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

Chapter 386: Establishing Authority, Extracting Souls and Refining Spirits

Dozens of miles away from Wulong Mountain is Qingyan Peak, where water flows gently and there are rugged rocks.

The scarlet light fell, and the pale-faced Master Yinling appeared, with resentment in his eyes and traces of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Which cultivator is causing trouble in Wulong Mountain?"

A rough voice echoed in Qingyan Peak. A monk dressed in tight clothes and with muscular body, piloted a flying boat and landed in front of Qingyan Peak.

Jiang Kaixian sensed the fluctuating energy of Master Yinling and showed excitement on his face.

As the most outstanding cultivator in Wulong Mountain, a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building who has suffered severe damage to his vitality and is seriously injured, he is a fat sheep that has not been seen for a long time.

'After finishing this job, I will go to Changlefang to patronize Master Chunyue's business.

The new lady, Hua, was born in the Hehuan Sect. She has a graceful figure, skin as white as snow, and is an expert in dual cultivation.

Jiang Kaiyuan thought of the wonderful memories from a few months ago, his Adam's apple moved and his silk pants bulged slightly between his legs.

He slapped his storage bag, and a bronze axe flew out, absorbing and exhaling wind spiritual power.

"Go die for me, Grandpa!"

There was a cold light on the axe blade as it chopped towards Master Yinling.

"A cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage?"

Yin Ling wore a black jade crown on his head, spewing spiritual light, and a dark water curtain blocked the bronze axe.

"Buzz!"

The dark spiritual light splashed everywhere, creating waves and blocking the way of the bronze axe.

"Damn it!"

Master Yinling cursed angrily, and then he struggled to activate the Netherworld Bone Banner.

Several second-level, lower-grade ghosts, surrounded by ghostly auras, stepped out from the human skin banner.

"A top-grade defensive magic weapon? Great stuff!"

Jiang Kaiyuan's eyes showed greed, and he once again raised a long black thorn.

"Young man, if you hadn't been severely damaged and hadn't possessed a top-grade magical weapon, I would never have provoked you.
Now, this treasure belongs to me."

A quarter of an hour later, the vegetation on Qingyan Peak withered, and various spiritual powers flowed and collided.

"boom!"

Master Yinling activated his Hundred Ghosts Soul-Devouring Robe and struggled to block the long, black spiked magical weapon that attacked from behind.

He scanned with his spiritual sense and saw that Fang Yi had not appeared yet, so he frowned slightly.

"What a pity, those two monks didn't chase me, so my fierce soul fell into his hands."

"Another top-grade magical weapon! Haha, opportunity has knocked upon my door! Truly opportunity has knocked upon my door!"

Seeing Jiang Kaiyuan's muscular body, his eyes were red and he was extremely excited.

"A cultivator in the late stage of foundation building will eventually gain something, which can make up for the loss of Li Hun."

Master Yin Ling's magic power flowed, his depressed energy quickly recovered, and his pale face also became rosy.

He waved his sleeves, and the Netherworld Bone Banner flew out, carrying several dark rays of light.

The spiritual light is like water, gurgling and flowing, sometimes falling into the earth, sometimes melting among the rocks, or merging into the ancient trees.

"Buzz!"

Nine bone towers carved from white bones and covered with dark patterns, glowing jade-colored and emitting spiritual light, flew out from the ground.

One after another, eerie runes flew out from the Bone Tower, connecting with each other. A chilling wind blew, evil spirits howled, and a small space of formation slowly took shape.

"Roar!"

With a roar, a three-meter-long Yinyan dragon emerged from the ground, spitting out green phosphorus fire and extending a claw.

Jiang Kaiyuan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his face turned ashen, and he spoke in disbelief.

"A second-tier, top-grade demon beast? A second-tier, top-grade formation?

How could a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building have such wealth and background? Who are you?"

"Fellow Daoist, you broke into my cave and asked who I am?"

Seeing that their attempt to lure the enemy deep into Yinling had failed, Fang Yi and Li Wuhui did not pursue them, nor did they try to hide the truth.

