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

Chapter 461: The Thoughts of Various Sects, Cultivation in Seclusion (Two-in-One)

Fang Yi's spiritual sense swept across and locked onto a corner of the void.

"fall!"

"Boom!"

The ancient blue-gray cauldron was surrounded by five-colored poisonous miasma, and the chirping of insects was endless as it bombarded the ears.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The red gem rotated and collided with the Five Poison Cauldron, and the sound of metal clashing echoed.

The red gem was surrounded by flames, which repelled the Five Poison Cauldron.

The monk hiding in the dark had a dark face, but no trace of joy on his face.

"How did you find out?"

Fang Yi's eyes flashed with brilliance, and a burly man in a cloak appeared in the air.

He practiced the [Scripture of Life and Death] and was most sensitive to the qi of the cultivators.

Although this cloaked monk tried his best to hide his aura, in Fang Yi's eyes, he was like a black spot on white paper, extremely dazzling.

The information in the Hanling Secret Realm is suspected to have been leaked.

The White Bone Sect, the Hehuan Sect, the Bishui Pavilion... many Jindan forces have sent Jindan seeds to settle in Fengling Fairy City...

If I don't establish my authority, I don't know how much trouble Qingzhi Tower will face in the future...

Hit a punch to avoid a hundred punches.

As for the object of establishing authority?

A green light flashed in Fang Yi's eyes, and his spiritual consciousness and magical power locked onto the cloaked monk.

He pointed his index finger and a stream of magic power was released.

"disease!"

The Five Poison Cauldron was surrounded by poisonous miasma, and the eleven magical prohibitions lit up one by one, and strange insect patterns emerged.

"hiss!"

The poisonous miasma rolled and condensed into the Five Poisonous Insects, the Red Flame Golden Centipede.

The golden centipede's two hundred legs slid, and its three-meter-long body slowly crawled out from the mouth of the cauldron.

"Trouble!"

The burly monk in a cloak, who had experienced hundreds of battles, sensed the fire poison wrapped around the golden centipede's body.

He slapped his storage bag, and a black fishing net of top-grade magical weapon grade, stained with water vapor, opened towards the Red Flame Golden Centipede.

"Zi..."

The exploding fire poison collided with the billowing water vapor, the spiritual tide rolled, and a strong howling wind was set off.

"Crash!"

The wind howled violently, blowing towards the cloaked monk intentionally or unintentionally.

"Want to know my identity?"

The burly monk stretched out his five fingers and tucked his cloak and magic weapon into place.

This cloak was woven by a second-level embroiderer using soul-hiding yarn, and then it was infused with many magical restrictions such as concealing air and becoming invisible...

Even if there were only the Six Paths of Magical Prohibition, it could still isolate the inside and outside of the cloak and block the spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I have been practicing for two decades, and I am sorry for letting you plot against me.

That’s not just wishful thinking.”

The burly monk changed several spells in his hands, and the fishing net magic weapon shone brightly, its power increased dramatically, and killed the red flame golden centipede.

Fang Yi's expression was calm as he sensed several foundation-building spiritual consciousnesses in the void that were trying their best to conceal their aura.

"Xiao Qi!"

Fang Yi's mind moved.

A small silver-white beast with brown demonic power flowing around its body.

Dozens of sharp stone pillars rose from the ground, emitting cold light that cut a corner of the black cloak.

Revealing the face of the burly monk under the cloak...

mask??
Looking at the green ghost mask on the burly monk under the invisible Qi cloak, Fang Yi was speechless.

Although these old guys were unable to condense the golden elixir.

But they have many tricks, deep scheming, and each one is more slippery than the other...

"Hey? Fellow Daoist Fang, how about we part ways now?"

Fang Yi frowned and sneered.

“Just say goodbye?
When you came to my Qingzhi Pavilion and destroyed my treasured tripod, did you have such thoughts?"

"In that case, don't blame me for being rude...

A mere medical practitioner possessing a top-grade magical weapon...

At once?"

The burly monk paused. "Three top-grade magical instruments?"

The monk muttered softly.

"Are all medical practitioners so wealthy?"

