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

Chapter 549: On the stone steps, the 'disciple' appears

Fang Yi's fingertips skimmed across the water like a dragonfly, searching for the elixir among the green lotuses.

Half an hour later, a ray of light washed away the ointment on the fingertips, and Fang Yi spoke.

"Cultivator A, number seven, has medicinal properties that are inferior. Cultivator B, number three, has impurities that haven't been completely extracted. Cultivator D, number five, has a spiritual medicine mixed with other medicinal properties..."

If you make such a mistake, you will leave on your own and miss this disciple-recruiting ceremony..."

After confirming that the remaining elixirs had varying degrees of efficacy, but were all above the first-grade lower level, Fang Yi cast his gaze on the cultivator with a nervous expression standing under the stone platform.

"Your medical skills are quite good, and the spiritual medicines you have refined are all ready. Now it's time for the final test of your experience and experience..."

If it's just to exchange for the spiritual objects on the Merit List, you can give up the third level assessment...

Let me be frank with you, the Black Abyss Island does not accept trash.

This third level of assessment is life-threatening. Even if you have the care of a Foundation Establishment elder, you are likely to perish..."

Xu Qingshe held a pill in his hand, and the surging and hot energy covered him.

"Brother Fang is right. If you leave now, you can be safe. If you are too greedy and lack the talent, your life will be in danger.
If you want to exchange for inheritance, there is no need to take risks."

Outside the bluestone square, the monks who were watching were talking about it. There was a lot of noise everywhere. Several Qigong monks were already hesitant.
Could it be that the three ancestors of the Black Abyss Island have no intention of accepting disciples?
Before the ceremony of recruiting disciples began, there was no mention of any concern for one's life.

Many monks who participated in the assessment looked at Fang Yi and Xu Qingshe in awe.
Fang Yi and Xu Qingshe spoke up. No one dared to ignore such a Qi-cultivating cultivator.

Fang Yi was not in a hurry when he saw this. He moved his mind slightly, and a token with the words "yellow sand" engraved on it on his waist began to glow.

Lines of array patterns spread out from the ground, and the yellow sand array in the Black Abyss Island began to operate.

"Boom!"

Yellow sand is flying and brown light is faint.

The stone steps were covered with heavy runes, lifting up the altar under Fang Yi's boots and continuously spreading into the air.

The stone steps kept growing, one zhang, ten zhang, a hundred zhang.
Until it reached a height of a hundred feet, the brown spiritual light dissipated and the stone steps stopped rising.

"Buzz!"

On the stone steps, surging evil spirit swirled, transforming into knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hatchets, hooks, and forks.

The ferocious evil soldiers, with a chilling air, were roaming on the stone steps.

Xu Qingshe narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed with his five fingers, and the rich fiery spiritual power turned into a sea of ​​fire that enveloped the stone steps.

"Boom!"

A three-legged incense burner with a beast head fell from the altar. A stick of incense in the burner was lit, and smoke curled up.

Fang Yi's solemn words echoed in the air.

"Within one stick of incense, anyone who steps onto these stone steps will be able to participate in the final Dharma Assembly assessment.

The rest are deemed to have given up automatically, and the Black Abyss Island lineage has no connection with them.
As for the second-level inheritance, after the disciple-recruiting ceremony is over, fellow Taoists can exchange it for it on their own."

A ray of spiritual light flew out from Fang Yi's sleeve and turned into a green scroll, which was unfolded on the platform a hundred feet high.

The projections of magical instruments flowed one after another, and the inheritances of elixirs, medicines, formations, and medicine emerged one after another.

"The spiritual objects and magical instruments that can be exchanged for the second round of the Dharma Assembly, as well as the various inheritance grades, are among them."

Second-rank low-grade medical inheritance [Theory of Spiritual Medicine], second-rank low-grade alchemy inheritance [Theory of Red Fire Pill], second-rank low-grade array inheritance [Small Yijia Array Book], second-rank low-grade spiritual plant husband inheritance [The True Explanation of Small Cloud Rain].
"Second-level inheritance? Not quasi-second-level?"

Next to the market, the monks frowned and muttered to themselves as they looked at the ferocious stone steps engulfed in flames.

With such power, could it be that the monk from Black Abyss Island really has no intention of accepting disciples?

But based on his previous actions, he did not want to fool so many monks.

'It can already be exchanged for a second-level inheritance, although it is only a lower-grade second-level one.

But the final disciple-recruiting ceremony is so dangerous, so we should not let the monks in the clan take the risk.

Next to the market, half of the foundation-building cultivators were already attracted by the spiritual objects on the merit list.

He immediately mobilized his magic power, and with his lips moving, he kept trying to dissuade the monks in the clan.

