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

Chapter 160: Cutting the Grass to Root Out

First-grade low-grade, first-grade mid-grade, first-grade high-grade

Two spiritual objects, one white and one red, were refined to the first-grade upper grade and could no longer be upgraded.

"Not enough! We also need the Moonstone itself."

Fang Yi looked at the red blood beads and soul-condensing liquid in front of him, whose quality could no longer be improved, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

There was a faint spiritual light in his hands, and one seal after another was cast into the Moon-Gazing Stone.

Then he waved his sleeves and the cloud smoke pot was activated.

The white clouds rolled and turned into a big hand, grabbing the bright moon in the cave.

puff!

The five fingers of Yunwu's hand came together and collided with the restriction that sealed the Moon-gazing Stone, stirring up waves of spiritual energy.

"After all, it is a restriction set by the Foundation Establishment Master, and it still requires mana to dissipate."

According to Yang Caier, the ban on this second-level Moon-gazing Stone set by her master is a death ban and there is no solution.

He only needs to spend time and use his magic power to consume it, and it will not be difficult to take out the spiritual object.

But Fang Yi was not willing to do so.

Although the monks from the Feng and Wei families who came here have been wiped out, it is better to take the treasure early to avoid any further trouble.

If it weren't for the refining of the Red Blood Pearl and the Soul-Condensing Liquid, he would have taken the treasure and left long ago while the spiritual materials were fresh.

Fang Yi's mind moved, and the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword appeared in his hand.

"disease!"

His face turned pale, and a drop of blood with a slight fragrance was forced out from his fingertips and merged into the Soul-Slaying Sword.

Nourished by the sperm and blood, the ancient blade was covered with traces of scarlet color, and its power increased dramatically.

Fortunately, Fang Yi also practiced physical cultivation, so his qi and blood were abundant. The loss of three drops of essence and blood today was only a minor loss of his vitality, and did not harm his foundation.

After swallowing a pill to replenish blood and qi, Fang Yi's face became a little redder.

Afterwards, the magic power around his body surged, and the Soul-Slaying Sword flew out of his hand and turned into a faint blue light.

Aura of light rolled up in the cave.

"Crack. Crack" one restriction after another was shattered by it.

The millstone-sized Moon-gazing Stone rose up, creating layers of moonlight.

After taking back the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword, Fang Yi poured his immense magical power into the Yinhun Bone Pool.

Wow

The yin energy gathered in the pool of ghosts and bones, rolling endlessly, and the shadow of a white-skeletal demon slowly emerged from it.

The phantom wore a three-yin crown, a human skin robe, and held a string of bone beads in his hand, which was slowly turning.

puff
Apparently due to the low quality of the magic weapon, the Bone Demon God fell apart, leaving only the shadow of his left arm.

A pale hand stretched out from the deep pool, and its five fingers with distinct bony joints closed together, holding the Moon-Gazing Stone in its hand, and slowly dragged it into the pool of ghosts and bones.

Seeing this, Fang Yi also changed his magic formula.

An endless supply of small moonstone ore was crushed one by one, turning into strands of silver-white light and thrown into the pool of ghosts and bones.

The silvery-white light collides with the moonstone.

The stone skin around it was continuously washed away, revealing the moon-white interior of the original ore.

Half a day later.

From the small moonstone vein, a moon-white beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds and stirring up a vast tide of spiritual energy.

"Humph"

Upon seeing this, Qijie calmly activated his demonic power, continuously pouring it into the three formation stones in front of him.

On the formation stones, a yellowish-brown spiritual light flowed.

On the Moonlight Formation, circles of silver ripples surged, calming down the strange phenomenon that was enough to attract the attention of those who had established their foundation.

In the cave.

A pool of ghosts and bones, constantly absorbing and exhaling yin-attributed spiritual power.

In the pool, three precious pearls, one silver, one white, and one red, were chasing and playing.

If there were any cultivators present, they would find that every time the red and white gems collided with the silver gem, wisps of black impurities would precipitate out.

'First-class top-level spiritual material.'

Fang Yi looked into the pool, where the red blood beads and soul-condensing liquid were radiating spiritual light. He knew that the most critical moment had arrived.

Based on the first-level spiritual materials, they are upgraded to second-level spiritual materials.

If it weren't for this training method, with the right time, place and people, he wouldn't have even a 10% chance of success.

"Whoo~"

Fang Yi sat quietly and regulated his breathing, lit a stick of nourishing incense, calmed his mind, nourished his soul, and slowly adjusted his state to the best.

There is only one piece of top-grade spiritual material, and we must not fail this time.

After a stick of incense.

Fang Yi has become self-sufficient and has perfect magical powers.

He slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and magical power surged around his body.

Wisps of green light emerged, condensed and collided behind him, turning into the shadow of a lush ancient tree.

This is the shadow of the ancient spiritual root, the Great Chun wood, and it is also the state of it attacking with all its strength.

Fang Yi kept casting spells in his hands.

The ancient tree has lush branches and leaves, and the verdant spiritual leaves keep falling and turning into a green chain.

The chains moved, drawing out the spiritual veins in the cave.

"Ancient Tree Spirit Absorbing Method" is a forbidden method among the wood-attributed secret methods.

The monks created this forbidden technique by taking advantage of the spiritual wood's ability to absorb nutrients.

Once used, the essence of the spiritual vein will be sucked away, and no spiritual energy will be produced for at least three hundred years.

But Fang Yi didn't care.

With the help of the power of this spiritual vein, he does not have to worry about running out of mana, and the confidence in refining second-level spiritual materials can be increased by another 20%.

"Gulu.Gulu"

The spiritual veins continued to weaken, and the essence of spiritual energy was continuously drawn into the pool of ghosts and bones, turning into a thin layer of spiritual liquid.

