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

Chapter 218 Five Years
Fang Yi's face turned pale and he spoke hesitantly.

"Brother Yan, please forgive me. I have just established my Dao foundation and my cultivation is shallow. This time, I have used up a lot of energy in using the Yimu Longevity Energy.

Now I am unable to continue pushing forward.”

Yan Youtai's expression froze as he looked at the Creation Banner in Fang Yi's hand, which had a dim glow.

He shook his head helplessly.

"Junior brother, this Yimu Changshengqi, when will it be used next time?"

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, his eyes sweeping over Yan Youtai's pure crown, Bagua robe, and stepping boots, and the many high-quality magical instruments were shining with precious light.

Estimate how often treatment is needed based on his net worth to satisfy him and maximize his own interests.

Fang Yi showed a wry smile.

“Brother, I am not well prepared this time, but I am close to my limit.

It will take at least another month, and the same will apply after that.”

"This"

Yan Youtai frowned, but saw that Fang Yi's aura was fluctuating, and the magic weapon in his hand was also dim.

He also knew that this was his limit.

"Junior Brother Fang, your vitality has been damaged and your physique is special, so this treatment is probably not enough.
Junior brother, do you have any other method to speed up the healing process?"

Fang Yi frowned and spoke after a while.

"Brother Yan, this Yimu Longsheng Qi is a secret medical method for healing. I need to use all my strength to activate the Creation Banner and refine the elixir to produce the spiritual fragrance.
It is difficult for my junior brother to improve his cultivation in a short period of time, and it is also difficult to sacrifice and refine the Creation Banner.

If you want to speed up the progress, you can only..."

"It can only be refined by using higher quality spiritual medicine." Yan Youtai laughed.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Fang, it's just a few spiritual medicines, I think your financial resources can still afford it.
Junior brother, just give me the recipe for the necessary elixir, and I will ask Fu Sheng to prepare it."

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded, took out a jade slip, and engraved the type and year of the spiritual medicine needed.

After a stick of incense.

Yan Youtai held the jade slip in his hand and slowly withdrew his spiritual consciousness.

Although he was a little surprised, he still took out a jade box from his storage bag. The box contained ten emerald green medium-grade spirit stones.

"Brother, please take good care of me. I would like to thank you for your concern. I would like to express my respect to you."
But, according to what Junior Brother said, we only need to collect the spiritual medicines in the jade slips, and there are no specific recipe requirements?"

"You're too polite, Senior Brother. It's just a small favor."

Fang Yi said some polite words while taking the jade box containing the spirit stones with a smile.

"This Yimu Longevity Energy is the result of Junior Brother using the Creation Banner to extract the essence of the elixir.

Apart from a few special elixirs, the rest only need to have sufficient medicinal strength."

Seeing Fang Yi accept the spirit stones, Yan Youtai felt a little pained, but he was still mostly satisfied.

For an ordinary foundation-building cultivator, earning three to four hundred low-grade spirit stones a year is considered a good business practice.

If it is a casual cultivator, it will be even more miserable.

After deducting various expenses such as refining instruments, renting caves, and taking elixirs, if one could have a few hundred spirit stones left, it would mean that one had a rich family background.

An ordinary quality high-grade magic weapon requires at least one thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Yan Youtai's two moves were already huge. An ordinary cultivator might not be able to accumulate such a fortune in twenty or thirty years.

"In that case, Junior Brother Fang, recover well, and I will go ahead."

"Take care, Senior Brother."

Watching the escaping light go away, Fang Yi put away his smile and put the jade box containing the spirit stones into the storage bag.

He then ordered Qijie to set up a small maze array to cover Fuguang Garden.

"Twenty mid-grade spirit stones is quite a generous sum, and it will solve my urgent need.

But next time I treat an injury, there won’t be such benefits.”

Fang Yi knew that Yan Youtai had made two big moves, not only to bribe him, but also to gain the upper hand.

