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

Chapter 474 Who sharpens the spear? Dacheng wants to leave (two in one)

Looking at Master Chunyue, who is usually cold and arrogant, now leaning in Fang Yi's arms like a little bird.

Gao Lang gritted his teeth, and veins popped out on his handsome face.

"Chun Yue, the urgent matter you mentioned that day was about coming to find Fang Yi?"

Master Chunyue raised her eyebrows and looked at Fang Yi lovingly, then glanced at Gao Lang with disdain.

Although she was recorded in the [Yin Yang He Huan Jue] and transformed into a Yuan Ding and refined into a Ding furnace, her mind and desires were completely subdued by the Ding Master.

But only in front of Fang Yi.

Master Chunyue is a great cultivator in the late foundation-building stage of the Hehuan Sect, a major Jindan sect.

She was able to break out of such a powerful demonic sect, her hands were stained with blood and her heart was cruel.

Now he has even been noticed by the Jindan True Person in the sect. How could Gao Lang, a cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, question him?

Master Chunyue leaned her plump and graceful body into Fang Yi's arms. Her body was soft and round, with a faint fragrance, and she rubbed against his strong arms.

"Who are you? How I act has nothing to do with you, Gao Lang!"

"Boom!"

Gao Lang clenched his fists.

He was not a virgin of eleven or twelve years old. He also had one or two concubines and was quite knowledgeable about matters between men and women.

Master Chunyue's face was rosy, his breath was lazy and satisfied, and his vermilion lips were slightly swollen.

It was obvious that Fang Yi had moisturized her from the inside out.

The female cultivator that he had been thinking about was lying on someone else's bed.

Recalling the attentiveness he had shown in the Lanyue Pavilion in the past, Gao Lang felt as if he were being roasted on a raging fire by the lingering gazes of the monks passing by.

A murderous look flashed across his eyes.

He turned his eyes away, feeling humiliated.

The gloomy gaze swept over Fang Yi, who had a tall figure and handsome face.

Gao Lang had to admit that both the adulterer and the adulteress were quite good-looking.

"Huh? Fang Yi didn't bring the most famous second-grade high-grade pig beast with him?"

Gao Lang was slightly happy.

The folding fan magic weapon in his sleeve was shaken out, brown spiritual light flowed, and several fan bones hit Fang Yi's limbs.

Fang Yi can refine elixirs to dispel coldness, which involves opportunities in the secret realm of cold spirits.

He couldn't take his life.

Now that his five limbs have been broken to teach him a lesson, even though Chen Zhan is the Jindan seed of the sect, it is not easy to blame him.

As for Fang Yi, has he ever fought against a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage?
Gao Lang sneered in his heart.

He was just a cultivator who had barely entered the late stage of foundation building. He had not only fought against such cultivators, but also defeated and severely injured them.

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes.

Are you jealous of someone for a tripod?
He was speechless.

Considering the precious light on the Gaolang crown, robes, and jade pendant, as well as the body and soul, even if it is sold on the dark market, it will be worth three thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Obviously, he was a Jindan cultivator cultivated since childhood by some major sect.

Like Yang Xuanyi, the greatest pain in his practice so far is the cleansing of the meridians and marrow when refining his Taoist foundation.

A blue lotus appeared in Fang Yi's sleeves, and a bright blue glow appeared.

"Master, let me come."

A long red gauze flew out from the sleeve, and more than ten fan bones emitting the spiritual power of Wu Earth were intercepted.

"Bad maid!"

Gao Lang became furious upon seeing this.

He has always been very open and open about his pursuit of Master Chunyue, and has made it known widely, not to mention the Master Juji in Fengling Fairy City.

Even those Qigong practitioners who are well-informed know about it.

He had already sensed several foundation-building consciousnesses that were no longer concealed, and bursts of laughter came from them.

"kindness?"

Master Chunyue's expression darkened, a fiery aura flowed within her, and then she waved her delicate hand.

"presumptuous!"

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of applause resounded throughout the Qingzhi Building.

"Something big has happened!"

Looking at the red palm print on Gao Lang's handsome face.

The atmosphere among the monks watching outside Qingzhi Tower suddenly became quiet, and then they scattered like birds and beasts.

