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

Chapter 368: Qinghuai News, Spiritual Object

Bai Shijiu was cautious. He glanced at Fang Yi, who was surrounded by spiritual energy, and then spoke.

“Master, this season, Master Qinghuai is still cultivating in Xiaoyuan Ridge.

He hadn't even gone to Fengling Fairy City, and most of the auctions at the Dark Market were hosted by Master Huiju.
However, there is a rumor circulating within the sect that Master Qinghuai seems to have fought with Master Chishi, another late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and suffered a significant loss."

"Red corpse? This evil disciple does have some luck!"

Looking at Bai Shijiu's cautious test, Fang Yi coughed twice, and his Qi inadvertently slipped a little.

His voice was hoarse and he sighed.

“I never thought that my useless third disciple Chi Shi would also enter the late stage of foundation building.

It is true that the young are to be feared. With his mid-level Dao foundation, if he has some more opportunities, he will have a chance to achieve Dan Condensation."

Fang Yi paused and stared at Bai Shijiu, who was wearing a bamboo crown and a gray robe and whose cultivation had improved, with his dim and slightly turbid eyes.

He knew that Master Chi Shi had advanced to the late stage of foundation building and was not surprised.

Chi Shi is Yin Gu's most valued disciple. He has a top-grade fire spiritual root. After investing a lot of resources in his cultivation, he has established a mid-grade Taoist foundation.

As long as he breaks through the late stage of foundation building, Yin Bone can take action.

Using his flesh, blood and bones as the main materials, he refined a ghost bone sword of the highest grade magical weapon.

Unfortunately, Yin Gu was arrogant, had a bad temper, and bad luck. He had a feud with Master Jiuhan of Xuanyang Mountain and was severely injured by his icy light.

After cultivating for sixty years and recovering his cultivation, Fang Yi targeted him and called on his friends to surround and kill him.

Now that he has achieved his wish and his cultivation has recovered, he is on par with a cultivator at the seventh level of foundation building.

But he has already turned into a corpse, his mind has been wiped out, and his soul and body are controlled by others.

"Da da da!"

As if unaware of the hidden meaning in Bai Shijiu's words, Fang Yi tapped his skinny index finger lightly, responding intentionally or unintentionally.

"Xiaojiu, you better be careful.

My third disciple, Chi Shi, was originally regarded by me as the successor of my mantle. I taught him with great care and invested many spiritual objects in him.

But he has evil ambitions and harbors resentment, and has become my enemy.

Although my cultivation has declined, I am still a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building after all, and he can't do anything to me.

If they knew about you, my affairs after death might fall into your hands."

"Master, rest assured. I will be very careful and will not let that traitor Chi Shi ruin your plans."

Bai Shijiu looked respectful, but sneered in his heart.

'nourish?'

Among the monks of Bai Gu Men, except for a very small number of blood relatives or those who are nearing the end of their lifespan, they are the true heirs of the mantle.

He knew very well the purpose of training disciples.

To refine magical instruments, to make human pills, as a cauldron, or as spiritual materials for making puppets?

Now that the Red Corpse has advanced, it is simply because his cheap master has played tricks on him and has lost his control.

'It seems that my Yin Bone Master has suffered a calamity and his cultivation has fallen.
Otherwise, how could a top disciple like Master Chishi be interested in a foundation-building seed like me?

Bai Shijiu pondered in his heart, even as a talent, he needed to cultivate himself and build a foundation.

The effort and time spent on this are far greater than hunting down and killing fellow disciples who have reached the foundation-building stage.

It is difficult to take action against Master Qinghuai, who is in the late stage of foundation building in the market town, but there are still several cultivators in the early stage of foundation building who are practicing the "White Bone Demon God Technique".

He thought that over the past three years, every time he visited his own cheap master, his energy would slip away a little.

Ordinary cultivators did not notice it for one or two days, but after three years and more than ten visits, Bai Shijiu carefully observed it.

Combining the records of Master Yin Gu in the sect, he has determined that his life span is not much left, at most one sixty years.

In the cave, Fang Yi looked at Bai Shijiu. Although he tried his best to hide it, there was still a hint of ambition in his eyes.

He nodded slightly. The way to deal with the demonic monks was simple and crude. He just had to lure them with benefits.

With his own inheritance and legacy hanging in front of him, he is not afraid that Bai Shijiu will not be attentive.

"Nineteen, you will find a job in the inner storehouse of Xiaoyuanling.

You don’t need to worry about the reward, but you must keep the movement of the spiritual objects in mind.”

Fang Yi knew very well that the devil cultivators would not release their eagles until they saw the rabbit. He slapped his storage bag and a soul-sealing jade box appeared in his hand.

"Crack!"

Magic power surged in his palm, and the jade box that sealed the soul opened. A fist-sized, sapphire-blue inner elixir, steaming with water, glowed in the box.

Bai Shijiu's eyes gleamed brightly, his face flushed, and he spoke in a lost voice.

"This is! A second-level demon beast's inner core! Water attribute!!"

He could already feel his heart beating like a drum, and he didn't bother to hide it. Bai Shijiu's eyes were burning with greed.

The inner elixir of a second-level monster with water and wood attributes is the rarest main material for refining foundation-building pills.

Cang Ling Fruit and Bu Yuan Ginseng are also the main ingredients for refining foundation-building pills. Although rare, they occasionally appear on major black markets and at auctions in Feng Ling Xian City.

Each major sect also has secret realms for planting and cultivating, which can be exchanged if contributions are sufficient.

But the inner alchemy of a second-level demon beast is different. This kind of spiritual object is acquired for a long time by top sects such as Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Baigumen.

All the major foundation-building families and Fengling Immortal City also welcome everyone who comes.

