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

Chapter 99 Unleashing a Bloodbath: Why Don't You Kneel Before Me? (6500 words)

"This kid is actually quite capable."

Outside the Yimu Secret Realm, Liu Xia's face was grim, and her hands were clenched so tightly that the veins bulged.

The Qimen array plate before them shone brightly, divided into three layers with eight palaces and seven entrances, each corresponding to an entrance. Inside, hundreds of light points shimmered with spiritual light, but at the seventh entrance, a large cluster of light quickly dimmed.

"Han Chong was defeated?"

Liu Xia clicked her tongue in annoyance, her heart sinking. The seventh entrance was precisely where Han Chong and Han Yuan had set up their ambush.

In just a quarter of an hour, nearly thirty points of light were extinguished, each representing a disciple nurtured by the four sects at great expense.

The light extinguishing could at least mean loss of consciousness and inability to circulate qi, but if Luo Fanchen were to make the move, the outcome would likely be dire.

Han Chong was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, Han Yuan was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and there were two formations she had personally bestowed upon them—how could they all be wiped out in just a quarter of an hour?

"Damn it. This kid really wants to wipe out all four sects. Ming Ruoxue, you've attracted a hungry wolf."

"You should call me senior sister."

Before her, Ming Ruoxue spoke slowly, sipping her spiritual tea silently, her emerald eyes gradually narrowing.

Luo Fanchen's ferocity and combat power were even stronger than she had expected. Was it because he had broken through to the seventh level of Qi Refining? Considering the murderous intent that Luo Fanchen had accumulated and was rising, this trial would probably turn the four sects into a hell.

"Get him out of here. We cannot allow this brat to harm the vital forces of our Luoshen Pavilion."

"Those who undergo trials in the secret realm bear the consequences of their own actions. I will not violate regulations by entering the secret realm to interfere."

Ming Ruoxue's thin veil swayed gently in the frost and snow. She stroked the cup with her slender fingers and said calmly, "You brought this upon yourself."

"Ming Ruoxue, do you think you've already won?"

"Hehe, how much true essence can this lowly rogue cultivator have left after the great battle? Even if he has a true essence body, he still needs time to catch his breath. The second batch of cultivators from our four sects are already on their way and will surely kill this person."

"madness."

Ming Ruoxue shook her head gently, too lazy to argue.

Luo Fanchen's true essence body is by no means ordinary; it is a superior body. Now that his dantian has been opened, how can there be any talk of his true essence being exhausted?
She somewhat regretted letting Luo Fanchen enter the secret realm. Although the four sects were under Liu Xia's jurisdiction, they were still the fighting force of the Luo Shen Pavilion. Those who entered the secret realm were all promising talents, so it was a real pity.

She should have stopped it, but it's too late now; the Yimu Secret Realm will become a hell on earth.

"With a face like a spring breeze but a heart of a tiger, Luo Fanchen has always been vengeful."

Ming Ruoxue pursed her lips and sighed, "The four sects suffered too much loss, and Liu Xia will inevitably be held accountable by the sects this time."

"Heh, just you wait, the cultivators of our four sects will surely kill this fiend!"

Liu Xia clenched her teeth, a faint metallic sweetness lingering on her lips.

Just as she was about to deduce the course of the battle, she saw the disciples' light spots finally surrounding Luo Fanchen. Her tense face relaxed slightly, and a cruel smile appeared on her lips.

Fifteen cultivators, led by a seventh-level Body Tempering cultivator from the Thick Earth Pavilion, were more than enough to wipe out Luo Fanchen, who was in poor condition.

Before Liu Xia could even relax her smile, her relaxed face stiffened again, her complexion turned from flushed to ashen, and finally her breathing became trembling.

"How...how is this possible? Does this fiend have inexhaustible true energy?"

Liu Xia's voice trembled as she watched helplessly as the fifteen points of light quickly went out.

The faint green light symbolizing Luo Fanchen was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, slaughtering everything in its path. In the past, it was enough to deal with disciples of the same level of demonic cultivators, but they were like lost lambs, trapped in the same place, unable to even escape, and could only be defeated one by one and killed.

"An illusion array? This person is also proficient in array formations?"

"His true essence body is of the highest quality."

Ming Ruoxue had known this would happen, and shook her head with a sigh. Liu Xia was struck as if by lightning, her fair hands trembling like leaves, almost unable to hold the teacup.