Fang Yi's clothes fluttered in the wind, he waved the Green Lotus Flag in one hand and the Ruins of the World withered and flourishing flag in the other hand, and his Lingsang embroidered robe rustled.

The two top-grade magic weapons connected with the Qi of the Five Poison Cauldron, raising Fang Yi's Qi a few points higher.

Together with Qijie, they blocked the burly monk's way in, one in front and one behind.

Feeling the fear in the spiritual consciousness of the old monsters around him.

Fang Yi bowed slightly.

"Please teach me..."

……

Half an hour later.

"boom!"

The wind was howling, the cloak was shaking, and poisonous spots the size of copper coins were all over his body. The magic ban was still working on the top-grade flying sword.

The burly monk looked at the Five Poison Cauldron surrounded by gray and poisonous miasma with fear.

Sensing the banner of withering and flourishing in the world of ruins, Fang Yi's face turned rosy, his whole body was filled with green light, the fragrance of medicine lingered around him, his mind was clear and his energy was full, and his magic power seemed to have never been depleted.

"This doctor has become quite accomplished, and has also mastered the Qi-recovering technique, that's all..."

The burly monk glanced over and saw a silver-white beast standing on a brown demonic cloud and holding the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd.

Although this demon pet is of the second-grade upper grade, there is still a gap between it and cultivators in the late stage of foundation building.

The Seven Rings suffered considerable damage. Even though he was wearing rock armor, two three-foot sword marks were left on his body, and his skin and flesh were rolled over.

However, the banners of withering and flourishing in the ruins are waving, and the vitality of plants and trees is gathering.

A Yimu demon god, with his hands making hand gestures and a compassionate look on his face.

Strands of Yimu's long-lasting vitality fell, and in just a few breaths, the sword marks disappeared and the skin and flesh grew.

Apart from the loss of some vital energy, there is no difference from an hour ago.

It would be fine if my energy was depleted, I could still fight after all.

But as Fang Yi's magic skills changed, the vitality of the plants and trees gathered.

The burly monk's eyes widened and he cursed inwardly.

"It's this disgusting thing again!"

Fang Yi's mind moved, and he made a series of magic seals in his hands.

The green lotus swayed, vitality gathered, and five-colored spiritual light fell on the seven rings.

Secret Technique of Wood Way: Ivy Armor
Wood Dao Secret Method: Yi Wood Nourishes Qi
Medical Secret Technique: Five Elements Qi Nourishing Method
Yimu restores energy, Qingteng defends, and Wuyuan heals.
With the blessing of several secret techniques, vine armor emerged from the Seven Rings Rock Armor, and blue and brown spiritual light flowed, and the energy continued to rise.

in a blink.

The lost vitality is fully restored, and the defense is even better.

"Earth and wood complement each other, and Fang Daoyou has great abilities..."

The burly monk waved his hand to recall the red orb, and then began to curse.

"You old bastards, you have bad intentions. I won't accompany you any longer..."

The brown, second-grade, mid-grade wind escape talisman was ignited by a ray of spiritual light.

With a gust of green wind, the burly monk disappeared in front of Qingzhi Tower.

……

Fang Yi did not stop him when he saw this.

"My fellow Daoists, if you're interested, you can discuss a few things with me..."

“Hey, Wood Dao techniques are good at recovering energy.

Fellow Daoist Fang is a second-level great spiritual doctor, so I won’t bother myself with this…”

A hoarse voice sounded, and another old monk holding a wooden crutch appeared.

"Since fellow Daoist possesses such abilities and is the head of Xuanyang Mountain's Merit Examination Pavilion...

I can give you a share of this opportunity in the Hanling Secret Realm..."

“But it is so…”

"How can I sell my fellow Daoist's cold-relieving elixir?"

"Three ninth-level foundation-building elixir seeds..."

Feeling the aura that was no longer concealed, Fang Yi frowned slightly, pretending not to know.

"Hanling Secret Realm? What opportunities are there?"

"It seems that Zhong He didn't tell Fellow Daoist Fang about this?"

"Hehe, no wonder Zhong He is like this...

If there is one less person sharing this opportunity, the chance for us will be greater.