As the foundation-building seed of the sect, Bai Shijiu has no backing, so let alone success, he has never even seen anything.

'Does this old ghost really want to be trained by me and let me take care of him until his death?

Otherwise, a foundation-building spiritual object would be enough.'

After swallowing hard, Bai Shijiu spoke with a stutter.

"Master, this item is to be given to your disciple."

"I only have one disciple now. If I don't give it to you, who else should I give it to?"

Fang Yi's hair was covered with chicken skin, and his skinny hands were playing with the inner elixir of the Water-Drawing Leopard.

"However, although we have obtained the most important spiritual object for refining the Foundation Establishment Pill, we are still lacking a second-level alchemist. We must be cautious with this spiritual object.

If the alchemist has ulterior motives, or his skills are lacking, it would be a pity to waste this inner elixir."

"Gulu."

After receiving Fang Yi's affirmative answer, Bai Shijiu's Adam's apple moved and he swallowed hard.

He stared intently at the Water-Drawing Leopard's inner elixir in Fang Yi's hand, which was glowing with azure light.

It is no wonder that in the entire Dayun world of immortal cultivation, there are Qi-refining cultivators who have the hope of establishing a foundation.

If you encounter the inner elixir of a second-level demon beast, there is a 99% chance that it will be even worse than it.

When a cultivator reaches the ninth level of Qi training and has perfected one of the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit, he can try to build the foundation.

This foundation-building pill has a mild medicinal effect and can not only increase the probability of a cultivator building a foundation.

It can also ensure that if a cultivator fails in building his foundation, his foundation will not be destroyed by backlash, leaving the possibility of building his foundation next time.

These two points alone are enough to drive Qigong practitioners crazy.

A person who has built a foundation can live for four generations, or two hundred and forty years, which is twice as long as a Qi-cultivating cultivator.

Even among the major Jindan forces, his status is not low.

This is especially true in the White Bone Sect.

Once the foundation of Taoism is established, even if there are still cultivators eyeing it, they will be able to break away from the status of Qi-cultivating cultivators and become ordinary consumables.

If you manage it well, there is a good chance that it will die naturally.

"call!"

Bai Shijiu took a deep breath and forced himself to look away from the Water-Drawing Leopard's inner elixir.

He knew that this inner elixir was a bait and a whip to make him serve it well.

But, after all, it was a bait, more than ten times stronger than the usual situation in the White Bone Sect.

He bowed deeply and spoke earnestly.

"I am willing to die for my Master!"

Seven days later.

In Xiaoyuanling, on the bone platform, a series of magical prohibitions lit up, and two monks fought fiercely in it.

Under the platform, the monks were whispering.

"Is Bai Shijiu crazy?

This Bone Sixteen is at the eighth level of Qi training. Whether in terms of cultivation or magic weapon, he is much stronger than him.
"How dare you challenge him to a fight to the death on the bone fighting stage?"

“I heard that Bai Jiu, who practices the Red Face and White Bone Method in his lineage, has already gone into seclusion to strive for foundation building.

Bai Shijiu must have been forced to do so, as Bai Jiu and he are old enemies.

Once Bai Jiu establishes his Dao foundation, his life will be in jeopardy."

"Cao Shiwu, your family is always well-informed.

However, Bai Shijiu went to Gu Shiliu out of desperation. It was too late to find a backer now.

Even if he defeats Gu Shiliu and takes away the position of Inner Treasury Steward, the Foundation Establishment Master in charge of the Inner Treasury may not be willing to stand up for him."

On the White Bone Platform, Bai Shijiu turned a deaf ear to the rumors in the audience.

backing?

Of course he has it, but he is not the Foundation Establishment Master who is in charge of the White Bone Sect’s inner treasury.

"disease!"

A pale spiritual light flowed around Bai Shijiu.

He cast one magical seal after another, urging the red flame bone beast under his crotch while emitting magic power in his hands.

A flying bone sword flew out from the storage bag, and with a flash of sword light, it shattered a beast-head token.

"Bai Shijiu, when will you break through to the ninth level of Qi training?"

Gu Shiliu's face turned dark, and his magical power was surging. He wanted to admit defeat, but it was too late.

Spiritual light flowed around the white bone flying sword, and its speed increased by another 30%, and the flying sword turned.

"Pfft!"

A head flew up and blood gushed out. Gu Shiliu, a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training, was easily killed.

Bai Shijiu was delighted to see this.

'This Bone Sixteen, a few years ago, was superior to me in both fighting and cultivation.

The master now only gave me some pointers, and I easily killed him.
I am not a person with outstanding talent, but I have a fake Dan Zhenren as my backer, so who knows, I might be able to get a glimpse of it in the future.'

Bai Shijiu's robes fluttered in the wind, and he looked very proud and elegant. His eyes looked at the crowd of monks under the white bone platform.

He spoke loudly.

"Are there any fellow disciples who can offer their guidance? If not, I will certainly not give up the position of steward of the Xiaoyuanling Treasury."

"furious!"

A seventy-year-old man wearing linen clothes and holding a pipe sneered and said that the position of deacon of Xiaoyuanling Treasure House was very lucrative.

This opportunity is rare. If a cultivator does not refuse and offends the foundation-building master who is in charge of the inner treasury, and foolishly steps forward, how could he let him go?

With magical power surging under his feet, the old monk stepped onto the platform.

"Nineteenth boy, you have only just entered the ninth level of Qi training. It took me ten years to advance to the ninth level of Qi training.
If you know what's good for you, you'll retreat obediently, otherwise, you'll probably lose your life on this bone fighting stage."

"Crack!"

Bai Shijiu wore a bamboo crown and had a thin figure. He waved his hand and shook off the blood stains on the white bone flying sword.

"You're looking for death, I'll grant your wish"

(End of this chapter)