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

Chapter 209 The End of the Li Family
Fang Yi frowned slightly when he saw this.

Li Zhaofei was old and frail, and although he was trapped in an illusion, it was difficult to use soul-searching techniques, lest he be unable to bear it and die on the spot.

The spiritual light in his hand flickered, the magic power turned from flourishing to withering, and the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner shook again.

Dark green runes emerged from the banner, pulsing and connecting, forming a shadowy giant cauldron.

"go with!"

A human-shaped soul fell from the withered and flourishing banner of the ruins world into the dark and mysterious giant cauldron, and was tormented by the Yin fire.

In just a few breaths, it turned into a drop of gray-black liquid.

A first-grade, mid-grade soul material, Yinhun Liquid. Made from the souls of cultivators, it's of extremely poor quality. While it can nourish the soul, it also pollutes the foundation.

Once a cultivator takes it, his spiritual and mental progress may be completely cut off and his cultivation will not improve at all.

Even if a cultivator of the demonic path uses it to raise ghost servants, he still needs to refine it repeatedly.

But for Fang Yi, he didn't intend to waste that energy.

As long as Li Zhaofei doesn't die in Fuguang Garden, the pollution of his soul won't matter.

Tick
The gray-black ghost liquid filled with impurities blends perfectly with Li Zhaofei's soul.

With this help, his spirit recovered a little and he murmured to himself.

"The withered soul vine was obtained from the Ming family in Sanling Valley. There is no spiritual object of a higher grade in the family.

Of the second-level spiritual objects, only this withered soul vine, the rest were all exchanged for the main materials for foundation building."

"The Ming family of Sanling Valley?"

Fang Yi frowned slightly. It was quite normal for the Ming family to have a second-level soul-nourishing tree accompanied by a soul-withering vine.

However, his own life-saving magic weapon, the Ruins of the World's Withered and Flourishing Banner, will not be able to be upgraded to a top-grade magic weapon in the short term.

"What trump cards does the Li family of Qianzhiyuan have? Does the family have a secret vault? What treasures are there?"

Fang Yi's mind moved, and he began to question the Li family's background.

The two strongest cultivators of the Li family of Qianzhi Garden are now in his hands.

He couldn't get his hands on the spiritual fields and shops, but he could still take some of the floating wealth.

"The clan's secret library."

collapse!
Li Zhaofei's face showed pain, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept falling.

"Is this a soul restriction?"

Fang Yi stopped asking questions and probed into Li Zhaofei's sea of ​​consciousness with his soul.

After a few breaths, he understood in his mind that this old guy still had a trick up his sleeve. When he came to this foundation-building ceremony, he had set up a magic ban on the soul and spirit.

Moreover, it is a death ban. Once the secrets of the Li family are involved, this ban will be automatically activated.

If he continued to ask, his soul would surely explode and die, and then the Xuanyang Mountain Tianxing Hall would come to him.

Fang Yi's mouth twitched slightly.

It is true that the soft are afraid of the hard, the hard are afraid of the cruel, and the cruel are afraid of those who are not afraid of death.

"Li Yuanzi, do you know what trump cards the Li family of Qianzhiyuan has? Does the family have a secret vault? What treasures are there in the vault?"

"I only know one secret vault in the clan, the rest..."

"what!!!"

Looking at Li Yuanzi, his face showed pain, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept falling.

Although the situation has improved a little, there are still legal restrictions in the soul.

Fang Yi thought for a moment and realized that he couldn't do it directly, so he started to hint at it.

Half an hour later.

In the lobby of Fuguang Garden, Fang Yi slapped his pet bag.

A topaz-colored spiritual light emerged and transformed into a small silver-white beast.

He pointed at the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner floating in the air and gave the order.

"Qijie, you guard this precious banner and keep Li Zhaofei alive.

I have something to do and will be back soon."

Qijie looked at the Xujie Kurong Banner, which was lush green and floating in the air.

Ancient runes wandered around, connecting with the vitality of plants and trees, turning into strands of spiritual light that hung down.