If Fellow Daoist Fang wants to know, you can come to me with this card..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura of the old cultivator and the other two ninth-level foundation-building cultivators dissipated.

Only a bronze token remained, falling in front of Fang Yi.

A sword light flashed in the sky, and a team of Fengling Guards wearing bronze armor and black iron masks arrived late.

Chen Yuan took a step forward, his face bitter.

"Doctor Fang, please forgive me. I was bewildered by the formation and was unable to come to your aid..."

Fang Yi waved his hand, gentle as jade.

"It doesn't matter..."

He played with the palm-sized Five Poison Cauldron in his hand and muttered to himself.

"A mid-stage foundation-building cultivator, a second-rank, superior-grade spiritual healer, holding a top-grade poison weapon..."

More than enough to protect themselves, but not enough to kill...

Hey, next, which family can't help but come to visit first...'

"Yu'er, Zhao'er..."

Fang Yi woke up Qin Yu and Huo Zhao, who looked confused.

"The disciple is here!"

There was a bit of confusion in Qin Yu's eyes.

Isn't it true that the way of spiritual medicine is not good at fighting?

My master just teamed up with Uncle Master Qijie and actually stopped a Jindan seed at the ninth level of the foundation building stage?

He was a great cultivator who was only one step away from condensing the golden elixir.

Normally, at least three cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage are needed to be the opponent.

Fang Yi seemed to see what Qin Yu was thinking.

He waved his hand and held Qijie in his arms, stroking the silver-white little beast's shiny fur.

He began to point out.

"We spiritual doctors aren't good at fighting, but we can train spiritual pets...

Just now, when I fought with the cloaked monk, I had the help of the Green Lotus Flag and the Creation Banner.

But in the end, it still depends on Xiao Qi to fight against the monk...

Yu'er, you have also forged a mid-level foundation for the Dao, so you can consider cultivating a second-level demon beast to protect you..."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master..."

Qin Yu bowed and thought about the cloaked monk just now.

As soon as the Seventh Ring was slightly damaged, Fang Yi used several secret medical techniques to heal it.

All that was in his mind.

Fang Yi nodded slightly upon seeing this and took out a green jade slip from his sleeve.

The spiritual consciousness surged, and spiritual medicines were engraved in it.

"Yu'er, this time I will offer sacrifices to the Five Poison Cauldron for my master.

Using poison to test the way of medicine, you will gain some insights. You and Zhao'er will take a trip to the fairy city...

This Master is already confident that he can refine a second-grade, top-grade Five-Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment..."

"Om..."

Feeling a slight tremor of the invisible divine consciousness in the void, Fang Yi chuckled in his heart.

Put the bait on the straight hook, and those who are willing will take the bait.

The poisonous beasts in the Hanling Secret Realm are ferocious, and the Five Poison Cauldron is being refined.

But relying on these hidden and revealing Dan seeds...

……

A corner outside Qingzhi Tower.

Zhong He looked at Fang Yi with a strange look.

He placed himself among the cloaked monks, thinking of all the possible means, and whether there was a chance of victory...

After a while, Zhong He waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

He cursed inwardly.

It is really disgusting that a second-grade top-grade great spiritual doctor joins forces with a second-grade top-grade earth-attribute monster.

Even if the ninth level of the foundation-building Dan seed is used with all its strength.

As long as the fighting ability does not exceed the limits of the two, it will not matter even if the other party has the upper hand.

Zhong He felt emotional.

Sure enough, there was only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname.

The name of Master Yitun is well-deserved...

A demon beast that has just entered the second-level upper-grade level, or a second-level upper-grade spiritual doctor.

If one person wants to do it alone, it won't take much effort.

But the two are one and they help each other.

It's really an unlucky thing, it can't be killed by beating or crushed by hammering...

……

Lanyue Tower.

In the Moon-Watching Garden, there is a sacred laurel tree with swaying silver branches and leaves.

The burly monk wearing a cloak who was fighting with Fang Yi appeared silently.

"Junior Sister Chunyue, the cultivator you're interested in is indeed no ordinary person..."

