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

Chapter 452: In the Sutra Library, the Formation Inheritance

Lingyang Peak is filled with spiritual energy, with lush forests and bamboos and gurgling water.

Huang Guangsheng wore coarse linen clothes and wielded a magic hoe, cultivating half an acre of spiritual field.

"Changce, your disciple is not bad. You have trained two disciples, both of whom have a mid-level Dao foundation."

He shook his head slightly, feeling a little regretful. After all, for a cultivator, aptitude comes first.

Although Fang Yi has reached the fifth level of foundation building, his hope of forming a pill is too slim.

Although Xuanyang Mountain has some heritage.

However, for cultivators with low-grade Tao foundation, they will only receive support unless they cultivate hundreds of arts and break through to the third level to contribute to the sect.

Huang Guangsheng spoke.

"It's a pity that his talent is a little lacking, otherwise he would be the true disciple of the sect..."

However, Fang boy has a clean background after all, and he is said to be an excellent doctor.

Changce, the sect is in need of people right now. Although he cannot be made aware of the sect’s important events, the matter of the Nine-Bend Old Ghost in Fengling Fairy City is important.

It can let Fang Yi know some of the basics."

Xiao Changce's clothes fluttered in the wind, and he was quite satisfied with the chance to accept Fang Yi as his disciple.

Thinking about what Fang Yi did after he became his disciple, as well as his performance in the Chiyan Spiritual Land on Yuping Peak a few days ago.

He pondered for a moment and then spoke up to plead for Fang Yi.

"Master, although my disciple Fang Yi has a mid-grade spiritual root, he has forged a low-grade Dao foundation, so his aptitude is a little lacking.

But he was less than a hundred years old, but he had already reached the fifth level of foundation building, and his character was pure, so it was not easy for him to practice.

If there is an opportunity in the future, even though the hope of forging a golden elixir is slim, it may be possible to break through to the false elixir realm...

Besides, Junior Brother Jing also said that Fang Yi has a great talent in medicine and is only a step away from becoming a second-grade top-grade spiritual doctor.

In the future, you may be able to advance to the third-level spiritual doctor."

"Condensing a fake pill? Spiritual medicine?"

Huang Guangsheng paused while swinging the spiritual hoe, and sowed a spiritual seed into the spiritual field.

With the help of magic power, the small thick earth technique was performed, the spiritual power of Wu earth gathered, and the earth energy flourished.

"Changce, could it be that Fang is really your illegitimate son?"

Huang Guangsheng was a little curious.

This disciple of mine had abundant yang energy due to practicing fire techniques in his early years.

With his superior talent and handsome appearance, he is inevitably a romantic gentleman and has more than two illegitimate children.

It is quite normal to have an illegitimate child left in the secular world.

Xiao Changce blushed and explained hurriedly.

"Master, you've misunderstood. Fang and I are just formal master and disciple, and we have no blood relationship.
The disciple just felt a sense of cherishing his talent. Before he was a hundred years old, Fang Yi already had the potential to become a second-level top-grade spiritual doctor.

In the future, I might be able to be like my master, break through to the third level through cultivating the hundred arts of immortality, and give back to the sect."

"You asked for a mid-grade foundation-building pill for your illegitimate son with top-grade spiritual roots sixty years ago, and you did the same thing."

Huang Guangsheng sneered and did not argue with the only Jindan Zhenren among his disciples.

Everyone in the sect knew Xiao Changce's temper, but for some reason he had become more restrained in recent years.

Otherwise, the number of illegitimate children in Yuping Peak could be multiplied several times.

"Well, since you've spoken, give Fang Yi a chance.

After all, your disciple is my grand-disciple."

Huang Guangsheng pondered for a moment.

"It is so difficult to break through to the third level of the Hundred Arts of Immortal Cultivation. Back then, I advanced to the third level with the help of spiritual plants. How many coincidences were involved?
The way of a good doctor is to cure diseases and save lives, and to improve his own way through hundreds of injuries and thousands of wounds.

At Sudu Mountain, the third-level beast kings were acting strangely and making unusual moves. Many of the foundation-building cultivators were injured and under great pressure.
I will issue a decree later to let Fang Yi experience some training.

