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

Chapter 567: Spiritual Object Five Element Soil, Retreat to Conduce the Pill
Above the gate of Xuanyang Mountain, a green auspicious cloud rolled, supporting two lively monks.

Feeling the pure and tenacious energy around Fang Yi, Zhang Hengyi sighed.

“I originally thought that Junior Brother Fang had only condensed his Dao foundation at the fourth level, but I never thought that he could go even further.

The fifth-grade Dao foundation is the most advanced foundation-building cultivator in the sect.
Above that, the only people who have achieved the sixth-grade Dao foundation in the past hundred years are Junior Brother Yan from Tianji Peak and Junior Brother Yang from Bingpo Peak."

Fang Yi had a smile on his face, as gentle as jade, and he did not hide his pure aura.

The road to condensing the elixir is just around the corner, although it has been said long ago.

If one barely reaches the fourth level of Taoism, the two real people in the Patriarch's Hall may not help him with all their strength.

"Uncle Hengyi, you are overpraising me. If my nephew truly has a strong foundation, he would have condensed a mid-level Dao foundation when he was building his foundation.

What the nephew envies most is his uncle, who has a top-grade Taoist foundation and a perfect golden elixir, and will have a bright future.

As for my nephew, he has been toiling away for nearly twenty years, enduring many dangers, and has only just now used the spiritual veins of Black Abyss Island to practice the [Soul Cleansing Method] and complete some of his Daoist foundations."

"【Soul Cleansing Method】?" Zhang Heng gave Fang Yi a meaningful look.

As a cultivator of the Patriarchal Hall and a Golden Elixir True Person, how could he not know whether the [Soul Cleansing Method] was effective and whether it could help one's foundation in Taoism?

He had also studied the secret method taught privately by Xiao Changce, [The True Chapter of Spiritual Roots' Ascension].

Fang Yi's Taoist foundation has advanced two levels in a row. There must be another opportunity. Just one secret method will never have such an effect.

But Zhang Hengyi did not investigate further and just made people annoyed.

Any cultivator who can cultivate to the perfection of foundation building must have good fortune.

They are from the same ancestral hall and have common interests in Xuanyang Mountain, so he would not get to the bottom of it.

"Junior Brother Fang, you have reached the perfect foundation of your cultivation. The superior cave abode I promised you will definitely not be vacant.
However, there are some beginnings and ends that my nephew needs to be aware of."

Zhang Hengyi took out a brown stone talisman from his sleeve, and his magic power turned into a ray of spiritual light, like a spiritual veil, covering Fang Yi's aura.

"Uncle Zhang, what exactly happened?" Fang Yi's expression changed slightly.

The Xuanyang Mountain's top-grade third-grade Dan Ning Cave was built over a thousand years and is the only one of its kind in the entire Dayun Immortal Cultivation World.

For a top-grade Dan Ning cave, a third-order spiritual vein is only the most basic thing.

Superimpose spiritual plants to calm the mind, magic weapons to dissolve thunder tribulations, spiritual springs to harmonize spiritual power, Feng Shui masters to adjust wind and gather water, and Tianji masters to absorb and accumulate energy.
Spiritual objects, hard work, and time are all indispensable.

Such a top-grade cave dwelling is not only unattainable for ordinary casual cultivators, but even for the Bishui Pavilion or the great demonic sect, the Baigu Sect, which have slightly inferior foundations and only have a third-order mid-grade Ningdan cave dwelling.

Fang Yi's mind was turning, wondering which cultivator in Xuanyang Mountain could do this.

With the support of the three real people Guangsheng, Hengyi and Changce, they can also interfere with his use of the top-grade Jindan Cave.

The shadow of a wealthy cultivator with gray hair, holding a bagua, and with great wealth appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yan Youtai!
In Xuanyang Mountain, there is only this True Dan Zhenren. People need him to treat his old injuries, but they don't want him to condense the True Dan.

A cold murderous intent appeared in Fang Yi's eyes.

Anyone who stands in his way can be killed!

At this moment, Fang Yi's murderous intent was extremely strong. He suppressed his surging thoughts, looked at Zhang Hengyi beside him, and spoke sharply.

"Uncle Hengyi, could it be that I, a direct descendant of the Ancestral Hall, can be suppressed so arbitrarily?
The difference between a top-grade cave dwelling and a mid-grade cave dwelling is more than one level!"

Feeling Fang Yi's surging murderous intent, Zhang Heng nodded slightly.

