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

Chapter 79 Uncle Luo is truly cunning, a discussion of master and servant.

"How much of the Heart Demon Temple's fighting strength does it have left? How many disciples have infiltrated the Qingyuan Domain? Which sects in the vicinity are cooperating with you?"

Luo Fanchen didn't hold back and threw out a series of questions. The other party's soul was in his hands, and he could do whatever he wanted with it.

The souls of the three disciples of the Heart Demon Temple were shrouded in the dark mist of the soul banner, trembling with fear. Their spirits were also affected, becoming dull and confused, completely unable to perceive the clues in Luo Fanchen's words.

If he were truly an envoy sent by the Heavenly Demon Sect, how could he be completely unaware of these basic facts?
"Our Heart Demon Temple has suffered heavy losses. Elder Chen Zhang has died in battle, the sect leader is seriously injured, and more than 40% of our disciples have been lost. Currently, in addition to us and Senior Brother Nie, there are two other groups of fellow disciples on their way to Qingyuan Domain."

"The sects that cooperate with us are the Tianshui Sect, the Houtu Pavilion, and the Xianshui Residence."

The three disciples had blank expressions but answered everything they knew. Luo Fanchen pursed his lips and put his hands behind his back. He wanted to ask for details, but the three were of low status and only knew the general outline. However, he was certain that the Heart Demon Temple was in dire need of protection and would not launch a large-scale invasion of Qingyuan Domain.

"Disciples of sects and vassals of the demonic sects are nothing more than this."

Luo Fanchen's eyes were calm. He swallowed a Qi Condensation Pill, practiced breathing exercises, and then began to clean up the battlefield.

After taking the storage bags of the disciples of Xianshuiju and Xinmo Temple, Qiuyun used the spirit beast bag to collect the corpses. During his breathing exercises, Qiuyun also captured the souls of the cultivators present, without wasting a single drop.

"Forty spirit stones and a number of magical treasure materials"

Luo Fanchen glanced at the storage bag and his face lit up with joy. No wonder Yun Che, a genius from the inner sect of Immortal Water Abode, would risk robbing people.

If one succeeds, a rogue cultivator won't have to worry about resources for half his life, so taking some risks is only natural.

"Are Qiuyun, Yuanchun, and the other two still alive?"

Luo Fanchen called softly, taking a moment to apply ointment to his bleeding index finger.

"The aura is very weak, but I can still sense the true essence."

Qiu Yun's soul manifested, her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed, her teardrop eyes focused on Uncle Luo's blood-soaked fingertips, and her red lips silently choked.

She took two hesitant steps forward, her two delicate hands cupping Uncle Luo's index finger. Her eyebrows drooped, half with heartache and half with longing. As she looked up at Uncle Luo with tender affection, she parted her lips slightly and gently took his blood-soaked index finger into her mouth.

"Um"

A stinging sensation came from his fingertips, and Luo Fanchen frowned slightly, followed by a warm and soft feeling of being enveloped.

Moist and soft, delicate teeth gently tap and hold the knuckles, moist lips hold and envelop the fingers, nimble tongues rub and cling to the fingertips, a delicate fragrance fills the air, and the pain is quickly covered by the gentle sucking sensation.

"Does it still hurt, Uncle Luo?"

Autumn's charm is reflected in her watery eyes, which are filled with a thin mist, and a few strands of damp black hair are held at the corners of her lips. Her snow-white face is adored with a blush of infatuation.

She was captivated by Xueyan's beauty; as her delicate, snow-white neck moved, her round, plump, pink earlobes were revealed, exquisite as vermilion fruits.

"It's okay, Qiuyun, it doesn't hurt at all."

Luo Fanchen's body was tense, his entire arm was numb, and his nose was filled with the scalding hot steam exhaled by Qiu Yun.

The faint, sweet scent of lavender filled my nostrils, making the surrounding smell of blood seem less intense.

Qiu Yun narrowed her beautiful eyes and winked playfully at Uncle Luo, pretending not to hear. Her soft tongue cunningly pressed against his fingers, playfully scratching until the wound scabbed over and she licked away the last bit of blood. Only then did the tightness in her fingertips ease slightly.

"Uncle Luo's flavor is so sweet~ It's such a waste to use it on these filthy things."

Qiu Yun opened and closed her mouth, her fragrant tongue slowly spitting out a few strands of hair soaked in sweet saliva.

Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she shyly withdrew her tongue, wiping away the saliva that had seeped from Luo Fanchen's fingertips with her sleeve. She playfully pecked at his palm, her brows full of affection.

"Bad girl"

Luo Fanchen's pupils dilated slightly, and his breathing gradually became rapid. His eyes reflected Qiu Yun's flawless snow-white face and delicate red lips.