With an excellent true essence body and the fact that Luo Fanchen's cultivation seems to have broken through to the seventh level of Qi Refining, it almost means that this person's true essence is inexhaustible for a short period of time.

Only by gathering their elite forces and launching a full-scale attack on this person can the disciples of the four sects have a chance to eliminate Luo Fanchen.

"Why should he get my spot?"

Liu Xia's pupils trembled, her breathing became rapid, and she was momentarily at a loss for her composure.

Whether the elites of the four sects can obtain enough spots in the Heavenly Battle and Earthly Battle is related to her sect's contribution. It is one of her few opportunities to advance to the inner sect and is related to her impression in the eyes of the Core Formation elders.

Luo Fanchen only needs to kill one-third of the disciples of the four sects to severely damage her future.

"You filthy rogue cultivator, you deserve to die! How dare you? How dare you!"

Liu Xia murmured silently, her pretty face contorted with rage; she hated Luo Fanchen to death.

"Is it possible that he only knocked out the disciples of the four sects? After all, if he goes too far, he will not escape death."

"If it weren't for you, he might have held back. This man is vindictive, and things have come to this. You should prepare to apologize."

Ming Ruoxue sighed softly, shattering Liu Xia's illusions completely. She slumped her shoulders helplessly and collapsed onto the jade table.

It's over, it's all over. Her long-cherished wish to become an inner disciple will probably never be fulfilled in this lifetime.

"Qiuyun, extract their souls, and properly prepare their internal organs and essence for the future sublimation ceremony."

Within the secret realm, Luo Fanchen expressionlessly wiped the sword in his hand. At his feet lay piles of mangled corpses, the blood soaking into the soles of his shoes, cold and sticky, slightly dispelling the evil fire in his heart.

"Spare my life! Fellow Daoist, spare my life! I'll serve you like a slave from now on!"

Before him, a spirited and beautiful female cultivator lay prostrate on the ground, her wheat-colored skin covered with countless gashes caused by swords. She had two bowl-sized penetrating wounds on her lower abdomen and thigh, from which blood flowed incessantly.

She sobbed uncontrollably, her voice hoarse from crying, her fingernails digging into the dirt.

Her hands were covered in blood, and her strong will to survive drove her to crawl forward in a disheveled state, leaving a long, bloody trail behind her, a gruesome sight.

"Squeak-"

Behind him, Luo Fanchen stood with a cold expression, his sword leaving a long, sharp cut, the icy clang of which was chilling.

"Luo Fanchen, my junior sister is the only heir of the clan. She has spent twenty years cultivating her body and finally managed to enter the inner sect. Please spare her life!"

Han Chong kowtowed repeatedly, tears streaming down his face. Ever since Luo Fanchen spared him, he had been following him closely. He had tried to launch sneak attacks many times, but they were all easily crushed. He could only watch helplessly as Luo Fanchen slaughtered his fellow disciples.

His soul was sealed, preventing him from even transmitting information that Luo Fanchen was a demonic cultivator.

"Indeed, one has to endure so much suffering to reach the seventh level of Body Tempering."

Luo Fanchen spoke in a leisurely voice, playing with the sword in his hand. Han Chong used both hands and feet to quickly crawl to his side and kneel down, pleading bitterly.

"Spare her, please kill me instead. Kill me."

"If even disciples of sects at the seventh level of Body Tempering are like this, how much more suffering must rogue cultivators endure to reach the eighth level of Body Tempering?"

Luo Fanchen snorted and casually threw out a sword, which pierced through the female cultivator in front of him and pinned her to the ground.

"No! The matter of Jubaoge was ordered by Liu Xia. Ma Fei and I were the ones who carried it out. It had nothing to do with the other disciples. Why did you kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

"Innocent? Hah."

Luo Fanchen scoffed; he wasn't the one who made the first move.

“He who kills will be killed in return. If I were even slightly weaker, I would be the one lying on the ground. At that time, would you still risk your life to die in my place?”

After saying that, Luo Fanchen squatted down, lightly slapped Han Chong's face, and said with a playful tone, "I won't kill you. If you want to follow me, so be it. I told that lowly servant Liu Xia that I would leave no one alive."

"Luo Fanchen!"

