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

Chapter 403: Sacrifice to the Fiery Soul and Invite Chunyue
The sun sets in the west and the silver moon rises.

Cao Shaocheng, Bai Twelve, Fu Ziyin, Guan Zhibai
A cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training gathered at the foot of the market, looking at the gray list with a nervous expression.

Ever since the war between Xiaoyuanling and the Beast Taming Chen family began two years ago, Fang Yi ordered that the rankings on this gray merit list be announced once a month.

"Crash!"

A beam of light flew out from the center of the town and landed next to the Merit List in the blink of an eye.

Master Sanhai was supported by two graceful corpse maidens as he stepped out of the escaping light.

He swept his eyes over the many cultivators in the market town, slightly softened his waist, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Killing is merit, refining souls is virtue. Today, as per the old rules, I, under the order of Master Yin Gu, will reveal the rankings on the Merit List."

"rise!"

"Crash!"

The gray and gloomy energy was rolling, the merit list was shining brightly, and lines of ink were moving like dragons and snakes.

First on the A-list: Fu Ziyin, 687 Merits
Second on the A-list: Cao Shaocheng, 542 merits
Third on the A-list: Guan Zhibai, 497 merits
"How is this possible? How could Fu Ziyin be at the top of the list?"

Cao Shaocheng's expression changed, and he stared fiercely at Fu Zinyin, who was wearing a royal blue silk robe and looked very proud.

"Why not? Senior Brother Cao, under Master's divine gaze, could this merit list still be forged?"

Fu Ziyin's lips curled slightly. He was 145 merits ahead of Cao Shaocheng, so this mid-grade foundation-building pill was within his reach.

"You cheat!"

Cao Shaocheng had murderous intent in his heart, and he would never let go of the mid-grade foundation-building pill.

"Cheating?
"Master hasn't even spoken yet, so what qualifications do you have to accuse me of cheating?" Fu Ziyin sneered and left, unwilling to say more to Cao Shaocheng.

But he cheated. He arranged monks to collect soul beads in the four directions of the market, east, south, west and north, every ten miles.

Otherwise, how could such an achievement be achieved in just one year?

But what does that do?
They are all monks of the White Bone Sect. They have been struggling for many years. As long as they can get a mid-grade foundation-building pill, they will get Fang Yi's favor.

No matter how much it costs, it is worth it.

Half an hour later, in the cave, a gray light wrapped around a list was speeding past.

A large hand with distinct joints reached out and took the list in its hand.

Fang Yi swept his spiritual sense across the list, feeling the number of soul beads on it.

"The quality of the soul has improved a lot. It seems that my good disciples have worked hard."

He nodded slightly with a smile on his face, then pointed his finger at the gray merit list.

"rise!"

"Hurrah!"

The list moved automatically without wind, surrounded by ghostly aura and phosphorescent lights. The six forbidden laws manifested and transformed into a long black banner.

The two gems, one red and one white, collided, and Chen Ju's residual soul appeared, suppressing hundreds of soul beads on the list.

This merit list that collects military honors has a hidden secret, which is a Thousand Souls Banner of the middle-grade magical weapon level.

Looking at the ghostly and sinister spirit banner, Fang Yi nodded slightly, and the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner appeared in his hand.

Ku Rong's magic power flows, and the blue and gray spiritual lights collide.

A ghost with a sinister face and wearing white bone armor walked out of the small cave in the banner.

"Crash!"

The corpse qi chain in Yin Gu's hand tightened.

The skinny and corpse-spotted evil spirit with bloodshot eyes exerted force with both hands and was firmly pulled out of the banner.

"Roar!"

Feeling the strong yin energy and the temptation of the souls of the monks in the Thousand Souls Banner, Li Hun roared.

There was a faint ghostly aura around his body, which collided with the corpse aura chains, and he was about to pounce on the Thousand Souls Banner.

"Quiet!"

Fang Yi opened his mouth to scold, and feeling the friendly aura, Li Hun's body trembled.

Then he recalled the method Fang Yi used to train him and whimpered softly.