Establish an image of having a strong background and deep pockets so that you can devote yourself to treating the patient.

After that, there will inevitably be some convergence
But who cares?
Fang Yi raised the Ruins Realm Withered and Flourishing Banner, and the shadow of the demon god wearing the Yimu robe tilted the medicine furnace in his hand.

A medicinal fragrance several times stronger than before gushed out from it.

"This Yimu Longevity Energy is not only used for healing. It is also a great elixir for cultivators practicing the 'Life and Death Sutra' to improve their cultivation.

And because it is refined from spiritual medicine, although the loss is huge, there is almost no poison."

Fang Yi's magic power circulated throughout his body, and he slowly refined the Yimu Longevity Qi with each swallow and exhale.

Three days later, feeling the magic power in his dantian become three times richer, he exhaled a breath of mixed air.

"Yi wood is long-lived, benefiting the essence and creating a strong foundation. Apart from the considerable expenditure, it has few flaws.

It is indeed the most highly praised secret method of cultivation in the "Book of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing".
With this monthly benefit, Yimu's longevity comes to help, combined with the foundation left after building the foundation.

In three to five years at most, I will be able to break through to the second level of foundation building."

Fang Yi looked at Tianji Peak with longing in his eyes.

“Brother Yan, you must work harder to collect spiritual medicines.

If you don't work hard, how can I have the financial resources to refine Yi Wood and keep my vitality?

Five years later.

Fuguangyuan.

In the courtyard with red walls and yellow tiles, bamboo shadows sway and the stone pavilion is filled with the fragrance of Chinese medicine.

A lush, verdant banner of the Ruins of the World fluttered. From within it, an ancient medicine furnace materialized and slowly turned.

Wisps of medicinal fragrance rose from the furnace and entered the nose of the monk who was sitting cross-legged.

Wow

A withered and flourishing precious tree appeared behind Fang Yi.

The branches and leaves of the precious tree fluttered, and wood-attributed spiritual energy was absorbed, turning the stone pavilion into a fairyland.

Amidst the mist of spiritual energy, Fang Yi's momentum continued to rise.

Rumble

The rising momentum paused, and with a slight accumulation of strength, he easily crossed a bottleneck. The gleam in Fang Yi's eyes shot out more than a foot.

"At the second level of foundation building, with the help of Yimu's long-lasting vitality, in just five years, my cultivation level was able to break through.

My current cultivation level is not mediocre among cultivators in the early stages of foundation building."

Fang Yi thought about the loss of Yimu's vitality in the past five years. Even with his wide experience, he was still shocked.
"In this case, I would like to thank Brother Yan for his selfless dedication. However, there will be no such opportunity in the near future."

Feeling the spirit puppet in the dantian.

Red, white, green, black, and yellow, five-colored spiritual light circulated. Twelve spiritual puppets exuded the power of a lower-grade second-order.

Fang Yi was quite satisfied. In the past five years, not only had his reputation as a miraculous doctor gradually risen.

He also used the opportunity of treating the foundation-building cultivators to obtain more than ten first-grade, high-quality demon beast skeletons.

Some of them were refined by him into ordinary puppets and traded to the monks in his sect.

The rest were sacrificed and refined into spirit puppets, nourished by foundation-building magic power, and now they have all reached the lower grade of the second level.

Sensing the ground rock rat spirit puppet surrounded by twelve coffins in the Dantian Qi Sea.

After nearly ten years of nurturing, this rock rat spirit puppet has already reached the peak of the second-level mid-grade level.

It is only a step away from the second-level superior quality.

"Unfortunately, a second-level demon beast is not only difficult to kill, but its intact spirit body is also a spiritual material for refining high-grade magic tools.

Even if I raised the price, I couldn't even get a second-level spirit skeleton.

Otherwise, we can go to Fengling Fairy City and be safer."

"Wow!"

A blue sky sound-transmitting crane flapped its wings and slowly hovered over Fuguang Courtyard.

