Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 122 The storm is rising
Song Qinghe was feeling annoyed. Taoist Ku had not appeared in the Yunze Market for a long time, Gu Jiu was injured and very tenacious, and although Ziweixian was turned off, no suspicious cultivator took action.

He was not doing his job well and received a lot of punishment.

Now that the Xuanyang Mountain Competition is approaching, he must show his talents in this Jiazi Competition. Otherwise, the identity of Yan Youtai as the protector may be lost.

Fang Yi was thinking about this in his heart, but he looked quite enthusiastic.

"Brother Song, I have already advanced to the first-class puppeteer a while ago, so I can naturally customize high-quality puppets, but it is this wear and tear..."

"What's the loss? What's your success rate, Junior Brother Fang?"

Fang Yi would naturally not reveal his true colors. He looked embarrassed and his tone was hesitant.

"Brother Song, please forgive me. I've just made a breakthrough in my puppet-making skills. I'm over 90% confident in making this mid-grade puppet, but I'm only 50% confident in making a top-grade puppet."

"Fifty percent?"

Seeing this, Song Qinghe frowned slightly.

Previously, Fang Yi was suspected of being the Taoist Ku. He observed him for a long time and tried many times. Although he finally ruled out this possibility, he also had some understanding of Fang Yi's progress in cultivation.

Soon after his cultivation advanced to the seventh level of Qi training, his puppetry skills were able to make a breakthrough, and he became a top-grade first-class puppeteer. Such talent was already quite outstanding among many puppeteers.

As far as Song Qinghe knew, Fang Yi's talent in puppetry was only slightly inferior to that of Zhou Zhongguang, the puppet genius from the Zhou family of Duobao Pavilion. But this was also very outstanding.

If it weren't for his lower cultivation level, Fang Yi would have had an 80% chance of advancing to the inner sect disciple in this sect examination.

This is also the reason why Song Qinghe came to find him and refine the puppet.

After taking out two storage bags from his waist and handing them to Fang Yi, Song Qing asked.

"Brother Fang, this kind of spiritual material can be used to refine several high-quality puppets. And how long will it take to make these puppets?"

Fang Yi took the storage bag and probed it with his spiritual sense, and he knew what was in the bag.

A wind-attributed demon bird skeleton, a fire-attributed ape skeleton, and some spiritual minerals and precious wood.
Fang Yi had never imagined that Song Qinghe's intention was so simple, that he was actually here to refine puppets.
"Brother Song, the spiritual objects in this bag can be used to refine two first-grade, top-grade puppets. However, my skills are limited, so I can only guarantee to provide you with one top-grade puppet in half a month."

"Okay! I'll trouble you, Junior Brother Fang." Song Qinghe agreed immediately. During the Xuanyang Mountain Competition, who knows how many monsters and demons would appear. The more confidence we have, the better.

Song Qinghe tempted Fang Yi, as if worried that he wouldn't try his best.

"Junior Brother Fang, if you can refine a top-grade puppet, I will pay you according to the market price. But if you can refine two top-grade puppets, I will triple the reward."

After saying that, in order to prove his own ability, Song Qinghe's body was surrounded by a faint golden light, and he released the aura of his ninth level of Qi training.

"Golden Spiritual Root Qi Training Nineth Level Cultivation and this hint of sharpness, he should be practicing the second-order gold attribute sword technique."

Fang Yi silently recorded the information revealed by Song Qinghe and estimated his chances of winning the fight.

"The sword energy isn't pure, and doesn't have the flavor of those sword maniacs. If I were to attack, it wouldn't be difficult to defeat them with my current trump card, but I wouldn't be able to kill them."

"Next time I return to Xuanyang Mountain, I'll go to the Sutra Library to see if Song Qinghe is practicing any of the sect's secret techniques."

Fang Yi was secretly calculating in his mind, but he looked very enthusiastic as he took out a deed.

"Brother Song, don't worry. You and I are both disciples of Xuanyang Mountain. Even if it weren't for the reward, I would still do my best. Brother, please take a look at this contract. If you have no questions, let us sign the contract."

Song Qinghe swept his spiritual sense over the contract and saw that the terms were clear and there was nothing wrong with it. He waved his hand and cast a ray of golden light onto the contract.

Seeing this, Fang Yi also shot out a green light from his hand, completely activating the magic contract.

Song Qinghe was very satisfied.

With the help of this top-grade puppet and the trump cards he prepared, it was enough for him to win a good ranking in the sect competition, allowing Yan Youtai to increase his investment in himself.

Song Qinghe bowed.

"Thank you, Junior Brother. I have other important matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you. I am so happy to see the Qianji Pavilion open."

"Brother, walk slowly."

Fang Yi bid farewell to Song Qinghe with a smile.

Then he entered the Qianji Pavilion and started chatting with monks such as Yang Caier.

As soon as the puppet shop opened, it received its first order and was very satisfied.

Moreover, the wind-attributed demon bird spirit bone in the storage bag would also be beneficial for his preparation to refine the second level.

In the evening, the moon was high in the sky in Xuanbao Garden.

Strands of moonlight weave through the bamboo shadows.

Zi Yan carried a food box and walked slowly towards a quiet room.

Her delicate hands picked up the copper ring in front of the quiet room door and rang it gently.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Sir, your maid Ziyan is here, it's time for you to have your meal."

Fang Yi stopped absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy.

Then, with a thought, Qijie opened the formation guarding the quiet room.

"come in."

Click~
The door of the quiet room slowly opened. Fang Yi opened his eyes and saw a beautiful woman wearing a black cloak, looking at him timidly.

The beauty has eyebrows like crescent moons, a high nose bridge, and her black hair dances in the wind like a waterfall as she walks.