"Hmph!"

Qijie blinked his dark eyes and exhaled a breath of demonic power to show that he understood.

Fang Yi walked out of the hall and gave instructions to the maid standing outside the door.

"Narcissus, Rose, you two must guard this courtyard. Fellow Daoist Li is currently recuperating. No one without my token may enter.

Besides, Yulan, come with me to visit Mr. Wu."

"Yes, I will obey your orders."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep. He had the two cultivators of the Li family in his hands, and he himself was good at illusion.

Apart from the spiritual objects, there are many more benefits that can be obtained, but this requires the assistance of the monks from Yuping Peak.
After a stick of incense.

Chixia Garden, Stone Pavilion.

There are some beautiful bamboos outside the pavilion, and their shadows are swaying.

Under the lingering aroma of tea, Old Wu had a kind face as he listened to the handsome monk in front of him talking.

After a while, he considered it for a moment and then spoke.

"Young Master Fang just said that the Li family of Qianzhi Garden invited you to preach at Qianzhi Garden as a favor for removing the fire poison. This is not a big problem.

However, the young master said that Li Zhaofei is willing to sell a spiritual mine controlled by Qianzhi Garden to my Yuping Peak in exchange for my Yuping Peak monks to promote it.

Is this true?"

"Senior Brother Li just visited me, his words were sincere, and he even prepared the Dharma contract, but even so, I still hesitate.

I heard that Qianzhi Garden was being targeted by several senior brothers in the middle stage of foundation building. If they knew about this..."

Mr. Wu is very confident.

"It's okay, it's just a spiritual mine. Although it's worth a lot of money, those fellow Taoists will give me Yuping Peak some face."

Then he sighed slightly.

"Hey, Old Ghost Li has always been very frugal, it's rare for him to be so generous.

With such a sense of propriety, I think he wants me, Yuping Peak, to support him so that the Li family can escape more easily.

Young Master, when you go to Qianzhi Garden this time, you only need to preach. As long as you do not interfere with the spiritual fields and spiritual mines occupied by Qianzhi Garden, even if those families are dissatisfied, they will give you face.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Wu."

Li Zhaofei naturally has no sense of propriety, but now that he has fallen into Fang Yi's hands, he will do whatever Fang Yi wants.

'Unfortunately, although the Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower Technique is a top-notch illusion technique, the Thousand Plant Garden on Lingyang Peak is still a bit far from Yuping Peak, so I need to go there in person.

Well, it's a good opportunity to make good use of Li Zhaofei, a waste, so that I can repay my kindness and spread the reputation of being good at wood-attribute healing spells.

Fang Yi knows the importance of a good reputation.

After all, puppets are not like elixirs or talismans, they are consumables.

Even if it was only a first-level puppet, if the cultivator carefully maintained it, it could be passed down for several generations. This would affect the speed at which one could earn spirit stones.

Therefore, during the foundation-building period, Fang Yi prepared to cultivate the identity of a second-level spiritual doctor.

The way of a spiritual medicine practitioner and the way of a living puppet are two sides of the same coin, both relying on the understanding of the cultivator's meridians and body.

In his previous life, he refined a lot of living puppets, thanks to the contributions of many talented people.

In terms of the accumulation of spiritual medicine, although it is not as good as the puppetry, which is at the third-grade upper level, it is also at the quasi-third-grade level.

Just like ordinary people, unless they attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven, cultivators cannot escape birth, aging, injury, and death.

This is especially true during a beast tide.

A second-level spiritual doctor who can treat foundation-building monks and has a good reputation. His status is much higher than that of puppeteers of the same level.

It was enough for Fang Yi to gain a relatively safe position in the beast tide.

Moreover, spiritual doctors earn spiritual stones by treating injuries. How many people who have established their foundation dare to default on their payments?

'The most important thing now is to spread your reputation'

Fang Yi's eyes were deep, as if he could see through the red walls of Chixia Garden and see Li Zhaofei with a withered face and dilated pupils.

