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

Chapter 4 Xuanyang Examination

Fang Yi had some estimate in his mind.

"Wolf monsters are solitary. Unless they are suppressed by a second-level wolf king, the Earth Wolf and the Gale Wolf are both first-level male beasts.

How could they join forces?

As for the second-level wolf king suppressing it?"

Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

But if there really was a second-level wolf king comparable to a master of foundation building, he would have died during the day and turned into a thing of reincarnation.

There is only one possibility left, that is, both wolf demons are controlled by the wolf beast and have no control over themselves.

"Pfft!"

Fang Yi used a black iron dagger to dismember the four-clawed wolf like a butcher cutting up an ox, dug open its brain, and dug out a thumb-sized white gem.

The gem feels warm to the touch, surrounded by a silver aura, and a sense of concentration and tranquility faintly emerges.

"A first-level rare treasure: the Soul-Nourishing Pearl." A hint of joy appeared on Fang Yi's face.

This treasure is extremely rare and is best for nourishing the soul. Only monsters that are proficient in the soul have the opportunity to cultivate it.

A demon beast that is skilled in spirits and souls, or whose physical combat power is extremely poor, difficult to grow, acts cautiously, and appears and disappears mysteriously.
Just like this four-clawed beast, once the demon wolf it controlled died, it itself was also severely injured by the backlash.

Or they can gather into groups and use their collective strength to suppress one side.

Fang Yi had seen the three-colored moth monster in his previous life, which was also a first-level soul monster.
Dozens or even hundreds of tricolored moths gathered together under the guidance of the Great Moth King. Their minds were connected, and even those who had established their foundation had to avoid their sharp edge.

For cultivators, it is easy to cultivate magical powers, but difficult to cultivate the soul.

Whether it is refining spiritual energy or swallowing elixirs, increasing mana is expensive, but there is always a way.

And the soul?
Apart from a few rare treasures, one can only rely on time and accumulation of insights, which is a hard and arduous process.

Therefore, this Soul-Nourishing Pearl is a first-grade, mid-quality spiritual material.

They are among the rarest of the first-grade spiritual materials, and their value is several times higher than that of the same grade spiritual materials.

If the quality is higher, it can be comparable to the second-level spiritual materials used by people who have built their foundation.

There is a price but no demand for it. Once such a treasure appears on the market, it will be quickly acquired by all major sects and families and provided to the geniuses who will inherit the Taoist tradition.

Ordinary casual cultivators don’t even have the qualifications to know the name of the precious pearl.

"Gulu."

Fang Yi wrapped the soul-nourishing bead with his magic power and swallowed it in one gulp.

The Soul-Nourishing Pearl followed the magic power and came into the sea of ​​consciousness. The pearl slowly rotated, emitting strands of white light.

Under the illumination of the white light, Fang Yi felt a hint of coolness in his soul, which nourished him and he quickly recovered from his fatigue.

"In this way, you can use the secret art of the soul to protect yourself to some extent."

Fang Yi looked at the corpse and his mind moved slightly.

"The flesh and blood of this monster is also slightly beneficial."

Red light surged in his hands, and he skillfully used the first-level bloodthirsty secret technique of the magic way.

The blood and energy in the four claws in his hands were quickly devoured, and half of his body turned into a withered corpse.

In comparison, Fang Yi's complexion gradually became rosy.

The wound on the chest also grew granulation tissue and will be completely healed within three to five days.

Put the remaining bones and fur of the four-clawed wolf into a worn storage bag. Although the flesh and blood have lost some vitality, it is still a gain.

In terms of value, it is even more valuable than the two wolves.

This storage bag is the relic of several deceased immortal seedlings. Fang Yi, Yang Caier and Fan Dacheng each got one.

Fang Yi used his magic power to make the grass and trees grow, cleaning up the blood and corpses around him.

Fang Yi returned to the camp. Seeing Yang Cai'er and the others sleeping soundly, he also closed his eyes to rest.

Half a day later.

Fang Yi and the other two went out to hunt wild animals for food.

Li Hanbai woke up slowly and felt that his Dantian Qi Sea was destroyed, and his face was ferocious.

"My immortal path is cut short."

"No, there must be another way."

Li Hanbai comes from a family of merchants and is always scheming against other people. Although he calms down quickly, he is still extremely suspicious.

Thinking about the deep hatred he had with Fang Yi and others, if someone wanted to attack him, that loser Li Qingsong would probably not be able to protect him.

"Now, the most urgent thing is to leave first."

Li Hanbai staggered to his feet.

"Brother, you're awake?!" Li Qingsong looked surprised.

"Get away!! Don't come near me."

Li Hanbai's eyes were gloomy, and he looked hatefully at Li Qingsong, who was cowering beside the carriage.

Resentment in my heart.

"In terms of cultivation and scheming, which of these aspects can compare with mine?"

"Why isn't it you, a piece of shit, who's being wasted!"