If their path is blocked, they will not feel resentful, but will accept it and not dare to resist.
Even if such cultivators have perfected their cultivation, it is still difficult for them to survive the inner demon tribulation of Dan Ning.

The Xuanyang Mountain Patriarch Hall does not need such useless monks.

He had a smile on his face, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and his whole body was full of vitality, like a spring breeze and rain.

"Don't worry, nephew Fang. With Uncle Guangsheng and I here, we won't let you suffer any loss."

The green auspicious cloud carried the two of them towards Chunyang Peak. Zhang Hengyi explained on the auspicious cloud.

"The formations, spiritual plants, and magical treasures hidden in a top-grade Dan Ning Cave all need to be repaired and refined after being used by a cultivator.

Such matters can be completed in just three to five years."

Zhang Heng's tone changed slightly, a sneer on his face. "Junior Brother Fang, did Yan Youtai recruit you?"

"My nephew and Master Yan do have some grudges." Fang Yi thought about his own trump card and wondered if he could kill a True Dan Master if he planned it properly.

Zhang Heng showed dissatisfaction.

"Oh, old fellows who practice the art of heavenly secrets are all so meticulous and their desire for control is outrageous.

Things in the Great Cloud Kingdom are complicated. Even a third-rank master of celestial secrets can master them with some basic knowledge and make everything go smoothly.

Not to mention, it also involves.”

As if he had some reservations, Zhang Heng gradually fell silent.

A quarter of an hour later, the auspicious green clouds stopped on Chunyang Peak, where spiritual energy was lingering and exotic flowers and plants were blooming.

Zhang Hengyi spoke as he stepped down from the auspicious cloud.

"Nephew Fang, follow me into the Grandmaster's Hall and meet Master Guangsheng. Your matter of condensing the pill still needs the master's decision."

"Yes!" Fang Yi followed closely, as gentle as jade.

In the ancestral hall, three jade-carved human figures are enshrined on the altar, with the fragrance of incense wafting through the air.

Hundreds of soul lamps with lotus bases and bronze stands on the altar below the altar.

As soon as Fang Yi entered the ancestral hall, he felt a soul lamp connected to the qi, protected by several precious bans.

His eyes swept over the bronze censer with an animal head holding spiritual incense, and the precious beads, whisk, and jade plate held in the hands of the jade statue.

"Three mid-grade magic weapons and one low-grade magic weapon. Xuanyang Mountain's heritage is truly profound."

"Are you Fang Yi?" A powerful voice sounded, and a spiritual sense as heavy as a mountain fell.

Fang Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and he became alert. He turned his head to look behind him. He saw a simple monk with a powerful aura, wearing linen clothes, carrying a spiritual hoe, and looking like an old farmer.

"Greetings to Grandmaster Guangsheng!"

He bowed his head and spoke respectfully.

In the eight extraordinary meridians, Ku Rong's magic power surged wildly. Since he started practicing the Sutra of Life and Death, no cultivator had ever been so close to him.

Even though Master Guangsheng had no ill intentions, Fang Yi was still extremely alert.

"Is it the power of the formation? Or is it a high level of cultivation?"

'Both!'

Feeling the aura of Master Guangsheng, which was almost integrated with the Ancestral Hall, Fang Yi's eyes flashed with brilliance.

Huang Guangsheng was barefoot, with a little dust on his robe. He came to Fang Yi in a few steps.

After examining him for a moment, he reached out and helped Fang Yi up, speaking kindly.

"Let this old bone of mine take a look at your foundation. Is it as the voice transmission said before, the fifth level of Dao foundation?"

Fang Yi did not dare to be negligent, even if Huang Guangsheng's energy and the Ancestral Hall merged into one.

He could also feel that this was a great cultivator who was above the sixth level of Jindan and had entered the late stage of Jindan.

This was the most accomplished cultivator he had ever met in his more than a hundred years of practice in this world.

This kind of cultivator has a deep foundation and countless trump cards. He can refine his own magic weapon at will and kill ordinary True Dan cultivators with ease.

Even when he was in the Mingquan Sect in his previous life and had achieved perfection in condensing his elixir, he did not dare to underestimate it in the slightest.

What's more, now he has only completed the foundation building stage.

"Master, please look!"

Fang Yi pinched the magic formula with his slender ten fingers, and strands of vitality and green light bloomed, turning into a spirit seed.