Seeing Fang Yi looking at her, Zi Yan felt a little shy and spoke in a soft voice.

"Sir, it's time to eat."

After saying this, he took out the spiritual dishes from the food box one by one and placed them on the stone table in the quiet room.

"Um"

Smelling the faint fragrance coming from beside him, Fang Yi nodded. He roughly knew the purpose of Zi Yan's visit, but did not point it out. After all, this was a good change in the boring practice.

Ku Rong's magic power slowly swept over the spiritual food on the table. After confirming that it was non-toxic, Fang Yi took out a pair of jade chopsticks and began to enjoy this expensive spiritual food.

On weekdays, in order to purify his magic power and prolong his life, Fang Yi basically does not take elixirs to help his cultivation.

But he would occasionally order some spiritual dishes cooked by spiritual chefs, which would help him improve his cultivation while also satisfying his appetite.

Now his cultivation has reached the seventh level of Qi training, and with the nourishment of many spiritual objects, his body training has long been comparable to that of a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training.

With his current foundation, although he cannot defeat the master of foundation building, it is not difficult for him to protect himself.

The sound of jade chopsticks clashing against cups and plates echoed in the quiet room. A quarter of an hour later, Fang Yi closed his eyes and slowly refined the spiritual energy in the spiritual food.

Zi Yan slowly put the cups and plates on the table into the food box.

Fang Yi slowly refined the gentle spiritual energy in the spiritual food, then opened his eyes and saw that Zi Yan did not leave as usual.

There was a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Zi Yan, what else do you want?"

Zi Yan looked at the monk in front of her, who was handsome and had deep eyes, and felt a heat rising from her body.

I remembered what my grandfather told me.

Zi Yan bit her teeth lightly. Some things really require one's own efforts. With a slender hand, she pulled the black cloak to the ground, revealing the plain gauze dress underneath.

Fang Yi looked at it and found that the gauze dress was very thin. Under the silver moonlight, he could almost see the delicate and graceful body underneath.

Zi Yan's tone was a little stuttering
"Sir, I... I am willing to serve you."

Seeing that this delicacy was served to his door, Fang Yi, who was not a gentleman, how could he refuse it?

Moreover, the physical desires they require when practicing body-refining techniques are greater than those of ordinary cultivators.

In the past, because I couldn't find a suitable candidate and I had some mild mysophobia, I used Ku Rong's magic power to resolve it.

Now that a beauty has come to his door, he is naturally very excited.

Fang Yi grabbed Zi Yan with his big hand and held her in his arms.

As the strands of hair brushed past him, Fang Yi felt an itch on the tip of his nose, and then he looked at Zi Yan with burning eyes.

"Miss Ziyan, you really need to think it through."

Zi Yan felt Fang Yi's strong chest and hot breath, and her body softened.

He has profound cultivation and is a top-grade puppet master. As the head of the family, he is also very elegant. How could she refuse such a person?

Zi Yan stretched out her white and tender hands and carefully untied Fang Yi's belt, with spring in her eyes.

"Master Fang, Zi Yan is willing, I hope you will show mercy."

"Hold on."

Fang Yi stopped Zi Yan's movements and shot out a ray of light in her puzzled eyes.

A green light flashed, and Qijiejuan, who was standing aside with eyes wide open and a face full of curiosity, flew out of the quiet room.

咔

The wooden door slowly closed.

In the quiet room, the sound of conversation between men and women arose.

Subsequently.

The sound of the bed shaking was faint.

An hour later.

From inside the door, the sound of delicate panting gradually came.

"Master, this is too much. Zi Yan can't take it anymore."

"If you are not satisfied, I can use it."

Then there seemed to be a faint swallowing sound.

Simultaneously
Yunze Market, Zuiyue Tower.

When Song Qinghe pushed open the door, he saw a familiar figure standing with his hands behind his back.

"Brother Yan?"

His face was filled with shock, and he subconsciously knelt on his knees, kowtowed respectfully, and prostrated himself on the ground.

"Qinghe greets Senior Brother Yan. I hope that Senior Brother's path to immortality will be smooth and that he will establish his foundation in the Dao soon."

"Humph!"

Yan Youtai snorted coldly and walked slowly to Song Qinghe's side with a rather unfriendly tone.

"Early foundation for the Dao?"

"Is your journey to immortality smooth?"

"Junior Brother Song, if everyone does things like you, how can my immortal journey be smooth?"

"Junior brother don't dare!"

Song Qinghe lowered his body a little more and spoke in a humble tone.

"Don't you dare?"

"I've seen you do this job well, and you don't seem afraid to do it. Could it be that you, Junior Brother Song, have found a better job?"

Yan Youtai slowly raised his boots and gently rolled them on Song Qinghe's head, rubbing his handsome face against the dust.

Seeing that Song Qinghe's face was bleeding, he did not dare to resist, and there was still a look of obedience in his eyes.

Yan Youtai nodded with satisfaction.

After reaching the ninth level of Qi training and having been polished many times by himself, signing the contract and setting restrictions, you can consider preparing spiritual objects for his foundation.

As for the matter of Taoist Ku, he had time to waste. Sending Song Qinghe to Yunze Market was just a idle move.

The main purpose was not to investigate the Taoist Ku, but to test the remaining pride in Song Qinghe.

Now that the goal has been basically achieved, Yan Youtai is naturally very satisfied, but it still needs to be polished a bit so that he can use it more effectively after building the foundation in the future.

His tone was deep and gloomy.

"Junior Brother Song, I'll give you another three years. Before the sect competition, you must completely crush Gu Jiushang."

"If Taoist Ku hasn't appeared yet, you will return to Xuanyang Mountain."

　One of the papers is under review, wait till tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)