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

Chapter 458: Regrets on the Dao Foundation, Difficulty in Finding Spiritual Roots (Two-in-One)

Three days later.

At Yuping Peak, the night is deep and the shadows of bamboos are swaying.

Zhenren Guangsheng had a powerful aura and stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the cultivator who was gently stroking the spirit snake.

"Changce, do you want to recommend Fang Yi as the candidate for the sect's true successor?

Although you are a Jindan Zhenren in the sect, being a true disciple is a major matter involving the sect's inheritance.

Don’t act impulsively.”

Xiao Changce looked towards the Fuguang Courtyard with a dim gaze, where the blue lotus flag fluttered and the vitality of the plants and trees gathered.

Fang Yi had a frosty expression on his face as he sat cross-legged, constantly inhaling and exhaling the dense spiritual energy to heal his injuries.

Finally, he smiled.

“Master, there’s no need to persuade me.

Fang Yi is willing to fight for Yuping Peak and for my descendants, so as his master, I cannot treat him unfairly."

Zhenren Guangsheng followed Xiao Changce's gaze and looked towards Fuguang Courtyard, with admiration in his eyes.

"Changce, Fang Yi has a good character and a demon pet with an earth-grade bloodline, so he is quite lucky.

But, after all, it is only a mid-grade spiritual root.

Even if he succeeds by chance in building a low-grade Dao foundation, the late stage of foundation building is his limit."

"I have made up my mind, Master, please don't try to persuade me.

Even if Fang Yi's talent is not enough to condense the golden elixir, he is only qualified to be a true disciple."

Xiao Changce looked solemn.

Xuanyang Mountain has a thousand-year-old inheritance and its own rules. Even the Jindan Zhenren in the sect cannot cover the sky with one hand.

Every Jindan Zhenren can recommend a true disciple, but this disciple's subsequent cultivation and achievements are also important.

It is also related to the sect's offerings to the Jindan Zhenren.

"Forget it, since you have made up your mind, I will not be a bad guy in vain."

A trace of nostalgia appeared on Master Guangsheng's face.

"Hey, my lineage is quite interesting. Over three hundred years ago, I condensed the Golden Elixir.

Your senior brother Zhang Hong is also like this. I like him very much and will do my best to help him overcome the candidate list for the true successor and achieve the true successor position in the sect.

Your ancestor also advised me in the same way back then, and I thought he was being too nagging."

Zhenren Guangsheng glanced at Fuguangyuan, then looked at Xiao Changce and chuckled.

"Three hundred years later, it will be my turn to be this annoying old thing. However, the road to becoming an immortal is difficult, and aptitude comes first.

Just
You can make your own decision on this matter. I, the master, will go ahead. The rice in Lingyang Peak is still waiting for me to tend to."

Watching it turn into a yellow light and quickly fly away into the air.

Xiao Changce smiled slightly.

"If Master really doesn't care, why would he accept Senior Brother Zhang Hong's descendant as his disciple?
Junior Brother Hengyi was able to forge a superior foundation of Dao, and Master contributed greatly to this.
If I remember correctly, Junior Brother Zhang Hengyi and Senior Brother Zhang Hong look exactly the same.
That Xuancang Wooden Spirit Ruler is also Senior Brother Zhang Hong’s most proud magical weapon.”

As if the words hit the nail on the head, the yellow light paused slightly, and then quickly left.

Seeing this, Xiao Changce laughed.

“Xiao cultivates to do as he pleases. If he condenses the golden elixir, it won’t be as he pleases.

Isn't this pill just for nothing?"

Xiao Changce looked deep in the eyes as he took out a yellow mud slab from his sleeve. The slab was simple and heavy.

[The True Chapter of Spiritual Roots' Ascension] Six ancient spiritual characters evolved into a faint wild aura.

“Besides, Daoji may not have no regrets.

Master, I am different from you."

With a wave of his sleeves, the mist of spiritual energy gathered and transformed into a red feathered crane.

"Wow!"

The red-feathered crane cried out gracefully, and with its slender claws, it grabbed the ancient and wild yellow stone slab and flew towards Fuguangyuan.

Xiao Changce murmured with anticipation in his eyes.

"Fang Yi, don't let your master down.

The opportunity is given to you. With your lower-level foundation in the third level of the Dharma Platform, there is a glimmer of hope for you to take another step forward.