The burly man pinched his fingers together and a charming voice came from her mouth.

Looking at the big man in front of her who was posing coquettishly, Master Chunyue frowned slightly and gently waved the purple mandarin duck fan in her hand.

A purple hot wind blew, the cloak fluttered, and the green ghost mask was put away.

The burly man's body was crackling and his muscles and bones were creaking.

A pink mist swirled, and a petite female cultivator in a gauze skirt appeared.

The lady in red makeup stretched lazily with a graceful posture.

"how?

Sister Chunyue wants her lover to intervene before she even succeeds?" Master Chunyue narrowed his eyes slightly, a flicker of fear passing through his eyes.

"Senior Sister Hongzhuang suffered a loss outside. If you need to relieve your anger, go find a cauldron yourself..."

"That's all..."

The lady in red makeup waved her sleeves, and pink clouds gathered and turned into a reclining chair.

She lay comfortably on the lounge chair.

“This attempt to test me made me feel sick.

There are also second-grade, top-grade spiritual doctors in the sect, but they have never been so difficult to deal with...

Junior Sister Chunyue, please listen to my advice. This kind of cultivator is very difficult to deal with, and you can’t control him…”

Master Hongzhuang swallowed, and a hint of greed appeared in her eyes.

“It’s better to leave this Fang Yi to me, your senior sister.

Such pure wood-path spiritual energy is filled with medicinal fragrance all over the body.

And that disciple Qin Yu, who has a mid-level Dao foundation...

If we take the essence of his master and disciple, it might be worth half of a Dan-condensing spiritual object..."

"Ah……"

Thinking about what I have gained over the years.

Master Chunyue sneered, with the golden hairpin on his head swaying, looking elegant and noble.

"Senior Sister Hongzhuang, are you going to compete with me for the chance to break through?"

……

Bishui Pavilion residence.

An old monk, leaning on a wooden crutch.

The emerald green water light flowed and transformed into a tall and beautiful female cultivator wearing a moon-white robe with hundreds of flowers.

Master Xuanlu opened her red lips and said to Master Bingyan, who was wearing an apricot-yellow dress:
"Junior Sister Bingyan, keep a close eye on this Qingzhi Tower...

If Fang Yi's medical skills make another breakthrough, and he can consistently refine the second-grade, top-grade Five-Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment...

We have fallen behind the old ghost Zhong He and Fengling Fairy City for too long.

This time, the spiritual ointment must not be missed..."

"If I, the Bishui Pavilion, cannot succeed, then the Wuying Quhan Cream cannot fall into the hands of others..."

"Senior Sister Bai Lu, with the combat power Fang Yi has displayed now...

Even if Bingyan attacks with all her strength, she can only remain undefeated at best..."

Master Bingyan looked helpless. She was also watching the battle at Qingzhi Tower.

Unlike the previous battle where Xu Qingshe broke through, Fang Yi showed his fighting power this time.

Joining forces with the second-level high-quality monster, earth and wood coexist.

One is mainly offensive, the other is mainly defensive.

Even a great cultivator at the ninth level of the foundation-building stage could only suppress him and have a slight advantage.

Hard to win...

Master Bai Lu sighed inwardly, but was helpless, so he waved his hands.

“Bingyan can do her best, but it’s a pity if it’s Fang Yi.

Without that top-grade poison cauldron, it would be impossible for an ordinary spiritual doctor to deal with such a difficult situation..."

……

One month later.

In Qingzhi Tower, bamboo shadows sway and the breeze blows gently.

Fang Yi's expression was calm as he took out three bottles of second-grade top-grade Five-Sakura Cold-Removing Ointment from his sleeve.

"Yu'er, divide your three bottles of Wuying Quhan into several portions...

Afterwards, whether it was the Bishui Pavilion, the Tiandaowu... or the Baigu Sect, the Hehuan Sect...

As long as a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator shows up, I’ll sell a bottle…”

Qin Yu took the elixir respectfully.

The magic power surged and the lingering aroma of medicine penetrated into the nostrils.

"Such pure medicinal power, has Master already consolidated the realm of a second-level superior spiritual doctor?

