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

Chapter 548: The Great Examination, the Dream Maker
In a blink of an eye, ten days had passed. Knowing the opening time of the disciple-recruiting ceremony, the number of monks coming and going on the Black Abyss Island became more and more lively.

One Fake Dan Zhenren, two cultivators whose status is not inferior to that of Fake Dan Zhenren, and the three of them accept disciples.

Such an opportunity is enough to make a Qi practitioner who has a 99% chance of building a foundation risk his life.

On the bluestone square in the center of the city, an altar carved from ancient wood has been set up, and all the monks from the island have gathered around the square.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The majestic drum beats sounded, cloud cranes cried softly, and the five-colored rainbow light turned into a stone bridge.

Two blue and one red, three rays of light fell at the same time.

Fang Yi took the lead and walked slowly to the platform.

He looked at the monks who were waiting eagerly under the platform, nodded slightly, and felt satisfied.

These cultivators had complex origins, some were casual cultivators who had obtained a manual by chance and hunted monsters to make a living;
They may be disciples from small foundation-building families who want to seek a master to help their family, or disciples from within or outside the sect who want to find a supporter.
These monks cultivated spiritual fields, hunted monsters, and bought and sold spiritual objects. The rapid development of Black Abyss Island accounted for at least 80% of the credit.

Looking at the expectant and longing eyes of each cultivator, Fang Yi knew that Heiyuan Island was far inferior to Dadu Ancient City, so he knew why this cultivator came here.

It's just the word 'hope'.
However, there are various sects and foundation-building families on the Black Abyss Island, various secret inheritances, and even foundation-building spiritual objects.
He would not give up hope for such high-quality cattle and horses that brought their own fodder, nor would he cut off the only bridle that could pull these monks.
Fang Yi spoke.

"All of you fellow Taoists have come here to become my disciples, so please be quiet and speak less."

"Yu'er!"

Following a soft cry, a handsome monk wearing a black silk robe and a green lotus crown on his head stepped out from under the platform.

Qin Yu bowed. "Greetings to Master, and to all the uncles."

He paused, and faced a Qigong cultivator, making a circle.

“Qin Yu greets all the fellow Daoists. The second round of the Dharma Assembly: brewing spiritual medicine, refining spiritual pills, or the top ten in the magic battle.

Fellow Daoists, you can choose any one of the three items and complete it to enter the final assessment."

Qin Yu held up a green scroll, and when it unfolded, red ink strokes appeared, transforming into a pill recipe and a spiritual recipe, which were placed on the scroll.

First-level low-grade elixir: Xuanqi powder.
First-level low-grade elixir: Qi-boosting elixir.
Facing the monk's confused gaze, Fang Yi did not explain.

He turned his head to look at the fake Dan Zhenren who was standing beside him in a plain white robe with his breath of wind lingering around him.

"Thank you, Uncle Qingfeng, for your help. If you have superior spiritual roots, you can be exempted from the second round of assessment and enter the final round."

"Hahaha, Junior Brother Fang, you're too polite. It's my duty to contribute to Black Abyss Island."

Qingfeng had a smile on his face. The benefits that Heiyuan Island had received in recent years had already completely bought him over.

Shops in the market, newly reclaimed spiritual fields, and the domestication of various spiritual birds
A little bit adds up to a lot, and it is also a great benefit for a real person who has been making pills for many years, not to mention that he has not been making pills for long.

To refine my natal magic weapon, my storage bag is cleaner than my face.
"disease!"

Master Qingfeng slapped his storage bag, and a dark light shot up into the sky, transforming into an ancient bronze mirror that hovered above his head.

The spells blended seamlessly with the ancient bronze mirror, and the mirror glowed faintly and rotated slowly.

"Buzz!"

Ancient runes emerged on the bronze mirror, and hundreds of rays of light flew out, shining on each monk one by one.

The Black Abyss Order rose from the cultivator's body like stars, transforming into rays of spiritual light.