I don’t ask you to condense the golden elixir, but if you can make up for the false elixir of Dao foundation advancement and make Master Guangsheng dumbfounded, it would be a fun thing.”

Ten days later.

In the Sutra Library, the fragrance of books wafts through the air, and the sound of students reciting can be heard faintly.

Fang Yi was wearing a Yimu robe and walking in a graceful manner. He walked past many Xuanyang Mountain monks and headed towards the top floor of the Sutra Library.

"Crack!"

The restrictions on the ancient wooden door disappeared, and Fang Yi stepped in.

Seeing the wooden door closed again, the foundation-building monks in the Sutra Library began to talk.

"Hiss, that was Master Fang Yi who severely injured Senior Brother Yu Hua?
Brother Yue Ze, you have climbed up the ladder of power and have their protection. Your Yue family will have a bright future for the next hundred years."

"It's a coincidence. It's a coincidence." Master Yueze grinned and looked very proud.

He had originally set his sights on Qin Yu and Huo Zhao, but if he rashly confronted Yu Hua, he would have made the Yue family cultivators behave themselves.

Unexpectedly, there were unexpected twists and turns.

This Fang Yi actually had a demon beast of earth-grade bloodline by his side, and he defeated Yu Hua, who was at the eighth level of foundation building, in a head-on battle.

Han Zhou, who was holding a jade slip, frowned and sneered.

"Yue Ze, you old dog, don't be complacent for too long.

Senior Brother Yu has a solid foundation. Fang Yi is just lucky enough to have obtained a mutated Wu Tubo beast.
The name "Master Yitun" is much more famous in the sect than Fang Yi's real name.

If it were me."

"Hanzhou, what if it were you?
"Brother Yu Hua uses the ultimate magical weapon, Frost and Snow Order, combined with the Ice and Snow Technique, can you also break it?"

"It's just a mere [Master Yitun], what's wrong with that?"

The top floor of the Sutra Repository.

The five colors of spiritual light interweave, 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.

A mysterious water mirror was suspended in the air, reflecting the scene of the monks' argument.

Zhang Hengyi smiled and pointed at the two men in black robes, Han Zhou and Yue Ze, who were arguing with each other in the water mirror.

"Junior Brother Fang, your name, 'Master Yitun', probably originated from Hanzhou.

Do you want your uncle to help you and teach you a lesson?"

Fang Yi waved his hand.

He was in seclusion in Fuguangyuan to "recover from his injuries" and teach his disciples, so he was not completely ignorant of the news within the sect.

The name "Master Yitun" was probably a rumor spread by Yu Hua after he was unwilling to accept his defeat.

Thinking of the yellow mud board in the storage bag, Fang Yi said lightly.

"No need to trouble you, uncle. It's just a name."

"My nephew is quite open-minded."

A hint of curiosity appeared in Zhang Heng's eyes.

After the battle at Black Water Gorge, Fang Yi was noticed by his master, Master Guangsheng. After his injuries were healed, he should have gone to Fengling Fairy City to take charge of the Examination Pavilion.

Time is running out, so why is Fang Yi not at Yuping Peak dispatching monks and forming a team, but coming to the Sutra Repository?

"Junior Brother Fang, I never come to the Three Treasures Hall without a reason. I wonder why you came to the Sutra Library to look for me?"

"I heard from Uncle Yang Xuanyi that Uncle Hengyi was once in charge of the sect's treasure house. Junior brother has something to ask."

Fang Yi asked.

"The treasure house within the sect?"

Zhang Hengyi frowned slightly, his purple robe rustling as he scolded.

"Nonsense, Xuan Yi is becoming more and more reckless."

Fang Yi was certain in his heart.

The Xuanyang Mountain Treasure House is the accumulation of the sect's heritage over thousands of years. It is filled with magical prohibitions, spiritual objects, talismans, elixirs, magical instruments, and even magic treasures.

Except for a few Jindan Zhenren.

Not all true disciples of the past generations were qualified to enter the treasury. They were responsible for exchanging treasures and rewarding those who had made contributions.

Zhang Hengyi's behavior clearly showed that he was in charge of the treasure house.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

A month ago, Xiao Changce, a Jindan cultivator who "does not want to reveal" his real name, drove a red-feathered crane and descended from the sky carrying the [True Chapter of Spiritual Root Ascension].