Congratulations, Master, your spiritual medical skills have reached a new level..."

Fang Yi nodded slightly with a smile on his face.

"Something has been achieved... but it still needs to be consolidated..."

"In that case, I will not disturb you any more."

Qin Yu bowed his head, put away the Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment, and walked towards the lobby of Qingzhi Tower.

He was excited and his face was slightly flushed.

Stable refining of second-grade high-quality elixirs...

With the luck of chance, he could occasionally refine a second-grade, top-grade elixir...

There is a world of difference between the two.

There are abundant opportunities in the Hanling Secret Realm, and everyone knows it.

In the secret realm of the past.

Even the great cultivators in the late foundation-building stage from major Jindan sects like Xuanyang Mountain and Bishui Pavilion.

Even if he attacks with all his strength, he can easily be stopped by monsters of the same level, or even one level lower, who can take advantage of the terrain and the dangerous cold poison.

Many of the Dan-forming seeds were also cautious and did not dare to use their full strength.

After all, he was injured in the secret realm and corroded by the cold poison. The most dangerous thing is not the poisonous beast, but the cultivators of the same level...

Qin Yu could already imagine the scene of Qingzhi Tower being overcrowded and its status constantly rising.

As for robbery?

The Jindan Zhenren restrained each other, and it was just a second-level spiritual recipe.

Given the combat prowess Fang Yi displayed, no foundation-building cultivator would be so unwise.

……

Watching Qin Yu leave, the Five Poison Cauldron in Fang Yi's hand slowly turned, constantly being refined by Ku Rong's magic power.

He shook his head slightly.

This time, he wanted to establish his authority and demonstrate his medical skills, not for the sake of Qingzhi Tower's status.

The road to immortality is bumpy, cultivation and magic weapons are the key...

"Zhao'er, follow me..."

Fang Yi waved and asked Huo Zhao to follow him.

……

After a stick of incense.

In a quiet room.

Huo Zhao's body trembled as he looked at Huo Weitao, whose temples were gray.

He bowed.

"I am an unfilial child. I pay my respects to my father..."

Although Huo Weitao is over 90 years old, his steps are still as vigorous as those in his youth.

He looked like a man in his seventies, leaning on a wooden crutch.

With his skinny hands, he pulled Huo Zhao closer to him and looked at him carefully, afraid of missing any changes in his only son.

After a while, tears flashed in his eyes.

"My Zhao'er has grown up... and has become a great figure who has established a foundation for the Dao..."

Huo Weitao's voice was choked with sobs.

"very nice……

This is really nice…”

"Will you leave again when father comes back this time?"

Looking at the fine lines at Huo Weitao's eyebrows, Huo Zhao gritted his teeth, feeling reluctant.

Then he looked at Fang Yi.

"Master, does Father have any plans for his return this time..."

"The matter concerning the Wei family in Changle Valley has come to an end...

Wei Zhilan has passed away... You two can just enjoy your family life...

However, Wei Yushu is still in the Hanling Secret Realm, so your father needs to be careful..."

Fang Yi waved his hand and sent Gu Jiushang to Changle Valley, the ancestral home of the Wei family.

A very important matter.

The purpose was to bring Huo Weitao back so that Huo Zhao could practice with peace of mind.

Coincidentally, Wei Yushu, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, was not in the valley, which saved a lot of effort.

How could Wei Zhilan, who was in the early stage of foundation building, be a match for Gu Jiushang?

"Thank you, sir!"

Huo Weitao was grateful and kowtowed deeply.

"Without the master, there would be no Zhao'er today..."

"This is also due to Huo Zhao's efforts. You and your son should communicate well.

I won’t bother you any more…”

Fang Yi walked out of the quiet room and saw the young-looking Li Heng with envy in his eyes. He secretly looked at Huo Zhao and Huo Weitao, the loving father and filial son.

"Why? Missing your father?"

"Disciple...disciple..."

Li Heng spoke somewhat hesitantly.

"I miss my father..."

"This isn't difficult. The Zhou family of Xiaoxuan Mountain currently has only one cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment..."

Fang Yi waved his hand and threw a deep blue jade slip into Li Heng's arms.