Han Chong gritted his teeth, while Luo Fanchen looked at him with disdain and slapped his head into the blood-soaked mud.

"Qiuyun, put the corpse in a spirit beast bag, don't waste it."

"Okay, Uncle Luo."

Qiu Yun's spirit manifested, her pretty face beaming with joy, her watery eyes shimmering with a blood-red light. She cast a spell, and billowing black mist enveloped the four disciples who had died tragically, taking away their corpses.

"Uncle Luo, I have already erased the memories of the surrounding rogue cultivators."

"From now on, there's no need to report. I won't target rogue cultivators."

Luo Fanchen knew that Qiu Yun was kind-hearted. He waved gently to the girl, who hesitated for a moment before slowly landing on her toes beside him, where he unexpectedly pulled her into his arms.

Uncle Luo Luo

"When we fight the enemy later, you can use the Illusionary Array of Fireflies to assist me. Without my permission, you are not allowed to use evil spirits to help you."

With the soft jade in his arms, Luo Fanchen rested his chin on Qiu Yun's shoulder. The girl's delicate body was slightly stiff, and her beautiful back timidly nestled in his embrace.

"But I also want to avenge my sister."

"I will bring her back, believe me."

Qiu Yun's lips trembled, her pretty face struggling. Luo Fanchen gently kissed her cheek, gazing at the increasingly prominent dark red eyeshadow on the girl's narrow eyelids. With a hint of pity, he took out a few Soul Cleansing Crystals for the girl to refine first.

Qiu Yun's state of mind is somewhat unstable, and if this continues, she may be brought into danger by the Soul Banner.

After this incident, she will probably have to be fed a lot of Soul Cleansing Crystals to help the girl cleanse her desires.

"The Soul Banner truly lives up to its reputation as a legitimate magical artifact; it's incredibly useful."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue, ignoring Han Chong's pain as his cheek was buried in the mud, and rode the Soul Banner away into the sky.

With the Soul Banner in hand, the grand formations relied upon by the disciples of the four sects become almost useless. The Yinghuo Illusion Array can easily cover the opponent's formation while blinding their senses, making it easier for him to defeat them one by one. In terms of killing power, it is far superior to ordinary magic weapons.

In terms of perception, the Soul Banner is also unmatched. Often, when it is more than a hundred feet away, he can sense malice and soul fluctuations through the Soul Banner, and make preparations in advance to counter the enemy's ambush.

"Who should we kill next?"

Luo Fanchen narrowed his eyes. His goal was to annihilate all the disciples of the four sects, and then Liu Xia.

He would lure this fiend into a pre-arranged formation, kill and extract her soul, and personally use torture to pry open her mouth to find out Mo Xue's location.

"Liu Xia, wash your neck clean!"

Luo Fanchen was about to fly down to the third floor to continue searching for the disciples of the four sects when he suddenly stopped.

He sensed a familiar aura of true essence and slowly flew eastward, a hundred feet away. Sure enough, he saw traces of fierce fighting on the ground.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the scene was one of utter devastation, littered with broken artifacts and mangled flesh.

"Demon cultivator?"

Luo Fanchen frowned slightly. The surrounding spiritual energy was sinister and violent. He found a piece of clothing in the burning embers. It looked like a standard robe of the Qinghe Sect. Obviously, he had encountered the demonic cultivators face to face, and there were many of them.

"Autumn Charm".

"Uncle Luo, I'm here."

"Help me detect the aura and location of these demonic cultivators."

After Luo Fanchen finished speaking, the Soul Banner appeared, its roots planted in the soil. Dense and intricate blood patterns appeared, forming a three-way gap with intertwined roots. Qiu Yun threw out three corpses, and amidst the hazy blood light, the corpses visibly shriveled up.

The array patterns flickered with evil light, and rolling dark clouds materialized. Qiu Yun made three hand gestures—Hai Water, Wu Fire, and Ding Yin—and after performing the Yinghuo Technique, she summoned the remnant soul with the Evil Control Technique and extracted fragmented memories with the Heart Sacrifice Technique.

The course of the battle and the retreat locations of the Qinghe Sect disciples were quickly determined.

"go--"

Autumn's charm commands all ghosts. Countless fierce spirits, enveloped by the illusionary array of Yinghuo, rush towards their retreating location, carried by the yin wind. Within half an incense stick's time, yin souls emerge from the ground and return to the soul banner.

