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

Chapter 358 A dispute breaks out in Xiaoyuan Ridge

"Brother Yan, what's this?" Fang Yi looked puzzled.

Yan Youtai nodded slightly. After fighting with Changsun Jie and knowing his background, he became more cautious.

"Junior Brother Fang, I discussed Dao with Chang Sun Jie a while ago, and this inner elixir of a second-level water-draining leopard is our reward.
This item has no hidden dangers, so you can accept it with confidence.

Chang Sun Jie will not bother me again, but you, Junior Brother, please do not provoke him."

"Thank you for your help, brother."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, reached out to take the monster's inner core, and sealed it in the soul-sealing box.

He had other thoughts in his mind: a thief can steal for a thousand days, but you can never be on guard against thieves for a thousand days.

Even though Yan Youtai was well versed in divination, he was not going to keep this inner elixir in his hands.

It just so happens that the black market run by the White Bone Demon Sect is about to open.

With the inner elixir of a demon beast, whether it is purple marrow or thousand-refined bones, they can be easily exchanged.

One month later.

A huge bright moon hangs high in the sky, and silver moonlight shines in the dark night.

Xiaoyuanling was originally an ancient battlefield, shrouded in gloomy energy. Now, the monks of the White Bone Sect have set up a formation and turned it into a black market.

Hundreds of gray-feathered crows with scarlet eyes were gnawing on the monks' rotten flesh.

"Ga! Ga! Ga!"

As if they smelled human presence, hundreds of crows, with their gray feathers fluttering and ghostly aura swirling around them, swarmed towards a burly monk.

"Fellow Daoist, save me! Save me!"

Bai Shisan was thin and dressed in a gray robe. His long, triangular eyes were slightly narrowed as he looked coldly at the burly monk struggling and wailing.

But after a few breaths, the screams faded away, and the sturdy monk had been eaten into a pile of bones.

"Bai Shijiu, you said that every year when the dark market opens, there are always ignorant cultivators who come to our door.

Fourth level of Qi training?

"Without any elders, and without any cultivation, what are these casual cultivators thinking?"

"Hey, who said it wasn't."

Bai Shijiu, who had dark skin and was as thin as a bamboo pole, was obsessively stroking the ferocious-looking white-bone tiger under his crotch.

He said jokingly without looking up.

"It's okay though. With these monks as blood food, I can reduce the amount of spiritual creatures I feed to the Yin Crows by another 70% in the next ten days.

Taking advantage of the beast tide, the price of monster spirit materials has dropped, so go to Fengling Fairy City to exchange for some spirit bones."

A gray light descended, and Bai Shisansen sneered. "Oh? Another blood meal is delivered to my door."

"Shut up! If you want to die, don't take me with you!"

The white-bone tiger puppet under his crotch snorted and then curled up into a ball.

Bai Shijiu immediately knelt on the ground, his head pressed against the slightly damp ground.

"Haha, Bai Shijiu, you're so timid, looking at how timid you are.

The Yin Crows trained within the sect, when working together, are no match for ordinary Foundation Establishment masters."

Bai Shisan's face was ferocious as he raised a dark token and a green spiritual light emanated from it.

"Let me teach him a lesson. My White Bone Sect's Xiao Yuanling is not someone who can be so arrogant just because he's a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

"Idiot!" Bai Shijiu cursed in his heart, but it was too late to stop him.

"Ga! Ga! Ga!"

The gray-feathered crow king, which was as big as a millstone, let out a strange cry, and hundreds of first-level Yin crows connected with each other, and their momentum continued to rise.

"Battle formation method? I haven't seen it in a long time."

Seeing the dark crow attacking him, Fang Yi remained calm. He turned his gaze and fell on Bai Shisan who was laughing wildly.

"The Demon Sect has always been like this, training its disciples like raising Gu for battle.

There are inevitably some idiots who have no brains but only cultivation skills.”

