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

Chapter 397: Market Crisis, Lure the Snake Out of Its Hole

Dark Soul spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Hey, Junior Brother Cao is truly loved by Master.

Such a big thing was entrusted to Junior Brother Cao to inform me, which shows that Master values ​​Junior Brother Cao very much.

It seems that Master intends for this disciple to inherit his legacy."

Cao Shaocheng agreed with what Heihun said, but he was not stupid enough to admit it.

"Brother, stop joking.
"Senior Brother has built a solid foundation in the Dao. He is the foremost disciple of Master and the future successor of Master's mantle."

"Oh, Junior Brother, I'd better really think so." There was a gloom in Heihun's eyes.

Beneath the altar of white bones, a Yin meridian was absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy, and several ancient topaz mirrors were emitting spiritual light.

Fang Yi looked through the ancient mirror at the two disciples interacting with each other and nodded slightly.

It is normal for disciples to fight openly or secretly, not to mention that there is such a big pie in the sky as the inheritance of a great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

Although this matter is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water, it is out of reach.

But none of the disciples knew that in just half a year, Fang Yi had demonstrated the superb performing skills that had been accumulated and honed over hundreds of years.

Sometimes his Qi drops, sometimes he collects elixirs, and he frantically collects information about longevity pills.

Not to mention his disciples Qing Ning and Hei Hun.

Even people like Master Sanhai, who have spent many years building a foundation, and Master Yinling, who have a profound family background, believe it without a doubt.

But there are pros and cons to doing so, and many disciples therefore compete madly, using all means to try to please him.

Fang Yi looked at the Yin Feng Formation in the center of the cave.

Three rock pillars stand tall, and a spring about ten feet deep gurgles, emitting a chilly air.

The Ruins Realm's withered and flourishing banner fluttered, absorbing and exhaling the pure Yin Qi from the second-order Yin Veins to temper the fierce soul.

His gaze fell on the spiritual land of corpses in the withered and flourishing small cave within the banner.

After the Yin Bone Refining Ceremony half a year ago, the spiritual land that should have been empty is now filled with swaying Nether Spirit Flowers, spreading Corpse Soul Moss roots, and Yin Yuan Grass purifying Yin Qi.

This is the result of the hard work of many disciples.

As for the bad side, Fang Yi looked at the two disciples who were scheming against each other in the topaz mirror.

"He has some ideas, and is a good material for magic cultivation."

Seeing that Cao Shaocheng was flawless and withstood the questioning of the Black Soul, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

As a top tool man who stands out among many disciples, before there are greater benefits.

Cao Shaocheng's life has the most basic protection
A month later, three miles south of Fenglingxian City, two monks hid among the rugged rocks.

The black soul was wearing a gray air-hiding veil, holding a white bone flying sword, and was on guard all over.

He stared intently at several cultivators who walked out of Fengling Fairy City.

The one who could extinguish the soul lamps of three high-level Qi training cultivators silently must be at least a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Although Heihun is quite confident in his own skills and magic weapons, he never hesitates to be cautious when facing cultivators of the same level.

Bai Sanwu was wearing a black robe with several bulging storage bags slung around his waist. He glanced calmly at the monks passing by.

"Junior Brother Four-Seven, I've heard rumors that the last batch of cultivators who came to Fengling Immortal City to deliver spiritual rice were completely wiped out.
You and I should be careful.”

Bai Siqi, wearing a bone crown, with muscular body and holding a thick mace as a magic weapon, rolled his dead fish eyes.

"Be careful, be careful of what?

Master Yin Gu has lost three of his disciples. What’s the point of you and I being careful?
Hey guys, instead of being on guard, you might as well pray a little.

You said the market sent us to buy spiritual rice, was it as bait? Or was it as bait? "

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Bai Sanwu sighed helplessly.

Although he was over fifty years old and still a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training, he also knew the purpose of his trip.

In the past, buying spiritual rice for Xiaoyuanling Market was a lucrative job with a lot of money.

Only disciples of the Foundation Establishment Master are qualified to handle this.

Now, allowing two cultivators in the late stage of Qi training to come to Fengling Fairy City to buy spiritual rice is self-evident.

"Brother Forty-Seven has a keen eye.
It's a bait, of course. With three of his disciples dead, how could the Foundation Establishment Master give up so easily?"

Bai Siqi waved the mace in his hand, his face expressionless.

"Brother Sanwu, it's good for you to understand that below the foundation building stage, we are all ants.

How could those high and mighty foundation-building masters care about our lives?

The last batch of cultivators who bought the spiritual rice included three Foundation Establishment disciples and four or five Qi-cultivating fellow disciples.

It's only been a month now, how many people still know about them?

We little monks should just accept our fate."

Half an hour later, looking at the strange yellow-brown rock right in front of me.

"Hu~~"

Bai Sanwu and Bai Siqi looked at each other and let out a long breath.

"We're finally here. Next, we'll return to Xiaoyuanling. We'll have a flying boat to help us."

"How about helping me?"

"Meet Master Black Soul!"

Bai Sanwu and Bai Siqi led more than ten monks from the White Bone Sect and bowed.