After Fang Yi returned from hunting, he saw Li Qingsong, who was worried, and didn't say much.

"Li Hanbai is gone?" "The path to immortality is tortuous. Li Hanbai, at such a young age, has already reached the second level of Qi training."

His aptitude is not bad. As expected, he has at least top-grade spiritual roots. He is also greedy and ruthless enough. If he can become a disciple of Xuanyang Mountain, he will have a chance to build a foundation.

However, due to a moment of carelessness, his path of cultivation was interrupted.

The path to immortality is bumpy and one should be cautious.

Three days later.

"arrive!"

"Shhh!!"

Fang Yi waved his hand, tightened the reins, and stopped the carriage.

"Cai'er, Dacheng, we've arrived at Xuanyang Mountain!"

When everyone looked up, they saw the mountain was shrouded in spiritual mist, like a fairyland.

Sometimes a crane would fly over the sky, making a melodious and clear cry.

Fang Yi walked to the green jade archway in front of the mountain gate and saw three spiritual characters "Xuan Yang Mountain" engraved on the plaque.

These fonts flow with spiritual light, like dragons and snakes, exuding an otherworldly aura.

"Is this Qi a top-grade magical weapon?"

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking in his heart.

Xuanyang Sect is worthy of being the top sect in Dayun's immortal cultivation world. This top-grade magic weapon is a testament to its immense strength.

It can provide the spiritual veins and spiritual objects needed for cultivation.

Fang Yi's eyes were dark and gloomy, like an ancient cold pond.

'Although the spiritual roots of this life have not been measured with any magical instruments, judging from the efficiency of refining spiritual energy, they have not reached the qualifications of the top-grade spiritual roots of the previous life.

Now, I have everything I need, including wealth, friends, Dharma, and land.

"You must join Xuanyang Mountain! Otherwise, building your foundation will be extremely difficult!"

Behind the Qingyu Archway, there is a winding stone staircase that goes into the clouds and mist, and many monks are walking on the stone steps.

Li Qingsong, Yang Caier and others were born in ordinary people. They were all shocked when they saw this fairyland beauty for the first time.

Yang Caier's eyes were full of longing.

"Brother Fang, is this the Xuanyang Sect? Anyone who lives here must be an immortal."

Fang Yi nodded slightly.

His tone was inexplicable, as if he was responding to Yang Caier, but also seemed to be responding to himself.

"Dacheng, Miss Yang, if you can achieve immortality, such scenery will be a common sight.
If you fail to achieve your wish, you will be buried in a grave, and no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will be like flowers in a mirror or the moon in the water.

After saying that, he took a deep breath of the mountain breeze, stepped onto the stone steps and walked towards the Xuanyang Sect.

After hundreds of years of practicing and struggling to survive, with so many hardships and sufferings, life-and-death crises, now they seem like nothing more than a little wind and frost.

In this life, he must achieve the Nascent Soul stage and see the magnificent and boundless splendor of the heights of the immortal path.

The road ahead is long and hard, but now we can start over again.

On the long road to immortality, I, Fang Yi, am here again!

After climbing thousands of stone steps, everyone's breathing became a little rapid.

Suddenly, I saw a stone tablet several dozen feet long standing among the rocks.

The three characters "Luanyunding" are engraved on the stone tablet in spiritual script, which sparkles brightly under the sunlight, showing an ancient charm.

The ground on top of Luanyun Peak was paved with bluestone, and thousands of monks gathered to talk, making the scene bustling and noisy.

Half a day later, the sun was high in the sky.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

There were bursts of sounds of breaking through the air.

A treasure boat wrapped in wind and thunder came rushing over, led by more than ten white-robed monks riding on flying swords.

The Wind and Thunder Boat was suspended in mid-air. The flying boat was shining brightly and carrying the power of wind and thunder. It was also a powerful magical weapon.

A black-robed monk with a cool and handsome temperament and an upright figure.

With steady steps, he stepped on the void and slowly walked down from the Wind and Thunder Boat.

The black-robed monk landed on the bluestone platform at the top of Luanyun Peak and took a look around.

"quiet!"

As a faint pressure came, the scene froze and thousands of monks fell silent.

"I am Xiao Changce, the true disciple of the Xuanyang Sect's foundation-building master. I will preside over today's entrance examination."

Xiao Changce's voice was powerful, echoing like thunder on the top of the Golden Palace.

Seeing that many monks remained silent, he nodded with satisfaction.

Immediately, he slapped the storage bag, and a dark light shot up into the sky, transforming into an ancient bronze mirror that floated above his head.

One after another, the magic spells were cast into the ancient bronze mirror, and the mirror began to rotate slowly.

Thousands of rays of light flew out from the bronze mirror, shining on every monk present one by one.

"Let me see what your spiritual roots are like and whether you have a destiny with Xuanyang Mountain."

　Young author, please read and collect!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)