All of you cultivators who are able to establish the foundation of Tao are naturally no ordinary people.

It was not because he was afraid of his blood relatives or the death of his disciples, but because he relied on what Fang Yi said.

Once you step onto the stone steps, if you fail to reach the end, you will not be able to obtain the second-level inheritance.

All the hard work and financial investment over the years will be lost.

Even for a person who has established his foundation, the loss was heavy.

The Zhao family of Black Snake Cave, the Lu family of Green Bamboo Peak, and the Gu family of Hengsong Lake
The masters of the long-established foundation-building families spoke up, either persuading them to give up or giving them orders.
Each family has been passed down for a long time, seeking stability rather than perfection.

"Huai'er, you are a spiritual doctor carefully trained by our clan. You can exchange it for a second-level inheritance. There is no need to risk your life like this."

"Brother Ce, the clan's ancestor has ordered you to withdraw from the assessment.

After that, exchange it for the second-level low-grade spiritual plant husband's inheritance [Xiao Yunyu Zhenjie]."

"Grandson, this test is dangerous. You and I can just take the prize and be safe."

"Ancestor Fang, Lu Huai withdraws!"

"Zheng Ce quit!"

"Su Caifeng quit!"

Looking at the monks leaving one by one, Fang Yi on the stone platform felt neither happy nor sad.

Although he occupied the spiritual vein of Black Abyss Island, he had not yet condensed his elixir and was only a foundation-building cultivator.

Although the quasi-third-level medical skills are tempting to cultivators from all sides, they are not enough for the Foundation Establishment Family to do anything for.

'Brother, if these cultivators knew that the Cleansing Evil Qi and Bone Refining Flame on these stone steps are treasures for tempering the foundation.

I don’t know, hey.’ The strange look in Xu Qingshe’s eyes became more and more intense.

"The Zhao family of Black Snake Cave, the Lu family of Green Bamboo Peak, and the Gu family of Hengsong Lake, each of these families only has one or two foundation-building cultivators in charge.

Junior brother is looking forward to the performance of these forces. Will you regret missing out on such an opportunity?"

A stick of incense in the bronze tripod burned out. Looking at the monk who was climbing up the stone steps, enduring the pain, with his hair flying.

"Seventeen?"

Among the cultivators who entered the stone steps, there were only seventeen cultivators in the fields of alchemy and medicine.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and rays of spiritual light flew out from the storage bag and shot onto both sides of the stone steps.

The white spiritual light transformed into several triangular flags, and as the magic power surged, it was cast out along with a series of magic spells.

The formation flags floated in the air without wind, spewing out thick clouds and mist that completely covered the stone steps.

The clouds and mist connected to each other, forming a small space of formation. Second-level intermediate grade: Mysterious Formation.

The Seven Commandments used the Small Maze Formation as its foundation and refined a second-order, mid-grade formation.

This formation is enough to block the energy of the stone steps, revealing only the monks who are constantly climbing.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, then set his gaze on the stone steps.

He murmured in his mind.

Even if you choose a low-grade spiritual root, there is a reason for it, so many cultivators can follow it.
If they only rely on their temporary preferences, many cultivators in the Black Abyss Island will probably lose hope and have no motivation.
This won't do!

On the stone steps stood monks, some wearing plain white robes, some wearing colorful lotus crowns, and some with graceful figures and charming eyes.
Fang Yi glanced at them one by one, and even Zhong Ji, who had mid-grade spiritual roots and was the best at refining spiritual medicines, was left behind.

But Fang Yi just glanced past without stopping.

What he wanted was never the genius cultivators. The cultivators with superior qualifications would naturally be recruited by various forces, so how could they have fallen into decline until now?

Instead, he is a 'dream chaser' with low qualifications, inferior spiritual roots, and a deep hatred.

Fang Yi activated the Plum Blossom Yishu, and the shadow of a hexagonal cold plum appeared in his eyes. At the same time, his withered and flourishing magic power was running, constantly spying on the foundation of the cultivator on the stone steps.

"This won't work. Although the family's monks are from a side branch, they have a good family background and are not painful enough."
This is also not possible. A mid-grade spiritual root is not enough to attract the attention of a casual cultivator.
She has a graceful figure, and this person cannot do that. He will mistakenly think that this beautiful female cultivator is my concubine.'

"Hmm!" Fang Yi's gaze paused and fell on a monk with a slender figure, a firm face, but a hint of hatred hidden in his eyes.

'This person is not bad'

The green jade scroll in his sleeve flipped quickly, and Chu Jing's information was transmitted into Fang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness.