"Here I am. Senior Brother Yan is really reliable."

Seeing this, Fang Yi waved his sleeves and clouds and mist surged.

It transformed into a red rainbow bridge, leading Yunhe into Fuguangyuan.

"Wow!"

The Qingxiao Sound-Transmitting Crane let out a clear cry, flapped its white wings, and slowly landed in the stone pavilion.

Fang Yi probed his spiritual sense into it.

After a while, his eyebrows raised.

"A lineage of half-demons from the Nanli Kingdom invaded. The Demonic Sect sent a large force to intercept and ambush them.

Hey, Master Tianque of Xuanyang Mountain is indeed a third-rank master of divination.

This ambush alone severely damaged a Jindan half-demon from the Nanli Kingdom."

"However, the sect once again dispatched foundation-building monks to Fengling Immortal City to resist the beast tide.
"The place where Senior Brother Yu Xing was stationed was breached by a wave of small demons. I was transferred from the sect to Fengling Fairy City."

"That's perfect. Yuping Peak isn't a place to stay for long."

In the past five years, Fang Yi was summoned by Xiao Changce several times in the Chiyan Spiritual Land.

And as his cultivation progressed, he could increasingly feel Xiao Changce's hidden cultivation.

"He has reached the great perfection of foundation building and can advance to the core formation stage at any time. My master is so hesitant, what is he waiting for?"

I remember the few times I peeked at Yuping Peak.

If Fang Yi had not had a keen sense of consciousness and was not good at sensing the energy, he would not have been able to discover it.

"Hey, I wonder who will hit this iron plate."

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and this is even more true for a demon cultivator.

Knowing that this place was dangerous, Fang Yi naturally decided to leave this dangerous place.

The entire Dayun cultivation world was in the midst of war.

The foundation-building cultivators in Dayun Country, whether they are independent cultivators or family ancestors.

Either they were heading towards the battlefield between humans and demons, or they were transferred to the place where the Demonic Path and the Nanli Kingdom were fighting.

The White Bone Sect, the Hehuan Sect and the semi-demon monks of the Nanli Kingdom fought fiercely.

In just a few years, more than ten foundation-building monks have died.

What's more, like repels like, and the White Bone Sect is also an expert in using the flesh, souls, and bones of monks.

Therefore, faced with the choice between the Demonic Path and the Beast Tide, Fang Yi asked Yan Youtai for help.

Heading to Fengling Fairy City where the intensity of the war is much lower.

Over the past few years, Fang Yi's image as a medical practitioner who is not good at fighting has been imprinted in Yan Youtai's mind.

Since it involves his own lifespan, a medical practitioner naturally cannot take risks.

But he could not disobey the decree of Jindan Zhenren and the laws of the Dayun Kingdom's Righteous Alliance.

But by paying a small price and dispatching Fang Yi to Fengling Fairy City, away from the battlefield of the demon path, Yan Youtai still has this status.

Thinking of his senior brother Yan's repeated instructions to him before he left, Fang Yi smiled.

Having a Jindan Zhenren's successor as a "friend" makes it much easier to move around in Xuanyang Mountain.

Fengling Fairy City is now facing a tide of beasts.

However, the third-level monsters were intercepted by major sects such as Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Tiandaowu in Dayun Kingdom.

Occasionally, there would be attacks by second-level beast tides, and many monks would die.

But for those who have established their foundation, self-protection is not a problem as long as they are careful.

Three days later.

A green light emerged from Fuguangyuan on Yuping Peak and rushed towards Fengling Immortal City.

A monk in sackcloth clothes who was cleaning the stone steps looked serious when he saw this.

"Towards Fuguangyuan? I've finally arrived. The Peak Master is nearing the end of his life. Don't blame me for this."

The monk in sackcloth remembered the benefits promised by a certain important figure.

He crushed the jade pendant in his arms, then bent down and continued to clean the stone steps with an honest look on his face.

(End of this chapter)