The monks watching knew that if the two foundation-building masters were jealous of each other, it would only be a small matter, a quarrel, and a loss of face.

This happens from time to time in Fengling Fairy City, whether it is Feihua Tower or Lanyue Pavilion.

But now, I'm afraid it's exposed!

"You bitch is looking for death!"

Gao Lang stroked his cheek, his palm trembling slightly, a little bit unbelievable.

Since he was young, he had outstanding talents and top-grade spiritual roots, so he became a disciple of a Jindan Zhenren and his practice went smoothly.

Now there is actually a female cultivator like this?

"boom!"

The robe rustled as an ancient bronze sword covered in runes flew out from his sleeve.

"The ultimate magical weapon?"

The Master Chunyue narrowed her eyes, raised her pearly teeth, and opened her lips slightly. A ray of purple light flew out, transforming into a round fan embroidered with a mandarin duck pattern.

"call!"

The purple mandarin duck fan sways gently.

Streams of blazing fire flowed and transformed into spirit mandarin ducks bathed in fire, rushing towards the ancient bronze sword.

Fang Yi raised the Green Lotus Flag, which glowed with green light and protected Qingzhi Tower and his two disciples, Qin Yu and Huo Zhao.

A strange look appeared on his face, and he watched with great interest the collision of the purple spiritual flame and the bronze sword light.

Due to jealousy, male and female monks fought each other!
Not to mention this life, even in the previous life, there has never been such behavior in the Mingquan Sect.

Advanced Qi training seeks beginner Qi training.

The master who had built the foundation had his own female Qi-cultivating practitioners, who flocked to him.

As for Jindan Zhenren, as long as they show the slightest interest in a certain type of beautiful cultivator, countless cultivators and forces will devote all their efforts to cultivating them.

"Zheng!"

The bronze sword light was everywhere, and the purple spiritual fire was dancing.

After all, there was a gap in their cultivation. Gao Lang's face flushed red, and he exerted all his magic power, but was still easily suppressed by the purple mandarin duck fan.

Master Chunyue was nonchalant and even took some time to tease Fang Yi.

"Seventh level of foundation building? Chunyue, when did you break through?"

Gao Lang looked unhappy.

"enough!"

A sharp shout was heard, and a black knife light followed closely behind, and together with the ancient bronze sword, it pressed towards the purple mandarin duck fan.

Fang Yi frowned slightly when he saw this.

Immediately, he waved his sleeves, and the miasma of the Five Poison Cauldron swirled around, smashing down slowly but actually quickly.

"boom!"

The invisible energy turned into a strong wind that swept past, breaking the grass and trees.

Green light, purple smoke, sword marks, and the sound of metal clashing echoed, and then dissipated together.

Chen Zhan, dressed in a gray robe, walked slowly into the lobby.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you by telling you that my junior brother is useless."

"Senior brother! It's this adulterer and adulteress who are in cahoots with each other." Gao Lang held the ancient bronze sword in his hand, and his robe rustled.

Obviously, he has lost face this time and does not want to give up.

"Matters between men and women are based on mutual consent. Junior Brother Gao, why don't you apologize to Pharmacist Fang?"

Chen Zhan frowned slightly and scolded harshly.

Gao Lang's face looked grim, and then he waved his sleeves and turned into a golden light and disappeared.

"Chunyue, Mr. Fang, we have a long way to go."

Seeing this, Chen Zhan looked apologetic, but did not try to stop Gao Lang.

"I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself, Pharmacist Fang. I'll definitely teach Gao Lang a lesson when I return to the base."

"Junior Brother Gao is young and full of vigor, and Qingzhi Tower has not been damaged. How can this be a joke?"

Fang Yi said something to Chen Zhan in a soft yet firm tone.

Chen Zhan didn't care at all when he saw this.

Being attacked at the door and having your Taoist partner noticed by other male cultivators, no one can remain calm.

"Since Junior Brother Fang is alright, I will go ahead. If Junior Brother Fang has time, he can visit the Battle Hall.

Chen will certainly open the bed to welcome you."

After saying that, Chen Zhan turned and left.

