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

Chapter 265: Assessment of Monks
I saw Gu Jiushang leading the way in front.

Qian Jiaozi's eyes spun around, and then a faint golden light appeared in his eyes.

He glanced at them one by one: the charming female cultivator, the bald old man, the handsome sword cultivator.
Finally, it fell on a monk with a young face and wearing a green robe.

Qian Jiaozi paused, slowed down and gradually landed beside Qin Yu.

Greeting quietly.

"Junior Brother Qin Yu, do you know why so many cultivators have signed up for this Spiritual Medical Clinic?"

Qin Yu was also curious about the plump cultivator beside him, who was covered in a faint aura of precious light and had a much higher cultivation level.

He asked in the same tone as Qian Jiaozi.

"Why is this?
But is it because of the order of Jindan Zhenren?

To be honest with you, senior brother, I was just transferred to the Immortal City Examination Hall not long ago.

Are you not familiar with many monks?"

Thinking about Qian Jiaozi's previous sale of lucky beads.

Qin Yu quietly put a spirit stone into his hand.

"Oh?"

Qian Jiaozi weighed the spirit stone in his hand and spoke with a smile.

"Brother Qin, please be frank. My last name is Qian and my given name is Jiaozi.

The beast tide is quite dangerous now, so it is normal for the Jindan Zhenren in the sect to give out decrees.

But mainly"

Qian Jiaozi suddenly paused and weighed the spirit stone in his hand.

Seeing this, Qin Yu's mouth twitched slightly. He suppressed his heartache and handed over another spirit stone.

Qian Jiaozi flicked his sleeves, put away the spirit stone, and then continued speaking with satisfaction.

“It’s not just because of the beast tide.

There is also a foundation-building swordsman, Master Luo Shengyi, whose cultivation level is about to break through to the middle stage of foundation-building.

Moreover, the head of the Examination Pavilion, Master Qingfeng, is about to leave office.

Master Luo and Wei Jiuxiao, the foundation-building master of the Wei family of Changle Valley, are competing for the position of leader of the Examination Pavilion."

Qian Chuanzi quietly pointed at the monks around him.

"Uncle Fang received the order from the Jindan Master to establish the Spiritual Medical Clinic.

Eighty percent of these monks came here to find a backer.

Otherwise, more than ten Foundation Establishment Masters on both sides would engage in a battle of wits and schemes. A mere Qi Cultivator like me, if caught up in it, would surely perish without a burial place.”

"hiss!"

Qin Yu took a deep breath when he heard what Qian Jiaozi said.

'I have mastered the skills of spiritual medicine, and now it seems that I have a great chance of joining the Spiritual Medicine Hall.

But although Brother Xu is at the middle level of Qi training, he does not have water or wood spiritual roots, nor is he a high-level Qi training cultivator.

Once you are eliminated, it will be dangerous.'

Thinking of this, Qin Yu's face looked a little ugly.

He continued to ask.

"Brother Qian, please tell me the news. Don't be afraid that I will take away this opportunity.

Being selected and trained by Master Fang?"

Qian Jiaozi smiled innocently and glanced at the charming female cultivator, the bald old man, and the handsome swordsman.

There was a hint of silence in his tone.

“Junior Brother Qin is quite shallow.

This conflict between the foundation-building masters of the Luo and Wei factions was not the first time that it happened in the Examination Pavilion.

Or perhaps it has become a routine.

After each head of the Examination Pavilion leaves office, he will allow the mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators in the pavilion to fight with each other.

To select the cultivator with the most outstanding mind, skills, and cultivation to take over the position of the head of the Examination Pavilion."

“As for Uncle Fang’s preference?

Junior Brother Qin Yu, my senior brother is a cultivator with water-attributed spiritual roots. Although he practices the way of spiritual medicine, he does not force Uncle Fang to take a fancy to him.

Besides, my family elders have already told me that as long as I show enough medical skills.