"Extending life and building a foundation, even if it's only for a quarter of an hour, is there a better advertisement than this?"

Two days later, Qianzhi Garden, pulpit.

The news that Master Fang Yi, a new foundation-building cultivator from Yuping Peak, was explaining the way of cultivation had already spread throughout the outer sect.

On the bluestone square in front of the pulpit.

Old men, sword practitioners, Confucian scholars, nearly a hundred cultivators were eagerly waiting.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A dull drumbeat sounded, and many monks looked up.

I saw a blue spiritual cloud breaking through the sky from the horizon. A radiant glow shone from the cloud, and golden flowers fell from it.

In just a few breaths, the spiritual cloud carried Fang Yi and others to the Asking Platform.

The spiritual cloud turned into a cloud bed three meters in size, and spiritual characters appeared on it.

Fang Yi had a cold expression on his face. He wore a jade crown, a green wooden robe, and held a spiritual banner in his hand as he sat on a cloud bed.

Beside him are daffodils, roses, wild roses, hornbeams, magnolias, lilies, peonies, and golden chrysanthemums.

These eight maids held bronze incense burners with animal heads in their hands, and wisps of fragrant incense rose from the incense burners.

Some hold golden lamps, others hold fisherman's drums, standing on both sides.

Looking at the monks under the Taoist platform, his eyes were filled with longing. A trace of reminiscence flashed in Fang Yi's eyes.

Half a century ago, the Li family of Qianzhiyuan was at its peak.

He invited Master Lingmu to preach here, and he himself stood on the cloud bed.

Now that the Li family is about to be blown away by the wind and rain, it is now his turn to preach the foundation.

……

Fang Yi's mind moved.

Li Zhaofei sat cross-legged on the other side of the cloud bed, while Li Yuanzi stood beside him with his hands hanging down.

A hoarse sound rang out over the cloud bed.

"Junior Brother Fang is a brilliant man in our sect, having already established a solid foundation in the Dao. Today, I have invited you here.

According to the old custom of Xuanyang Mountain, I will teach you the way of Qi training and foundation building. I hope that you, my fellow disciples, will practice diligently and you will surely be able to build your foundation in the future."

He glanced at the monks below the stage and bowed.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Fang."

Fang Yi nodded slightly.

“I was able to establish the foundation of Taoism thanks to my senior brother who opened the secret realm and helped me extract the fire poison with the help of the spiritual spring.

Now that I have been invited by Senior Brother Li to come here to preach, it is only natural that I should do so.

In this case, Junior Brother, I will show my ugliness.”

Fang Yi waved the spiritual banner in his hand, emitting wisps of vitality. He began to carefully describe his understanding of the Qi training period.

The maid behind him also followed the ancient rituals of Xuanyang Mountain and used all her strength to play the fishing drum and golden lantern.

On the platform for asking questions, bursts of pure drum sounds echoed, echoing with the golden flowers.

From time to time, there is Qingxia evolution.

Three days later, Fang Yi tapped the jade bell lightly and stopped preaching.

"All my understanding of the Qi training stage is here. Now that the beast tide is dangerous, I hope that my fellow apprentices can gain some understanding and establish their foundation as soon as possible."

Under the pulpit, many monks felt as if they had been enlightened and gained a lot. They all stood up and bowed with respectful tones.

"Thank you, Master Fang Yi, for your teachings. May your path to immortality be smooth and everlasting."

Fang Yi nodded in return.

"puff!"

In front of hundreds of monks who were listening to his teachings, Li Zhaofei suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Several golden needles shot out from his limbs and bones.

"Ancestor!!" Li Yuanzi's face changed drastically beside the cloud bed and he pounced towards Li Zhaofei!

"Hmm? Senior Brother Li?

"Golden Needle Soul Sealing Technique, why do you have to do this, Senior Brother?"

Fang Yi also looked anxious, with the spiritual flag in his hand shaking and his magic power surging.

Strands of vitality quickly condensed and turned into layers of green halos.

(End of this chapter)