He had a very pleasant conversation with Zhong He and wanted to make friends with the future Jindan Zhenren of Xuanyang Mountain.

If Gao Lang had not been a disciple of a Jindan Zhenren, he would have suffered a loss.

How could he come to Qingzhi Tower?

Fang Yi?
Just a lucky guy who took advantage of the favorable conditions of the Hanling Secret Realm.

So what if I break through to the quasi-third-level spiritual doctor?

Even before it was promoted to a magic weapon, the Five Poison Cauldron had already attracted the attention of several Jindan seeds.

After the dust settled on the opportunity in the Hanling Secret Realm.

A spiritual doctor is not so valuable.
Fang Yi had a puzzled look on his face as he watched Chen Zhan gradually walk away.

The blue lotus flag fluttered, and there seemed to be some residual energy, which turned into two energy beads and were restrained by the flag.

He has always believed that the only way to practice magic is to cultivate magic tools.

It’s better not to argue than to just use a little verbal force.

Fengling Fairy City, War Merit Hall.

Chen Zhan smiled beside a dark blue second-grade whetstone.

"Junior Brother Gao, the Immortal usually asks you to practice the [Qing Yuan Sword Scripture] well.

If you practice the sword techniques, the sword will become a thread, the sword light will be divided, and the sword energy will take shape.

You have cultivated a sect, and you are only a cultivator at the seventh level of foundation building. How could you suffer such a great loss?"

"Brother!"

Gao Lang's face flushed with anger. If Chen Zhan was not the descendant of his master and they had a long-standing friendship, he would have taken action long ago.

"Master Chunyue of Lanyuexuan is a man of deep thoughts, and I don't approve of you becoming his Taoist partner.

Now it’s better to cut it off completely.”

Chen Zhan shook his head slightly and comforted him.

"Besides, Chunyue is not only beautiful, but also proficient in magic. Fang Yi might be bewitched by her."

His eyes swept over the red mark on Gao Lang's handsome face. Although it had faded a little, the outline of the palm could still be faintly seen.

Chen Zhan pondered for a moment.

“Fang Yi from Qingzhi Tower is now involved in the opportunity of the Hanling Secret Realm, involving more than ten cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

There are several of them that I, as your brother, am quite concerned about.

If you still have any resentment, I can teach you a lesson together after the matter in the Hanling Secret Realm is over.

As a junior disciple, I will just spare Fang Yi's life.
If we want to be more secretive, we can wash the sword with the two of us' spiritual blood."

"it is good!"

Gao Lang's expression tightened.

"I will give the adulterer and his wife a retribution. But I will do it myself, otherwise I won't be able to succeed."

"Then Junior Brother, you need to practice hard. Although Fang Yi of Qingzhi Tower is not very good at fighting, the value of cold-relieving elixirs has increased greatly due to the opening of the Hanling Secret Realm in the past few decades.

Now he already has three top-grade magical instruments in his hands, as well as a second-grade, top-grade Wu Tu Pig Beast.
Junior brother's Qing Yuan Sword is not powerful enough to teach that adulterous couple a lesson."

A smile appeared on Chen Zhan's lips. His junior brother was extremely talented and his practice was progressing by leaps and bounds.

Now, he is not even ninety years old, but he has already reached the sixth level of foundation building, and is only a step away from the late stage of foundation building.

Now that I have suffered some losses, I know that there are always people better than you and there are always things better than you.

Fang Yi was at the middle stage of foundation building. His spiritual medicine skills were not as good as his sword skills, and he was not good at fighting.

But he has three top-grade magical weapons and a second-level high-quality demon pet.

It is weaker than the Jindan seed, but stronger than the ordinary late foundation building stage, which is just right to serve as Gao Lang's whetstone.

"Brother, don't worry! It's just a matter of refining the sword into silk. I've already touched the threshold.
Wait until I break through to the late stage of foundation building through seclusion."

Gao Lang sneered, holding a bronze magic sword in his hand. The ancient magic sword was glowing with spiritual light, as if it was about to turn into a silk thread.

Seeing this, Chen Zhan nodded slightly.

In the world of cultivating immortals, every few decades, a group of cultivators who are good at fighting will appear, and some can even fight by jumping levels.

