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

Chapter 477: The Spiritual Vein Hidden Opportunities, the Great Array Protects the Treasure Cauldron (It’s the end of the month, please give me a monthly ticket!)
Three days later.

Fan Dacheng walked into Qingzhi Tower, exhausted. He bowed to Fang Yi with admiration on his face.

"Brother Fang, as you expected, Changle Valley is now deserted.
Several cultivators from the direct lineage of the Wei family have disappeared without a trace."

Fang Yi held a silver-white little beast in his arms and stroked Qijie's shiny fur with his hands.

"Of course, since Wei Jiuxiao died in the Hanling Secret Realm, the Wei family would definitely have doubts.

However, the foundation, spiritual fields and spiritual trees are all in Changle Valley.

Moreover, Zhong He also made a lot of compensation to the Wei family afterwards, and Wei Yushu advanced to the middle stage of foundation building, so he was hesitant."

"I never thought that this hesitation would lead to the demise of the Wei family's last Foundation Establishment Master."

Fan Dacheng shook his head slightly, feeling a little emotional.

He was only a second-rank lower-grade body cultivator. Wei Yushu was far superior to him in terms of cultivation, magical tools, and foundation.

Now the family has been destroyed in this way. In order to continue the bloodline, the ancestral land that has been managed for more than two hundred years has been abandoned.

"Dacheng, you are wrong!"

Fang Yi's face became serious and he gave instructions.

"Wei Yushu is a master of the foundation-building stage in Xuanyang Mountain, and he has lit the soul lamp in the sect. Zhong He is the seed of the elixir formation in the sect.

If the Wei family does not obey the order, not only will Wei Yushu die, but the Wei family will also perish.
In this case, it is better to obey orders and leave a bloodline for the Wei family."

"Dead end?"

Fan Dacheng's eyes widened slightly before he realized that the Wei family was after Wei Jiuxiao's death.

It's already a dead end!

He murmured.

"So, Senior Brother wants to ask Senior Brother Zhong He to take action?"

Fang Yi nodded.

A powerful force like Xuanyang Mountain, which has been passed down for thousands of years, naturally has its own rules.

Zhong He transferred the foundation-building masters to explore the secret realm of Hanling.

Wei Yushu, who is in the middle stage of foundation building, has his family bloodline protected by Xuanyang Mountain.

What qualifications do you have to refuse?

What's more, there are more than one Jindan seeds at the ninth level of foundation building in Xuanyang Mountain. Zhong He can appear in Fengling Fairy City to compete for the opportunity to form a Jindan.

In addition to his top-notch combat power and profound cultivation, he must have the support of a Jindan Zhenren behind him.

“It would be fine if Wei Jiuxiao was here, he is a great cultivator in the late foundation building stage and holds a first-class status in the sect.

But Wei Jiuxiao died?

What if a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building died for the opportunity in the secret realm?

The Wei family was hoping for a lucky break and was reluctant to give up the wealth accumulated over the years in Changle Valley. Otherwise, they might not have ended up like this."

Fang Yi spoke meaningfully.

"Dacheng, cultivation is the foundation. When you establish a family in the future, don't forget this.
In addition, the decree to bestow this spiritual vein has already been issued by the sect.

Senior Brother Zhong He has put in a lot of effort."

Fan Dacheng was shocked and looked surprised.

"How could this decree be issued so quickly?"

He originally thought that even with the help of Zhong He, the Jindan seed.

A second-level spiritual vein, with hundreds of acres of cultivated spiritual land.

It also takes several years of struggle and competition with other fellow Foundation Establishment disciples, and it costs a lot.

I never thought that it would be settled in less than half a year.

Fang Yi nodded slightly and took out a feng shui map from his sleeve.

He also contributed a lot to the quick settlement of the ownership of Changle Valley.

Now, the decree of the Jindan Zhenren is in his sleeve.

“Dacheng, remember that the second-level spiritual vein in Changle Valley belongs to you.

But because of your insufficient merits and low level of cultivation, you are somewhat constrained.

Although the spiritual land is given to you to establish a family.

However, 50% of the spiritual rice and spiritual medicine produced from the spiritual fields must be paid to the sect on average."