Dark Soul stepped out of the stone forest with a gloomy face.

This was not the first time he had tried to lure a snake out of its hole, but ultimately gained nothing.
This is the first time I have been assigned by my master to do something after I have established my foundation. If I fail to accomplish anything, it will inevitably lower my status in Fang Yi's heart.

Cao Shaocheng felt much more relaxed standing aside, knowing that there was someone taller to hold up the sky if it fell.

If this matter is handled well, it will be led by Black Soul, the foundation-building master. If it fails, Black Soul will naturally be the one to bear the main responsibility.

The dark soul's consciousness swept across, and after a while, his eyes turned and fell on Cao Shaocheng.

"Junior Brother Cao, Master has ordered us to capture the murderer who killed three of our junior brothers.

Now, a month has passed, and there is still nothing."

"Junior brother's cultivation is shallow, so everything is decided by senior brother."

Cao Shaocheng had a simple and honest face. Before he established his foundation, he made up his mind not to compete with his fellow brother who had also established his foundation.

What's more, this black soul has bad intentions and obviously wants to drag himself into the water and share the responsibility for the poor performance.

"Junior Brother Cao, please feel free to speak. We will pool our wisdom to complete Master Yin Gu's instructions."

"This junior fellow has limited knowledge, so everything is decided by my elder brother."

Cao Shaocheng sneered in his heart. If he really had this idea, why didn't he ask himself earlier?

Seeing that Cao Shaocheng was impenetrable, Heihun shook his head slightly, thinking about how to explain to Fang Yi when he returned to Xiaoyuanling.

Unlike Cao Shaocheng, the newly accepted disciple, Heihun, personally witnessed the fall of three foundation-building masters: Heixin, Huiju and Qinghuai.

Facing Fang Yi, he didn't dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.

"That's all."

Dark Soul slapped his storage bag and a gray spiritual light flew out.

The spiritual light dissipated and turned into a flying bone boat. The boat was covered with dense runes, absorbing and exhaling yin energy, and suspended in the air.

He reached out and took the storage bag full of spiritual rice from Bai Sanwu's waist.

"Let's go back to Xiaoyuanling first. The Master will decide what to do next."

After a few breaths, looking at the white bone flying boat that turned into black spots, Gu Jiushang shook his head slightly and walked out of the rugged rocks.

“The master only ordered me to look after Fengling Fairy City.

From now on, it depends on your luck, Dark Soul."

The next day, on the flying bone boat, looking at the faintly visible Xiaoyuan Ridge,

While Heihun breathed a sigh of relief, he was also a little worried about how to explain to Fang Yi.

"Buzz!"

The dull sound of bells and tripods roared, and a large bronze tripod with three legs and two ears smashed towards the white bone flying boat.

"Who! Who is so bold as to attack the monks of the White Bone Sect?"

The black soul's expression changed, and he released a flying bone sword.

The flying sword emitted sword light, surrounded by pale spiritual light, and slashed towards the bronze cauldron.

"Cang! Cang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the air. Although the flying bone sword's sword light flickered, it was gradually suppressed by the bronze cauldron.

Xu Shan was wearing a black robe, and his body was surrounded by gray mist, obscuring his figure.

A flash of light shot out from his fingertips, and the bronze tripod magic weapon fell down, creating a crack on the white bone flying sword.

"If you are willing to leave the spiritual rice, I will spare your life."

Xu Shan was surrounded by gray mist, and his aura of being in the middle stage of foundation building was clearly revealed.

He spoke sharply and threatened.

"My fellow Daoist has established his Dao foundation not long ago and has a long life ahead of him. Why would you risk your life with me for a few spiritual rice?"

"Don't think about it!"

The black soul activated his magic power, and a red tiger bone puppet, breathing out fire, guarded him.

At the same time, a concentric jade magic weapon in his sleeve was swept by the magic power and quickly shattered.

The concentric jade artifact was refined using secret methods, and the two jade pendants were in perfect harmony with each other.

The concentric jade in his hand shattered, and the concentric jade in Xiaoyuanling also shattered at the same time. He was in danger, and the cultivators knew it immediately.

With the speed of a Foundation Establishment Master, he would be able to reach this place in half an hour at most.

"This Taoist brother is hiding his body, I think he has some concerns and doesn't want to break up with my White Bone Demon Sect.

In this case, it is better for the Dao to fade away and the Dark Soul to be as if today’s events had never happened.”

The black soul's consciousness circulated, and while speaking to delay time, he was looking for the gray-robed monk's flaws.

"Heh! Dark Soul, I've been watching you for a month, so stop stalling.

Can you survive before your master arrives?"

Xu Shan sneered and slapped his storage bag, and the rock seal surrounded by the spiritual power of Wu Earth was raised.

"boom!"

The bronze tripod and the rock seal, two top-grade magical instruments, emitted spiritual light and fell to the ground at the same time.

"Oops! Let's go!"

The Black Soul's expression changed as he felt the terrifying power of the two magical weapons. A flash of spiritual light appeared from the bones around him, and he picked up Cao Shaocheng and fled.

"Run!"

"Master, save me!"