Fang Yi was looking for the third-level spirit seed.

Thinking about the method of improving the foundation of Taoism recorded in the "True Chapter of Spiritual Roots' Ascension to Taoism", his heart was burning with enthusiasm.

This secret technique, based on Fang Yi's two lifetimes of practice and hundreds of years of knowledge, is also an extremely rare secret technique.

If an ordinary person who has reached the foundation-building stage knew this method, he would probably fight to the death.

The spiritual roots elevate the Tao, the mysterious wood nourishes the soul, and the yellow mud board contains the inheritance of the ancient witchcraft Ju Mang tribe.

Apart from the unrealistic and chaotic speculations about cultivating Xuantian spiritual creatures and offering sacrifices to witches and demons, there are also some unrealistic and chaotic speculations.

It also records a method of using special spiritual roots to improve one's foundation in Taoism.

The third level of the Taoist foundation is the nine-fold platform, and the ninth level of the Dan formation demonstrates the true meaning.

The higher the level of a cultivator's foundation-building skills, the easier it will be to form a pill later.

Fang Yi has medium-grade spiritual roots in this life. Even if he practices the [Scripture of Life and Death], there are still defects in building the foundation of Taoism.

In the Dantian Qi Sea, the Eighth Level Dharma Platform evolved, which was only a step away from the most advanced Nineth Level Dharma Platform and the highest level of Dao Foundation.

I thought it was irreparable, but I never expected that Xiao Changce actually had this secret method left in his hands.

Recalling the Qingyan treasure lotus leaf given by Xiao Changce.

Fang Yi seemed to be thinking about something.

My master was able to build the foundation of Taoism, mostly by using the third-level spiritual roots and the Blue Flame Lotus as a guide to improve his foundation of Taoism.

This will weaken the bottleneck of elixir formation and eventually condense the golden elixir.

Fang Yi pondered for a moment and bowed.

"Uncle Hengyi, this matter concerns my nephew's cultivation. Please help me."

"Practice?"

Zhang Heng's expression turned serious when he saw Fang Yi.

In order to protect Yuping Peak, Fang Yi fought against two cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage in succession, and did not hesitate to offend the Fake Dan Zhenren.

He glanced at a corner of the Sutra Library with fear and sighed.

"Forget it, just follow me, this is not the place to talk."

Half an hour later.

Behind the Sutra Library, there is a dangerous peak surrounded by clouds and mist and with rugged rocks.

Zhang Hengyi wore a purple gold crown on his head, a brocade robe, and a jade ring around his waist, looking very noble.

He waved his sleeves, and several green flags flew out. The vitality of the grass and trees gathered, and the flags moved without wind.

A small gray formation space was formed.

“This Cangmu Soul-covering Formation is a second-order, mid-grade formation that can conceal auras and conceal cultivators.

Under my urging, even the real people in the sect were unable to spy silently.
"Master Fang, what treasure from our inner treasury do you desire?"

“However, although the inner treasury is the accumulation of many years of Xuanyang Mountain, many of the Jindan True Immortals and meritorious cultivators in the sect have used it.

The most advanced spiritual object, however, does not exist."

As if remembering Fang Yi's Dao foundation level, Zhang Hengyi seemed to be lost in thought.

“Although there are rumors within the sect that there was originally a third-grade precious elixir, the Xuanyang Shengdao Pill, in the treasury.

It allows cultivators with a low-grade Dao foundation to evolve an extra layer of Dharma platform in their Dantian Qi Sea, thus advancing to a mid-grade Dao foundation.

But this Xuan Yang Sheng Dao Pill was exchanged by Master three hundred years ago.
If Junior Brother wants to exchange for this kind of elixir, I'm afraid there is no chance."

"Xuan Yang Sheng Dao Dan? To think that our sect has such a treasure?"

Fang Yi said in astonishment.

Although he was not good at alchemy, he knew from his hundreds of years of practice in two lifetimes that there were elixirs that could raise the quality of one's foundation-building skills.

How precious!

If this elixir is seen at an auction and is noticed by a person who has reached the Jindan stage, it will be very valuable.

I'm afraid I can exchange it for a magic weapon.

"Ok?"

Seeing Fang Yi's astonishment, Henry Zhang spoke.

"Master Ninth Brother, you didn't come here for the Xuan Yang Sheng Dao Pill? Then what is it for?

