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

Chapter 492: Qingsong's Life Ends, Chiye Cliff Asks for Directions (Two-in-One)

Bizhu Garden.

A ray of azure water light fell, and Li Heng walked in a hurry with a sad face.

"Master, news has come from Xiaoxuanshan that my father is nearing the end of his life."

Li Heng's eyes were red. During the past twenty years, although he and Li Qingsong were separated by distance, they relied on the Ministry of Examination and Merit, and they often exchanged letters.

He hesitated.

"Master, I wonder if I can..."

Fang Yi looked at Li Heng, whose body was covered in steam and whose every move was accompanied by the sound of the tide.

He was quite satisfied with this disciple who possessed top-grade water spiritual roots and an innate sunflower water spiritual body.

Two years ago, the spiritual vein in Qingyuanfang City was upgraded, and Li Heng got the opportunity to refine a wisp of spiritual jade that was condensed from the origin.

Now I have completed the ninth level of Qi training and am only one step away from building the foundation.

"Heng'er, twenty-two years ago, you were only a ten-year-old child. In the blink of an eye, you are already thirty-two years old and have achieved perfection in your Qi training."

Fang Yi pondered for a moment.

"If your memory serves you correctly, Qingsong and I are about the same age. If you calculate his lifespan, he is no more than 112 years old.

He is proficient in the method of prolonging life, and he has not yet reached the foundation-building stage. Should he still have another three to five years to live?"

"It's for me."

Li Heng reached into his sleeve with his left hand and took out a palm-sized green spiritual fruit with wood grain all over it.

His shoulders trembled slightly, his eyes became moist, and his expression became more sad.

“Father, this is for me!
Two years ago, the spiritual vein in the market town was upgraded, and a disciple obtained a piece of Mu Yuan Jade.

After refining and completing the ninth level of Qi training, I wrote a letter to Xiao Xuanshan, hoping to make my father happy."

Li Heng choked with sobs.

“Yesterday, my brother received this second-level soul-nourishing fruit from my father to help me complete my spiritual path.

The disciple then learned that in order to obtain the soul-nourishing fruit, his father went to Lishan regardless of the danger.

When I returned to Xiaoxuan Mountain, my blood and essence burned out, and now I am using the secret method of the Xuan Coffin to seal away the last ray of life."

"Second-level Soul-Nourishing Fruit? Li Shan?"

Fang Yi was shocked.

Li Qingsong has been practicing in Xuanyang Mountain for nearly a hundred years since he entered the mountain at the age of ten.

At the last moment, I have to fight for my descendants.'

Lishan is always shrouded in fog that obscures spiritual consciousness, making it dangerous and sinister.

It is said to be an ancient battlefield left over from thousands of years ago, rich in soul-nourishing spiritual objects and countless opportunities.

Every few years, there are lucky people who get the opportunity in Lishan and soar to the sky.

But there are ten times and a hundred times more monks whose souls have been lost and their bones have been buried in Lishan Mountain.

Xuanyang Mountain had long ago warned its cultivators, even those at the foundation-building stage, not to go exploring Mount Li.

Fang Yi spoke.

"Qingsong is your father, and we are related by blood. It is understandable that you go to see him for the last time.
But, Heng'er, have you thought clearly about what identity you will use when you go to the Zhou family in Xiaoxuan Mountain? "

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Li Heng showed determination.

“The disciple wishes to visit as a blood relative.

Please Master, help me!
My father was very upset about marrying into my family in his early years. I, your disciple, want to move my father's body after his death and find a sacred place to bury him in Qingyuan Market.

In the future, when I establish the Li family, my father can be called the first ancestor!"

Li Heng paused for a moment and spoke cautiously.

"However, the Xiaoxuanshan Zhou family has been quite prosperous in recent years, and now has three foundation-building cultivators in charge."

Fang Yi suddenly realized and looked at Li Heng with a smile.

"So, Heng'er has set his sights on me, the Master?"

"Master."

Fang Yi chuckled and flicked his sleeves, not caring at all.

“Just three foundation-building monks.

Well. Zhao'er is refining his natal magic weapon, and calls Yu'er and Yueze as junior brothers.