The mirror light turned, and one hundred merits were deducted from the Jade Order of Black Abyss Island.

True Man Qingfeng nodded slightly, and uttered a spell from his sleeve again. The mirror light shot out and exploded, merging into the cultivator's body.

"Spirit-seeking mirror?"

"A soul-searching mirror of the highest grade magical instrument?" Standing beside the bluestone square, a knowledgeable foundation-building master exclaimed with surprise.

"Black Abyss Island is just emerging, and its heritage is surprisingly profound. It's specializing in refining a top-grade magical instrument for exploring spiritual roots?"

Top-grade magical weapon?

Where did this superb magical weapon come from?
Naturally, it was rented to explore the spiritual roots, the body, and even the hidden skills to see if they were forbidden by the soul engravings.

This spirit-detecting mirror, a top-grade magical instrument, is the legacy of the lineage of the Ancestral Hall rented by Fang Yi.

Black Abyss Island is just emerging, and its prosperity is only temporary due to the ceremony of recruiting disciples.

If the disciple-recruiting ceremony eventually comes to an end, and if there is no change, these cultivators will be implicated.

The number of cultivators on this Black Abyss Island will be reduced by at least 70%.

Black Abyss Island, with its shallow foundation, is far behind Dadu Ancient City.
Fang Yi would never allow this.
In this way, Black Abyss Island must demonstrate its profound heritage, even if it is a "superficial" heritage, even if it is a "powerless" heritage.

Must have!

This ancient soul-detecting mirror is one of them.

There are two fake elixir cultivators on Heiyuan Island, both of whom have top-grade Dao foundations, and their future is bright.

But they are independent cultivators who live on the edge of a knife and are from small families. They are outer disciples of Xuanyang Mountain.

I have no time, nor the energy to think about what might happen after Black Abyss Island.
"Crash!"

The five colors of spiritual light, red, blue, white, black and yellow, flow.

Above the monk's fontanelle, a series of spiritual root phenomena appeared.

Or it may transform into yellow rocks, giving rise to a sense of peace and stability;

Or the shadows of ancient green trees sway, their branches and leaves fluttering, a scene full of vitality emerges; or the river flows, blue waves surge.
However, this kind of spiritual light phenomenon was small and exquisite, and there was no seven-inch spiritual light scene.

Without top-grade spiritual roots, none of them can do it!
Cultivators with medium-quality spiritual roots are only one in ten, and are extremely rare.

“Master Guangsheng, I support Fang Yi. He is specially used to explore the foundation of cultivators. The spiritual mirror has unique consumables and is as precious as a third-level spiritual object.

Besides, the rituals and rituals of the forbidden arts are difficult to perform and are of little use, and there are only two of them in our sect." In a hidden pavilion in the market town, curls of concentration incense rose, and Xiao Lie's face showed dissatisfaction.

In terms of status and position, the position of the head of Xuanyang Mountain is only second to a few Jindan Zhenren who have suppressed the foundation.

He learned about the plans of the two immortals in the Patriarchal Hall from Immortal Tianque, and naturally felt disgusted with them.

A gleam of light flashed in Xiao Lie's eyes, and a hint of murderous intent emerged.

"Junior Brother Yan, when your old injuries are healed, I will hide my body and strike once Fang Yi is no longer useful, severing Fang Yi's path."

"Brother Xiao, why do you have to be like this? Fang Yi is just an ordinary foundation-building cultivator, even if his cultivation level goes up a level.

But how can a third-rate fake pill like this threaten my senior brother?"

Yan Youtai's mind was slightly tense, but he would not tell Xiao Lie that activating the Tianwu Jue would consume his vital energy, and he needed the help of a spiritual doctor to nourish his body.

"threaten?"

Xiao Lie swept his eyes over, his pupils reflecting the bluestone square, where there were three groups of cultivators refining elixirs, boiling elixirs, and fighting each other.

He laughed a few times and looked down on it.

