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

Chapter 408: Obtaining Treasures and Market Development

Although this Master Xuanshi has some opportunities, his spiritual cultivation is slightly weak and he is easily deceived by illusions.

Fang Yi shook his head. For a cultivator, cultivation is of course the most important thing, but magical instruments and treasures to protect the way are also indispensable. How can one tell the difference clearly?

With one hand in his sleeve, he pinched the magic formula, and the [Ten Thousand Leaves Are Not Flowers Magic Formula] continued to operate, and the decayed aura filled the air.

Fang Yi glanced at another battlefield.

"Fellow Daoist Wuhui, it's time to take action!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Wuhui pointed his finger, and the Moonlight Ancient Mirror was raised. The icy spiritual power gathered, and a silver-white spiritual light was emitted.

The crimson robe fluttered in the air, and the two top-grade magical instruments, the Sunflower Golden Needle and the Moonlight Ancient Realm, joined forces, emitting golden and silver spiritual light.

The gushing cold wave hit them, and the golden needle flashed with cold light, putting Xu Shan and Zhong Gui firmly at a disadvantage.

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded slightly, flicked his sleeves, and the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword shot out.

"Zheng!"

The clanging sounds of metal echoed, the dark blue blade shone with a faint cold light, and the ripples of the Ten Directions Umbrella were cut off one by one.

"Old ghost, you actually have a backup plan!"

Seeing Xu Shan and Zhong Gui in danger, Master Xuanshi's eyebrows furrowed together on his handsome face.

"Good disciple, call me Master!"

Fang Yi took a step forward, his robe rustling, and his fists, glowing with gold and jade, charged out with force.

"boom!"

The heavy punch landed, and the ripples of the Ten Directions Umbrella were completely shattered.

A ghostly shadow appeared, and a dark and ferocious claw stretched out from Fang Yi's sleeve.

"Pfft!"

Runes flowed on Master Xuanshi's robe, and the magic prohibitions were activated, protecting his master on his own, creating a layer of gray light shield.

But Li Hun was a second-grade, top-grade soul puppet. He had been accumulating power for a long time and launched a sneak attack. The Ten Directions Umbrella was suppressed by the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword.

How could a robe of top-grade magical weapon stop the evil spirit?

"You" felt a sharp pain in his chest, and Master Xuanshi's face turned pale in an instant.

"Let's hit the road."

Fang Yi's mind moved, and the ghost claws stretched out by the evil spirit radiated a dark green light, instantly extracting the soul of Master Xuanshi.

With a glance, he sent a golden flying needle flying past, blood splattered everywhere, and Xu Shan and Zhong Gui were also killed by Li Wuhui.

"The overall situation has been decided!"

Fang Yi nodded in agreement, and from then on, the entire black market business of Fengling Fairy City was under his control.

From then on, Qingzhi Tower was in the light and Xiaoyuanling was in the dark.

No matter whether it is a spiritual object from the righteous path or a rare spiritual material unique to the evil path, they are all put into the jar.

Xiaoyuanling is twenty miles away to the east.

Under the towering cedar trees, two monks sat cross-legged.

A dark green ancient mirror that absorbs energy is suspended in the air, absorbing energy.

The mirror represents the five foundation-building energies of Chen Dayong, Huang Linjiao, Xuan Shi, Xu Shan, and Zhong Gui in Xiaoyuan Ridge, which transformed into five-colored spiritual light flowing and colliding.

The Qi-absorbing treasure mirror is refined using a secret method. Every trace of Qi retained in the mirror represents a person who has established a foundation.

Chen Dayong, Huang Linjiao, and Xuan Shi Shangren's cultivator auras fell and disappeared completely.

Master Yinling, wearing a black jade crown and a robe that could devour hundreds of ghosts' souls, frowned as he looked at the gray spiritual light that spread and completely occupied the mirror.

Feeling the calming energy on Xiaoyuan Ridge, he was very wary.

"Brother Youhen, this old ghost Yin Gu actually has such a profound background?

Then Chen Dayong and the Yellow Scaled Dragon have joined forces. Even if you and I take action, we can only injure him severely at most.