There is also Dacheng, who is also purchasing elixirs in the market.

The three foundation-building masters will go with you.
I remember that the Zhou family now has two cultivators in the early stage of foundation building and one cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building."

Fang Yi was a little hesitant.

"The number of Foundation Establishment Masters I can mobilize is still a little short."

After Qin Yu and the other two left, the Seven Rings needed to suppress the market town.

When it came to the critical moment of refining the corpse puppet Chi Yin, he could not spare the time to go to Xuanyang Mountain.

Xiaoxuan Mountain has been managed by the Zhou family for more than three hundred years and is filled with magical arrays and restrictions.

Although Qin Yu, Fan Dacheng and Yue Ze can suppress the Zhou family, they are not safe.

"Ok?"

Fang Yi looked up and saw the vortex of spiritual energy gathered in the market slowly dissipating.

"Li Xuan has established his foundation.

Well, that’s perfect.”

Fang Yi took out a token from his sleeve.

"Heng'er, you must use my decree to order Li Xuan to accompany you."

Li Heng respectfully took the token, bowed his head, and spoke with a sob.

"Disciple. Disciple thanks Master."

"Hmm," Fang Yi waved his hand. "Go ahead, make the most of your time, and don't act like a child."

"Yes!"

Li Heng put the token into his sleeve and retreated towards Bizhu Garden.

When Fang Yi saw Li Heng walking away, his eyes seemed to see through the magic ban and looked towards Xuanyang Mountain.

"As the purple smoke passes away, the green pine's life comes to an end, and one familiar person is missing."

The next day.

Above Qingyuanfang Market.

Fang Yi wore a black jade crown, with green lotuses swaying on his robe. He looked at Li Heng bowing to him.

"Master, I thank you." Li Heng seemed to suppress his sadness and bowed.

"Master, don't worry. I will take good care of my junior brother." Qin Yu promised.

"Well, Yu'er, your cultivation has improved.

My natal magic weapon, the Green Water and Green Lotus Flag, after being refined with a second-grade top-grade lotus seed, is also top-grade among the best magic weapons.

The foundation-building masters in Xiaoxuan Mountain can't stop you."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, slapped his storage bag, and a blue flying sword fell into Li Xuan's arms.

"Li Xuan, you have just forged your Dao foundation, and your life-defining magical weapon has not yet been forged. This top-grade magical weapon, the Water Cloud Sword, is bestowed upon you."

Li Xuan showed surprise and knelt down to salute.

"Thank you, Uncle Fang, for the treasure."

Fang Yi nodded slightly. He already had a plan in mind for Li Xuan.

"Li Xuan, since you acknowledge me as your uncle, after Heng'er returns from Xiaoxuan Mountain.

You can summon the monks from the Li family of Qianzhi Garden in the Central Plains.

After all, the Qianzhi Garden on Lingyang Peak has been run by the Li family for three hundred years. It is understandable that there were no cultivators in the family who had reached the foundation-building stage.

Now, Li Xuan, you are building your foundation. This family business of three hundred years cannot fall into the hands of others."

Li Xuan suddenly raised his head.

Then he sensed the support in Fang Yi's words, and was filled with disbelief and ecstasy.

"Thank you, Uncle Fang Yi! Thank you, Uncle Fang Yi!"

Li Xuan's heart was burning with passion, and his ambition was completely ignited.

The Thousand Plant Garden on Lingyang Peak had been divided up by the three major foundation-building families. He was weak and alone and had no hope.

But if there is Fang Yi, the great cultivator in the late foundation building stage, to support him.

With a backer, the result will be completely different.

"Well, it's getting late, let's go to Xuanyang Mountain early."

Fang Yi waved his hand, not caring at all.

Lingyang Peak is the place where Xuanyang Mountain assigns outer disciples.

If he could be brought under control, his lineage would be able to continuously absorb new blood from the outer disciples.

Li Xuan was just a piece he dropped casually. It would be nice if he succeeded, but it wouldn't be a pity if he lost.

"and many more!"

Fang Yi suddenly spoke, hinting at something.

"Heng'er, you went to Xiaoxuan Mountain and forcibly seized the body, which is against the rules of the sect.

