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

Chapter 366: The Anzi Returns, Verification

"This"

Bai Shijiu looked hesitant and frowned.

Although he was a foundation-building seed of the White Bone Sect, he was ultimately just a Qi-cultivating cultivator, and ranked low. He didn't know much about some of the hidden places in Xiaoyuanling.

"I can't let this old ghost down, otherwise I will be worthless."

Bai Shijiu pondered and racked his brain, hoping to obtain enough information from his memory to satisfy Fang Yi.

He knew very well what would happen to a cultivator who had practiced for decades but was useless.

Time passes slowly.

On the exhausted Yin meridian, Fang Yi sat cross-legged on the white bone lotus platform, tapping his fingers lightly, and looked at Bai Shijiu who was crawling on the ground without haste.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Nineteen, just think about it slowly. If we, the master and I, take over this hidden market in Xiaoyuanling, we will definitely benefit greatly.

When the time comes, I will provide you with the spiritual objects needed to build your foundation."

"Serving the Master is a disciple's duty."

Bai Shijiu felt disdainful. If he had accepted such empty promises, he would not have been able to survive in the sect until now.

"Master, as far as I know, there are five foundation-building masters in charge of Xiaoyuanling Market.

Aside from Master Hui Ju who was hosting the secret auction and was a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, the rest were all in the early stages of Foundation Establishment.
The disciples only knew that the sect’s protective formation was a second-level formation.

Only a few of our foundation-building masters know the specific formation."

Bai Shijiu made up his mind that if this new master wanted to take risks himself or had other arrangements, he would be in trouble.

When working for others, just get the job done. Why risk your own life?

Bai Shijiu's eyes rolled around. After all, he was a disciple of Yin Gu Zhenren and had someone to back him up.

Even if there are disciples who practice "The Vermilion Face and White Bones View" to build their foundation, they will not do anything to themselves for the sake of Kao Shan Yin Gu's face.

'Accidental injury, ordinary ability, limited foundation.'

Bai Shijiu’s mind was full of thoughts.

After practicing in the White Bone Sect for such a long time without any support, he was able to practice to the eighth level of Qi training.

If he had no means, he would have been devoured by a group of jackals, tigers and leopards.

Fang Yi raised his eyes slightly. He knew what Bai Shijiu was thinking without even using his spiritual sense to observe.

If a cultivator from the Demonic Sect does not know how to protect himself, he will not live long even if he has excellent qualifications.

In his previous life, he was able to condense a golden elixir in the Mingquan Sect. The tricks that Bai Shijiu played were all left over from his previous life.

Fang Yi made casual comments in his mind.

His words weren't pleading enough, and his eyes lacked any fear of his predecessors or the longing for the ambition to build his foundation.

The performance was not very good, and I could only get 6 points out of 10, which was barely passing.

No wonder he was rejected by his fellow disciples. In the Bai lineage, he ranks nineteenth.

"Ta! Ta!"

"Nineteen, raise your head."

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, which were stained with a little corpse aura and were a little dim. He looked at Bai Shijiu and a hoarse voice sounded.

"Hey, what's the atmosphere like in the sect? I've been practicing for sixty years, so I know much more about it than you do.
No wonder you don’t believe what the teacher says.”

"Disciple doesn't dare, Master has misunderstood."

Bai Shijiu's face changed and he shook his head repeatedly. The cold sweat on his back instantly wet his robe.

He knew that no matter what he thought, the prerequisite was that he was still alive.

He was about to explain, but Fang Yi's dim yellow eyes narrowed. Even without showing any momentum, he moved his lips, but he couldn't say anything.
"Disciple. Disciple"

"Nineteen, don't worry about it. I want to tell you something personal."

Seeing that the beating was almost done, Fang Yi changed the subject and a hint of decaying aura emanated from his body.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Bai Shijiu's expression suddenly changed. He had finally found a backer, and he couldn't just sit there and die without building his own foundation.

If this is the case, all the suffering will be in vain.

Fang Yi sighed and smoothed his white hair with his skinny hands.

“As you can see, this master is old and his cultivation has declined, although he is still at the late stage of foundation building.

But after the vital energy is depleted, the life span is not much left.

So don't worry, your master will take action against you. Now, I just want to occupy Xiaoyuanling and cultivate myself well.

After you pass away, everything I have as your teacher will be your inheritance."

'Not much life left?'

Bai Shijiu's spirit vibrated, and he carefully sensed the cultivator on the white bone lotus platform, who was emitting a withered aura.

'So that's how it is. No wonder this old monster accepted me as his disciple.

My life span is drawing to a close, my cultivation has declined, and I am considering a way out. I don't know if this is true or false.'

Bai Shijiu was puzzled. This withered aura was compatible with the aura of a cultivator nearing the end of his life.

But the fake Dan Zhenren knows countless magical powers and secret techniques. It is normal if he can hide one or two secret techniques from himself.

"We need to investigate further."

"So, do you trust me, Master?"

Fang Yi's hair was ruffled, his face kind. He slapped his storage bag, and a top-tier, tiger-shaped animal bone, wrapped in red fire, flew out.

“This Scarlet Flame Tiger is a top-tier, first-tier demon beast, and its bones are fully preserved.

Nineteen, your cultivation level is also at the eighth level of Qi training. With this help, you will be able to make further progress in "The Vermilion Face and White Bones View".

Consider this treasure as a greeting gift from the Master to you."

"Thank you, Master, for the treasure." Bai Shijiu's expression changed, and he suppressed the joy in his heart.