Uncle Fang doesn't just have his eyes on one person.

Among these many cultivators, Junior Brother Qin Yu is the youngest, and judging from the precious light around him, his wealth is not that rich.

This shows how talented my junior brother is in spiritual medicine skills.

This is information that a junior fellow apprentice will know sooner or later, so I am just willing to do a favor."

Qin Yu was a little surprised by this, and then thought about his name.

"Surname Qian? Senior brother, are you a disciple of the Qian family of Duobao Pavilion?"

"Junior Brother Qin has a keen eye. I am indeed a cultivator from the Qian family of Duobao Pavilion."

Qian Jiaozi nodded slightly, he had already hinted at his identity.

If Qin Yu hadn't figured it out yet, he would have to consider whether to continue investing in this talented junior brother Qin.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qian, for letting me know. I'll remember this favor."

Qin Yu sighed inwardly. The children of the rich families were indeed different from ordinary people like him.

Teachings from elders and offerings of spiritual objects.

With such a legacy passed down from generation to generation, it is no wonder that most of the family members in the sect are so strong that the independent people are unable to fight back.

Qin Yu sensed the dark green gem in his dantian and became more determined.

'I must let Uncle Fang take a fancy to me, otherwise even if there is an opportunity,

But with no elders or spiritual creatures, he probably wouldn't survive more than ten years in this beast tide.

Even if you offer that treasure, it's fine.'

Qian Chuanzi saw that the favor had been delivered and said politely.

"Junior Brother Qin, you and I hit it off right away. We're destined to be friends.

If you are favored by Uncle Fang, don't forget your brother."

"arrive!"

Gu Jiushang stopped.

He led everyone to the square paved with green jade.

He pointed to a corner of the square.

The golden spiritual power gathered between his fingers.

Then a brilliant golden light shot out, speeding across the square and quickly hitting a stone gate.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The stone gate slowly rose up, and a huge man walked in.

Gu Jiushang spoke upon seeing this.

"Fellow Daoist Fan, by the master's order, these monks are now handed over to you."

Fan Dacheng nodded and smiled grimly.

Muscles bulged, blood surged, and the whole body was shining with golden light.

With the aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, a large hand like a palm leaf fan grabbed a Qi Cultivator. "Use all your strength! Let's see what you're capable of. Can you stay under Brother Fang's command?"

Looking at the cultivator who was about to be ravaged, Gu Jiushang continued speaking.

"Those monks who possess spiritual healing skills will go with me. The rest of the monks will stay. Master Fan will assess you."

"This newly established spiritual medical clinic actually has two foundation-building masters?"

Although Qin Yu was only a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi training, he knew it clearly in his heart.

"This Master Fan showed great respect for Master Fang in his words. He must be a follower of Master Fang."

It seems that Uncle Fang is not an ordinary figure among the masters of foundation building.'

Qin Yu glanced at the monk who also looked surprised, and Qian Jiaozi who was unusually calm.

He sighed inwardly.

"I'm afraid Senior Brother Qian already knew this."

A quarter of an hour later.

Gu Jiushang led the monks behind him along the bluestone road and came to a courtyard.

He stopped and bowed slightly.

"Master, the monk you ordered is here."

A clear voice came from the courtyard. "Mr. Gu, please bring them in."

Clouds and mist rolled in the garden, and the restrictions gradually dissipated.

"It's the master!"

Gu Jiushang quickened his pace and followed the bluestone path. In just a few dozen breaths, he arrived at the backyard.

"What is this? Such a rich spiritual energy!"

Qin Yu's pupils widened. After taking a breath of spiritual energy, he felt a faint sense of fullness in his meridians.

"Brother Qian, I've never seen such a scene."

The man holding the coin also looked surprised, and Qin Yu was certain in his heart.

"Uncle Fang's backers are stronger than Brother Qian's, by a significant margin."

There was a cool breeze in the courtyard and the shadows of bamboos were swaying.