Fellow students abused him and he was criticized by thousands of people.
Even your blood brothers cannot tolerate you
How should you deal with it?

"Is it a problem for Master?" Li Heng said after a moment's hesitation.

"No!" Fang Yi showed disdain.

"But it will hinder the future of Senior Brother Qin and Senior Brother Huo." Li Heng spoke again.

"Nothing!" Fang Yi felt a little interested.

"What does it have to do with me if my fellow disciples insult me ​​or my blood relatives disown me?"

Li Heng sneered.

"My essence and blood came from my parents, and later, I was blessed by my master and accepted as his disciple."

Afterwards, the senior brothers were friendly and patient in their guidance.

What relationship do the rest of my fellow disciples and blood relatives have with me?"

"What if your father also doesn't want to?" Fang Yi narrowed his eyes and spoke.

"In the Zhou family of Xiaoxuan Mountain, your father married into the family for over sixty years and has five sons, four daughters, and twenty-seven grandchildren.

Your father's affection for his many bloodlines is no less than yours.
If we act according to your words, the remaining descendants of Qingsong will have a much harder time."

"so what?
I only care about Master and my two brothers."

Li Heng seemed to understand the meaning of testing Fang Yi.

"My father has his own choices, and I have mine.

If my father blames me, I will accept it."

A smile appeared on Li Heng's lips.

"Besides, Master has long taught me that the many forces in the world of immortal cultivation have different standpoints. There is only victory and defeat, not right or wrong.

When I have forged a superior foundation, the Xiaoxuanshan Zhou family, a powerful family that has always been able to bend and stretch, will definitely try to please me."

"How can a high-grade Dao foundation be so simple?
If you only build a medium-grade Dao foundation, or even a low-grade Dao foundation, or even fail to build a foundation
Heng'er, what should you do?"

Fang Yi's eyes became more and more interested.

Li Heng bowed slightly with a flattering look on his face.

"Then I'll trouble you, Master, to take some trouble.

The disciples are not helpless and struggling to survive.

The master is a great cultivator in the late foundation building stage, and Uncle Xu is also a famous alchemist in the sect.
Master, you have taken great pains to protect Heng'er. When I condense my golden elixir, I will definitely repay you well."

"Heng'er, you are actually making empty promises for your teacher."

Fang Yi had a smile on his face, as if he saw some of himself in Li Heng, and he felt quite satisfied.

He patted the storage bag.

"Wow!"

A wind-feathered eagle puppet with sky-blue feathers, broad and powerful wings, slender feathers, and an upright and elegant posture is suspended in the air.

"Heng'er, you practiced the third-level water technique [Bran Sea Sutra], and your life-defining magical weapon, the Jade Sea Tide Pearl, also used it to refine the eight magical prohibitions.

Your two senior brothers love you very much and have no shortage of magical instruments and talismans.

This Wind Spirit Eagle puppet is a quasi-second-level puppet, which I used in my early years. Now I give it to you."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a green jade slip fell into Li Heng's arms.

"This jade slip records the secret technique of the Puppet Dao: the Qingfeng Wandering Body Technique. With your experience, it won't be difficult to learn this technique.

This is enough to make up for your shortcomings in escape techniques."

"Master, such kindness is beyond my commiseration."

Looking at the desire in Li Heng's eyes, Fang Yi smiled playfully and stretched out five fingers as if to take Feng Ling back.

"Then I will take back this Wind Feather and give it to Yu'er."

"Brother, your words are golden. How can you go back on your word?" Li Heng quickly put away the Feng Lingying puppet.

"You naughty monkey, get out of here
The journey to Xuanyang Mountain is long, so we should act early."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and with an invisible force, he threw Li Heng out of Qingyuan Market.

A quarter of an hour later, Gu Jiushang walked into Bizhu Garden holding a red gourd, and saw Fang Yi with a smile on his face, in a good mood.

"Why are you so happy, Master?"

"Senior Brother Gu must have known about Heng'er's matter." Fang Yi said.

"Heng'er has a strong character and excellent aptitude. After returning from Xuanyang Mountain with his wish fulfilled, he should be able to achieve a high-grade Dao foundation."

"Top-grade Dao Foundation? Master, are you so optimistic about Li Heng?"

