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

Chapter 428: A Small Breakthrough in the Seventh Ring, Master of Lanyuexuan
Fang Yi reached out and took the jade talisman, probed his spiritual sense into it, and carefully examined the conditions offered by Xia Zhengxuan.

"Return the original territory and spiritual veins of Changlefang and the Beast Taming Chen family?

From this, it seems that Xia Zhengxuan has limited power."

Fang Yi thought about it.

The legacy of a Jindan Zhenren is truly precious.

But he once asked Yang Caier to collect information about Fengling Fairy City, the most important of which was the life span of True Man Jiuqu.

Xuanyang Mountain has a profound cultural heritage, with generations of Jindan Zhenren. There is a Fengwen Tower in the sect that is dedicated to collecting information on the major forces in Dayun Kingdom.

Xia Jiuqu from Fengling Fairy City, as a Jindan Zhenren, is naturally among them.

Birth, cultivation method, foundation-building time, and elixir-forming year... nothing was left out.

This third-level formation master was extremely talented and made rapid progress in his practice, reaching the stage of Dan two hundred years ago.

With a lifespan of 500 years for a Jindan Zhenren, he still has at least another three or four decades of life left.

Xia Zhengbai and Xia Zhengxuan are competing for the attention of Jiuqu Zhenren, mostly for the opportunity to achieve Dan formation in the future.

In the Great Yuan Immortal Cultivation World, those who have not condensed the Golden Elixir are all chess pieces, but their weights are different.

Although Fengling Fairy City has a Jindan Zhenren in charge, Jindan spiritual objects are rare, and supporting one cultivator is already the limit.

A Jindan Zhenren has a lifespan of 500 years. Faced with such temptation, Xia Zhengbai and Xia Zhengxuan will inevitably fight to the death.

Now the matter of Wuying Quhan Ointment is just the beginning.

Fang Yi's eyes were cold as he stroked the jade talisman in his hand.

Wuying Cold-Removing Ointment is the most advanced cold-removing elixir for exploring the secret realm of Hanling.

Since you have been caught in the vortex, you must make the most of it.

Xia Zhengxuan could let Zuoqiu Lei ambush in Qingzhi Tower, and could also drive him to Xiaoyuanling.

There is a high probability that there will be more than one great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building that can be mobilized.

But even so, and still so eager for quick success, Xia Zhengbai's power will be beyond expectations.

"Let's meet first..."

Fang Yi made up his mind.

Then he slapped the storage bag, and two jade slips, one green and one gray, flew out.

He pointed with one finger, connecting with the Qi of the Yin bones of the corpse in the withered and flourishing banner of the Ruins Realm, and performed the secret of the White Bone Sect: the Gray Skull Sound Transmission Method.

The corpse energy was flowing, and the gloomy aura was everywhere. The gray jade tablet turned into a fist-sized pale skull with a strange laugh.

"Xiao Qi, you and Senior Brother Gu should go to a secluded place outside the Immortal City and send out the Gray Skull Sound Transmission Note...

Remember to be careful and leave immediately after sending the sound transmission talisman. Don't delay..."

"Hmph!"

The silver-white little beast nodded, and with a flash of topaz-colored light, it put away the skull and left.

Seeing this, Fang Yi's fingertips changed the magic formula, green light filled the air, and rich vitality gathered.

The green jade slip exuded vitality and transformed into a slender and elegant green-feathered cloud crane.

Xuanyang Mountain Secret: Qingxiao Sound-Transmitting Crane.

"Wow!"

The beautiful cry of a crane was heard, flying towards the center of the fairy city, Xia Zhengbai's cave, Cangyun Mansion.

……

The next day.

Lanyuexuan, as the largest restaurant in Fengling Fairy City, has high eaves and is filled with the aroma of wine.

Although the monks who received guests in the building were dressed as servants, both men and women were well-dressed and had good looks.

Fang Yi was dressed in blue and had a handsome appearance. As soon as he stepped into the building, the eyes of several beautiful maids lit up.

As a maid in Lanyuexuan, remembering the foundation-building masters in Fenglingxian City is the most basic thing.

"The maid Qinghe greets Master Fang.