"Don't worry. Don't worry. This soul is yours."

He stretched out his hand, and the green spiritual light turned into a big hand, capturing the evil spirit in his hand.

Divine thoughts and magical power continuously flowed into Li Hun's soul body, feeling the runes in Li Hun's soul body that were contaminated with his own aura.

Fang Yi nodded slightly. He had never cared about the so-called victory or defeat among Qi-cultivating cultivators.

The foundation of a faction lies in the cultivators with the highest level of cultivation. The White Bone Sect has the Jindan Zhenren, while the Beast Taming Chen Family has the Foundation Establishment Master.

As long as Chen Dayong is alive, it doesn’t matter if all the Qi-cultivating cultivators die. They are just spiritual materials for refining soul puppets.

Two years ago, we didn't eradicate the problem completely, not because we didn't want to, but because we couldn't.

Now it is different
Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and twenty-five lotus-shaped lanterns engraved with spiritual patterns floated in the air.

Ten of them were flickering with a hint of life.

The remaining fifteen were dim and without light, with only a wick left, emitting a decayed aura.

After two years of bloody battles, even though no foundation-building cultivators took action, Xiaoyuanling did not pay a price.

Fang Yi had twenty-four disciples, fifteen of whom had died, leaving only nine Qi-cultivating disciples.

Although there was no reason to bestow a protective treasure, the battle between Xiao Yuanling and the Beast Taming Chen family was also a bloody grindstone.

"How long can Chen Dayong of the Chen family endure?"

Fang Yi pondered in his heart. After two years and more than seven hundred days and nights of bloody battles, Xiaoyuanling had the upper hand.

But let alone the secret auction, even the monks who came to buy spiritual objects had completely disappeared.

The Beast Taming Chen family, which is at a disadvantage, will only be in an even worse situation.

Fang Yi's eyes were deep. If he wanted to take control of Xiaoyuanling, he had to take this opportunity to completely eliminate the threat.

"Once the fierce soul ritual is complete, everything will be ready, and it will be time to make the final decision."

"Come!"

Fang Yi raised the Five Poison Cauldron, which was missing a leg and an ear, and placed it on the Yin Meridian. He pointed with his fingertips, and the Thousand Souls Banner swayed.

"Plop. Plop."

One by one, dark green soul beads fell into the cauldron. "Secret Technique of the Puppet Dao: Xuanyin Soul Control Technique."

Rich Yin energy gushed out from the Yin meridians.

Fang Yi's magic power surged and a true fire of withering and flourishing ignited the Yin energy and continuously melted the soul of the cultivator in the cauldron.

The blue-gray spiritual fire enveloped the Five Poison Cauldron, continuously devouring the Green Ghost Soul Pearl in the cauldron.

A shrill wailing sound came from the cauldron. Fang Yi's face was solemn, and he kept casting spells.

If one wants to use the secret art of puppetry: Xuanyin Soul Control, the most important thing is to use the soul to make soul threads.

The higher the quality of the souls and the greater their quantity, the more powerful the soul silk produced will be.

If one wants to refine a second-grade, top-grade evil spirit into a soul puppet that can be controlled by the mind, at least second-grade soul silk is required.

Fang Yi used the souls of the Chen family cultivators as proof of his merit in order to refine the soul threads.

People of the same clan are connected by blood, so making soul threads can save a lot of effort.

"I will sacrifice the evil spirit and refine it into a soul puppet. Whether this Xiaoyuanling market exists or not, I will not lose money."

Seven days later.

The spiritual liquid in the Five Poison Cauldron rolled and turned into streams of silver spiritual liquid. Rich soul energy rushed towards him. Fang Yi showed joy when he saw this.

"Sure enough, by using the souls of fellow tribesmen as sacrifices, it's easy to advance this Soul Control Silk to the second level."

"go with!"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a green soul bead flew out of his sleeves. Chen Ju's frightened face was faintly visible on the soul bead.

"what!!"