Gu Jiushang looked shocked.

That is a top-grade Taoist foundation.

Excluding the hidden Fang Yi, Xuanyang Mountain, as the overlord of Dayun's immortal cultivation world, has more than 200 foundation-building masters, and one of them is Zhang Heng, a top-grade Taoist master.

"Hmm," Fang Yi nodded slightly. "Heng'er has a top-grade water spiritual root and a sunflower water spiritual body. His aptitude is not inferior to that of a cultivator with earth spiritual roots.

With this kind of mentality, the possibility of condensing a pill in the future will be far greater than that of Yu'er and Zhao'er."

Gu Jiushang became more and more surprised.

As a human puppet, he was deeply trusted by Fang Yi and naturally knew Fang Yi's evaluation of Qin Yu and Huo Zhao.

There is hope in the later stage of foundation building, and it is not difficult to become a fake elixir master.

As for condensing the pill, it depends on opportunity.

“Well, there is hope for Dan Ning.

Heng'er's talent is superior to Yu'er and Zhao'er, and after the matter of Xiaoxuan Mountain is completed, there is nothing else to delay his cultivation."

Fang Yi pondered for a moment.

"Brother Gu, upgrade the foundation-building spiritual item prepared for Heng'er.
The best Taoist foundation requires the perfection of the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit. Li Qingsong sent a second-level soul-nourishing fruit, which is enough to perfect one of the ways of God.

As for the perfect treasure, [Hanhai Jing] is a third-level skill, which has its own secret method to make the body perfect.

Mr. Gu, please prepare some elixirs to replenish essence and blood.
As for the top-grade foundation-building pill, well, it all depends on Heng'er's luck."

"Yes, sir."

Gu Jiushang nodded in agreement, then took out the red gourd and presented it to Fang Yi.

"Master, this is the monster blood you specifically instructed Wang Ming to obtain from Sudu Mountain."

Fang Yi took the gourd, and his magic power surged and spewed out. The yellow talisman on the gourd mouth mountain spontaneously combusted without wind.

Red light flowed on the gourd magic weapon, and a strong smell of blood hit my face.

“This is the second-grade, mid-grade blood of hundreds of beasts, of excellent quality, worthy of being from Sudu Mountain.

With this gourd of beast blood, it is enough for Chi Yin, who is nurtured in the spiritual spring, to enter the second-level upper grade."

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and a green magic ban was drawn, sealing the gourd again.

There was a gloom in his eyes.

"Does Wang Ming have any doubts about the usefulness of this blood of hundreds of beasts?"

"Not really." Gu Jiushang said.

"Master, over the past two years, you have been refining quasi-third-level spiritual medicines and auctioning them at the Qingyuan Market.

There are more and more monks coming and going in this market.

Among them were the evil cultivators of the White Bone Sect, the independent cultivators and robber cultivators in the territory of Fengling Fairy City, because of the incident of the White Bone Sect in Xiaoyuanling robbing each other.

They continue to gather towards Qingyuan Market."

Gu Jiushang had a strange expression on his face, but there was a smile in his eyes.

“These Tribulation Cultivators and Demon Cultivators were frightened by the annihilation of the cultivators from Xiaoyuan Ridge.

It would be fine if there was no choice, but now there is a choice. Qingyuan Market has the reputation accumulated by Xuanyang Mountain over the generations.

Even if the White Bone Sect gave repeated assurances, he would not go to the White Bone Sect and the newly opened dark market.

Wang Mingduo thought that it was a demon cultivator who was looking for him to buy the blood of the hundred beasts.

Fang Yi nodded slightly.

The territory of Fengling Fairy City, as a holy land for independent cultivators, has gathered many cultivators.

Qingyuan Market was newly opened, and a lot of things needed to be rebuilt. Whether it was elixirs, talismans, array weapons, or cultivators who had settled in the market, none of them were as good as Xiaoyuanling, which had been operating for hundreds of years.

Moreover, there are many gaps in the cave's spiritual veins.

In the past two years, Fang Yi has rented and sold many shops and tied up many foundation-building cultivators.

Wang Ming is just one of them.

Fang Yi considered it for a moment.