Now, in less than half an hour, he was killed by that old ghost, and that unknown magic weapon didn’t even reveal the slightest bit of energy.”

Youhen looked at his junior brother Yin Ling who was still unwilling to give up, and he began to persuade him.

“Junior Brother Yinling, you’ve delayed for so long, and now you’ve brought in Junior Brother Xuanshi to test that old monster.

Now that the result is out, don’t waste any more time and return to the sect as soon as possible.

Although the Yin Bone Monster was severely injured, he has a deep foundation and has been cultivating for many years. I suspect that he has already recovered to the level of a fake elixir."

"Restore the Fake Dan cultivation?"

Yinling Shangren was shocked and used the top-grade magic weapon, the Qi-absorbing mirror, to observe the progress of the fight.

However, Master Yinling could also clearly sense the aura of the Foundation Establishment Masters that disappeared one after another in the mirror.

Chen Dayong, Huang Linjiao, and Master Xuanshi, who died in a short period of time, had such powerful trump cards that were terrifying.

“If you want to kill a cultivator of the same level, you need at least three cultivators of the same level to ambush you.

There is only Yin Gu in Xiaoyuan Ridge. This fake Dan Zhenren who has fallen in cultivation is at the same level as Chen Dayong and Huang Linjiao.

It seems so"

Master Yinling's eyes were gloomy, and he found it difficult to swallow the anger in his chest.

"Brother Youhen, this Yin Bone is hidden too deeply. I don't want to interfere in the affairs of Xiaoyuanling anymore."

"Junior brother, what you said makes sense. A gentleman does not stand on the wall. I wonder how many cards the old monsters like Yin Gu have hidden."

Seeing that Master Yinling was willing to return to the mountain gate, Master Youhen breathed a sigh of relief and began to comfort him.

"Junior brother is as precious as gold and jade, but in fact, the withered bones in your eyes are comparable to you.

If you want to vent your resentment, with my junior brother's foundation, after he condenses the pill, he can take it back on his own. There is no need to rush.
Moreover, in the past few years, more than ten of the disciples whom Yin Gu had taken in as his disciples to inherit his mantle have died. This is enough to make him heartbroken.”

"Oh, that Yin bone is a withered bone in the tomb. By the time I condensed the golden elixir, he would have already passed away."

Master Yinling sneered.

According to the records of the sect, this Master Yin Gu was severely injured by True Man Jiuhan, and his life span is at most sixty years.

Since he started practicing, he has had the support of his father and the service of his fellow disciples. His own aptitude and cultivation are also top-notch.

This trip to Xiaoyuanling was the biggest loss he suffered.

Not only was Li Hun taken away, but the whereabouts of the female cultivator he had set his eyes on were also unknown. In Xiaoyuan Ridge, he was bullied by Yin Gu.

If you don't release your vital energy, your thoughts will not be clear.

Master Yinling pointed his finger, and the dark green Qi-absorbing mirror was put away.

"Brother Youhen is right. This old Yin Bone monster is very powerful. Junior brother, please stay away from him for now.
When his lifespan runs out, he will have plenty of ways to create a successor to his legacy and vent his frustration.
As for that magic weapon, it will be kept by those with virtue. After it passes away, it will sooner or later fall into my hands."

The next day.

In Xiaoyuanling, on the bone altar, Fang Yi was wearing a Xuanyin brocade robe, and a gray spiritual cloud was rolling, holding him up.

His eyes swept across the monks under the altar, some of whom were shocked, some envious, and some respectful.

Fang Yi's hoarse voice sounded.

"San Hai, Hei Hun, you will gather one hundred Qi-cultivating cultivators and go to the Beastmaster Chen family to exterminate the remaining remnants of the Chen family.
Afterwards, a bounty will be issued in the market, and the souls of every Chen family cultivator can be exchanged for spiritual objects in my Xiaoyuan Ridge."

"Follow Master's orders!"

"Follow the orders of Uncle Master!"

Fang Yi waved his hand slightly, then looked at Li Wuhui, who was wearing a crimson robe and had a beautiful face.

"Fellow Daoist Li, I'd like to trouble fellow Daoist Yu to go to Changlefang and see if Master Chunyue is available.