The soul bead fell into the silver spiritual liquid, Chen Ju's soul howled miserably, and was melted by the spiritual liquid in a few breaths.

"Buzz!"

The Five Poison Cauldron slowly turned, and the silver spiritual liquid emitted a tiny ray of light. With the help of the soul of a foundation-building cultivator, the soul-controlling thread began to condense and take shape.

"It's done!"

Monk Fang Yi stretched out his hands, golden ripples bloomed, and silver threads flew out from the Five Poison Cauldron.

The silver thread fell into the soul of the fierce ghost with a ferocious face and scarlet eyes.

One after another sinister runes, emitting a faint light, continuously refined the silver spiritual silk.

The rune energy flows and connects with each other, and the soul refining magic prohibitions are revealed one after another.

"Roar!"

The evil spirit howled towards the sky, vaguely feeling that if this continued, he would be completely refined.

The dark green phosphorus fire ignited, and strange ghost patterns emerged from the temples and spread, quickly covering the whole body.

Seeing that the silver soul-controlling thread was being obstructed in its refining and was being continuously forced out, Fang Yi remained calm.

With the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building, he sacrificed and refined a second-grade top-grade soul puppet. The main material was an extremely ferocious and evil spirit surrounded by murderous aura.

He was well prepared. He spread out his five fingers, and a plump blood bead appeared on his fingertips.

The sweet fragrance permeates the cave.

The essence and blood seemed to fall slowly but actually quickly into the center of Li Hun's eyebrows. Lines of blood emerged and eroded the ghost pattern.

In just a quarter of an hour, Li Hun fell into a complete coma.

"Using soul to refine soul, the Xuanyin Soul Control Method."

As the soul liquid in the Five Poison Cauldron continues to decrease, the magical restrictions in Li Hun's soul body continue to evolve.

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, curled the corners of his mouth, and felt the evil spirit being constantly controlled.

One month later.

"Roar!"

The evil spirit let out a long howl, and the wind howled as it woke up from its deep sleep. Its scarlet eyes had already turned silver.

Fang Yi felt the power of Li Hun, nodded slightly, and put it into his sleeve.

"After years of hard work, this top-grade spiritual material has not been wasted."

"The next thing is"

Fang Yi turned his gaze and looked towards Changlefang through the forbidden area of ​​the cave.

"Master Chunyue."

Three days later.

In a dense bamboo forest not far from Changlefang.

The silver moon hangs high in the sky, and in the bamboo forest, the breeze is blowing and the water is gurgling.

Fang Yi wore a green lotus crown on his head, a black robe with wide sleeves and python patterns, and gently waved a folding fan in his hand, talking and laughing.

A purple light descended from the sky, and Master Chunyue walked out of it.

"Brother Yin Gu, you invited me here, aren't you afraid of me? Call Chen Dayong, Xu Shan, and Zhong Gui to besiege you, brother?"

A graceful voice sounded, and Master Chunyue was wearing a robe with golden silk and colorful flowers, her golden hair swayed, and her jade pendants jingled.

"Fellow Daoist Chunyue, can you do this?"

Fang Yi looked at the plump and elegant Master Chunyue, and spoke slowly with full confidence.

“If I am not mistaken, fellow Daoist has been stuck in the bottleneck of the middle stage of foundation building for quite a few years.

I was willing to take action earlier because of the secret method in [Beast Taming True Solution]!"

"How do you know?"

The purple round fan in Master Chunyue's hand paused, and his expression looked a little ugly.

Fang Yi's lips curled slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Chunyue, Chen Ju's soul has been in my hands for two years. How much of the news about the Beast Taming Chen family can you hide from me?
Since you are stuck at a bottleneck, but you didn't take action earlier, are you worried about the secret method, or are you worried about me?"

"This old freak is indeed worthy of being called Fake Dan Zhenren. He has a very sharp eye. He saw through my whole being after just one meeting."

Master Chunyue looked solemn.

"Brother Yin Gu, please speak frankly! Since I came here, I have prepared myself."

"Third-level Hehuan Dao technique!"

(End of this chapter)