The spiritual objects in the sect's treasury are all the heritage of Xuanyang Mountain over a thousand years and are extremely valuable.
With the wealth of my nephew, I am afraid..."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner appeared in his hand, with magic power surging and green light overflowing.

Ten wood-grained prohibitions lit up one by one. "Master Hengyi has misunderstood. My nephew's life-defining magical instrument, the Creation Banner, is a medical instrument.

Now, by chance, he has been able to refine it into a top-grade magical weapon.

My nephew wishes to request a third-level spirit seed to see if he can refine it to perfection and gain a glimpse of the realm of a magic weapon."

Zhang Heng's spiritual sense swept across the Ruin Realm's withered and flourishing banner.

Unlike the Black Water Stream, the spiritual flag is very close, and the rich vitality almost escapes from the flag.

“My nephew’s Creation Banner has a strong foundation and is top-notch among the best magical instruments.

If there is a chance, it is possible to upgrade the magic weapon.
When the time comes, my life magic weapon will return the favor, and with some planning, it might be possible to condense a fake pill."

"Master uncle has a keen eye."

Looking at Fang Yi's nervous expression, Zhang Heng hesitated for a moment, then pointed his fingertips and a green light flowed.

A cedar tree with lush branches and leaves, a pink spiritual mushroom that stands proudly in the frost and snow, spewing spores, poisonous smoke lingering on the blood-colored vines, shaking a palm-sized gourd, emitting spiritual light.

“Spiritual wood is hard to come by, and our sect also respects the way of fire.

Of the third-level spirit seeds collected in the treasury, I only know of these three types.

"Third-level low-grade spiritual root cedar wood. Third-level low-grade spiritual root purple poisonous mushroom. Third-level low-grade spiritual root bloodthirsty gourd"

Fang Yi frowned.

It is recorded in the [True Chapter of Spiritual Roots for the Ascension of Dao] that the essence of a third-order spiritual wood is integrated with the essence of a cultivator's mana, eventually forming a spiritual seed to nourish the altar.

The spiritual woods selected are mostly lotus and gourd.

Of the three types of spiritual wood evolved by Zhang Hengyi, only this bloodthirsty gourd vine was somewhat consistent.

However, the bloodthirsty gourd head is suitable for cultivators of the blood path, and is not suitable for those who want to wither and flourish. If you refine it rashly, it will easily pollute the foundation of the path.

If Fang Yi only had an ordinary mid-level Taoist foundation, it would be fine.

However, by practicing the [Life and Death Sutra], the Qi in the Dantian will evolve into an eight-layered Dharma platform, achieving a superior foundation in Taoism.

Refining it rashly will do more harm than good to the formation of the elixir.

"Uncle Hengyi, are there any other spiritual roots in the sect? These three types of spiritual roots are not suitable for me.

The Creation Banner is a medical instrument. To refine it, my nephew wants to use pure wood spiritual roots."

"Pure Wood Path Spiritual Root?"

Zhang Hengyi frowned slightly. He was also a cultivator with top-grade wood spiritual roots.

If there was such a spiritual object, he would not have used it to refine the magic weapon.

It will also be used by the monks in Xuanyang Mountain to create fire with wood and refine their own magical instruments.

Glancing at the spirit pet bag on Fang Yi's waist, Zhang Heng pondered for a moment and took out a jade-colored spirit seed from the storage bag.

The spirit seed is the size of a fist, half of it is filled with vitality, and the other half is surrounded by decaying energy.

"Junior Brother Fang, these three spiritual plant seeds in the sect's treasury can only be redeemed by true disciples.

But it doesn't match the attributes of a nephew.
By chance, I have a quasi-third-level spirit seed in my hand, but it is already half-dried and its vitality has been greatly reduced.
If you are interested, I can give you one thousand low-grade spirit stones."

'This is? ’

Feeling the withering and flourishing energy of the spirit seed in Zhang Hengyi's hand, Fang Yi's face tightened slightly.

He took the spirit seed behind him, activated his magic power, and poured rich vitality into it.

After a while.

Fang Yi frowned.

The spirit seed Yimu's energy is pure and suitable for the secret method of [Spiritual Root Ascension True Chapter], but there is a difference in its ability.

"Uncle Hengyi, this is about the path of the Dao, so I would like to ask you a question.