On the white bone flying boat, more than ten White Bone Sect monks were in a mess.

"boom!"

The two magical weapons fell at the same time, and cracks appeared on the bone flying boat.

"Crack!"

The cracks crisscrossed and twisted. In just a few breaths, all five magical restrictions in the white bone flying boat collapsed.

Spiritual light filled the air, and the flying boat broke into three sections and fell to the ground.

Looking at the escaping light in the distance, Xu Shan waved his sleeve and shot out a dark flying needle.

"Pfft!"

The flying needle quickly hit the escaping light, and the black soul groaned.

The light of escape stagnated slightly, a flash of blood appeared, and the speed of escape increased suddenly, and disappeared from Xu Shan's eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, why did you let that dark soul leave?

As a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, with two top-grade magical instruments, it shouldn't be difficult to save his life, right?"

Chen Ju's face was dark blue, and on his thick neck, a red snake was circling and spitting out its tongue.

"Huh? Leave your life?" Xu Shan sneered and took back the bronze tripod and the stone seal.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Ju was also here just now, why didn't you take action?

Your Beast Taming Chen family is already worried about that old monster in Xiaoyuan Ridge, and you want me to take advantage of the situation?"

"Xu Shan! Don't forget that the clan leader taught you the [True Explanation of Taming Beasts].

Don't you want the complete secret method of breaking through the realm?"

Chen Ju's face changed slightly. He never expected that Xu Shan didn't care at all and was about to break up with him.

"Secret method? Of course I want it, but I have to wait until your Beast Taming Chen family takes action first.

Otherwise, you want to kill a Foundation Establishment Master from the White Bone Sect? I don’t want to be the first to do that.”

Xu Shan waved his sleeves and turned into a yellow-brown light and left.

Over Xiaoyuanling, a silver crescent moon rises.

A faint groan of pain came from the White Bone Building.

Heihun's face was pale and his aura dropped. He spoke with lingering fear.

“Master, this disciple is incompetent and was stopped by a middle-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator of unknown origin.

After a hard fight, the disciple had no choice but to take Junior Brother Cao and escape by chance."

"A cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building whose origins are unknown?

If you can escape with your life when Dark Soul encounters such a monk, it is still very rare.
You should cultivate yourself well and don't take the fallen Qi cultivator to heart."

A hoarse voice sounded, Fang Yi's silver hair was draped over his shoulders, his face looked withered, and his forehead was covered with fine lines. He was held up by a dim yellow cloud of corpses.

"Yes, disciple will take his leave first." Heihun breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head, bent over and slowly retreated.

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little disappointed as he watched the black soul retreat respectfully.

'He managed to escape alive again. This dark soul must have some luck.
This happened for the second time.

Such a good opportunity was missed.

A lone Foundation Establishment cultivator, traveling alone, what is the Beast Taming Chen family worried about?

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a broken concentric jade appeared in front of him.

"I've tried so hard to suppress the Concentric Jade's reaction, but it seems I can't solve it once and for all."

Fang Yi felt helpless.

Some time ago, Gu Jiushang's jade talisman sent a message that Yin Ling and You Hen had returned from exploring the secret realm of Hanling, and had just left after buying spiritual herbs from Qingzhi Tower.

He would have to return to the White Bone Sect within one or two months at the latest. If he missed this opportunity, he would have to confront the Beast Taming Chen Family head-on.

Fang Yi's muscles and bones vibrated, his blood surged, and the Xujie Kurong Banner was held in his palm.

Feeling the evil spirit's energy gradually stabilizing in the mire of flesh and blood in the banner.

He pointed his finger, and a drop of blood flew into the banner and landed on Li Hun's forehead.

The blood essence and red light flowed, and together with the blood and flesh quagmire, under the suppression of the Yin bone, it continued to cleanse the evil soul's body, the remaining Qi and magic restrictions of Yin Ling.

"Forget it. Since the Beast Taming Chen family doesn't want a head-on confrontation.

Let's first prepare the spiritual objects needed for the secret shoot, collect the spiritual objects, sacrifice the fierce soul, temper the body, and then plan it slowly."

Fang Yi was concerned about the combat effectiveness of a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building and a second-order top-grade monster joining forces.

If he cannot borrow external forces, with his current cards, even if he can win, it will be a losing business.

Although the Xiaoyuanling dark market is valuable, it is not worth it for him to give up everything and use up all his trump cards to compete with Chen Dayong.

Two months later, Xiaoyuanling.

Bai Twelve's face was gloomy as he looked at the market town where half the number of cultivators were present compared to three months ago.

"Damn the Beast Taming Chen family! How dare they be so arrogant and intercept guests coming to the market?
I have to report this to Master, if this continues, the reputation we have built up in Xiaoyuanling Market will be completely destroyed."

In the underground cave, Fang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the angry scene of Bai Twelve in the yellow jade mirror.

The market town gradually became deserted, and Zuimenglou was no longer filled with singing and dancing, and the scene of decadent music also caught the attention of others.

"Boiling a frog in warm water? Hey, Chen Dayong has good intentions."

　A 4000-word chapter.

　　
　
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