Gao Lang, who practices the third-level technique [Qingyuan Sword Scripture], clearly possesses this aptitude. A sword's sharpness is forged through constant grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

Having an opponent to hone his skills will be of great benefit to Gao Lang's future practice.

The next day.

Lan Yuexuan.

Master Hongzhuang frowned slightly, feeling the energy of Master Chunyue at the seventh level of foundation building. Although there was some improvement, she did not expect to obtain the Pure Yang Medicine.

"Junior sister, you have fallen in love with Fang Yi from Qingzhi Tower. Please show mercy?"

Master Chunyue looked satisfied.

"Senior Sister, you don't understand. It's not that I don't want to take strong herbs, it's that Fang Yi is too strong.

Only one month, but failed to capture Yuan Yang."

"Huh? So strong??!"

The red-dressed lady's eyes, as crystal clear as a deer in the forest, were wide open.

As a female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect, she has seen countless people and practiced the third-level Hehuan Dao technique, the [Su Nu Jing].

She naturally knew the secret of the sect's dual cultivation method and its mysteries.

Use the yin body to collect the yang spring.

The most beneficial method is to collect all the Yuan Yang at once and turn it into a powerful medicine to nourish the foundation of your cultivation.

A cauldron in the middle stage of foundation building. If Master Chunyue can squeeze out all his essence and yang, he can refine a great medicine.

It is enough for his cultivation to break through to the eighth level of foundation building.

With Master Chunyue's many years of accumulation, mixed with the Yuanyang Qi, he will be able to enter the ninth level of foundation building in ten years at most.

This is also the reason why Master Hongzhuang was so polite to Master Chunyue.

But Master Chunyue did not act in this way. He absorbed all the Yuan Yang Qi, so he was naturally not merciful.

Watching Master Chunyue display his Qi, all the previously accumulated Yuan Yin disappeared, and his Qi became extremely pure.

"Gulu."

The lady in red makeup swallowed and muttered.

"What kind of famous instrument must this be to be of such quality?
Master Hongzhuang looked puzzled. She had fought against such a famous weapon before and it was not impossible to refine it.

"Junior Sister Chunyue, could it be that the pharmacist from Qingzhi Tower has refined the secret medicine of Hehuan Dao?"

Master Chunyue smiled mysteriously, threw out several bottles of pink jade ointment, and changed the subject.

"Senior Sister, this is the Qingqi Snake-Transforming Ointment refined by Fellow Daoist Fang, a second-grade, top-grade spiritual medicine.

With his help, the centipede golden snake shouldn't be a problem."

She knows it very well.

The spiritual practice of Master Hongzhuang is different from that of clinging to one's own primordial yin and pursuing the fusion of spirit and flesh.

The path that Master Hongzhuang practices is the most widely spread in the Hehuan Sect, the method of having no scruples.

A pair of jade arms can be used as a pillow for thousands of people, and a bit of red lips can be tasted by thousands of people.

There are countless leaders under the sect, and they often try to lure monks from other sects to hunt for food.

Since she was able to practice till now, Master Hongzhuang has fought with a number of masters who had established their foundation in bed.

As for the Qi-cultivating monks?

As long as one has a handsome face and outstanding appearance, Hongzhuang Shangren will never refuse anyone, and the more the better.

Master Chunyue has a slight obsession with mysophobia.

Now her body and mind have been reversed by the [Yin Yang He Huan Jue], and she is extremely obsessed with Fang Yi and will not do anything bad to him.

But she also has her own ideas.

It would be fine if it was an ordinary female Yuanyin cultivator, but Hongzhuang, a dirty thing with a pair of jade walls that have been used by thousands of people, would be in trouble if she slept in the same bed with Fang Yi.

She said it might be hard to swallow.

It's really dirty.
Ten days later.

In Qingzhi Tower, the lotus pond is sparkling and the green lotus is swaying.

Fang Yi had a strange expression on his face as he looked at the burly Fan Dacheng, who was pulling a female cultivator wearing armor and with wheat-colored skin.

He hesitated for a moment.

"Dacheng, who is this fellow Taoist?"

Fan Dacheng smiled innocently and pulled the female cultivator in front of him.

