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

Chapter 258 Competition
"Junior Brother Fang, go ahead and make your move. No matter what the outcome is, it can't be worse than if one person were to make his move."

Master Qingfeng smiled kindly.

His tone was gentle, but once he made the decision, the other foundation-building cultivators, whether it was Wei Qiong or Wei Jiuxiao, stopped talking.

"Sure enough, the one who really has the final say in the Examination Hall is Master Qingfeng."

Fang Yi thought about the energy he sensed through the "Sutra of Life and Death".

His magical powers are rich, his foundation is solid, and there is an unconcealed faint glow of precious light all over his body.

This is completely different from the ordinary middle stage of foundation building. He can suppress two people of the same level with his own strength.

Aunt Xie and Old Ghost Geng were both disciples of major sects, yet they were suppressed by Master Qingfeng. They were even vaguely afraid.

"Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, Tiandaowu, what are the Jindan masters of these major sects planning?"

Fang Yi felt doubtful. He had also condensed a golden elixir, and his perspective was different from that of ordinary cultivators.

A Jindan Zhenren has a lifespan of 500 years, and it is common for him to spend dozens or even hundreds of years planning a major event.

Especially for a big sect like Xuanyang Mountain, the inheritance is orderly, and there are Jindan Zhenren in charge of each generation.

In this way, it is common to spend hundreds or even thousands of years planning an opportunity and calculating power.

The magic weapon of the Mingquan Sect where he belonged in his previous life was the "Black Water Dragon Sutra", which was adapted from the "Black Water True Method" and intended to be spread.

Among the many dragon species cultivated in the "Black Water Dragon Transformation Sutra", nine dragons with transformed bloodlines were killed and sacrificed.

It took two generations of Jindan Zhenren to refine it, and it took a total of five hundred years.

Once this treasure was completed, the Mingquan Sect used its power to wipe out the two neighboring sects.

In his previous life, Fang Yi was able to cultivate to the perfection of Jindan, thanks to the many benefits he gained in this battle to destroy the sect.

Compared to life and death, seek a glimmer of hope.

Accumulating over generations, piling up soil into mountains and accumulating water into abysses, is the method that many major sects are best at accumulating foundation.

“Go or stay?
If I stay, how many opportunities can I seize from this... If I leave, where will the spiritual objects for future cultivation come from?"

Seeing that the test had already produced results, two choices emerged in Fang Yi's mind.

"I can't leave. I can't leave. Xuanyang Mountain, together with the Bishui Pavilion and other major sects, controls nearly 80% to 90% of the cultivation resources in Dayun Country.
Now that I have advanced to the foundation-building stage, I need at least a second-level spiritual vein to cultivate on a daily basis.
The first-level spiritual veins are fine, but the spiritual veins above the second level, except for a very few hidden locations, are all controlled by these major sects.

What's more, the plan in Xuanyang Mountain has only just begun to show signs.

If he takes action a hundred or two hundred years from now, wouldn't I be a fool?"

……

In a flash, Fang Yi had already made a decision in his heart.

"In this case, the Examination Pavilion must not give up... Even if we cannot fully control it due to our cultivation level, we must still control some of the power."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep as he carefully considered his future plans.

He took a step forward, transformed into a streak of light, and landed in the center of the terrace.

"Xuanyang Mountain Fang Yi greets all the fellow Taoists."

"My name is Situ Zhong, nice to meet you fellow Taoists..."

……

Seeing the two rays of spiritual light falling, Aunt Xie's face changed. She never thought that Master Qingfeng would not care about her face at all.

"Old ghost Qingfeng, do you still have any dignity left?"

"Heh." When Master Qingfeng saw the ugly faces of Aunt Xie and Old Ghost Geng, the annoyance he had felt from being plotted against was also dissipated a lot.

He smiled playfully, and the pressure around him was looming.

"Thank you, Auntie. Fellow Daoist Xia didn't say that he could only send one spiritual doctor.

My Xuanyang Mountain has a deep foundation. If we send one more spiritual doctor, the treatment of seriously injured monks will naturally be three times faster...