He waved the Netherworld Bone Banner in his hand, and a ghostly aura filled the air. A headless corpse, wearing armor and holding a Yin Fork, stepped out.

Black Evil Peak.

Fang Yi spoke to Li Wuhui beside him.

"The phantom just now was the power of the Shadow Escape Talisman.

The Shadow Escape Talisman that was only discovered after Fellow Daoist Wuhui took action must be at least a top-grade second-grade one.

The person you hit was Master Youhen, the phantom he left behind a few breaths ago. He is now at least several miles away."

Fang Yi held the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand and immediately chopped it with his hand.

"Zheng!"

There was a sound of sword, and the dark blue sword light turned and landed seven inches away from the python soul in the green water. The silver dragon snake's golden eyes shone brightly, and a claw stretched out.

"boom!"

A dull explosion sounded suddenly, and the Swallowing Wave Python Soul exploded and turned into ashes.

Fang Yi knew that this was the result of the demon beast's soul forcibly activating its soul power, and now its soul was exhausted.

He waved his sleeves, and a green spiritual light passed by, and the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner, the Green Lotus Treasure Color Flag, and the Small Zhoutian Plate were all collected by him.

"Fellow Daoist Li, that Master Youhen is at the eighth level of foundation building, and Master Yinling is the biological son of True Man Chi Ming from the White Bone Sect.

The two of them have suffered such a great loss, they will definitely go to the Xiaoyuanling Dark Market, disturbing fellow Daoist and ask them to retreat a little."

Li Wuhui nodded in agreement, and with a flick of his sleeves, Zheng Qi, who was wrapped like a cocoon in a long silk magic weapon, fell in front of Fang Yi.

"This matter is simple. When the matter is settled, Fellow Daoist Fang can just send me a message.

However, Master Yinling already knew that Zheng Qi was in my hands, so I needed to find another cultivator in Wulong Mountain to establish my authority.

I wonder if you have any choice.”

Fang Yi's mind moved slightly, and the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner swayed. Green chains shot out and pulled Zheng Qi into the banner.

He pondered for a moment, then slapped his storage bag and an ink-colored scroll flew out.

The scroll slowly unfolded, and dots of ink emerged, outlining the figure of a thin, mustachioed monk in a green robe. "Yu Shutai is at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment and possesses a top-grade magical instrument, a Mountain Seal."

His defensive abilities are top-notch among cultivators of the same level. He possesses earth-attributed skills and currently resides at Black Stone Peak in Wulong Mountain."

"Okay, this is the person."

Li Wuhui swept her mind and imprinted the cultivator's information into her mind. She waved her scarlet robe and turned into a red light and left.

The faint sound of the voice echoed in Fang Yi's ears.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, Zheng Qi is now yours, but don't forget the Xuanyang Huasheng Pill.
Otherwise, don’t blame me for turning against you.”

Qingyan Peak.

Master Yinling showed a satisfied look on his face. He stepped on the Yinyan Jiao and gently stroked the Netherworld Bone Banner, which had its aura elevated by three points.

Blood dripped from the human skin banner, and a dark fire jumped, burning Jiang Kaiyuan's soul, causing him to wail inside the banner.

Master Yinling raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Brother, have you seen any trace of those two people?"

Swish!
Master Youhen, dressed in a black robe, appeared under a vigorous ancient tree and spoke with regret.

“I have searched the area within a radius of ten miles, but have not found any monks.

It’s a pity that my junior brother showed weakness to the enemy, but the two monks did not chase him.

Otherwise, with the help of the formation and demon pets that Junior Brother left behind in this cave, it would be enough to save the lives of those two people."

"Although that female cultivator had the golden needle and the ancient mirror, two top-grade magical instruments, she was able to stop my senior brother. Her foundation and heritage are no less than yours and mine.

There is also a cultivator who has mastered the Wood Dao technique to help us in the battle. If we miss this opportunity, it will be difficult next time."

Master Yinling shook his head slightly, his robes rustling.

After the second-grade superior evil spirit was suppressed, he knew that even if he joined forces with Master Youhen, he could only defeat Fang Yi and Li Wuhui at most.