Fan Dacheng took the feng shui map handed to him by Fang Yi.

In the picture of animal skin tanning, brown light flows and the shadow of a valley emerges.

In the valley lies a spiritual vein like a giant python, absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy. Pieces of emerald green spiritual fields, like jade scales, are inlaid on the spiritual vein one after another.

He clenched the feng shui map tightly with his five fingers, his body trembled, and his lips moved.

If it weren't for Fang Yi's help, let alone Changle Valley's carefully cultivated second-grade low-grade spiritual vein.

Even if it is a quasi-second-level spiritual vein, one has to fight for it with the lives of many foundation-building masters.

He bowed and spoke sincerely.

"Thank you so much for your help, Brother Fang! I will never forget this kindness."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a gentle force supported Fan Dacheng.

"We've been friends for nearly a hundred years, and it's just a second-level spiritual vein."

Ten days later.

"arrive!"

The robes of several monks on a green auspicious cloud rustled in their eyes.

Fang Yi was wearing a Lingsang brocade robe and standing with his hands behind his back.

He stood at the front of the auspicious clouds, looking at the Changle Valley in front of him.

Amidst the rolling clouds and mist, there are towering mountains, some are steep and rugged, reaching into the sky; some are lush and green, winding and continuous.

The mountains overlap, and a waterfall flows down the steep ridge.

In the rising mist, pavilions and towers can be seen faintly, and various magical prohibitions are flowing with spiritual light.

"Ok?"

The auspicious clouds slowly descended. Feeling the surrounding mist gathering, the concentration of spiritual energy exceeded expectations. Fang Yi seemed to be thinking about something.

He waved his sleeves, and a bronze token engraved with the words "Xuan Yang" was raised by Ku Rong.

"boom!"

A ray of light shone from the bronze token.

The clouds and mist rolled, the talismans danced, and a cloud road about ten feet wide appeared.

A quarter of an hour later.

Fang Yi and others stopped and looked at the blue water flowing in a spiritual spring.

The rich spiritual energy transformed into dense water droplets, floating in the air and wetting everyone's temples.

Fang Yi activated the [Life and Death Sutra] and scanned every inch with his spiritual consciousness.

After an incense stick of time, he frowned slightly.

“This second-grade, low-grade spiritual vein in Changle Valley has been cultivated by the Wei family for over two hundred years.

Now, I am only one step away from the second-level mid-grade. I just need to ask the Feng Shui master in the sect to adjust the wind and gather water.

It may take as long as one year or as short as three months for the spiritual vein to be fully advanced."

Qin Yu was a meticulous person. Seeing Fang Yi frowning slightly, he also glanced at him, as if thinking about something.

But seeing the surprise on Fan Dacheng's face, his lips moved several times, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Huo Zhao acted straightforwardly and without any scruples, but he did not see the hidden dangers in Changle Valley.

Fang Yi took in the changes in the expressions of the two disciples.

he asked.

"Yu'er, do you have any ideas?"

Qin Yu knew that his master had seen what he had just thought.

After a brief pause, he spoke.

“This second-level mid-grade spirit vein, even with the help of Master.

But without a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator in charge, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Dacheng Uncle to hold on."

Fang Yi nodded slightly upon seeing this, and then looked at Huo Zhao, who was wearing bronze armor and had made further progress in his physical training.

"Zhao'er, what do you think?"

Huo Zhao flicked his sleeves, glanced at Fan Dacheng, and spoke.

"Master Fan is too weak. He can't even defeat me, let alone defend Changle Valley.

Uncle, if you want to save your life, you should abandon Changle Valley as soon as possible."

"This"

Fan Dacheng's face turned pale and he wanted to explain himself, but after opening his mouth several times, he still didn't know how to refute.

Different from the second-grade inferior spirit vein.

The spiritual energy in the core of the second-order medium-grade spiritual vein is rich enough for a great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building to absorb and exhale spiritual energy and improve his cultivation.

There are only a few such spiritual veins.

Every middle-grade spiritual vein belongs to a great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

Even in Xuanyang Mountain, there are cultivators in the late stage of foundation building who look down on the second-grade low-grade spirit veins.