Don't you want to see these monks recover soon?"

"Fellow Daoist Xia, is this also possible?"

Aunt Xie's face was slightly stiff, but she was worried that she was no match for Qingfeng, so she turned her gaze to Xia Zhengbai who was holding the magic whisk.

It was a rare sight to see three factions fighting each other, and Xia Zhengbai was watching with great interest, but he never expected that the fire would burn himself.

The whisk in his hand paused, and his eyes flickered, obviously he was performing some kind of eye technique.

After a while.

After confirming that the several cultivators on the scene were full of vitality and were not mediocre, Xia Zhengbai looked at the cloud bed where the cultivator from the Bishui Pavilion was.

He spoke softly and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist. These cultivators have been attacked by the cold poison, and a fellow Daoist proficient in spiritual medicine has come to their aid.

I can’t stop you.”

The handsome monk holding a whisk pondered for a moment and walked up the stairs.

"Fellow Daoist Xie, Fellow Daoist Geng, if there are other medical practitioners from your two families who can help, they can also help."

He turned his head and looked at the other foundation-building forces.

"Fellow Daoists, if you are confident, you can take action."

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Moonlight was shining on the terrace, but many foundation-building forces were silent.

Cultivators who could reach the Foundation Establishment stage were all shrewd characters. How could they possibly interfere in the disputes between Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Tiandaowu?

When Aunt Xie saw this, she moved her lips and used the method of transmitting sound.

After a while,
She reached an agreement with Geng Laogui to suppress Xuanyang Mountain first.

On the platform, Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding looked at each other and received the message.

"Since fellow Taoists have no objections, I would like to invite a few spiritual doctors to diagnose and treat him."

Xia Zhengbai waved the whisk in his hand, and the pressure of the magic weapon was looming. His tone changed and he spoke seriously.

"Let me be frank with you. If your abilities are limited and you fail to remove the cold poison after removing the seal of the Xuanhan Method,

I also have Haoyang Pills that you can buy, but these pills are precious, and one pill is worth one thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Fellow Daoists, please consider this carefully."

"Sure enough! Fengling Fairy City has its own trump card."

Fang Yi must have known the reason why Fengling Fairy City sent these cultivators who were frozen by the Xuanhan method to the Chengtai Terrace.

Seeing that the spiritual doctor on the platform had no objection, a hint of expectation flashed in Xia Zhengbai's eyes.

"In that case, I'd like to trouble you, fellow Daoists Meng Yuanhai, She Yuanding, Fang Yi, and Situ Zhong, to take action."

As Xia Zhengbai finished speaking, Meng Yuanhai took the first step.

An ancient mirror carved from sandalwood and inlaid with gold and jade was raised by him.

The ancient mirror was dim, and a mysterious light shone down, revealing the eight extraordinary meridians of the cultivator trapped in the ice.

"A soul-reflecting mirror, a top-grade magical instrument?
Master Meng Yuanhai is indeed a top-notch spiritual doctor, he actually possesses such a soul weapon."

Listening to the praises from the monks around him, Meng Yuanhai curled up the corners of his mouth and felt proud.

Immediately, he summoned his magical power and a scroll of spiritual light appeared in his hand.

In the soul-reflecting mirror's projection, the ice-blue cold poison on the cultivator's meridians became apparent.

Seeing that Meng Yuanhai took the lead, She Yuanding and Situ Chong were unwilling to be outdone.

A copper medicine furnace and an ancient green tree were offered as sacrifices respectively.

Spiritual smoke curls up from the copper medicine furnace, and the ancient green trees shed a trace of vitality.

The two pieces of ice in front of the two of them slowly melted, and the cultivator with a dark face in the ice also slowly increased his aura.

Meng Yuanhai, She Yuanding and Situ Zhong glanced at the altar.

Fang Yi simply took out an ordinary medicine cauldron, slowly put a first-level spiritual medicine into it, and steamed the ointment.

"mean."

"Short-sighted."

"After all, I am just a junior."

After eliminating an opponent, Meng Yuanhai, She Yuanding and Situ Chong looked at each other.