His thumb trembled slightly as his fingertip tentatively touched her glistening, rosy lips, which were soaked with fragrant saliva.

Soft and warm, Qiu Yun's pretty face froze slightly, her willow eyebrows relaxed and her beautiful eyes lowered, shy yet expectant, letting the slightly rough fingertips caress and rub between her lips, her fragrant cheeks pressed against Uncle Luo's palm, showing complete submissiveness.

At first, it was a careful touch, and then a gentle and tender caress.

Luo Fanchen enjoyed the softness from her fingertips, feeling the girl's increasingly hot and rapid breaths, his nose filled with sweet moisture.

His lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to savor the sweetness. The girl seemed to sense it, and her eyelashes trembled as she pouted her soft, full cherry lips, letting him taste them. In just a moment, Luo Fanchen's Dao heart almost wavered.

"Uncle Luo."

"Wait until I establish my foundation."

Pity triumphed over lust in Luo Fanchen's eyes.

He gently stroked the girl's cheek, withdrew his thumb, and lightly kissed the fingertip, as if he could taste the sweetness.

Qiu Yun lowered her head reservedly, wanting to look down at the toes of her shoes but unable to see the surface. Helplessly, she twisted her sleeves with her delicate hands and muttered, "Uncle Luo is so cunning. I also want to taste Uncle Luo's flavor."

"Haven't you had enough yet, you little glutton?"

"That's just a finger; what people want to taste is..."

Qiu Yun's lips trembled slightly, her teardrop-shaped eyes focused on Uncle Luo's lips, and she swallowed silently.

A few traces of clear water still lingered on Uncle Luo's lips, a taste of hers.
"What else would you like to try? Qiuyun is a young woman now."

Luo Fanchen smiled and teased, while Qiu Yun lowered her eyes shyly, her slender arms skillfully wrapping around Luo's arm, her heart filled with sweetness.

The two lingered for a while longer until Luo Fanchen's true essence returned to its peak state. Then, following the Soul Banner's perception, they fled to the location of Yuan Chun and the others. During this time, Qiu Yun quickly sensed the exact number of people and their detailed combat strength.

"Among the nine body cultivators, the strongest is at the seventh level of Body Tempering, and is also a disciple of the Heart Demon Temple."

"Heh. Is this a case of the black eating the black? You brought it on yourself."

Luo Fanchen sneered, his eyes filled with icy coldness.

After sweeping away several disciples from Xianshuiju and Xinmo Temple, he had a correct understanding of his own combat strength.

He can be killed at the seventh level of Qi Refining, defeated at the eighth level, and even a draw at the ninth level is not a big problem. Without the support of an array, a siege is not very meaningful for him, and the Yinghuo Illusion Array can cover ordinary illusion arrays.

In terms of pure combat skills, he might already be at the level of a Taoist disciple. He could kill a mere nine body cultivators as easily as slaughtering chickens.

At the same time, in the blood-mist-shrouded rift valley, cries of agony and curses echoed endlessly.

Yun Che's face was contorted in rage as he vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His robes were soaked in blood, and a monk's staff pierced through his lower abdomen, pinning him to a boulder. The wound was a bloody mess, revealing his intestines.

His limbs were severed at the root, and his meridians were completely destroyed. If it weren't for some remaining true energy protecting his body, he would have died long ago.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of a sect disciple. If this body can be refined into a blood puppet, it will be excellent material for demonic cultivation."

The demonic cultivator with a stern face cackled, while several other demonic cultivators behind him dismembered the remaining disciples of the Immortal Water Abode, extracting their souls and refining them with blood-red true essence, like boiling water, their souls rising incessantly.

"evil creature."

Yun Che's eyes were bloodshot; he was already a cripple.

The demonic cultivator's methods were insidious. At first, he could barely resist the siege, but over time, his inner demons were stirred up, and he fell into madness. He not only personally killed several of his fellow disciples who were like brothers, but also raised his sword to cut off his own limbs.

He was filled with despair and hated himself for being so foolish.

He had cultivated diligently for over twenty years, but all his efforts were destroyed by greed. He fell into the hands of a demonic cultivator, and even the dissipation of his soul was a luxury.

"Brother Chenjie, those three lambs have solid foundations and high-quality true essence. They seem to be disciples of a sect as well. What should we do with them?"

"It's a waste to kill the woman. You can enjoy her as you please. Don't play with her until she dies. If she gets pregnant later, you can use her to refine placenta."

"For men, kill them, take out their internal organs, and extract their essence and blood to refine their souls."