The newly brewed Moon Dew Spring in the pavilion is ready. Would you like to taste it, Master?"

Qing He was petite, with eyes like a pool of clear water. She took a few steps forward and came in front of Fang Yi while the other maids gritted their teeth.

"The Moon Dew Spring is out?"

Fang Yi's eyes lit up. After his body refining skills advanced to the upper second level, the golden body spirit liquid quickly lost its effect.

The Moon Dew Spring, brewed by Lan Yue Xuan's spiritual brewer using a secret recipe of hundreds of fruits, although expensive, is one of the rare spiritual items that can help him in his physical cultivation.

"As usual, prepare ten pots of Moon Dew Spring for me.
Besides, how many small courtyards do you have in Lanyuexuan?"

"Reporting to the Master, the only courtyards left in the pavilion are the Laurel Courtyard, the Treasure Flower Courtyard, and the Nine Cang Courtyard."

Qing He suppressed the joy in her heart and spoke with some embarrassment.

“However, this year, due to the beast tide attacking Sudu Mountain, several kinds of spiritual fruits failed to be harvested.

There is only a limited amount of Yueluquan brewed this time, so for now I can only give you three pots."

"Three pots?"

Fang Yi frowned slightly. The battle in Sudu Mountain had actually affected the brewing of spiritual wine.

"Then get me three pots of Moon Dew Spring. Also, I remember that the Laurel Courtyard, the Treasure Flower Courtyard, and the Nine Cang Courtyard are adjacent to each other?

I'm meeting a good friend, and I can't let the secret get lost."

“Master, don’t worry. Although these three courtyards are connected, we have already invited a formation master to set up a soundproof and hidden energy prohibition spell in the pavilion.

Unless you are a Jindan Zhenren, I will never reveal the Master's information."

Master Qinghe explained carefully.

"If Master is still worried, you can bring your own formation flags and magical instruments to isolate the two courtyards."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, then took out four medium-grade spirit stones from his sleeves.

"This is the cost of Yueluquan and the deposit for Baohualou.

Ten days from now, Fang will meet a friend at Baohua Tower. Please do your best and don't let Fang lose face."

"Thank you Master Fang for your interest. Qinghe will not let you down."

Qinghe stretched out her white and tender hands and respectfully took the spirit stone under the envious gazes of the many servants and maids in Lanyuexuan.

"Master, this is your token
As for the Moon Dew Spring, please wait a moment, Master. I will go get it right away."

"Yeah." Fang Yi nodded slightly.

After half a stick of incense.

Fang Yi put away the three pots of Moon Dew Spring, held a token engraved with a purple peony pattern, and headed towards Baohua Tower.

"Master, take care. If you need anything, just let me know with the token." Fang Yi waved his hand and headed towards Baohua Tower. Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief and felt elated.

She was called a maidservant of Lanyuexuan, but her actual responsibility was sales.

From the sale of spiritual wine and the rent of the courtyard, 5% can be taken out of 100%, that is, 5 out of 100.

For four hundred low-grade spirit stones, you can get a dividend of twenty spirit stones.

"With these twenty spirit stones, plus my previous accumulation, I can exchange them for a second-level technique in the building."

Qinghe was thinking in her mind and secretly looking forward to it.

"I wonder when I will be able to achieve the same level of Dao as Master Fang, forging a foundation for the Dao and becoming awe-inspiring."

In the Baohua Garden, flowers are blooming and water is gurgling.

The fragrance of the luxurious purple peony is faint, the green lotus leaves are swaying, and the pink peach blossom petals are falling.
"good."

Fang Yi glanced at the pavilions, waterside pavilions, stone bridges and spiritual springs in the garden and nodded slightly.

Immediately, he slapped the pet bag, and a topaz-colored spiritual light flew out.

The spiritual energy of Wu Earth gathered and turned into a spiritual cloud, holding up a small silver-white beast.

"Seventh Commandment, investigate this Baohua Courtyard to see if there is any hidden hand. Be careful, this matter is of great importance."

"Hmph!"

The silver-white little beast nodded its head seriously and mobilized its demonic power.

A heavy scroll engraved with layers of mountains and ancient peaks slowly unfolds.

Fang Yi looked at Qijie skillfully taking out a brown elixir with a strange expression on his face.