“All the cave houses and shops in the market that can be sold have been sold. The remaining cave houses and shops will be left to the descendants of my lineage.

Well."

Fang Yi took out a jade bottle with a lingering fragrance of elixir from his sleeve.

"Everything is ready, now all that's missing is a fire.

Mr. Gu, take this low-grade foundation-building pill as the finale of this year's Qingyuanfang City auction.

With this pill, it should be able to attract many foundation-building seeds, and even people who have reached the foundation-building stage.
I will then have to work hard to select the talents that can be used. After all, the foundation of Qingyuan Market is a little lacking."

Three days later.

The silver moon hangs high in the sky, and a misty drizzle falls, making the Qingyuan market a little damp.

Bizhu Garden, in a cave.

Looking into the spiritual spring, with her hands on her knees and her bare hair dancing, she looked like the red Yin of a baby in the placenta.

Fang Yi probed into it with his spiritual sense.

"Gulu.Gulu"

The spiritual spring rolled, and the gray-black corpse fire turned into a third-grade lotus platform, continuously extracting and refining the dense spiritual energy in the spiritual spring.

"good!
Whether it's bones, flesh, blood, or soul and magic power, Chi Yin has already reached the peak of the second-level intermediate grade.

It's only a hair's breadth away from the second-grade upper grade."

Fang Yi's mind moved, and the banner of the withered and flourishing world swayed behind him. The rich vitality of the plants and trees gathered together and turned into a bright green glow.

"disease!"

"Crash!"

A large jade hand stretched out from the ancient banner and plucked the gray-black third-grade corpse lotus slowly but quickly.

Fang Yi took a step forward and stepped into the withered and prosperous small cave together with the corpse lotus.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The placenta transformed from Chi Yin was beating.

The scarlet quagmire of flesh and blood was filled with a sinister aura.

The third-grade corpse lotus swayed, and the lotus stem was like an umbilical cord, constantly extracting pure blood essence from the mire of flesh and blood.

The magical power around Fang Yi's body flowed and turned into a gray-green Tai Chi diagram, which flowed endlessly.

Looking at the blood pool, the gurgling Yin Qi continued to gush out, and the Chi Yin's Qi continued to rise.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"disease!"

Fang Yi used his magical power to offer up the red gourds filled with the blood of hundreds of beasts.

"Crash!"

The nine gourds tilted one by one, and scarlet blood fountains gushed out like waterfalls.

In just a few breaths, the deep mire of flesh and blood was filled with the fragrant blood of animals.

The swaying third-grade corpse lotus became more and more enchanting.

"Chi Yin, refine the blood of all beasts in the nine gourds as much as you can. Don't let me down."

Fang Yi's fingertips changed the magic formula, a ray of precious light evolved behind him, and blue and gray spiritual light flowed.

The shadow of the Ruin Realm's withered and flourishing banner appeared behind him.

"disease!"

A dim yellow mist swirled around, and strange and profound runes flowed on the banner.

"The Secret Method of Corpse Dao: True Blood Offering Primordial Sacrifice!"

"boom!"

The banner of the Ruins Realm of Withering and Flourishing fell and exploded, turning into a series of strange and deep runes that fell down.

The corpse qi contained in the corpse pile was like a big river, flowing towards the mire of flesh and blood.

"Roar!"

Chi Yin, who has a young face, is becoming more and more energetic.

The corpse qi surged, and within a few breaths, a young boy with a green face, fangs, red hair and draped shoulders, and dark pupils appeared on the enchanting third-grade corpse lotus.

Black spots the size of copper coins continued to evolve on the fair and tender skin.

Fang Yi's face turned serious, he clenched his five fingers into a fist and hammered his chest.

"Pfft!"

"Gurgle. Gurgle" the greedy sucking sound came from the third-grade corpse lotus.

Yin energy flowed, and the shadow of an ancient bronze altar appeared.

"Nourish the blood with blood, nourish the soul with flesh, sacrifice the blood of the living, and transform the corpse into the Tao"

A strange and wild chant echoed.

The sounds of sucking, chewing, and bones breaking rose and fell in the mire.

Time passes slowly.