There are many precedents in the Baigu Sect where younger disciples inherited the mantle of their predecessors and were able to soar to success.

'Could it be that my luck has really turned?'

As Bai Shijiu is the seed for building the foundation, all the real people in the sect are remembered in his heart.

According to the sect's Sutra Library, True Man Yin Gu lived at least four generations ago.

Even if a fake elixir master has a long life span, it is only two generations longer than a foundation-building master, or one hundred and twenty years.

Even if his cultivation level did not fall, he only had one hundred and twenty years left.

'Outlast him!'

Bai Shijiu was determined in his heart that even if he had established the foundation of Taoism, he would not dare to attack the Yin Bone.

But with the lifespan of four generations of a foundation-building cultivator, if he practices peacefully, he can endure the death of the Yin Bone.

'Old man, even if your life span has not decreased, it will only be two hundred years.

I am only in my early forties and have a long life ahead of me. This old ghost is not practicing any health-preserving exercises.

Outlast this old thing! !'

Bai Shijiu was determined in his heart, and the look he gave Fang Yi became more sincere.

You can be a support when you are alive. As long as you serve well, you can leave behind at least one magic weapon and countless spiritual objects after you pass away.

What a great opportunity this is!
'Feng Shui turns around, it may take two generations at most, or one generation at least, for a fake Dan Zhenren to inherit his legacy!
Hey, the old man probably has the same idea, but he should be wary of other bastards in the sect who might compete with me for this opportunity.
Also, among the several disciples before Master, are there any who have established a foundation for the Dao? Are there any who are still alive?
Regarding the matter of Xiaoyuanling, we must also pay more attention to it!

Bai Shijiu showed determination on his face, with burning ambition in his eyes, wishing he could inherit the mantle of a fake Dan Zhenren.

This is not to mention condensing the golden elixir, there is always a chance to reach the false elixir realm.

This is much stronger than before.

He bowed and took the Scarlet Flame Tiger Spirit Bone, kowtowed deeply, and spoke respectfully to Jiyuan.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. Rest assured, I will do my best to investigate the matter of Xiaoyuanling."

"You kid."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, then slapped his storage bag, and a dark token flew out and hovered in the air.

He pointed at the dark token engraved with dark patterns.

"Nineteen, this Yin Bone Token is a mid-grade magical weapon, and its defensive capabilities are quite strong.

If you need to find me later, just put your magic power into the token."

After saying that, Fang Yi waved his hand, and a stone statue made of yellowish-brown sandstone rose from the ground, with its rough hands as big as a palm-leaf fan stretched out.

Bai Shijiu was very alert at this time and did not resist. A familiar heavy feeling came over him and he fell into a coma.

Fang Yi nodded slightly upon seeing this and spoke to the Seven Rings in the center of the stone statue.

"Xiao Qi, send him back to where he came from. After he wakes up, you can return.

I finally found a chess piece, so I can’t just waste it.”

One month later.

In the dark quarters of Xiaoyuanling, a skinny figure walked into a private room in a three-story ancient building.

Bai Shijiu suppressed the urgency in his heart and sat on the sandalwood chair.

Time passed slowly, and he looked towards the door of the box from time to time.

"Gu Shiwu, this guy, accepted my benefits, why hasn't he come yet?"

Thinking about the price that Bone Fifteen, the black-hearted broker, had to pay, Bai Nineteen felt a slight pain in his heart.

"Crack!"

An hour later, the door of the box opened and a short man, about three feet tall, as tall as the wooden table, pushed the door open and entered the box.

Gu Shiwu threw off his gray robe and sat down on the wooden table.

"Ninth level of Qi training? Junior Brother Nineteen has made a breakthrough?
No wonder.”

Gu Shiwu suddenly realized something, muttered a few words in a low voice, then took out a jade slip from his arms and pushed it over.

"This is the material you need for the Jindan Zhenren (real person) stage in our sect. For this, I specially sent a cultivator from our clan to our clan's land.
In view of your generosity in giving me Bai Shisan's spirit bones, I have a message for you.

But the remaining spirit bones..."

The short Gu Shiwu paused.

He rubbed his fat index finger and ring finger together. As a monk dealing in information, he couldn't afford to be denied the balance.

Bai Shijiu took the jade slip expressionlessly and probed his spiritual sense into it.

After a stick of incense, a breath of hot breath came out.

"It's true! My master's Yin bone condensed into a fake pill eighty years ago."

After that, he disappeared. Based on a rough estimate of the time he spent as a disciple, his life span was no more than sixty years!
My chance has come! I'll outlive that old man. With my lifespan, I can definitely outlive him just to be on the safe side.'

I think of several fellow disciples in the Baigu Sect who inherited the mantle of their predecessors.

Bai Shijiu suppressed the heat in his heart, his hands trembling slightly, and took out two jade-colored thigh bones from his storage belt.

"Brother, this is your reward. Thank you for your help this time."

"It's just a small favor, and we're both paid for the goods. Nineteenth Junior Brother, if you have business like this next time, remember to look for me.

My Cao family has been doing the Fengxin business for hundreds of years, and we have a good reputation and fair prices."

Bone Fifteen, or Cao Shaocheng, stretched out his dark hands and gently stroked the two spiritual bones.

"What a good thing! If Bai Shisan hadn't been so stupid, how could this ninth-level Qi training spirit bone have fallen into my hands?

No, junior brother, listen to my advice. Even if you have reached the ninth level of Qi training and want to find a backer,

However, the Jindan Zhenren in the sect are not something that we, the young Qi training cultivators, can look up to."

(End of this chapter)