If there is another breakthrough in spiritual medicine skills, one of our disciples will be able to inherit the title."

"Disciple thanks Master on behalf of Fang Yi."

Xiao Changce was delighted.

The true disciples in Xuanyang Mountain have all built a mid-level foundation in Taoism, have a solid foundation, and have sufficient lifespan, and are expected to make further progress.

Including the true disciples hidden in the sect, there are only a handful of them.

There are hundreds of foundation-building monks in the sect, and twenty to thirty great monks in the late stage of foundation-building. However, not all of them are true disciples.

"It's rare to meet a disciple with such a kind heart. As Ah Jiu said, he has a pure nature and knows how to repay kindness. He is rare in the world.
If we can condense the golden elixir, master and disciple will join forces and benefit each other on the path.”

Xiao Changce chuckled.

"I've lost my mind. If Fang Yi can advance to the Fake Pill stage, it would be a great opportunity.

Condensing the golden elixir? Huh?"

Xiao Changce shook his head slightly.

Most of the true disciples of Xuanyang Mountain have obtained spiritual medicines to cleanse their bodies since childhood, lived in spiritual places for a long time, and practiced third-level skills.

Moreover, with teachers teaching, elders looking after you, and you can cultivate your mind to the Tao, the conditions are extremely favorable.

Even so, it was a great surprise that one or two of the ten true disciples were able to condense golden elixirs.

On the top floor of the Sutra Repository, several foundation-building monks stood with their hands hanging down.

Yang Xuan glanced around with a calm expression, and led Fang Yi across from the various foundation-building cultivators.

"Junior Brother Fang has arrived."

An ancient wooden door carved from spiritual wood stood tall, with a faint dangerous aura flowing through it.

Looking at the magic ban in front of him, Yang Xuanyi stopped, patted his storage bag, and raised a bronze token.

The token is simple and ancient, with a bronze glow and invisible ripples.

"Brother Zhang Hengyi is here, I want to see you."

"Buzz!"

The wooden door shook, and a pair of slender hands reached out and took off the token.

"Junior Brother Yang?

Why are you not practicing beside Master, but coming to my Sutra Library to disturb my quiet practice?

A handsome monk stepped out from the gate filled with forbidden laws.

The monk was tall and slender, with a purple gold crown on his head, a brocade robe on his body, and a jade ring around his waist, looking very noble.

Zhang Heng held the bronze token in one hand, his eyes lowered as he scanned the various Foundation Establishment cultivators. Finally, his expression paused on Fang Yi with a strange look.

After Senior Brother Xiao passed away, did he ask Master to take care of his only illegitimate son who was in the stage of building his foundation?

"Meet Uncle Zhang."

Many foundation-building masters bowed their heads and spoke respectfully.

Fang Yi also bowed, sensing the majestic and powerful aura of the elegant cultivator.

'A cultivator at the ninth level of foundation building, with such pure magic power.

The cultivation method should be top-notch, not inferior to the [Three Yin Killing God Method] that I practiced in my previous life.'

"You're too polite, Brother Fang."

Zhang Heng waved his hand and raised it, and a force of both hardness and softness lifted Fang Yi up.

He pondered for a moment and looked at the several monks behind Fang Yi, some holding swords and some wearing armor.

"Junior Brother Yue, Junior Brother Wu, and Junior Brother Han, why are you three here looking for me?"

Yue Ze glanced at Fang Yi and others, took a step forward, bowed, and held up a bronze token.

“Disciple, following the Master’s order, is to obtain a portion of the inheritance.

As for Junior Brother Wu and Junior Brother Han, I think it is the same."

"In that case, please follow me."

Zhang Hengyi was in charge of the Sutra Library, studying techniques and cultivating supernatural powers. He was also responsible for exchanging spiritual objects for the monks in the sect.

Fang Yi and the others filed out and crossed the gate. Surging spiritual energy washed over them, the fragrance of books filled the air, and the awe-inspiring spirit of Taoism filled the air.

The five-colored spiritual light in the pavilion is intertwined, gorgeous and colorful.

Red, green, white, yellow, black, various colored jade slips either transform into precious pearls or perform the bright moon, absorbing and exhaling the spiritual energy of the five elements.

The traces of ink and wash, like dragons and snakes, reveal a true meaning.