There are six or seven cultivators in the late stage of foundation building who are able to compete for the second-level medium-grade spiritual veins in the Taoist temple they don’t like.

“No wonder the Wei family held on to Changle Valley so tightly even though several of their foundation-building masters had passed away.

This Changle Valley Spiritual Vein is about to advance to the second-grade mid-grade, and its value will increase several times over."

Fan Dacheng looked reluctant and looked at the jade-like spiritual field in the valley with regret.

If he was in the middle stage of foundation building, he could still give it a try, but as a second-level lower-grade body refining cultivator, he wouldn't have a chance at all.

He sighed and gave up with gritted teeth.

"I'm grateful to Brother Fang for running around for me this time, but great success is ultimately a small blessing.

Why.
Unless Big Brother Fang breaks through to the late stage of foundation building and takes charge personally, I won’t be able to protect this spiritual vein.”

Fan Dacheng was extremely reluctant, but he was very clear-headed.

If you seize the spiritual vein by force, you never know when an unknown foundation-building 'robbery cultivator' will come to visit you.

'Some trouble.'

Fang Yi raised his brows slightly and pondered in his heart.

He came to Changle Valley to use the spiritual veins and magic restrictions here to complete the refining of the Five Poison Cauldron.

In this case, the higher the spiritual vein, the better.

The second is to support Fan Dacheng and signal to the Fan family of Changle Valley that with his support, ordinary cultivators should not be presumptuous.

But the second-level medium-grade spiritual vein is different from the second-level low-grade spiritual vein.

There are only a few such spiritual veins.

Just like in the Xiaoyuanling dark market, there is also a second-level medium-grade Yin-attribute spiritual vein.

In order to fight for this second-grade medium-quality Yin Vein, Fang Yi killed three warriors in the late stage of foundation building.

Qing Huai from the White Bone Sect, Chen Dayong, the head of the Chen Beast Taming Family, and the second-grade top-grade dragon snake monster.

Even so, after the dust settled, there were still elixir seeds in the White Bone Sect who wanted to pick the peaches.

Although Xiaoyuanling is located in the territory of Fengling Fairy City, it is the largest dark market.

But a second-level mid-grade spiritual vein is definitely not something that Fan Dacheng, who is a second-level lower-grade one, can defend.

'Trouble'

Fang Yi was in a bad mood. He had got the opportunity, but he wanted to give it up.

A second-level medium-grade spiritual vein, and it is also water-attributed, which is best for nourishing spiritual plants.

Unlike the second-level Yin veins in Xiaoyuanling, it is quite difficult to cultivate spiritual rice.

After the advancement of this second-level water spiritual vein in Changle Valley, please invite a second-level Feng Shui master to work together with Qijie.

It is not difficult to cultivate one or two pieces of second-grade high-quality spiritual fields to grow spiritual medicines.

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His mind was in turmoil and Fang Yi fell into deep thought.

"Even within the Yuping Peak managed by Xiao Changce, there are only a few second-grade, high-quality medicinal fields due to their fire-attributed spiritual veins."

Calculating the cards in his hand, Fang Yi was unwilling to give up.

A second-level medium-grade spiritual vein, which is also of water attribute and can grow second-level spiritual medicines, greatly helping his spiritual medical skills.

If you miss this time.

The next time may be decades later.

Only when one’s Qi training reaches the late stage of foundation building can one have the opportunity to compete with other cultivators in the late stage of foundation building in Xuanyang Mountain.

And it may not be a water or wood spiritual vein.

'I do have late-stage foundation-building combat power in my hands.

Whether it is Li Hun, Yin Gu, or Senior Brother Gu, they are all outstanding cultivators in the late stage of foundation building.

But all three cannot see the light.
As for Xiao Qi?

Fang Yi looked at the silver-white little beast in his arms and shook his head slightly.

'Xiao Qi and I will sit together in the Examination Pavilion, and those Dan-forming seeds will be more cautious.
If Xiao Qi wasn't around, the only second-level, high-grade monster that had crossed the clear path would be unable to attack.
Then it wouldn't be Changle Valley that would be visited by the robber cultivators, but Qingzhi Tower that would be visited by 'unknown' robber cultivators.