"With just these useless cultivators, even if Fang Yi practices for another 500 years, he still can't shake my position as the head of the sect."

Pointing in the direction of the Xuanyang Mountain gate, Xiao Lie spoke meaningfully.

"Junior Brother Yan, what I worry about is not Fang Yi himself, but the people he relies on, Uncle Guangsheng and Uncle Hengyi.
The Jindan Zhenren has a profound foundation and terrifying magical powers. He has the ability to move mountains and overturn seas. I am no match for him."

"And Fang Yi?"

"He's just a Foundation Establishment Master."

Xiao Lie's eyes were filled with coldness. "Junior Brother Yan, please don't try to persuade me. A thief can be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't be on guard against thieves for a thousand days.

This matter must be resolved once and for all!
As for your old injury, I'll wait until you're fully recovered before taking action. A quasi-third-level spiritual healer at the ninth level of foundation building is more than enough to heal your old injuries." Yan Youtai's face was gloomy and uncertain. With his background and the help of the Heavenly Witch Jue, it was almost impossible for him to fail in condensing the True Pill.

A foundation-building cultivator only has a lifespan of four generations. Even if Fang Yi is a medical cultivator who is good at health preservation, he can only live to two hundred and forty years old.

There is a gap of 240 years between him and the True Dan Master.

How could he use this?
But Xiao Lie had a powerful aura and great momentum, and even the head of Xuanyang Mountain had some concerns after he condensed the pill.

Before the pill is formed, it is even more difficult to offend him.

"Forget it, everything is as my brother said.
But brother, please remember, just destroy Fang Yi's path, don't harm his life."

Seeing Yan Youtai back down, Xiao Lie did not push his luck any further, as he was fully confident.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Yan, I will look at the Buddha's face instead of the monk's. Since you have spoken, I will be careful about the situation.

Fang Yi will be spared."

In the bluestone square, Fang Yi smiled as he looked at the monks sitting cross-legged.

The fragrance of medicine is curling in front of me, and there are red fires, carved dragons and phoenixes, or ancient and majestic tripods.
"boom!"

A bronze cauldron rose and fell, and in an instant, the magic barrier broke, and the gray-black and smelly medicine liquid spread in all directions.

"Having barely made it to the first rank of lower-grade spiritual medicine, you dare to seek out Senior Brother Fang as your disciple? What do you think of me?"

Xu Qingshe held back her laughter and teased Fang Yi.

Zhenren Qingfeng, who was leaning on the wind bed behind him, also shook his head slightly, looking quite helpless.

"These independent cultivators and minor cultivators are truly bewildered and have lost their minds.

With such an almost incomparable medical skill, I will also dare to seek out you, my nephew, a master of medicine, to learn from me.
Where does the courage come from?

Fang Yiyun waved his sleeves, and a green streak fell into the bluestone platform, taking away the cultivator who failed to blow up the furnace.

He also felt helpless.

Refining elixirs or boiling spiritual medicines is difficult only because the medicinal properties of the medicines are mixed and at most a spiritual poison may be produced.

I never thought that such a stupid monk would appear.

Fryer?

He has cultivated himself for two lifetimes, four or five hundred years, but this is the first time he has seen such a situation.
"Oh!"

The alchemy furnace exploded, fire filled the air, and heat waves rolled in unstoppable.

Xu Qingshe's expression froze, and he also activated his magic power. A red light fell and turned into a red lotus, wrapping up the cultivator in time.

But they were still one step too late. Several monks who were preparing the elixir lost their focus and their magic power fluctuated, causing the elixir to turn into dregs.

"Brother Fang, is there any need for you and me to accept a disciple like this cultivator?"

Xu Qingshe sighed.

Tigers and leopards hide in the mountains, and unicorns hide in the fields.

When he first entered Xuanyang Mountain, he was only one step away from having a mid-grade spiritual root. If he had not had an outstanding character, he would not have been able to become a disciple.

Therefore, he did not attach too much importance to the qualifications of the monks.