One day.
Two days
Three days
Ten days.
January.
The Chi Yin in the bloody mire had an increasingly mellow aura, but it was always suppressed by Fang Yi, preventing it from breaking through to the upper level of the second stage.

Thousands of cultivators sacrificed their blood, a second-order mid-grade Yin Vein, and three cultivators at the peak of the foundation-building stage served as the foundation.

It took such a huge price to get a corpse that was expected to be at the third level.

This kind of corpse refining has a pure foundation and a bright future. There is a possibility that in the future, it will be possible to get a glimpse of the position of the fourth-level drought demon in the corpse path.

Fang Yi must let Chi Yin work his foundation to the limit.

one year later.

A light breath was heard from the withered and prosperous little cave.

"disease!"

The essence and blood in the mire of flesh and blood were completely devoured by Chi Yin.

Fang Yi's hands, with distinct joints, changed the spells and cast a series of corpse-refining seals.

The secret art of the corpse way: the Xuanyin Shengyuan method.

"Roar!!"

Chi Yin's white and tender hands tore the placenta apart, and he howled towards the sky. A red, hot corpse gas rose into the sky.

"boom!"

Everything will fall into place.

Chi Yin easily broke through the bottleneck and became a second-grade top-grade Hades Corpse.

"Next, it's time to head to Sudu Mountain."

Fang Yi stepped out of the Kurong Small Cave, put away the Kurong Banner of the Ruins Realm, and cast a jade talisman.

It transformed into a ray of light and flew towards Sudu Mountain.

Ten days later.

Chiye Cliff is only eight hundred miles away from Sudu Mountain. Because of a Yin vein there, it is the gathering place of demonic cultivators.

"Roar!"

Feeling the withered and prosperous small cave and Chi Yin's covetousness, the green escape light landed on a rocky beach.

"call!"

Ghosts howled, phantom flames flickered, and an old monk with a withered face and white hair walked out from the rocky beach.

Fang Yi's eyes flashed with brilliance as he sensed the pure corpse energy surrounded by magical restrictions in the center of the Red Night Cliff.

he murmured.

"nice one!

It's a good opportunity, a wild second-level blood corpse will be of some benefit to Chi Yin."

As he took a step forward, a gray cloud of corpses spread out towards the Red Night Cliff.

"Who dares to act so wildly in my Red Night Cliff?"

The wind howled, and two foundation-building auras rose. At the same time, two mourning sticks, one black and one white, came towards Fang Yi.

"Die, old ghost!"

"Hehehe, a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building actually came to my door. It's destined that the two evils of Chiye will make a fortune!"

"Brother Sun, please leave this old cultivator's soul to me. My Thousand Souls Banner is not far from becoming a top-grade magical weapon."

"Haha, don't worry. I only want this old thing's flesh and blood to make a sacrifice."

"Roar!"

A young boy with red hair and a childish face walked out from the withered and flourishing banner of the ruins world.

His dark pupils moved, and Chi Yin looked towards the center of Chiye Cliff with longing.

Fang Yi patted Chi Yin's soft long hair lovingly.

"Go ahead, see some blood, and leave behind a bloody meal."

"roar~"

With Fang Yi's permission, Chi Yin's eyes lit up with joy, and fire energy flowed around his body. In an instant, he disappeared in front of Fang Yi.

"Twenty-two. Second-level, top-grade corpse refining! Let's go!!"

"late!"

Fang Yi's sleeves fluttered, and gray clouds flew out from his sleeves, blocking the Chiye Cliff.

The spiritual cloud rolled and turned into a recliner. Fang Yi lay comfortably on the recliner, watching Chi Yin slaughtering the monks on the cliff.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Pfft!"

Chi Yin's white and tender hands passed through Sun Shun's chest, and a warm heart was held in his hands.

"Crash!"

The gray corpse energy turned into chains, binding Xie An, whose limbs were broken, and dragged Xie An along like Chi Yin offering a treasure.

She held the heart in her hand and reluctantly held it in front of Fang Yi.

"Haha, I don't have to."

Fang Yi smiled slightly and signaled Chi Yin to take the "snacks" himself.

Smelling the bloody smell, Fang Yi cast a small purification spell.

"My fellow Taoist, I want to ask you something."

(End of this chapter)