Fang Yi's eyes were deep, like an ancient cold pond. Although seemingly clear on the surface, they were deep and mysterious beneath the surface, with no bottom visible.

After a while, he spoke. "Dacheng, do you want this Changle Valley spiritual vein?"

Fan Dacheng smiled bitterly.

"Brother Fang, it's not that I don't want this second-order mid-grade spirit vein, but the weight of the Dacheng.

If the spiritual vein is seized by force, even the jackals, tigers and leopards in the sect may have to take action themselves.

A cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building is enough for me to pay a sufficient price."

No one mentioned the rules of Xuanyang Mountain.

Even among the major righteous sects, the rules of Xuanyang Mountain favor the strong.

A low-grade, second-level body cultivator with no future, unless he is the biological child of a Jindan True Person.

Otherwise, occupying a second-level mid-grade spiritual vein would mean that one's virtue is unworthy of the position and will surely suffer disaster.

Fang Yi chuckled.

"Since Junior Brother has this idea, there are ways to protect the Changle Valley Spiritual Vein.
Dacheng, if you do what we agreed upon earlier, no one in Changle Valley will spy on you."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and more than ten jade talismans flew out.

The clouds and mist are rolling, and the spiritual light is flowing.

The jade talisman exhaled mist and transformed into cloud cranes with slender wings and elegant postures, flying in all directions.

Seven days later.

In Changle Valley, spiritual mist was swirling, and the dense spiritual energy was about to turn into water droplets.

"Zheng!"

With the sound of a sword, a golden light fell.

Zhong He wore a purple-gold crown, a gray cloak, and had a burly figure. He walked slowly out of the escaping light.

He swept his spiritual sense across the Changle Valley, feeling the dense spiritual energy.

'What the monks left behind by the Wei family said is exactly right.

The spiritual vein of Changle Valley is only one step away from becoming a second-level mid-grade one.
Hey, after Fang Yisheng refines the Five Poison Cauldron, Changle Valley will be bustling.'

"Meet Uncle Zhong!"

Qin Yu wore a green lotus crown on his head and a Yimu Changqing robe on his body. He had an upright figure, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes.

He stepped forward gracefully and bowed.

"Uncle Zhong, Master has been waiting in the valley for a long time."

Zhong He gathered his chaotic thoughts, glanced around, and felt the capable aura around Qin Yu. He nodded slightly, his eyes showing admiration.

“Junior Brother Qin is indeed Junior Brother Fang’s beloved disciple, with a solid foundation, tempered by the Cold Spirit Secret Realm.

It’s not far away to take another step forward in cultivation.”

"Master uncle has a keen eye. I would also like to thank Master uncle Zhong for his help in the secret realm."

Qin Yu bowed slightly and led Zhong He towards the depths of Changle Valley.

After a stick of incense.

Zhong He's eyes lit up, and a rich and misty spiritual energy mixed with the aroma of wine hit his face.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong, all the fellow Daoists have arrived, and now you are the only one left."

"Yes, yes, Fellow Daoist Zhong, your fellow pharmacist, what are you busy with that takes so much time?"

"Brother Zhong, it's been a long time since we last met. The medicinal wine brewed by this fellow Daoist is indeed quite good."

Zhong He had a stern expression on his face and turned a deaf ear to the provocative words in his ears.

He took two steps at a time and walked to the gurgling spiritual spring, where he sat down with Chen Zhan.
Then he waved his hand and a cup of spiritual wine fell into his hand.

"Zi Liu~"

After drinking three cups of spiritual wine, Zhong He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at his 'old friends' who were sitting or lying beside the spiritual spring.

Master Bai Lu of the Bishui Pavilion leaned on the Bishui Spirit Bed and talked with Master Xuanzhi, occasionally looking at Fang Yi who was in the center of the banquet.

Although Xia Zhengbai and Xia Zhengxuan do not get along well, they seem to feel the pressure from many major Jindan sects such as Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Tiandaowu.