"Brother Fang, this is the Taoist companion I found, Yan Yun'er."

"Yun'er, come and meet Brother Fang!"

Yan Yun'er bowed and spoke respectfully.

"Meet Brother Fang!"

"Yan Yun'er?"

Looking at the face that seemed familiar and somewhat similar to Yang Caier, Fang Yi sighed slightly.

Among that group of immortal seedlings, both Li Qingsong and Fan Dacheng had a good impression of Yang Caier.

Now, Li Qingsong’s life is coming to an end and Fan Dacheng’s future is cut off.

I don’t know how far Yang Caier can go.

He pondered for a moment, then took out a green jade bracelet and a blue flying sword from his storage bag.

"Yan Yun'er, you have reached the sixth level of Qi training. I will give you this Jade Bracelet and the Green River Sword for self-defense."

"Two mid-grade magical instruments? Looking at the spiritual light, among mid-grade magical instruments, they are sometimes the best."

Even though the treasure was in front of her, Yan Yun'er did not take it. Instead, she looked at Fan Dacheng timidly.

She knew very well that as a Qi-cultivating cultivator, she was fortunate to meet such an important figure as Fang Yi, the master of the Examination Pavilion.

It also saved the face of his fellow Taoist.

"Husband."

Fan Dacheng laughed out loud when he saw this.

"Yun'er, Brother Fang is very wealthy. If he gives you two mid-grade magical instruments, just accept them."

Yan Yun'er breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and carefully took the two mid-grade magic weapons, the Bishui Bracelet and the Qingyuan Sword.

Seeing this, Fan Dacheng nodded slightly.

"Yun'er, please step back first and wait for me in the east wing."

A quarter of an hour later.

In the stone pavilion, only Fang Yi and Fan Dacheng were left.

Seeing Fan Dacheng's hesitation, Fang Yi spoke.

"Dacheng, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly. We've been friends for nearly a hundred years, there's no need to be secretive."

Looking at Fang Yi, who had a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, Fan Dacheng sighed.

"Brother Fang, I want to leave Qingzhi Tower?"

"kindness?"

Fang Yi frowned, and the shadow of a hexagonal cold plum appeared in his eyes, and the [Plum Blossom Divination] was activated.

After a moment, he was a little confused.

"Dacheng, I am now the head of the Examination Hall, but someone is trying to harm you?

Or did you encounter difficulties with the monks?"

There was murderous intent in Fang Yi's eyes.

This matter is similar to Fan Dacheng's. For nearly a hundred years, the two have supported each other, and he cherishes this friendship very much.

If there are cultivators who don’t know what’s good for them, there will still be a lot of souls missing from the Soul Nurturing Pond in the Kurong Small Cave.

Fan Dacheng shook his head and looked at Fang Yi, whose aura was dark green, with envy.

"Brother Fang, you misunderstood. It's not that someone is trying to make things difficult for me.

But I want to leave a bloodline, build a family, and leave my own footprints in this Dayun cultivation world."

Fan Dacheng looked leisurely, closed his eyes and drank a cup of spiritual tea.

Then he frowned slightly and spoke with a slight smile.

"Brother Fang, do you have any spiritual wine?"

Fang Yi looked thoughtfully at Fan Dacheng, who had gray hair on his temples.

He immediately took out a jar of spiritual wine sealed with yellow mud from the storage bag.

"puff!"

The mud seal was opened, and the rich aroma of wine filled the air. The carps in the lotus pond were intoxicated by the aroma of wine, and they staggered on the water surface, turning over their white bellies.

"Gulu.Gulu"

Fan Dacheng drank a bowl of amber wine heroically.

"Good wine, the special Red Blood Spirit Brew provided by the sect. If it weren't for Brother Fang, Dacheng would never have seen it."

After drinking several bowls of spiritual wine, Fan Dacheng's face showed a little drunkenness, and his words with a hint of vicissitudes of life rang out in the stone pavilion.

"Brother Fang, in half a year, I will be over a hundred years old.

After my physical training advanced to the second level, I was stuck at the lower level of the second level and had not made any progress for decades.