If he is, please take the trouble to send him on his way."

There was a hint of murderous intent in Fang Yi's eyes. The beast-taming Chen family, who lived near Xiaoyuanling, had no power to resist.

The whereabouts of the big bandit leader in the late stage of foundation building in Wulong Mountain are unknown, and four old bandit leaders in the middle stage of foundation building have died in succession, and they are no longer a force to be reckoned with.

Now is the time to digest the benefits, and we can't let Changlefang reap the fruits.

Seeing Li Wuhui nodded in agreement, he turned into a red light and left.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the gray list unfolded and hung above the bone altar.

"The Chen family's affairs have been settled, and the master of the foundation building has passed away, but this mid-grade foundation building pill is indeed a bit low in exchange.
From today on, this list of merits will be permanently hung on the altar. I will issue tasks, and if you can complete them, you can exchange them for foundation-building pills."

Fang Yi paused and looked at his disciples Cao Shaocheng, Guan Zhibai, Qing Ning and others who looked nervous.

Xiaoyuanling is in a state of disrepair and needs the selfless dedication of many disciples.

He continued to paint the cake skillfully.

"This old man has not much time left to live. This time, I lost my vitality in the fight with Chen Dayong. I will have to go into seclusion to heal my wounds.

Regarding this matter of Xiaoyuanling, you must work harder."

Time flies, and a month has passed. The Chen family was exterminated, and Xu Shan and Zhong Gui from Wulong Mountain died.

As the monks spread the news by word of mouth, it continued to spread in all directions.

In front of the Xiaoyuanling Market, under the archway, a gray list emitted a spiritual light.

The heads of Xu Shan and Zhong Gui were pickled using secret methods and looked lifelike, and were placed on the archway of the market town.

Several people wearing gray robes with the word "white bones" embroidered on the chest with black spiritual silk, practiced qigong and looked arrogant.

Stop the monks one by one and collect their spirit stones.

An old monk in linen clothes, leaning on a wooden crutch, looked at the long queue and muttered softly.

"I've been here for sixty years in Xiaoyuanling Market, how come the rules have suddenly changed?

You have to pay a low-grade spirit stone to enter the market, why don't you just go and rob it?"

"Old Wu, don't you want to live anymore?"

A burly monk stretched out his hands as big as a palm-leaf fan, covered Old Wu's mouth, and began to scold him.

"If you don't want to live, don't drag me down with you!
This is a decree issued by Master Yin Gu. As long as you pay a low-grade spirit stone, you can enter the market for three days.

After the Beast Taming Chen family was destroyed, who knew that Xiaoyuanling was the first dark market?
Whether it is spiritual objects, magical instruments, or mirror-breaking elixirs, they have everything. With the Yin Bone Patriarch in charge, even those who have established their foundation must abide by the laws.
I heard that there is also a foundation-building pill. If you don’t want to, Old Wu, get out of the way and don’t delay my cultivation.”

"Next!"

When the monk from the White Bone Sect spoke, the burly monk pushed Old Wu away and trotted to the gate of the market town in two steps.

"Brother, my name is Deng Xingwei. I want to enter the market for ten days. Here are the spirit stones..."

On the roof of the White Bone Building, Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back and his clothes fluttering, looking at the monks who were shoulder to shoulder in the market, which was several times more prosperous than the city.

The size of the dark market's operations does not depend on whether the place where it is located is a spiritual place or the abundance of spiritual objects in the market.

Rather, it depends on whether it is safe and whether the monks who run the dark market can withstand the pressure brought about by the stolen goods.

Now, they have swept through the Chen family of Beast Taming, annexed Changlefang, and killed several old bandit leaders of Wulong Mountain in succession in the Xiaoyuanling Dark Market.

It undoubtedly meets all the needs of many demon cultivators and calamity cultivators.

Fang Yisi and Li Wuhui shook their heads slightly when they heard the news.

"Master Chunyue has not returned to Changlefang. I think he has either returned to the Hehuan Sect or gone to find a spiritual vein to retreat and comprehend the secret method.

Acting decisively allowed him to escape the disaster.
Never mind, business is more important."

"Master, disciple requests to see you."

(End of this chapter)