Although their faces look similar but their hearts are not, their qi is ultimately connected, indicating that they should join forces.

In addition, in the southeast corner of the azure spiritual spring, Master Chi Hai was wearing a red robe and had deep eyes.

There was also a beautiful female foundation-building cultivator serving him.

The lady in red makeup, wearing a pink gauze dress, has a relaxed figure, and her graceful posture is faintly visible.

Seeing that all the forces had arrived, Fang Yi did not delay.

"Thank you all for coming here and helping me refine the treasure.

The opportunity of the secret realm is ahead, so I won’t waste your time.”

Fang Yi slapped his storage bag, and a yellow-brown formation diagram surrounded by the power of Wu Earth shot out.

"Crash!"

The formation diagram slowly unfolded, ancient runes danced, and the heavy mountain aura continued to emerge.

He pointed his finger.

A topographic map of Changle Valley appeared on the formation diagram, with twelve round gems inlaid on it.

“This is the thick earth and yellow rock formation that Fang obtained by chance.

A second-level, superior-grade formation, specializing in defense.

With every three late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators presiding over the formation, the power of the formation would increase.
Fellow Daoists, working together, are enough to push the formation to the quasi-third level peak."

Fang Yi poured his vast magical power into the formation diagram.

"boom!"

The shadow of a mountain appeared on the formation diagram, and the formation diagram expanded and expanded.

One restriction after another appeared, and in the blink of an eye, Changle Valley was enveloped.

Fang Yi pointed to the location of the twelve Wu Earth beads and spoke earnestly.

"Fellow Daoists, please help me. After the Five Poison Cauldron is refined, I will start refining medicine immediately.

Besides, I owe you all a favor for this matter."

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Beside the spiritual spring, many Dan-forming seeds looked at each other.

Xia Zhengxuan was wearing a red brocade robe, a black jade crown on his head, and waving the Five Animals Fan made from the feathers of monsters in his hand.

He and Fang Yi had some grudges over the spiritual medicine, and he received a message from Xiao Yuanling, so he spoke first.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, it's not that I don't trust you, but the Thick Earth and Yellow Rock Formation is a formation inherited from Xuanyang Mountain.

I heard from my father that this formation can only display its full power when twelve cultivators of the same level work together.

Although all of you fellow Daoists present here are extremely talented, your numbers are somewhat lacking?"

Thinking about the promise that the old monster Yin Bone made to himself.

Xia Zhengxuan sneered.

"The two fairies Bai Lu and Xuan Zhi from Bishui Pavilion, Brother Chen Zhan from Tiandaowu
The Red Makeup Old Demon of the Hehuan Sect, the Red Skeleton Old Demon of the White Bone Sect
My Senior Brothers Xiang Shu and Teng Yan from the Jiuqu lineage.
Finally, if we add Master Zhonghe from Xuanyang Mountain and that second-rank superior-grade Wu Tu Pig Beast, there are only nine Foundation Establishment Masters."

Xia Zhengxuan's eyes were gloomy.

Three days ago, the old monster Yin Gu from Xiaoyuanling promised to deliver a message as long as he could disrupt the treasure refining plan of the Five Poison Cauldron.

I will do my best to supply the Five Poisons to Transform into Cold Pearls in order to explore the secret realm of Hanling.

If this is the case, it will be enough to create a large gap between him and Xia Zhengbai.

Xia Zhengxuan's tone was cold.

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Fang wants to sacrifice our lives and blood in order to complete the treasure refining task?"

A flash of admiration flashed across Fang Yi's eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Zhengxuan has misunderstood. All of you Daoists are true disciples of your respective sects and are highly regarded by the Jindan Masters.

How could Fang act like this? "

"Then where did the three late Foundation Establishment cultivators come from?"

Considering his weight in the eyes of Jiuqu Zhenren, how could Xia Zhengxuan let Fang Yi get away easily?

"Why don't you ask the three fellow Taoists to leave? That way, I and the other fellow Taoists can rest easy.
Could it be that the three Daoists in the late Foundation Establishment stage do not exist? Or are you just making up stories?"

Xia Zhengxuan was very confident.

