the bandits today.

"It's over."

Shou Rufeng covered his face and sighed. Even protecting himself with 20% of his true energy was a problem, so how could he talk about sticking together for warmth?
He had exhausted 30% of his true essence with the Cloud Wave Thrust just now. If he had known that Yunmo was no longer able to fight, why would he have bothered to attack?

The two walked quickly, and when they arrived at the street in front of Luo Fanchen's mansion, there were large pieces of broken limbs under their feet. Looking at his mansion, a golden light barrier had been erected, and the clear spiritual light flowing around it made people feel quite at ease.

As they approached the mansion's gate, five people stood anxiously in front of it.

Xiao Cui, A Niu, Granny Zhang, Old Man Wang, and the weapon-casting rogue cultivator whom they had met briefly at the funeral banquet.

"what happened?"

Shou Rufeng walked unsteadily. As they approached the mansion, Xiao Cui said with a bitter face, "Steward, we seem to have become a burden."

"I"

Shou Rufeng was slightly taken aback, his chubby face immediately fell, and he slumped helplessly to the ground.

That's right. The more people gather, the more Tribulation Cultivators will be attracted. Besides, there are Tribulation Cultivator corpses everywhere around here. Fellow Daoist Ling probably doesn't have much true essence left. How can he have the spare strength to protect them?

Fellow Daoist Ling is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and their weak appearance reveals their depleted true essence at a glance.

They are simply a burden.

"Everyone, disperse and find a house to hide in. Don't blame Fellow Daoist Ling."

Shou Rufeng sighed softly. He understood Ling Daoyou's actions very well. Cultivators should prioritize their own safety. Among rogue cultivators, it was already quite righteous for Ling Daoyou to clear away the treacherous cultivators on this street.

Yunmo pursed her lips, unwilling to give up, and tried to knock on the door, but then realized that Lord Ling could see her. She immediately lowered her head, her pretty face dejected.

She knew that leaving meant certain death.

She finally had a chance to turn her life around, but fate played a cruel joke on her.

“Lord Ling, I left your identity token at the entrance. The Pavilion Master will be able to enter the workshop in an hour. She will then use the jade token to protect you.”

Yunmo's voice choked with emotion as he shakily put down the jade token, saying bitterly, "Take care, my lord."

Old Wang kept cursing and swearing, his cloudy eyes filled with resentment and despair, while Granny Zhang remained silent, turning around to leave.

Inside the mansion, Luo Fanchen leaned against the door, forcing himself to close his eyes and breathe deeply, but his heart was filled with unbearable frustration, as if a wildfire was burning within him.

"Uncle Luo, aren't you going to let them in?"

There are only three positions for the gate of life.

"Let them in. After we leave, we can hand over control of the formation to them, giving us a better chance of survival."

Qiu Yun's voice was weak, and Luo Fanchen interrupted her irritably: "What if they are spies for the cultivators, or try to steal your positions?"

"Their true energy is exhausted, they pose no threat to me and Mo Xue. I will personally guard the array's core!"

Qiu Yun pleaded with her pretty face, but Luo Fanchen pursed his lips and remained silent, feeling extremely annoyed. He looked at Mo Xue, his meaning clear.

Mo Xue wrapped her arms around her knees, curled up in a ball, trembling. The woman who used to love killing was the first to break down in the face of an overwhelming crisis. The intense anxiety almost overwhelmed her.

Luo Fanchen, however, lacked the time and energy to comfort her and give her a sense of security.

"Let them in, Master Luo. Steward Shou and Fairy Yunmo have been very kind to us. Helping them out in any way we can is a way of repaying them, isn't it?"

Mo Xue was almost in tears. Luo Fanchen's face darkened. It wasn't just Mo Xue; his sense of crisis was also about to explode. It was a miracle that things had remained stable until now. Letting more people in would only increase the uncertainty.

He clearly sensed through the magnetic array that the people outside the door had exhausted their true energy and were merely a burden.

As for the so-called owner of Jubao Pavilion, it's a miracle that this guy is so lucky. If he dared to return to Feiyun Workshop, his head would have been ripped off by that Luo Qianqiu.

"Master Luo, I'm scared."

Mo Xue's voice choked with emotion, her whole body trembling slightly as she spoke softly.

“Even with Master Luo’s protection, they are still like this. If they run out of true energy, they will surely die.”

“Father said that receiving grace is the cause and returning wisdom is the effect. Uncle Luo, please give them a chance to live. I will definitely guard the gate of life. Moreover, Steward Shou and Fairy Yunmo must have information about the tribulation cultivators and the outside world.”

"Ugh"

The two women offered their advice simultaneously, and Luo Fanchen's expression softened slightly, somewhat pleased with Mo Xue's change in attitude.

This girl has actually learned empathy and gratitude, so he no longer needs to worry about her falling into evil ways.

Luo Fanchen pursed his lips, somewhat persuaded.

Outside the city, there are countless bandits. Without specific intelligence, even if one escapes through the Gate of Life, one will likely not be able to avoid being besieged by the bandits outside the city.

Luo Fanchen did not respond, suppressing his urge to escape, briefly dispelling the formation and opening the gate.

"Brother Ling!"

"Lord Ling!"

Before the group had gone far, they saw Luo Fanchen open the door with a cold face. Shou Rufeng and Yun Mo were overjoyed. Without hesitation, they immediately turned around and ran back to the mansion, thanking him profusely as they entered.

Old Wang ran the fastest, and after entering the mansion, he continued to curse and grumble, saying that Luo Fanchen was cold-hearted, and indirectly criticizing Xiao Cui for blocking him from entering the mansion. He was arrogant and haughty for a moment.

"Noisy."

Luo Fanchen frowned slightly, feeling annoyed and restless. He casually gathered his true energy and crushed Old Man Wang's head.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. The crowd barely managed to use their protective true energy to isolate themselves from the blood and flesh. Luo Fanchen ignored the old man Wang falling and made way for him. Under his cold and sharp gaze, the crowd trembled and entered the mansion, not daring to say a word.

Luo Fanchen's swift and decisive actions just now reaffirmed who truly owns the mansion.

"Find a place to meditate. Do not get up without my order."

"Yes"

Upon entering the mansion, everyone except Yunmo was terrified by the Soul Banner revealing its true form, leaving them unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Orthodox demonic cultivators are far more terrifying than tribulation cultivators in the eyes of other cultivators; falling into their hands is worse than death.

Granny Zhang and the unskilled craftsman covered their faces and sighed, thinking to themselves that they had just escaped one danger only to fall into another.

Shou Rufeng, however, slyly rolled his eyes, pretending not to see anything.

Regardless of whether Ling Wudao agreed or not, he forcefully handed over all his valuable magical artifacts and storage bags to the other party, then squatted down near Mo Xue while holding the baby in his arms.

Ignorant fool, only with a legitimate demonic cultivator in charge did I manage to save my life today.

Shou Rufeng was also surprised by Ling Wudao's identity, but mostly relieved.

He wouldn't misjudge Ling Wudao; Ling Wudao was by no means a ruthless killer. His karmic burden was almost nonexistent, a feat even the Three Saints Sect of the Demonic Path couldn't achieve. There must be a hidden story behind this.

At least, Ling Wudao, with whom I have a good relationship, is a hundred times safer than any rogue cultivator outside.

"Thanks to Fellow Daoist Ling, my life has been saved."

Shou Rufeng sighed with relief, almost shedding tears. The soul banner, which others feared like a tiger, was a synonym for security in his eyes.

Tonight, there is no safer place than Feiyunfang.

(End of this chapter)