After scolding them, he glanced indifferently at Yuan Chun and the other two. The surrounding demonic cultivators, upon hearing that they could enjoy them at will, also had their eyes gleaming with lust. They laughed wildly and surrounded the three of them. With a casual wave of their hands, they tore Yuan Chun's outer skirt to shreds with their true essence.

"Haha, it's been a long time since I've enjoyed a proper fairy."

"The righteous fairies are the best. I like the chaste fairies the most. The female cultivators in the Demon Realm are all lowly maids who use yin-yang cultivation to replenish their yang."

The group grinned maliciously and surrounded Yuan Chun and her companions, their towering shadows slowly engulfing them.

"This body is slender and has delicate skin, keep it for me, kill it after we're done!"

Yuan Chun's eyes showed despair, but her meridians had long been eroded by the strange true essence of the blood mist, leaving her without any strength and unable to even condense her true essence.

"Master! Save my Master!"

Even someone as strong as her couldn't help but have her Dao heart crumble before the demonic cultivator's ferocious smile.

They'll die. They're all body cultivators; they'll be played to death.
Yuan Chun instinctively resisted, but her right hand was snapped off. The excruciating pain contorted her pretty face as she sobbed and screamed, but the demonic cultivators seemed to hear celestial music and continued to tear at her robes.

"Fellow Daoist, you have such refined tastes, why don't you invite me along?"

A cold wind swept through the gap, carrying away the nauseating stench of blood.

Bathed in moonlight and amidst the rolling, eerie winds, Luo Fanchen strolled leisurely in, the soul banner in his hand dancing in the eerie wind, its blood-red patterns twisted and distorted like ghosts.

"Who are you, sir?"

Chen's expression changed slightly, and his angry eyes gradually became serious, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Before the other party appeared, he did not sense the slightest aura. Moreover, with the yin wind sweeping through the valley, their blood mist formation was completely suppressed, and it was only a matter of time before it became ineffective.

This person is definitely not someone to be trifled with; one should not easily make an enemy of him.

As demonic cultivators who walk on the edge of a knife, their perception of danger is far stronger than that of righteous disciples.

"How could you lowly ants possibly know my name?"

Luo Fanchen stood with his hands behind his back, his face contorted with anger. While secretly beckoning his fellow disciples to approach the opponent, he was about to unleash the Ghostly Soul with full force using the first-grade superior Seven Desires Staff.

"A bastard is a bastard."

Luo Fanchen sneered, the Soul Banner in his hand fell to the ground, and the Yinghuo Array was instantly covered with blood mist. At the same time, he used unreasonable and domineering methods to capture all the ghosts in the Seven Desires Staff of several demonic cultivators.

"Your Majesty!"

The soul banner unfurled like a demon, with countless blood-red patterns flowing down from the dark red soul pole, staining the soil and forming an irregular rhombus that simultaneously occupied the central palace and various Qimen positions, reversing the Bagua.

The Soul Banner unleashed its oppressive power, causing hundreds of wronged souls to roar in unison. The intense pressure rendered the demonic cultivators unable to mount any resistance; their pupils trembled with unease, and their bodies involuntarily knelt on the ground.

"The Soul Banner? Are you a high-ranking disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect, sir?"

With a furious expression, he knelt on the ground, kowtowing incessantly, every cell in his body nearly collapsing under the oppressive force of the soul banner.

The disciples of the Heart Demon Temple were even worse off, feeling as if their souls were burning and experiencing excruciating pain.

"Trash is trash. Now you want to know my name?"

Luo Fanchen's eyes were cold, but inwardly he was marveling.

The Three Saints Sect truly lived up to its reputation as the leader of the demonic sects. Even though the Heart Demon Temple was not a direct vassal of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the servility within its natal demonic treasure would still be unconditionally and completely suppressed by the main banner in its hand, and its life and death were only a matter of his will.

Unlike the Taoist sect, the Three Saints Sect is not benevolent. In their eyes, vassals are slaves and consumables.

Even if a servant has reached the Core Formation stage, he is still a servant and must still kneel before his master.

"We would never dare to offend you, sir!"

The demonic cultivators trembled like leaves, only daring to stare at Luo Fanchen's shoe tips; there was no trace of their usual ferocity and arrogance.

"You wretched slaves are useless even if you live. You might as well enter my soul banner and serve me from now on. That would be an honor for you."

"My lord, spare me! Spare me!"

"We would never dare to provoke you, sir. If we had known the Soul Banner was right in front of us, you would have been able to take all our resources without us even lifting a finger!"

They kowtowed repeatedly, tears streaming down their faces, but the Three Saints Sect's demonic power was so great that they couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance.

They were unwilling to accept it.
(End of this chapter)