In this life, I am afraid it will be difficult to enter the second level of mid-grade cultivation. In this case, it is better to leave some bloodline.
A hundred years later, I will be able to leave some traces to tell the world that I, Fan Dacheng, have walked through this world!"

Fang Yi felt that Fan Dacheng's spirit was sometimes high and sometimes low, and he was speechless.

Almost sixty years ago.

In order to have a chance to advance to the foundation-building stage, Fan Dacheng practices the secret magic method of [Adding Oil to Light the Lamp].

Later, he was lucky enough to break through to the second level of body refining.

But the lost vitality and shortened lifespan cannot be recovered.

Even later, Fan Dacheng followed him and came to Fengling Fairy City to open Qingzhi Tower.

With the care of miraculous doctors and miraculous medicine, Fan Dacheng's vitality was replenished, but his lifespan was not as long as that of an ordinary foundation-building master.

One hundred and eighty years.

Fan Dacheng only had 180 years to live, but now that he is over 100 years old, he has already lived most of his life.

And because of the [method of adding oil to the lamp].

Not to mention condensing a fake pill, even breaking through the second-level middle grade in physical cultivation is extremely difficult.

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The stone pavilion was quiet and peaceful, with occasional sounds of drinking.

"Dacheng, it took time for you to come up with this idea," Fang Yi suddenly asked.

"Did you meet the Wei family after coming to Fengling Fairy City?"

Fan Dacheng paused as he picked up the jade bowl, then spoke.

“Brother Fang has a keen eye.

When Senior Brother Qingfeng was still the head of the Examination Pavilion, I had some vague thoughts.
Wei Changle of the Wei family sat in meditation for two centuries, and some people even mentioned his great accomplishments at that time. This thought was in my mind.”

With a dazed look in his eyes, Fan Dacheng sighed slowly.

"After all, I am not like Brother Fang. You have a bright future ahead of you and are proficient in puppetry and spiritual medicine.

If there is an opportunity in the future, there is also the possibility of condensing a fake pill and becoming a big figure in the sect.

After building my foundation, I knew that this was probably the end of my journey."

"But I'm still unwilling to give up!"

"It's a pity that after decades of running around, there has been no opportunity."

Seeing Fang Yi's lips slightly opened, Fan Dacheng spoke first.

"Brother Fang, please don't try to persuade me. I had this idea twenty years ago.
But at that time, there were only two foundation-building cultivators, my elder brother and I, in Qingzhi Tower, but we were enemies with the Wei family of Changle Valley, and it was not easy for Dacheng to leave my elder brother behind.

Now, Junior-Martial Nephew Qin Yu and Junior-Martial Nephew Huo Zhao have both built a mid-level foundation in Taoism, and their fighting abilities are far superior to mine.

The Wei family suffered heavy losses while exploring the Cold Spirit Secret Realm. Wei Jiuxiao, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, perished, leaving only one Foundation Establishment master remaining in the clan.

Meeting his friend who already looked old, Fang Yi was silent for a moment.

"Dacheng, you wanted to leave after Yu'er and Zhao'er established their foundation?"

A hint of astonishment appeared in Fan Dacheng's eyes.

"How did you know, brother?
However, I wanted to leave after Junior-Martial Nephew Qin Yu and Junior-Martial Nephew Huo Zhao had established their foundations.

However, after that, Brother Fang, you, along with your two nephews, will return to the sect to hold a foundation-building ceremony.

When I saw that there was no Foundation Establishment Master in charge of Qingzhi Tower, I suppressed my thoughts, and this suppression lasted for several years."

Fang Yi nodded slightly in his heart.

He has practiced for hundreds of years in two lifetimes and has met tens of thousands of cultivators. Cultivators like Fan Dacheng who value friendship and loyalty are rare.

"Dacheng, you want to establish a family. Where can you find this second-level spiritual vein?"

He did not try to persuade her, but a smile appeared on his face.

Fan Dacheng's face froze and he said awkwardly.

"I have already set my sights on a first-order spiritual vein. With the merits I have accumulated over the years, it will not be difficult to exchange it for a top-level first-order spiritual vein from the sect."

"What if there is a second-level spiritual vein?"

Fang Yi spoke leisurely.

(End of this chapter)