I wonder where this spiritual seed came from?"

"It seems that this spiritual seed is of some use to my nephew."

Zhang Heng nodded slightly, not caring at all about a quasi-third-level spirit seed.

For him, the foundation of his cultivation has already reached the limit of foundation building. The next step is to find an opportunity to retreat and condense the elixir.

It's just a quasi-third-level spirit seed, used to cultivate one or two descendants, but it's okay.

"This spiritual seed was obtained from a black-armored turtle with green vines when I killed it in Sudu Mountain.

If Junior Brother Fang is interested, he can go to Sudu Mountain.
However, my nephew should pay attention to this: there is a quasi-third-level beast king among the Green Vine and Black-Armored Turtle tribe.

It is comparable to the Fake Dan Zhenren in the sect, and its defensive ability is even stronger than the winter fog."

"A nearly third-level Green Vine Black-armored Turtle?"

Fang Yi frowned. As a quasi-third-level turtle-like monster, he was good at defense.

Zhang Hengyi also specifically mentioned that if he wanted to take action, he would have to at least raise his body refining skills to the quasi-third level.

If we can summon three or five good friends and mobilize the foundation-building masters in our sect, we will have a chance of winning.
Fang Yi took out ten medium-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and spoke politely.

"Thank you, uncle, for giving me the spirit seed."

"Well, if my nephew can obtain a magical instrument to feed back and refine a fake pill, it will be of great benefit to my lineage."

Zhang Hengyi took the spirit stone with a look of approval.

The Jindan Zhenren in Xuanyang Mountain, although they are from the same school, also have competition with each other.

Although I am not optimistic about Fang Yi, if something happens, Fang Yi will sacrifice the magic weapon and get the magic weapon to feed back and advance to the fake pill.

With one more Fake Dan Zhenren in his own lineage, his say in Xuanyang Mountain would increase significantly.

Yuping Peak.

In the quiet room of Fuguangyuan.

A small silver-white beast stepped on a brown demonic cloud, activating the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd, causing spiritual sand to gush out.

A small gray space formed by a formation, isolating the inside and the outside.

In the center of the quiet room, Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the banner of the withered and flourishing world of the ruins swayed in the air, emitting a green-gray spiritual light.

"Xiao Qi, guard the gate well and don't let the monks disturb me."

Fang Yi took a step forward, transformed into a green spiritual light, and escaped into the Kuruo Small Cave.

Half a day later.

The bitter cold plum tree is about ten feet tall, with a trunk winding like a dragon and lush green branches and leaves waving.

The strong roots penetrate deep into the spiritual veins, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy therein.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, held up by a green auspicious cloud, his energy connected with the bitter cold plum.

On the bitter cold plum tree, wisps of white light bloom, the plum fragrance is rich, and new spiritual patterns are constantly evolving on the branches.

After a stick of incense.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood mist spurted out, Fang Yi's face turned pale, and his Qi was disconnected from the bitter cold plum.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and sighed.

“Although this withered cold plum is a third-level spiritual seed, it is not in the same category as the lotus or gourd.

Although the vitality is pure, it contains a chilling feeling, and it is impossible to practice the secret method of spiritual ascension."

“Now only this spiritual seed remains.”

Fang Yi took a pill, adjusted his breathing slightly, and then took out the half-dead, half-thriving spirit seed.

The magical power is endless and continuously poured into it.

call……"

He exhaled heavily.

Fang Yikurong's magic power is running, and the force of vitality is gathering.

Amidst the green light, the shadow of an ancient tree emerged.

The divine light of Xiao Yimu brushed down.

"Boom!"

The decayed energy was expelled, the jade-colored roots penetrated into the spiritual spring, and lush green shoots grew.

Fang Yi only saw the changes in the mantras, activating the secret method recorded in the [True Chapter of Spiritual Roots' Ascension].

A drop of essence and blood flows into the spirit seed.

"Buzz!"

The spirit seed moved gently, and felt that there was a new strange phenomenon evolving on the foundation-building platform of the Dantian Qi Sea.

"Yes, this spirit seed can indeed be used to refine the secret method of [Spirit Root Ascension True Chapter]"

"Ok?"

The Qi in the spirit seed came to an abrupt halt, and the evolution of the altar also stopped.

Fang Yi's eyes were dim.

"It's just that this grade is a little low, unable to support the Dharma Master to make further progress."