"We've found Uncle Luo. He's just ten miles ahead. There are ten demonic cultivators and fifteen Qinghe Sect disciples."

"How's the battle going?"

"This group of Qinghe Sect disciples should only be scouts. Their cultivation is not high, and most of them are injured. They are currently trapped by the illusion array and probably won't be able to hold out for long."

Qiu Yun, with her clear, melodious voice, quickly summarized the battle situation and determined the location.

"Uncle Luo, should we make a move?"

"Of course, the souls and essence of demonic cultivators are also valuable."

Luo Fanchen smiled slightly. He summoned the Soul Banner, which transformed into a swirling gust of yin wind and pounced from the demonic cultivator's location. At the same time, in the center of the illusion array, chanting filled the air.

"How can there be so many demonic cultivators? They're doomed."

Shou Rufeng's fat face turned deathly pale. He collapsed to the ground as if struck by lightning by the demonic sound. Beside him were the corpses of several of his fellow disciples, who had been with him day and night. Their deaths were gruesome, their heads smashed to pieces by the demonic cultivator's staff.

Several senior brothers who still had fighting strength managed to form an array to defend themselves, but they were also seriously injured and their true energy was exhausted.

"Is this the end? I haven't even raised the little one to adulthood yet. I've let down Senior Brother Qingyuan."

Shou Rufeng covered his face and sighed deeply, his entire body trembling with fear.

The demonic cultivator's arrogant laughter echoed in his ears, chilling him to the bone. He watched as his once lively and cheerful junior sister was dragged away by the demonic cultivator, her clothes torn, about to be publicly humiliated.

"Hahaha, it tastes like a fairy!"

"We were doomed to die in the hands of the Daoist prodigies, but we never expected to be able to take a few sect disciples down with us before we died."

"It smells so good! It tastes amazing!"

More than ten demonic cultivators laughed wildly. The female cultivator who was being dragged away begged for mercy in despair, screaming and crying, but her meridians were sealed, and she could not even commit suicide.

Shou Rufeng gritted his teeth, hating his own powerlessness. Just as despair was rising in his heart, he heard a clear bell ringing.

"Jingle Bell--"

As the dark clouds rolled in, the demonic cultivators, driven by their bestial instincts, felt a chill run down their spines and stopped tearing at their clothes. They gripped their Seven Desires Staffs tightly and watched warily into the depths of the black mist, where their blood mist array had just been eroded and covered.

"Who is this?"

The leading demonic cultivator felt a chill run down his spine. The dark mist quickly enveloped the surrounding valley, obscuring their senses and allowing them to see only a foot in front of them.

"A demonic cultivator? Since we are of the same path, why don't you reveal your true form, fellow Daoist?"

"Fellow Daoist? You ants, how dare you compare yourselves to me?"

Amidst the swirling mist, Luo Fanchen, holding a soul banner, with ghostly faces and spirits roaming around him, slowly revealed himself, stepping on black clouds.

The demon cultivators were slightly taken aback and were about to get angry when Luo Fanchen looked down at them with disdain, stuck the soul banner in his hand into the ground, and snorted softly with his hands behind his back.

"Now that you have seen me, why do you not kneel?"

The banners fluttered, their eerie and ferocious blood-red patterns twisting like ghosts. A chilling wind swept over them, making the demon cultivators feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave. The Seven Desires Staff in their hands felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the pressure emanating from the depths of their souls made them tremble all over and their calves go weak.

"Puff."

Faced with the Soul Banner, the demonic cultivators were utterly powerless to resist, trembling as they knelt on the ground. The leader of the demonic cultivators even buried half of his face in the soil, unable to hide his horror as he stammered.

"The Soul Banner? The master of the Holy Sect's main branch?"

"Why, it doesn't look like it?"

Luo Fanchen looked down at him and slowly approached with his hands behind his back. Upon seeing this, the demon cultivators lowered their heads even further.

"No, we are just curious why you, a person of noble birth, would come to this dangerous place."

"Do I need to report my actions to you?"

Luo Fanchen sneered, raised his foot and stepped on the head of the leading demonic cultivator, stomping his entire face into the mud.