Sparks flashed in his eyes, and he knew that the other two 'old friends' were the biggest opponents in this Chenglu Dharma Assembly.

Fang Yi turned a blind eye to the ridicule in his ears.

He held a blood jade root in his hand and carefully picked off a tender green spiritual leaf.

The magic power in his hand surged and puffed, cleaning the veins of the spiritual leaf and slowly dropping it into the medicine cauldron.

His peripheral vision swept across the mysterious aura, the lingering spiritual fragrance, and the verdant spiritual light. "Soul-Illuminating Pulse Exploration, Medicinal Spirit Circling Body Technique, and Ancient Wood Health Preservation Technique—these three cultivators are truly the best among second-tier spiritual healers."

pity'

Fang Yi glanced at Xia Zhengbai, who was standing on the cloud bed and wearing a black lotus crown and a royal blue wide-sleeved robe with cloud patterns, and was waving the whisk in his hand with interest.

He murmured in his heart.

'Unfortunately, the direction is wrong. No matter how hard we try, we are just going in the opposite direction.

The higher-ups, what matters is not the speed of treatment, but the overall cost.'

"Pfft!"

Another low-grade first-level flame orchid fell into the medicine cauldron, splashing bits of flaming red liquid.

On the red cloud bed.

Master Qingfeng looked a little solemn.

"Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding are indeed worthy of their reputation. It seems that Fellow Daoist Situ will have a hard time winning."

Wei Qiong, wearing a brocade robe, took advantage of every opportunity.

"What a pity! Junior Brother Fang's medical skills are ultimately insufficient. He brought shame to Xuanyang Mountain on Chenglu Terrace."

Wei Qiong looked helpless, sighed, and continued to discredit Fang Yi.

"What a pity! If Junior Brother Fang could defeat the three fellow Foundation Establishment Daoists,

Then my Xuanyang Mountain will definitely be able to suppress the Bishui Pavilion and Tiandaowu in Fengling Immortal City."

Seeing Master Qingfeng glance at Fang Yi and frown, Qian Chuanzi hurriedly explained.

"Wei Qiong, what nonsense are you talking about? As a second-level spiritual doctor, Senior Brother Fang has his own ideas."

"Any ideas?" Wei Qiong saw that Master Qingfeng's brows were frowning even more tightly.

He knew the status of Master Qingfeng in the sect. Once he broke through the late stage of foundation building, he would be the Jindan seed of Xuanyang Mountain.

He was a little excited and pressed forward step by step.

"idea?
Is it the idea of ​​using that low-grade flame orchid?
Or should we use the first-grade, mid-grade Blood Jade Root?"

Wei Qiong sneered.

"Hehe, there's not even any higher-grade elixirs?

Isn't Fang Yi just stingy about contributing to the sect? In this case, does he take Senior Brother Qingfeng's instructions seriously? "

"Hmm!" Master Qingfeng's expression changed slightly, and then he snorted coldly.

"Junior Brother Wei, you passed"

"it's not true!"

Qian Chuanzi's muscles were tense, even though he had established a foundation in Taoism and had already practiced fasting, his body was pure.

But cold sweat continued to flow, soaking his robe.

'Senior Brother Fang, Senior Brother Fang, you must have other ways.

Otherwise, if we offend Master Qingfeng, you and I, even with Senior Sister Luo, will all be in trouble.

In Qian Chuanzi's dantian, the copper rust of the copper coin magic tool emerged, activating his own wealth spirit.

A breath like a spring breeze came from the slightly trembling fat all over his body.

Wei Qiong inexplicably felt that Qian Chuanzi was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen a spirit stone.

Qian Chuanzi sighed in his heart.

"Brother Fang, I've bled profusely for you."

Using this magic of wealth and charm 'Deja Vu' will greatly damage the vitality of the life-saving magic weapon Da Yuan Tong Bao.

Just this time, it means three years of hard labor.

Only show it to the big fat sheep, not only to the distinguished guests.

Qian Chuanzi suppressed the bleeding in his heart and smiled innocently.