If you want to capture and kill Li Wuhui and refine him into a corpse princess, it will be extremely difficult.

Fortunately, he had a cave in Qingyan Peak of Wulong Mountain, which was guarded by a second-grade top-grade Yinfeng Formation and a second-grade top-grade Yinyan Jiao.

With Master Yinling personally presiding over the matter, Master Youhen would raid the battlefield, occupy the advantageous terrain, and it would be more than enough for him to kill one or two great cultivators in the late stage of foundation building.

"It's a pity that the two monks didn't catch up."

Master Yinling sighed and then spoke.

"Please trouble Senior Brother Youhen to protect me.

After I go into seclusion to refine the soul of the cultivator in the bones, we will go to the Xiaoyuanling Dark Market together to investigate the cause of death of Senior Brother Qinghuai.

By the way, ask the monks in the market if they know the whereabouts of that female cultivator."

Seven days later.

Fang Yi's face was withered, his hair white as he walked down the shoulders, and he transformed into a beam of light, falling from Xiaoyuan Ridge.

After a brief pause, he slapped his storage bag and a gray jade talisman transformed into a thumb-sized skull and flew towards the market.

After more than ten breaths, a pale light landed in front of Fang Yi.

Bai Shijiu was wearing a moon-white brocade robe and a green jade crown on his head. He had an upright figure and walked out of the escaping light with high spirits, and bowed his head in salute.

"Disciple Bai Shijiu greets Master. I wonder what important matter Master has summoned me for?"

"Nineteen, you have already established your foundation. It's just right. I have something for you to do."

Fang Yi took out a palm-sized black coffin from his sleeve.

With a touch of his fingertips, the spiritual light on the coffin flowed, became a meter long, and fell to the ground.

"Crack!"

As the coffin was opened, a thin, seven-foot-tall monk in a green robe with a mustache lay in the coffin with his eyes closed.

"This is?"

When Bai Shijiu saw the familiar monk in front of him, he felt a little confused.

He quickly recalled the familiar monk in his mind, and was shocked when he found the familiarity.

"Yu Shutai, known as the Mountain Hermit from Black Rock Peak of Wulong Mountain?

Hiss, Yu Shutai, who is at the middle stage of foundation building, was actually captured alive by Master?"

Although he didn't know if it was because of the blow to himself, Bai Shijiu's straight waist suddenly hunched a little.

His face no longer showed the same spirited and cheerful look as before.

"Well, this Yu Shutai, as a robber cultivator from Wulong Mountain, attacked Xiaoyuanling Market when his nephew Qinghuai was away."

Fang Yi's skinny hands, surrounded by a dim yellow light, fell on Yu Shutai's head slowly but quickly.

"what!"

Yu Shutai Shutai frowned, screamed, and his soul was pulled out.

A dark green fire appeared in Fang Yi's hands, burning his soul.

Fang Yi's cloudy eyes turned and he spoke softly.

"Nineteen, you have successfully established your foundation and will enjoy a lifespan of four generations. Master has something for you to do."

The howling of Yu Shutai's soul echoed in his ears, and Bai Shijiu shuddered under Fang Yi's turbid gaze.

He spoke carefully.

“Master, please give your instructions!

I was able to establish my foundation in the Dao thanks to Master's help. No matter what happens, I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"hehe!"

Fang Yi's lips curled slightly, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"There's no need to risk your life. I can't handle a cultivator like you, a junior who has just established his foundation, nor can you be a match for him.

A small matter, brewing Yu Shutai's soul into a soul-refining lamp, like his body, and placing it in front of Xiaoyuanling Market.
Tell the guests in the market that even though my nephew Qinghuai is missing, I am not an ordinary cultivator who can be bullied."

"Is this old ghost trying to assert his authority?"

Bai Shijiu reacted instantly, with excitement in his eyes.

With the disappearance of cultivators in the late foundation-building stage, the number of cultivators coming to Xiaoyuanling to sell the stolen goods is bound to decrease.

Now that Yu Shutai, a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, has established his authority, the situation in the market will undoubtedly improve greatly.

(End of this chapter)