There are a few great cultivators in the late foundation-building stage in Fengling Immortal City, excluding the Jiuqu lineage and the other great cultivators in the late foundation-building stage among the independent cultivators.

They were all driven by the major sects and transferred to Sudu Mountain to fight against the beast tide.

Including Lan Yuexuan and Master Chunyue who has made a breakthrough in his cultivation, there are still two missing.

"So that's the case, please show yourself to me, fellow Taoists."

Fang Yi laughed out loud.

A purple light fell, and a graceful voice sounded.

"My fellow Taoists, it's been a long time since we last met."

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

His cultivation level of the seventh foundation building level was clearly revealed.

At the same time, gray clouds rolled up, and a monk wrapped in a black robe, with a powerful aura and a slender figure, stepped into the valley from outside the formation.

Gu Jiushang's magical power was flowing throughout his body.

"Hello everyone, I'm here to help, entrusted by Fellow Daoist Fang."

"Eighth level of Foundation Establishment? Where did this independent cultivator come from? Or is this a secret support from Xuanyang Mountain?"

Xia Zhengxuan's expression changed slightly, but he couldn't give in.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, there's still one person missing!"

"Fellow Daoist Xia, you are so anxious that you are losing your mind. I am also going to take action to refine the Five Poison Cauldron.

Why are we still missing a foundation-building cultivator?"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a vast amount of spiritual energy gushed out from the azure spiritual spring.

The Five Poison Cauldron was raised, and five-colored smoke and mist flowed, surrounded by wisps of medicinal fragrance.

With the blessing of the spiritual vein, Fang Yi actually showed the cultivation level of the late stage of foundation building.

"The spirit holding method of the formation?"

The foundation-building masters in Changle Valley are at least the core members of the major Jindan forces.

This method of extracting spiritual veins and enhancing cultivation, even if it has never been used, has been seen in the inheritance.

"It is the Lingzhi method."

Fang Yi had a smile on his face. Regardless of the damage to his spiritual veins, he continued to draw the accumulated spiritual energy from his spiritual eyes.

"Junior Brother Fang is so decisive!"

Zhong He watched as the spiritual vein slowly degenerated as the dense spiritual energy at its core was extracted.

He exclaimed in admiration, then urged his magic sword to drop on one of the twelve orbs.

"boom!"

With the infusion of mana from a ninth-level foundation-building cultivator,

The thick soil and yellow rock formation glows brightly, and the energy is constantly rising.

Fang Yi bowed.

"Thank you, fellow Taoists!"

"Pharmacist Fang, you're too polite."

"Don't worry, Brother Fang, Chunyue will definitely do her best."

"It's just a small matter."

As the green, purple, green and blue spiritual lights flowed, one cultivator after another stepped into the center of each formation.

The energy of the thick soil and yellow rock formation continued to climb.

"boom!"

The shadows of mountains appeared in the formation diagram, with towering green peaks, vast and majestic, and it seemed as if it was about to break through the limit of the quasi-third level.

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

His spiritual sense swept over and saw several cultivators who had already left Changle Valley.

Qin Yu, dressed in a black robe, had a smile on his face and was chatting and laughing with Xia Zhengbai.

At the same time, he was vaguely blocking Xia Zhengbai's way.

Huo Zhao was surprised and shouted loudly as he watched the thick soil and yellow rock formation flow.

"Brother, this formation is so deep and terrifying! I wonder how far I will have to advance my cultivation.

That’s why it has this power.”

Fang Yi's mouth twitched slightly, feeling a little helpless.

After Huo Zhao established his Taoist foundation with the fragments of the [Erjiu Xuan Gong], he became more straightforward.

He evaluated in his heart.

"Yu'er, you are very thoughtful. I wonder if he could share more of the responsibilities of Qingzhi Tower and Kaogong Pavilion."
As for Zhao'er, well, he has a good talent for physical training.

"call!"

After exhaling a breath of foul air, Fang Yi slapped out with his palm.

"clang!"

The big cauldron roared, and the twelve magical prohibitions circulated, evolving into precious light.

It’s time to raise the cauldron and refine the treasure!
(End of this chapter)