"go with!"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a thick and rotten corpse aura gushed out from the Ruins of the World withered and flourishing banner in his sleeves.

The gray-black corpse cloud surged and transformed into a skinny, corpse-spotted hand.

The big hand has distinct joints, surrounded by a dark green fire, and the five fingers seem to be closing slowly but actually quickly.

"boom!"

"Pfft!"

Bai Shisan saw that half of the Yin Crows were crushed into meat paste and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face was ferocious, and his narrow triangular eyes were filled with disbelief.

"How can it be?!!

The Grey-Feathered Crow King is already a quasi-second-level demon beast. Combined with the crows, it has killed more than one Foundation Establishment Master."

"Noisy!"

Fang Yi's eyes turned, and the corpse hand surrounded by dark green fire slapped out again.

"Fellow Taoist, please show mercy!"

A hoarse voice sounded, and a pale light rushed out from the black market.

The spiritual light dissipated and turned into a three-meter-tall, hideous and terrifying white-bone demon.

The barbed bony hand clenched into a fist and then punched out.

"Boom!"

The yin energy rolled, the corpse energy overflowed, and layers of spiritual tides swept out.

"Hmm? A cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building?"

Fang Yi's face was withered, and he was surrounded by corpse energy. He was leaning on a bone crutch and was held up by a gray spiritual cloud.

He smiled coldly, and the gray-black corpse energy surged, and several large Yin corpse handprints were thrown out.

"Why, is this how you, Xiao Yuanling, treat guests?
Hey, you can start when I say start, and stop when I say stop?! I won’t tolerate you!!”

"Boom!"

Fang Yi mobilized his magic power and, with the help of the Yin bones of the corpse in the withered banner of the Ruins Realm, continued to mobilize the corpse qi hand to collide with the white bone demon.

After just a few strikes, corpse spots the size of copper coins appeared on the Bone Demon.

'A corpse cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building?

When did such a person appear in the territory of Fengling Fairy City?

The Master of Gray Coffin frowned, and when he saw that he couldn't force Fang Yi down, his face turned grim.

He waved his sleeves and drew the pale, limp Bai Shisan into his grasp. "Fellow Daoist, you've misunderstood. This disciple of our sect is ignorant and has lost his mind due to the negative energy that has entered his brain."

The master of the gray coffin exerted magical power in his hands, and several bone nails flew out from his sleeves and pierced into Bai's thirteen acupoints.

"Three-aperture Soul Refining Nail! Uncle Huiju, I am the foundation-building seed of the sect. You can't treat me like this!"

Bai Shisan's face showed fear and he wanted to struggle, but Master Huiju slightly suppressed him with his magical power.

"what!!"

Listening to the screams beside his ears, the man on the gray coffin remained calm, ignoring Bai Shisan who was twitching all over.

In the world of magic, strength is respected.

If he controlled the Gray-Feathered Crow and killed the monk in front of him, he could at most get a share of the benefits.

But Bai Shisan was careless and offended a corpse cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, so don't blame him for being cruel.

Master Huiju looked at Fang Yi and said
"My fellow Daoist, are you satisfied with my handling of this matter?"

"not enough!
A mere Qi training junior, relying on a few Yin Crows, dares to fight against this old man?"

Fang Yi's body was filled with corpse energy, and his dark eyes stared grimly at the person on the gray coffin.

In the demonic world, strength is respected. He has already sensed the subtle surveillance of more than a dozen foundation-building masters in the black market.

If we give in now, who knows how much trouble we will cause in this black market.

"Fellow Daoist Huiju, if a Qi training junior were to face an enemy like this, what would you do?"

"That's all."

Master Huiju shook his head slightly. If Senior Brother Qinghuai were still alive, he would never give in like this.

He pointed his fingertips, and the Three-Aperture Soul Refining Nail exploded inside Bai Shisan's body.

"puff!"

A layer of blood mist spurted out from the acupoints of the meridians.

Bai Shisan twitched slightly, his Dantian Qi Sea was destroyed, and he became completely disabled.