Chu Jing, a low-grade wood spirit root, has a fourth-level Qi training level, and medical skills, barely making it to the first-level low-grade level.
However, he practiced diligently on weekdays, strengthening his body day and night, and was never seen relaxing in the brothels and hotels in the market town.

hard work
Low qualifications
There seems to be some hatred
It's him!

Fang Yi's sleeves fluttered, and the vitality fell down and turned into green lotus flowers.

Let the many monks see for themselves the man who has successfully pursued his dream, the man-made protagonist.
On the brown stone steps.

Chu Jing was wearing a linen robe, his eyes were bloodshot, and the blue veins on his forehead were twisted like earthworms.

Feeling the increasingly scorching heat, he licked his dry lips, lifted his foot, and took another difficult step forward.

The stone staircase is a hundred feet high and has a thousand stone steps.

With every stone step you take, the hot and scorching heat and the bone-penetrating evil energy come one step closer.

But he has already crossed the halfway mark.

Chu Jing kept motivating himself in his heart, calculating how many stone steps he had to cross.

Five hundred and thirty-nine

Five hundred and eighty-one
Five hundred and ninety-three

Six hundred!

"Buzz!"

Runes flowed on the stone steps, and the vast aura and surging majesty rose again.

Looking at the monks who were gradually moving away, Chu Jing gritted his teeth, and a trace of despair gradually emerged in his heart. He was already the last one.

How could a quasi-third-level spiritual doctor, a great cultivator in the late foundation-building stage, be interested in a young cultivator in the fourth level of Qi training?

“This is my only chance!
The Shen family is powerful, with two foundation-building masters in the family. It is rare for the three ancestors of the Black Abyss Island to accept disciples.
If you miss this opportunity, there will be no chance of avenging that blood feud!"

"puff!"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Chu Jing didn't care about his future path. He burned his own vital energy and continuously raised his Qi.

Six hundred and thirty-five steps
Six hundred and seventy-eight steps
Seven hundred and first level.
The power of the stone steps rose again. Chu Jing's face turned pale and his mind was in a trance. Only one belief remained.

Climb up!
Climb onto the platform!

Fang Yi frowned slightly, looking at the charming female cultivator who was about to reach the top.

Hu Mei'er, a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi training, has low-grade water spiritual roots and is beautiful.
He shook his head in his heart, determined not to let anyone disrupt his plan.

The magic formula in his sleeve changed slightly, and the anger on the stone steps became more intense.

At some point, the aroma of decay merged into the maze.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine!
Looking at the altar so close to her, Hu Meir was overjoyed.

Just as she was about to take the last step, a trace of confusion emerged in her autumn-water eyes.

As she turned around, her body stopped again, her expression changing from happy to sad.

A few moments.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood mist gushed out, Hu Meir's energy dropped, the magic power in her meridians went out of control, and she rolled down the stone steps.

The magic power in the meridians was churning, and without the protection of spiritual light, a flame passed through the robe and burned the female cultivator's creamy skin.

A series of charred marks appeared on Hu Meir's body.

"Boom!"

Hu Meir rolled down the stone steps, her whole body was weak, her chest heaving slightly, as if she was about to die.

"Yu'er, take this young friend down to get some treatment!"

Fang Yi exclaimed softly.

"Yes, Master!"

Qin Yu took a step forward, bowed his head and saluted, then raised the Hundred-Leaf Green Lotus Flag, which released a trace of vitality and slowly healed Hu Meir's body.

"Ok?"

Looking at the monks who were getting closer to the top and about to finish walking up the stone steps, Fang Yi frowned slightly.

These independent cultivators dare to risk their lives, and they do have some foundation.

Kidao Illusion: Ten Thousand Leaves Are Not Flowers!
The magic spells in his sleeves changed, and an increasingly dense aura of decay flowed over the nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps.

"Puchi!" Another monk in a plain robe fell into the illusion, and the fire and evil spirit invaded his soul.

The monk's face was distorted, and in a few breaths, just like Hu Meir, his magic power went out of control, his essence and blood dissipated, and he rolled down the stone steps.

"Illusion!"

On the bluestone square, several foundation-building masters looked at each other, and as they looked at the monks who were constantly climbing, they suddenly realized something.

The fire will invades the soul, the evil spirit confuses the mind, the disciples accepted by the Black Abyss Island are monks with good character.
A quasi-third-level pharmacist and a quasi-third-level alchemist, who are qualified and have a solid foundation, but do not place too much emphasis on the spiritual roots of the cultivators.
　Regarding the lame update, I've been really busy with work lately and can barely maintain 4 a day without taking any leave.

　　Fellow Daoists, you should all know what I do. My workload has more than doubled during the New Year holiday. I will resume working 6 days a day starting tomorrow. Occasionally, I will burst out
　　
　
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