The tyrannical and cruel demonic cultivator, as strong as a giant bear, was now like the most loyal servant, allowing Luo Fanchen to trample him underfoot. He was so humble that he prostrated himself on the ground, while trying his best to raise his face to kiss the tips of Luo Fanchen's shoes.

"We dare not, we would never dare to offend Your Majesty's majesty."

The backs of the demonic cultivators were soaked with cold sweat, and the leader of the demonic cultivators was terrified and extremely humble.

They had no doubt about the identity of the adult before them. The ferocious blood aura emanating from him was so palpable that even they, as demonic cultivators, couldn't help but feel terrified. How many cultivators would he have to kill in such a short time to have such a terrifying killing intent?
"Idiot, where are the rest?"

"Reporting to you, my lord, there are forty-seven of my fellow disciples from the Heart Demon Temple. Three of them have died in battle. Apart from the nine junior brothers led by me, the rest are on the second floor, blocking attacks on the sect's disciples."

The leading demonic cultivator hurriedly replied, extremely humble. His name was Nao Chi, and he was at the seventh level of Body Tempering. He was one of the three leaders of the Heart Demon Temple.

Facing this important figure from the Holy Church, he felt both fear and elation.

The demonic cultivators of the Holy Sect's main lineage are of noble status, domineering in their actions but meticulous in their thoughts. Their appearance here must have been premeditated. Presumably, their sect has successfully ingratiated itself with the Heavenly Demon Sect, and this person is most likely here to rescue them and bring them back.

With the methods of the main lineage of demonic cultivators, they can be saved!

"My lord, have you come to our rescue?"

Nao Chi was extremely cautious; the Heart Demon Temple had sought help from the Heavenly Demon Sect long before its decline became apparent.

"Ha, you ants are lucky, I happen to need some servants to do my bidding."

"We are your most loyal servants!"

Anger felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and the demonic cultivators all breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was indeed the case.

"Good servant."

Luo Fanchen sneered and kicked Nao Chi to the ground. The latter did not hesitate for a moment, and knelt down obsequiously, wiping his shoes with his relatively clean sleeve, and flattered him, "With a great man taking action, these sect disciples are nothing but chickens and dogs."

"It is an honor for our Heart Demon Temple to be your servant!"

The Heart Demon Temple is nothing to be taken too seriously by the Heavenly Demon Sect. It is already a great favor that a member of the main branch has condescended to come and govern it.

Despite his shallow cultivation level, this person can command at least three Core Formation cultivators and will undoubtedly become the ruler of the Heart Demon Temple in the future.

"The disciples of the sects on the first floor have been wiped out by me. Give the order to clear the second floor pass and let the cultivators of the four sects go down to the third floor."

"Yes, may we set up a magic array?"

Nao Chi asked timidly, noticing that on the adult's soul banner were the souls of many sect disciples who had not yet been refined.

No wonder they encountered very few sect disciples blocking their way on the first floor; it turns out the master himself was taking action.

"If I say one, you must do one; two is not allowed, and three is not allowed either."

Luo Fanchen narrowed his eyes, and the demonic cultivators bowed down again, trembling with fear, with Nao Chi being the most apprehensive.

Although both were at the seventh level, his seventh level of Body Tempering allowed him to better appreciate the adult's power, the fierce and malevolent aura, and the boundless and impenetrable true essence, which suppressed him to the point that he had no will to resist.

This is the true main lineage demonic cultivator; compared to the adults, he is no different from an ant.

"We will only obey your orders and will never add anything unnecessary."

"Surround them but don't attack. Lure all the sect disciples to the third floor. Remember, do not kill a single one."

Nao Chi was slightly taken aback, seemingly finding it hard to believe that a demonic cultivator could be so kind, but then he saw Luo Fanchen clench his fists slightly, revealing his killing intent.

"I will take action myself."

"This is for Your Excellency to enjoy alone; we would never dare to compete with you. We will help Your Excellency to fully enjoy the hunt!"

Upon hearing this, Nao Chi's doubts vanished. To them, the sect disciples were formidable enemies, but to the master, they were merely a temporary game. It probably wouldn't be long before they would see those sect disciples in the master's soul banner.

"Get out of here, and immediately pass on the message."

"Yes, we won't disturb you any longer."

Nao Chi and the others looked at the Qinghe Sect disciples, whose faces were ashen, and wisely clasped their hands and knelt down before retreating.