The original version of the "Hanhai Jing" secretly kept by the Wei family, along with annotations by successive generations of cultivators.

"Heng'er, you should practice hard, and after you have mastered the Hanhai Sutra.

I'll ask Brother Qin to accompany you..."

Li Heng's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe it.

"But my father told me not to look for him until Heng'er has established his Dao foundation...

I’m afraid that the Zhou family’s ancestor will be detrimental to Heng’er…”

"Zhou family ancestor? A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to call me ancestor..."

Fang Yi didn't care at all.

Li Heng's innate Kuishui Dao body is also a top-grade water spiritual root, and he has the potential to achieve a top-grade Dao foundation.

It's worth his energy.

"I'm just an old man in the middle stage of foundation building. If you're worried...

Then I'll ask Junior Brother Yue Ze to go along with me...

He is also a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. With his help, the Zhou family will not be able to cause any major trouble..."

Li Heng's face was filled with excitement. "Thank you, Master. I will go and practice now.

One year...

No, in just half a year, I will be able to master the [Hanhai Sutra]..."

Fang Yi smiled slightly when he saw this.

Li Heng had a clean background and was raised by his family since childhood.

You must not develop any grudges because of the Zhou family’s affairs, which will affect your future foundation-building.

……

Half a month later.

The lobby of Qingzhi Building.

Qin Yu was dressed in black and wore a white jade crown on his head.

He looked at the monks in front of him with a calm expression.

"All of you fellow Daoists are born into great sects. You all know how precious opportunities are in the Hanling Secret Realm.

How much is this second-grade, top-grade Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment worth? Don’t ask a junior like me for anything…”

Several foundation-building masters in the hall looked at each other.

Master Bingyan of the Bishui Pavilion spoke first.

"Fellow Daoist Qin Yu...

All the Daoists present here were born in major Jindan sects...

There is no one whose cultivation level is lower than Fellow Daoist Fang, and this is how your master treats guests?"

Geng Laogui from Tiandaowu came to join in.

“Senior Sister Bingyan is right.

Xuanyang Mountain is closely connected to our Tiandaowu and Bishui Pavilion. They are all great righteous sects, with a Jindan Zhenren in charge...

Brother Fang, although you have outstanding medical skills, there are so many of us fellow practitioners visiting you.

He hasn't even shown up, isn't that too arrogant..."

Qin Yu sneered in his heart.

He was not stupid either, and he had Fang Yi's guidance.

Of course I know that the real big figures of these factions, those who are at the stage of forming the elixir, have not shown up.

If my own master comes forward.

The Jindan seeds of the Bishui Pavilion, Tiandaowu... and even the Baigu Sect and Hehuan Sect might be able to join forces and overwhelm others with their power...

Qin Yu looked at the six Foundation Establishment Masters in front of him.

Master Bingyan of the Bishui Pavilion, Old Ghost Geng of the Tiandaowu...

Master Zhonghe's disciples...

There was also a White Bone Sect cultivator with a sinister aura, holding a white bone orb, who was also at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment...

In addition, there is a Wind Spirit Guard who is at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.

A female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect who was scantily clad and had a plump figure.

Qin Yu waved his sleeves.

Nine bottles of Wuying Cold-Removing Ointment were suspended in the air, with the lingering aroma of medicine rising and a warm feeling flowing.

He looked helpless.

“My fellow Daoists, it’s not that Master doesn’t want to show up.

Meanwhile, Master, having refined the Five Poison Cauldron, has made further progress in his spiritual healing skills. He is now in seclusion, unable to emerge...

As an apology, these nine portions of Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment were made by Master.

Fellow Daoists, please use it as you please!"

"..."

"..."

The lobby of Qingzhi Pavilion fell silent.

The six foundation-building spiritual consciousnesses fell on the Wuying Cold-Removing Ointment at the same time.

It's about the exploration of the secret realm of Hanling.

The seeds for forming the elixir in the sect were explained repeatedly.

None of the monks present wanted to be shortchanged of any spiritual medicine...

　Refresh after 1:30

　　
　
(End of this chapter)