"Senior Brother Fang had a conversation with me before he went on stage, and he seemed quite confident.

Senior Brother Qingfeng, why don’t you and I continue reading this?”

"Oh?" Master Qingfeng stroked his long beard and glanced at Xia Zhengbai on the platform.

He then looked at Aunt Xie and Old Ghost Geng who seemed to be about to mock him.

First, there was a burst of anger. "Xie Gu Po, Geng Laogui, shut up!"

"You!" Aunt Xie's face froze and she wanted to continue speaking.

But when he saw the sky-blue Samadhi Mysterious Wind constantly flowing in the large sleeves with the Qingfeng Cloud Pattern.

In the end, I chose to shut up.

At this time, Wei Jiuxiao, wearing a Xiezhi crown, waved his cloud sleeves with gold-threaded edges, put down the jade scepter in his hand, and spoke slowly.

"Junior Brother Fang, your foundation is too shallow after all, and you still need to accumulate more."

On the cloud bed.

Master Xiang Shu, who was wearing armor, glanced at the four monks carefully, his eyes lit up, and he spoke in a muffled voice.

"Junior brother, can you please invite these three spiritual doctors, Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding, to the front line?

With the help of these three spiritual doctors, the number of casualties among Feng Lingwei’s brothers will be much smaller.”

Xia Zhengbai is a Jindan-level cultivator, and has been taught by True Man Jiuqu. His vision is beyond the reach of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

He pointed to a corner of the altar.

Fang Yi was activating a gourd magic weapon, and gurgling spiritual spring water was continuously pouring into the medicine cauldron.

"Brother Xiang Shu, what do you think of Doctor Fang Ling from Xuanyang Mountain?"

Master Xiang Shu stretched his neck out of his simple heart and took a closer look.

I took another closer look.

Take another closer look.

“I think it’s just average.”

Xia Zhengbai wanted to give some advice to the senior brother next to him who was closest to him.

"Brother, look at the elixir he put into the medicine cauldron."

Master Xiang Shu's face was serious, with a gleam in his eyes. After a while, he suddenly realized something and spoke excitedly.

"Junior brother, junior brother, I know!"

"Well, brother, you say."

Thinking of his stubborn senior brother, Xia Zhengbai had an inexplicable ominous premonition in his heart.

“It’s poverty!!

That cultivator from Xuanyang Mountain is so poor.
Look at Meng Yuanhai, She Yuanding, and Situ Zhong.

It’s either a rare magical weapon, a top-level secret technique, or a life-giving precious tree.”

Seeing that Xia Zhengbai did not stop him, Master Xiang Shu became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Look, Fang Yi is a second-level spiritual doctor. I've heard about his reputation from my brothers at Feng Lingwei.

His medical skills are fine and he is a simple and honest person. I didn't expect he was so poor.

Junior Brother Xia, can we dig him over and become a family?"

Xia Zhengbai's face turned dark blue, and the magic whisk in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

He spoke helplessly.

"Brother, I shouldn't have expected anything from you.

Then you can see the elixirs thrown into the cauldron. Blood Jade Root, Flame Orchid, Purple Monkey Mushroom
There is also the mid-grade first-grade fire attribute spiritual spring, which is a cheap and very common spiritual item."

“It’s not because I’m poor. When I first established my foundation, apart from the top-grade magic weapon given by my master, I was also penniless.

After refining my life-defining magical weapon, my storage bag will be cleaner than my face."

Master Xiang Shu murmured softly.

Xia Zhengbai shook his head slightly and gave up communicating with this cultivator who was practicing the "Green Elephant Prison Suppression Method" to the point where evil spirits had entered his brain.

“It’s not that I’m poor, it’s that I see through the needs of the Wind Spirit Guards.

Fang Yi is the illegitimate son of Xiao Changce of Yuping Peak.

Even if I were down and out, I wouldn't be reduced to having only a first-grade spiritual medicine."

"Xiao Changce, isn't that old guy about to pass away?
What a pity, he is a rare cultivator in Xuanyang Mountain."

(End of this chapter)