Zhang Heng looked at the shocked Yue Ze and others, smiled slightly, pointed at the many strange phenomena and began to explain.

“These many visions are all inherited from the sect.

Yue Ze, Wu Zou, the three of you have your own sect's laws, you can use them as you please."

Yue Ze looked at the many inheritances, handed over a bulging storage bag, and spoke flatteringly.

"There are many inheritances. I wonder if Uncle Zhang can give me some pointers. I will definitely be grateful."

Zhang Hengyi frowned slightly.

He immediately pushed the storage bag back. If it were any other time, he would be willing to give some pointers for the sake of their fellow disciples.

But now that fellow cultivators have come here, there is no time to waste on such trivial matters.

"There are so many inheritances. My three junior brothers, please do as you please. I have something to do first."

"Junior Brother Fang, Junior Brother Yang, the two of you follow me."

After passing through another layer of forbidden area, Zhang Hengyi led Fang Yi and Yang Xuanyi into the secret attic.

The rich spiritual energy transformed into misty spiritual objects. Compared with the jade slip just now, the strange scene in the attic was overwhelming.

A deep blue gem, steam rising, the sound of moisture slapping continuously. Thick earth and spiritual energy piled up into mountains, and the true meaning of being as immovable as a mountain was revealed.

The sharp golden sword clanged, the bronze cauldron exhaled the fragrance of medicine, and the broken ancient spear was filled with murderous intent.

"Nephew Fang, your father."

"cough!"

Zhang Heng's sleeves fluttered as he coughed lightly.

"Brother Changce took great care of me when he was alive. I am your only accomplished disciple, so there is no need to be so polite.

What kind of inheritance does my nephew need? This secret pavilion contains the true foundation of our sect."

Zhang Hengyi pointed at the many strange phenomena and spoke.

"Junior Brother Fang, please don't be polite, this opportunity is rare.

It is only now that our Guangsheng lineage has taken charge of the Sutra Repository that we can get a glimpse of the secret third-level inheritance within this sect."

"Third-level inheritance?"

Fang Yi was a little surprised. There was only one word difference between the third-level inheritance and the quasi-third-level inheritance.

But the value contained therein is very different.

Even if one is lucky enough to obtain this kind of inheritance, it will be taken back by the sect without the permission of a Jindan Zhenren.

This Sutra Repository, as an important place of inheritance in Xuanyang Mountain, is definitely not just for cultivators who have established their foundation.

As Fang Yi slightly activated the [Scripture of Life and Death], he could sense the Qi of Dan-forming energy in a corner of the secret chamber, which carried a hint of decay.

“Uncle Zhang, my nephew respects the order of Grandmaster Guangsheng and only needs a quasi-third-level inheritance.

This third-level inheritance is too valuable, my nephew cannot afford it."

When Yang Xuan saw this, he also started to persuade him.

“Senior Brother Hengyi.

This time, Junior-Junior Brother Fang Yi has made great contributions in teaching his disciples and has cultivated two mid-level Taoist disciples.

I am here with my nephew Fang Yi to obtain a quasi-third-level inheritance, following the orders of my master, Master Guangsheng.
The third-level inheritance is indeed too precious."

Zhang Heng gave Fang Yi a strange look.

Xiao Changce was a playboy and a womanizer, and his story was widely spread among the Guangsheng Zhenren lineage.

The only child knew the seriousness of the matter.

"Junior Brother Yang, Junior Brother Fang, you two have misunderstood.

The inheritance of the Sutra Repository is the foundation of the sect and should not be passed on lightly. However, the inheritance outside the Secret Repository is of lower quality.”

"What does Uncle Zhang mean?" Fang Yi seemed to be thinking about something.

“The entire third-level inheritance is unavailable, but I do have the authority to open the inheritance before the third level to my nephew.

In this way, even if Junior Brother Fang makes further achievements and completes the inheritance, he cannot easily continue the inheritance."

Zhang Heng explained with a smile that as a fellow disciple of Master Guangsheng, he was willing to help out even if it was not costly or beneficial.

"Junior Brother Fang, what kind of formation inheritance do you need?

The Five Elements? Yin and Yang? Or the Four Symbols of Wind and Thunder?

(End of this chapter)