From the moment the Soul Banner appeared, these sect disciples became the adults' spoils of war.

"We're saved!"

After Naochi and the others left, they exchanged glances and laughed heartily with relief.

They were captured by Ming Ruoxue and were like turtles in a jar, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better. Their sect climbed up to the high branch of the Heavenly Saint Sect, and now the main branch of the demonic cultivators has come in person. As long as they know what's good for them, they will be able to save their lives.

"We never expected that you would condescend to risk your life for us."

"Fool! The master must have come for Ming Ruoxue. Tsk tsk, no matter how aloof and holy that fairy is, she will eventually have to submit to the master!"

He was annoyed and speechless, and in doing so, he refuted his foolish junior brother.

These little devils have never seen the real Demon Realm and don't know how important the main lineage of demon cultivators really is.

Looking across the entire Qingyuan Domain, only Ming Ruoxue, who might be able to comprehend the Profound Chapter, is a person worth taking the risk for.

At the same time, in the valley, the disciples of Qinghe Sect slumped to the ground in dejection, terrified by Luo Fanchen.

"Soul Banner - Main Branch Demonic Cultivator"

Several Qinghe Sect disciples had given up resisting, their true essence blocked by the erosion of the Yin Mist, making it impossible for them to even form an array to commit suicide.

The female disciple who was nearly defiled covered her face and wept bitterly, her mind almost collapsing.

Everyone knows what fate awaits someone who falls into the hands of a demonic cultivator wielding the Soul Banner: endless torment, where even death is a luxury.

The demonic cultivators of the Heart Demon Temple who had driven them to the brink of despair were as insignificant as ants before this person; they had no chance whatsoever.

"Lord Lolo"

Shou Rufeng's trembling voice startled everyone from their daze. They looked up and indeed found Luo Fanchen to be somewhat familiar.

This is not the rogue cultivator that the Treasure Pavilion Master highly values.

Is he Fairy Miaoyun's lover?

"My lord, are you going to take my life?"

Shou Rufeng's fists clenched so tightly they ached, and he was too nervous to breathe loudly. This wasn't the first time he had seen the other party's secret.

Lord Luo is indeed from the main branch of the Heavenly Demon Sect, but he is by no means a person who kills indiscriminately.

Sure enough, Luo Fanchen couldn't help but smile when he saw Shou Rufeng's bear-like appearance. He put away the soul banner, walked forward slowly, and casually teased him.

"You fatso, you're really lucky."

With a hint of jest in his words, Shou Rufeng felt as if he had been granted a pardon, knowing that his life was spared.

He chuckled and scratched his head, his legs still weak from surviving the ordeal, his voice choked with emotion. Looking back at his terrified fellow disciples, he pleaded in a hoarse voice, "Sir, my fellow disciples..."

"Take this pill and stay here until the secret realm ends. Do not leave even a step."

Luo Fanchen had received kindness from Shou Rufeng, so even if he disliked the Qinghe Sect, he wouldn't go on a killing spree.

He threw out more than ten Concealing Breath Pills, then took away the disciples' storage bags and had Qiu Yun erase their memories.

"Nine out of ten people will die in this trial. Let's just wait until the secret realm ends."

"Thank you so much, sir, for saving my life."

Shou Rufeng was extremely grateful. If it weren't for Luo Fanchen's help, he would have been dead today. Now that he had been advised, he would not leave even half a step.

His fellow disciples were his closest friends, with whom he spent every day. Now that they were spared from misfortune, how could he not be overjoyed?

As expected, the master is no ordinary demonic cultivator.

Little did he know that the secret realm was likely to be in peril for nine out of ten people.

"In return for your kindness, Brother Shou, take care."

Luo Fanchen smiled in response. He did not take Shou Rufeng's storage bag, but instead gave him a few first-grade high-quality spiritual herbs obtained from looting corpses. When the secret realm ended and the points were settled, he could still get a ranking.

"My lord! My girl is extremely compatible with fire-attribute spiritual power. The steward in the pavilion said that she may have a superior spiritual root."

"When she's a little older, I'd like her to become your apprentice."

"Brother Pu Shou, we'll meet again someday."

Luo Fanchen smiled and waved his hand, transforming into a cold and aloof appearance before the disciples regained their senses.

He left his face visible, then gradually disappeared into the billowing black mist.

(End of this chapter)