The man on the gray coffin waved his hand and threw out Bai Shisan, who had fainted and looked like a dead dog.

"Are you satisfied, fellow Daoist?"

Fang Yi nodded slightly, pointed his finger, and a stream of corpse energy shot out, rolling up Bai Shisan who was rolling on the ground.

"Hu~~"

The sharp wind that scraped the bones blew away the flesh, blood and soul, and turned them into a skeleton with a faint spiritual light.

"In this way, I am quite satisfied."

"you!"

Master Huiju's face darkened, but he didn't make a move in the end. He also felt the surveillance of the Master of Foundation Establishment in the Dark Square.

Without the suppression of the great cultivator in the late foundation-building stage, he could only barely maintain the secret auction and was unwilling to cause any trouble.

'Sure enough, there is no late-stage foundation-building cultivator in this dark market.
Otherwise, given the habits of the demon cultivators, how could this Gray Coffin Master easily admit defeat?

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded slightly and nodded to the monks in the dark square.

His gaze turned and fell on the forbidden area in the dark market.

Using spiritual consciousness, he controlled the silver-white little beast that was sleeping soundly in the spirit pet bag to find the weak points in the magic ban.

‘Humph! ’

'A second-order, mid-grade Yin-attribute formation has three areas of weak mana.

Besides, there are only three foundation-building monks in the White Bone Sect? Good place.'

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, his gaze falling on Bai Shijiu who was crawling on the ground, and the tiger-shaped puppet made of bones beside him.

"A first-grade, top-grade puppet? You have some talent, young man.

This spirit bone is given to you as a reward."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yi flicked his sleeves, and the gray corpse aura threw the jade-white bones in front of Bai Shijiu.

With the help of the curled-up white-bone black tiger, Bai Shijiu sensed Fang Yi's bottomless aura.

He prostrated himself, with a humble attitude, and tried his best to appear harmless.

"Bai Shisan, you idiot, don't take me with you if you want to die."

When Master Huiju saw this, he frowned and glanced at Fang Yi, whose face was haggard, with some concerns in his heart.

"Bai Shijiu, why don't you accept the opportunity that fellow Daoist Corpse has given you?

Do you want me to put it away for you?"

Under the spiritual consciousness of Fang Yi and Master Hui Ju, the two old demons who had established their foundation, Bai Shijiu trembled in fear, without any joy at all for the opportunity that had fallen from the sky.

He suppressed the tingling of his scalp and spoke tremblingly.

"Thank you for the reward, Master Corpse."

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

"You have good judgment and are much smarter than your fellow disciple."

An hour later.

In Xiaoyuan Ridge, two pale spiritual lights flew up and hovered above the market together with the Master of Gray Coffin.

"My fellow Daoists, it's almost time for the Xiaoyuanling Trade Fair to begin."

The man on the gray coffin slapped his storage bag and raised a black token. On the token, a shadow of a white-skeletal demon appeared.

"Boom!"

A white bone altar emitting a faint jade light, surrounded by gloomy aura, rises from the market town.

The platform continued to expand, and in just a few breaths, it became a hundred feet in radius.

"As per the old rules, under the Dharma platform, Qi-cultivating cultivators can trade on their own.

The Dharma platform is exclusively reserved for those of us who have established our foundation."

The Master of Gray Coffin saw a series of evil demons and heretics, some with a sinister aura, some with corpse-like odors, and some with the wailing sounds of evil spirits, falling on the white bone platform.

He nodded slightly, flicked his sleeves, and several jade boxes floated in the air.

“There are quite a few new fellow Taoists this time, so I’ll explain once more.

This auction only guarantees that the many spiritual objects are genuine and there will be no inferior items.

As for whether the origin is clean, fellow Taoists should know it well."

With a flick of his finger, the jade box floating in the air slowly opened.

Just as he was about to speak, a powerful aura came towards the white bone platform.

(End of this chapter)