I was looking forward to a pleasant surprise when I accepted a disciple, and I really hoped to find a successor who could not only pass on the Taoist tradition but also do some odd jobs for me.

But in the bluestone square, all the monks who were refining pills kept telling him this.

Idiot's dream!

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, pointed his fingertips, and green lotuses swayed, sending away several monks who failed to brew spiritual medicine.

"Junior Brother Xu, these cultivators are either unable to join the big sects or have average qualifications.

This skill is quite normal.”

Fang Yi paused, his lips moved, and he used the method of transmitting sound.

"The matter of accepting disciples must be halfway through, and Black Abyss Island should prepare for it every ten, five, or even three years.
At that time, Junior Brother and Uncle Qingfeng will also take action.'

"Brother, what's the point of accepting disciples like this?" Xu Qingshe looked puzzled. In the world of cultivation, power is respected.

A disciple who can build a foundation is better than a hundred Qi-cultivating monks.

What is the use of medium and low-grade spiritual roots for a cultivator who has not mastered the hundred arts of cultivating immortals?

"It's enough to attract monks to Black Abyss Island." Fang Yi's eyes were deep, like an ancient cold pool, and he spoke slowly.

"Junior brother, although there has been no major battle in Sudu Mountain in the past few years, you must not forget the original purpose of this Black Abyss Island.
Storm is coming?

In the entire Dayun Immortal Cultivation World, how many forces can allow a true master like Uncle Hengyi to speak? They are on guard."

“After the third assessment, cultivators with mid-grade spiritual roots will be evaluated on their foundation.

But I will definitely choose a cultivator with low-grade spiritual roots, accept him as my disciple, and teach him carefully."

"A disciple with low-grade spiritual roots?" Xu Qingshe looked strange. "Brother, among the cultivators brewing the spiritual medicine, there are three with medium-grade spiritual roots.

Why bother looking for a cultivator with low-grade spiritual roots?"

Fang Yi chuckled and looked at the hourglass floating in the air for timing without saying much.

If not, how can so many independent cultivators suffocate their dreams?

Without great opportunities, how can a cultivator stay on the Black Abyss Island?
The Lord of Black Abyss Island took a low-grade spiritual root cultivator with great perseverance as his disciple and taught him carefully.

Nothing could be more stimulating than this news to the wandering cultivators in Sudu Mountain.
"rustle!"

As the last grain of sand fell from the hourglass woven with green vines, Fang Yi took a step forward.

"clang!"

A top-grade magical bell for awakening the mind was raised.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and eliminated 50% of the cultivators who failed to refine spiritual medicine.

Even if you choose to dream with a cultivator of low-grade spiritual roots.

It also needs to be unique. Incompetent people are complete idiots who can't even brew a first-grade low-grade spiritual medicine.
"Let me see what the elixir you've refined looks like."

Fang Yi grabbed with his five fingers, and dozens of spiritual lights shot out, turning into a bowl-sized green lotus, wrapping more than twenty spiritual medicines.

A few moments.

Looking at the lush elixir in front of him, Fang Yi felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"Among the independent cultivators, there really is a hidden gem? And I've even encountered one?"

A green light flashed on the fingertips, and under the nervous gaze, it skimmed across a piece of exceptionally green ointment.

Looking at the monk in green clothes with a simple and honest face and a medicine basket slung around his waist.

Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness moved, and he fetched the jade scroll in his sleeve and flipped through it, revealing the information recorded by a cultivator.

Zhong Ji, a casual cultivator from Dadu Ancient City, has a mid-level spiritual root and has reached the fifth level of Qi training.
A portion of first-grade low-grade Xuanqi powder, the medicinal properties of the spiritual herbs are brought to the extreme, and it is almost possible to become a first-grade mid-grade spiritual medicine.

Feeling the warm medicinal power on his fingertips, Fang Yi pondered for a moment.

"Let's give it another try. If he really has such talent, having another disciple wouldn't be a bad idea."

(End of this chapter)