"A mid-grade, second-grade Wutu Blood-Nourishing Pill. Are you going to look for Junior Brother Xu again?"

"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph."

"Junior Brother Xu forced it on you? And he told you not to tell me?"

Seeing Qijie nodding quickly, Fang Yi was speechless.

Since its birth, this demon pet of mine has been sucking elixirs from Xu Qingshe, and it has almost become an instinct for it.

"A bottle of this second-grade, mid-grade Wu Earth Blood Nourishing Pill is worth as much as a top-grade magical weapon.

Qijie, now that you have obtained the elixir, you should practice well and don't slack off.

Earth-grade bloodline.

Don’t bring disgrace upon the reputation of your ancestor, the Tianpeng Beast.”

"Hmph!"

Qijie snorted in dissatisfaction, his silver-white fur fluttering and his Wu Earth demonic power surging.

The energy level continued to rise, and in just a quarter of an hour, his cultivation level had advanced a step further.

"Water overflows when it's full? Peak of the second-level mid-grade?"

Fang Yi's face was filled with realization, and he looked strangely at Qijie who was starting to activate the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd and set up the Yellow Sand Formation.

He reached out and pulled the silver-white little beast into his arms, rubbing it hard.

"Xiao Qi is really something. He even hid this from me. Who did he learn this personality from?"

Qijie blinked his dark eyes, then rolled his eyes at Fang Yi and snorted twice.

The spiritual pet is like its master, who else can it learn from?

Half an hour later.

“Who’s in charge here?”

A hoarse voice sounded.

An old man with silver hair and fine wrinkles on his face walked into the lobby of Lanyuexuan with a staggering gait, leaning on a wooden crutch.

A trace of yin energy emanated from the withered old man's robe.

In just three breaths, the temperature in the lobby of Lanyuexuan dropped by several degrees.

"Gulu."

"Master of the Demonic Path, who has established his foundation."

The servants and maids in Lanyuexuan all took a few steps back, revealing Qinghe, who was counting the spirit stones, in front of them.

"Little girl, are you the one who makes the decision about Lanyuexuan?!"

The withered old man had a calm expression, and his cloudy eyes cast down upon Qing He, causing her to shudder.

She secretly thought that she was careless. The demonic cultivators were moody and no cultivator would be willing to entertain them even if there were spirit stone dividends.

It’s not that there are no cultivators in Lanyuexuan, but they are greedy for rewards from the master of foundation building.

But the Qi-cultivating cultivator was greedy, and in the end, being able to keep his life was already a good result.

The old demon who had built his foundation had already walked in front of Qinghe. He stretched out his skinny left hand and patted Qinghe's shoulder.

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his words.

"Why, there is no one in Lanyuexuan who can make the decision?"

Feeling the slightly cool fingers on her shoulder, Qinghe shuddered and came back to her senses in an instant.

She suppressed the fear in her heart, knelt down and bowed, speaking respectfully.

"The maid Qinghe greets the Master. I wonder what important matter is there for you to come to my Lanyue Pavilion?"

"Oh? The little girl is pretty good."

The withered old man put his hands into his sleeves, and his dim eyes turned.

"A small courtyard, rented for one month.

In addition, prepare five pots of Moon Dew Spring from your Lanyue Pavilion for me."

Qinghe felt bitter. It was easy to book a room, but there was a rule in this pavilion that the production of Yueluquan was limited.

After deducting the tributes given to the fake Dan Zhenren in the Immortal City, there is not much left for the great cultivators in the late stage of foundation building.

A strange master who has built a foundation can only sell one pot at most.

Just like Fang Yi and his group of second-level mid-grade spiritual doctors, Xuanzhong wanted to make friends with them, so he squeezed out three pots.

"Fellow Daoist, it's been a while since we last met. Please don't embarrass the younger generation in our building."

A graceful female voice came from the second floor of Lanyue Tower.

The Master Chunyue was wearing a robe with golden threads and colorful flowers, his golden hair swayed in his temples, and his jade pendants jingled.

She waved the purple mandarin duck fan in her hand, swayed her lotus steps, and slowly walked down from the second floor.

(End of this chapter)