A handsome monk wearing a Yimu robe and holding a book stood beside the lotus pond.

Behind him, Zi Yan and Nie Zhirou, two graceful female cultivators, were wearing flowery skirts and standing on either side with their hands hanging down.

Fang Yi flipped through the jade book in his hand.

In his other hand, he casually scattered green spiritual rice and teased the koi in the pond.

The warm sunshine shone, and golden ripples appeared on the water. Under the warm sunshine, the koi fish spit bubbles happily.

"Hmph!"

A small silver-white animal leaped into Zi Yan's arms, then arched its back with satisfaction.

"Twenty-two. A second-level demon beast."

Qian Jiaozi almost groaned.

With such strength, the Uncle Fang in front of him can already fight against the entire Qian family of Duobao Pavilion.

He immediately suppressed the hidden pride in his heart.

'No wonder! No wonder!'
No wonder my second uncle tried every possible way to send me to the spiritual medical clinic.

My dear second uncle! Why don't you explain clearly that Uncle Fang is so strong.

Qian Jiaozi looked at Qin Yu, who showed surprise and then determination.

His heart was bleeding.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have told him the truth. If I hadn't told him the truth, a mere outer sect disciple would have been bribed with spirit stones."

Now, Qin Yu is probably going to fight to the death.

Qian Jiaozi wanted to slap himself twice.

'You were greedy for a favor, but now you have a new competitor.

Lost a lot, lost a lot!!'

Fang Yi felt everyone walking into the backyard and turned around immediately.

Looking at the monk in front of him.

Or a young monk with a childish face, but full of vitality and a faint smell of medicine.

Or a relative wearing a silver robe.

There might be a handsome swordsman with a long sword on his waist, a graceful female cultivator in a gauze skirt, or a bald old man with a faint aura of death around him.
"Sword cultivators, charm cultivators, and poison cultivators are all related. My spiritual medicine clinic is also a gathering place for talented people."

Fang Yi's expression was gentle.

“All of you nephews are the pillars of the sect.

The person who can say this must be proficient in the way of spiritual medicine and is interested in joining our spiritual medicine clinic.

I also won’t say much to you, my nephews.”

Fang Yi's body was filled with magical power, and the Ruin Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner appeared in his hand.

The Ruins of the World withered and flourishing banner in his hand moved without wind.

Rich vitality gathered and entangled with the wood spiritual power, creating layers of green halos in the garden.

This caused the grass and trees in the garden to grow, the green lotus to bloom, and the purple bamboo swaying in the wind to grow larger by more than a circle.

"disease!"

Fang Yi chuckled softly.

The magic gestures in his hands changed, and one seal after another was cast into the treasure banner.

A shadowy figure of a demon god wearing a crown of creation and a Yimu robe walked down from the banner, holding a green jade tripod in his hand.

The jade tripod turned quietly.

"Boom!"

The last one was divided into seven parts and fell in front of the seven spiritual doctors who came to take the test.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and a ray of light shot out.

One spiritual word after another was written in the air, and eventually turned into the recipe for the Chiyuan Paste.

“This is the recipe for the first-level spiritual medicine, Chiyuan Paste.

This assessment is to see if you, my nephews, can complete the Red Yuan Paste."

"Little Seven!"

Following Fang Yi's call, Qijie lazily got up from the warm embrace.

He opened his mouth and spit out seven storage bags, which fell in front of many monks.

“Each of these seven storage bags contains five spiritual elixirs for refining the Red Yuan Paste.

I will demonstrate to you how to make the Chiyuan Paste later.

After that, you will need to refine it yourself."

Fang Yi glanced sharply at the seven monks in strange costumes.

“I don’t ask for much.

One! Just complete the refining of one batch of Red Yuan Paste, and you will become a doctor at my Spiritual Medical Clinic.

Under my protection, you will receive a monthly salary."

(End of this chapter)