One month later.

Yuping Peak.

In the Fuguang Courtyard stands a three-story ancient building with red walls and yellow tiles, which is dazzling, with carved beams and painted rafters, and high eaves.

In front of the building, there is a white jade pole surrounded by mist, the ground is paved with bluestone, the lotus trees are swaying, and the pines are tall and graceful.

Fang Yi looked at Yang Xuanyi behind him with a strange expression.

"Uncle Yang, do you really want to go to Fengling Fairy City with me?"

Yang Xuan glanced at the spirit pet bag on Fang Yi's waist, and his excitement was beyond words.

"Junior Brother Fang, I have recently received guidance from Brother Qijie, and my formation skills are about to break into the second-level mid-grade.

How can we miss such an opportunity? Don't worry, nephew, I have already reported this to Master."

Fang Yi frowned, feeling helpless.

Yang Xuanyi is a cultivator with top-grade spiritual roots. He has been practicing with Zhang Hengyi since he was young. After establishing his foundation in Taoism, he rarely goes out of Xuanyang Mountain.

When he occasionally went out, he would be under the guidance of Zhang Hengyi and there was almost no danger.

Fengling Fairy City is a mixed crowd, unlike Xuanyang Mountain.

He himself is not as good as Zhang Hengyi, who can face the fake Dan Zhenren head-on. If Yang Xuanyi has an accident
How to explain to Zhang Hengyi.

"Thief, are you worried about my safety?"

Yang Xuanyi took out a spirit seed from his sleeve.

The spirit seed is the size of a fist, half of it is filled with vitality, and the other half is surrounded by decaying energy.

"This is?"

Looking at the aura similar to that of the spirit seed, Fang Yi asked in confusion.

Yang Xuanyi waved his hand and threw the spirit seed into Fang Yi's arms, smiling triumphantly.

"Junior Brother Fang, do you know why Senior Brother Hengyi went to Mount Sudu?"

Thinking about the news he got from Mr. Wu, Fang Yi seemed to be lost in thought.

"Is it for Uncle Yang?"

"Well, that's right. After I established my foundation, Senior Brother Hengyi said that I lacked experience in fighting.

He specially took me to Sudu Mountain to fight against the monsters."

Yang Xuan took out a palm-sized tortoise shell with wood grain from his sleeve.

"I was also present when the Green Vine Black-Armored Turtle was killed. When Senior Brother Hengyi obtained the spiritual seed, he also gave one to me.
I wonder if I can hire my nephew with this spiritual seed?
I know where the Green Vine Black-armored Turtle tribe is and can show you the way."

Fang Yi put the spirit seed away and smiled helplessly. This quasi-third-level spirit seed could not be used to refine the secret technique.

But it is also of some benefit to one's own foundation of Taoism, so it cannot be missed.

"Since Uncle Yang has already prepared everything, how could my nephew object?"

"call out!"

Fang Yi activated his magic power, and a red flying boat with carved railings and jade bricks, surrounded by mist, flew out of the storage bag.

"Fellow disciples, please come in!"

Looking at Master Yue Ze, the younger generation of Qigong practitioners of the Yue family, and the younger generation of Qigong practitioners in Yuping Peak,

Hundreds of monks, with longing looks on their faces, entered the flying boat.

The Scarlet Flame Flying Boat is a flying magic weapon refined by Yuping Peak, although it is only a top-grade magic weapon.

But the space inside is huge, enough to accommodate hundreds of monks.

Fang Yi was quite satisfied to see that all the cultivators had entered the flying boat. Hundreds of Qi-cultivating cultivators cooperated with Master Yue Ze.

It was enough for him to completely control the Examination Pavilion after returning to Fengling Fairy City.

He also has the authority to act at the discretion of Master Guangsheng. In Fengling Fairy City, he is the representative of Xuanyang Mountain.

Whether it is the Hanling Secret Realm or the Sudu Mountain battlefield, Fang Yi's position is extremely important.

He nodded to Mr. Wu who was standing beside him.

"Old Wu, thank you for taking care of all the affairs in the peak. If there are any villains, please send a message to me."

"Don't worry, Master. I understand."

"in this way.
Set off! "

Fang Yi's magic power was flowing, and the Red Flame Flying Boat sped out, carrying a full load of cultivators towards Fengling Immortal City.

(End of this chapter)