This place was chosen by the foundation-building master as the place for refining second-level spiritual materials, so it must have its extraordinary features.

This cave is the core of the spiritual vein of the entire small moonstone mine, and there is a spiritual eye here.

Using this material is enough to solve the problem of lack of spiritual power.

The magic formulas in Fang Yi's hands changed, and one after another ancient magic seals were cast into the pool of ghosts and bones.

The pearl was floating in the pool, and suddenly the Moon-Watching Stone emitted a bright silver light.

"Yinming Spirit Ascension Technique!" Rich yin attribute spiritual power rolled.

In the pool of ghosts and bones, the shadow of the demon wearing a three-yin crown and a human skin robe appeared again.

Click. Click.
The Bone Demon opened his jaws and sucked hard.

The spiritual liquid accumulated in the Yinhun Pool turned into a line of water and was swallowed into its stomach.

With the help of this spiritual liquid, the shadow of the Bone Demon God finally stabilized.

He opened his five fingers and pinched the silver orb into his hand.

"quack."

A gloomy and strange laugh was heard.

Then, a silver ray of light was drawn out from the Moon-Watching Stone.

The rosy glow continued to flow, constantly cleansing the two red and white gems floating in the pool of bones.

Half an hour later.

Rumble!
A huge sound echoed in the cave, the Skeleton Demon disappeared, and the silver light also returned to the Moon-Watching Stone.

Two beams of light, one red and one white, shot up into the sky from the mineral vein.

The clouds and mist rolled in, and Qijie manipulated the small maze to conceal the movement again.

'It's finally done.'

Looking at the two bright pearls in front of him, Fang Yi nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand.

The orb slowly fell into his hand.

"In this case, all we need to do is ask for help from Fellow Daoist Xu. The Blood Sun Pill is right before our eyes."

He was a little excited. After decades of reincarnation as a cultivator, he finally stood in front of the foundation-building gate again.

Even if it is just a breakthrough in body refining, he is still a foundation-building cultivator.

Half a day later, at Jiuhan Mountain Market.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the silvery moonlight shines down.

A cloud of mist slowly rose above the Feng family’s residence.

Then a spiritual pool emerged, and the red blood beads in the pool slowly rotated, sensing the same blood.

Two days later.

In a teahouse in the market town.

A burly monk drank a cup of spiritual wine.

“Old man Che, you are known as the know-it-all of Jiuhan Mountain, and you are also a cultivator of the Che family.

Tell me how the Feng and Wei garrisons became deserted in just one day."

Che Kefu gently stroked the mustache on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, you've asked the right person."

Seeing that many monks in the teahouse were looking at him, he looked very proud.

"Driver, please speak quickly."

"That's right, why are you hiding it?"

Seeing Che Kefu smiling and pointing at the empty teapot on the sandalwood table, the meaning was self-evident.

A powerful voice sounded.

"Waiter, serve this fellow Taoist a pot of premium spiritual tea."

"Alright, sir, please wait a moment."

Half a minute later, Che Kefu squinted his eyes and tasted the spiritual tea in his hand with great satisfaction.

"Rain in the Que Tongue, good tea."

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, he didn't keep anyone in suspense.

"I have something to say, the dispute between the Feng and Wei families is already known to everyone."

"Master Che, everyone in the Jiuhan Mountain market knows about this. The fifth elder of the Feng family died at the hands of the Wei family a while ago.

If this is all you have, you can't drink this spiritual tea."

"Snapped!"

Che Kefu patted the hand that was reaching out to Lingcha.

"Sixth kid, your hair hasn't even fully grown yet, you know shit. What the old Taoist is going to say next is the most important thing.

A day ago, all the soul tablets enshrined in the ancestral temples of the Feng and Wei families were shattered, and dozens of mid-level Qi training cultivators disappeared without a trace.

The monks in the teahouse were in an uproar, and the scene became extremely noisy.

"How is that possible? They are the Feng family and the Wei family."

"Soul tablets are rare and valuable. To be able to enshrine them, one must be at least an elder of two clans, and that's a high-level Qi training cultivator."

"Old man Che, you are talking nonsense!!"

Seeing that many monks were in disbelief.

Che Kefu laughed heartily, and his heart was burning with joy as he thought of the instructions given by the clan leader yesterday.

A cultivator from the Wei family fell into the hands of the Che family and was tortured, which is how the Che family learned the news.

Che Kefu took out a token and slammed it heavily on the table.

“This matter has been confirmed by the head of our Che family. Although we don’t know the cause, the result is that the cultivators of the Feng and Wei families have already fled in all directions.

Now that the group is leaderless, the head of our Che family is a great cultivator at the sixth level of Qi training and is willing to recruit talented people.

This opportunity should not be missed. If you are interested, you can join our Che family and participate in this grand event."

The teahouse fell silent.

Then many monks looked at each other with fiery eyes.

It was obvious that they knew that these were two groups of monks who had escaped and would be in great danger if they fell into the hands of the Che family.

But no one cared about this matter. What everyone cared about was how much profit the Feng and Wei families could get if they left.

"Drive buddy, I want to join!"

"Go away!"

A somewhat wretched monk pushed through the crowd and held on to Che Kefu's hands tightly.

"Do you remember me, Chedao? I'm Xiao Liu. We went to Baihualou together."

"Well, Fellow Daoist Liu? You are one of them."

"I! I! I! Brother Che, I have a sister. Although her cultivation is low, she is quite pretty. If you are willing, please marry her."

"Oh? You count as one too."

Che Kefu's face flushed with rosy red. He paid no attention to the monk in a gray robe and slowly left the building.

(End of this chapter)