The spiritual seed took root, sprouted, grew branches and leaves in the void, and in an instant, it turned into a fifth-grade green lotus with vigorous aura.

"It's a fifth-grade Dao foundation. It seems that you have another opportunity, Fang boy."

Feeling the solid foundation and pure magic power, Huang Guangsheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately took out a jade box from his sleeve.

"Click!" The jade box opened, brown light flowed, and the rich power of Wu Earth rushed towards him.

"A third-level Dan-forming spiritual object, Five Elemental Soil. For this Dan-forming spiritual object, I have spent a lot of money."

“You are somewhat similar to me back then.

Fang boy, don't let me down."

After saying this, a flash of nostalgia flashed across Huang Guangsheng's eyes, and then he coughed lightly and disappeared in the ancestral hall.

The jade box containing the Five Elements Sealed Spirit was wrapped in a brown spiritual light and lifted in front of Fang Yi.

"Five-element earth, a spiritual object that can condense into a pill?"

Reaching out to take the spiritual object, Fang Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

A first-class earth-attributed pill-forming spiritual object is also the most scarce treasure for the Immortal of Xuanyang Mountain.

Huang Guangsheng actually gave it to himself without asking for any promise or asking for its use?
The words he was trying to explain why he, as a person with wood spiritual roots, gave up the wood-attributed pill-forming spiritual object and instead sought the earth-attributed pill-forming spiritual object were stuck in his mouth.

It's neither swallowing nor spitting out.

An inexplicable look appeared in Fang Yi's eyes. "Is this the orthodox tradition of the righteous path, the eternal flame?"
That's not bad.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Fang, for gaining the Grandmaster's approval." Zhang Heng chuckled and took out two tokens from his sleeve.

"Master Guangsheng has already left, let's talk about this Ningdan Cave Mansion."

"Uncle Master, please speak!" Fang Yi felt a little relieved. No matter what happened to him in the future, condensing the pill was the most important thing.

A first-class spiritual object for forming a dan was delivered to his door without any price, which showed that the ancestral hall was particularly optimistic about him.

There is still a chance of a turning point in the matter of this top-grade Ningdan Cave.

Zhang Hengyi's magic power was swallowed and exhaled, and the two tokens in his hands turned into two blue suns, one large and one small, absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy.

【Xuanyang Mountain Biguang Wuyuan Cave】

【Xuanyang Mountain Jade Tree Qingzhi Mansion】

In the great blue sun, ancient inscriptions emerged, carrying with them the energy that nurtured all things and brought heaven and man into being.

"This energy? Why is it somewhat similar to the [Heavenly Transformation Method]?" Fang Yi felt strange.

Zhang Heng pointed at the token engraved with [Xuanyang Mountain Biguang Wuyuan Cave] and spoke.

“This is a top-grade Dan Ning Cave that has been run by our sect for thousands of years, but it has been severely damaged due to Yan Youtai’s Dan Ning.

If you want to use it, after Junior Brother Fang condenses the pill, it doesn’t matter what the grade of the pill is.

They all need to do something big for the sect!"

After a brief pause, Zhang Heng pointed to the token engraved with [Xuanyang Mountain Jade Tree Qingzhi Mansion].

“Although this Jade Tree Green Ganoderma Mansion is only a mid-grade cave, its effectiveness is slightly inferior.

But all the applied expenses are provided by the Zushitang lineage.

Regardless of whether you succeed or fail in condensing the pill, you do not need to complete the mission within the sect."

Fang Yi did not hesitate at all and reached out to take off the token engraved with [Xuanyang Mountain Biguang Wuyuan Cave].

"Uncle Master, I want a top-grade cave."

"Junior Brother Fang, have you thought it through?
If we use this top-grade cave, if we fail to condense the true elixir, the sect will be doomed to fail.

If it involves the very foundation of our sect, even if my master and I are both truly honored, we won’t be able to open our mouths.”

Zhang Heng's gaze seemed to be real as it fell on Fang Yi.

If Fang Yi was only at the fourth level of Taoism and had an ordinary foundation, he would not have taken out the token of the Bi Guang Wu Yuan Cave.

The fifth-grade Dao foundation already allows Fang Yi to give it a try.

"Thank you for your concern, uncle. There is a great opportunity ahead, but I wouldn't dare to fight for it.

"What kind of immortal cultivation is this, my nephew?" Fang Yi's robe fluttered without a breeze, his aura high and full of vigor.

"My generation of cultivators have been practicing for over a hundred years, isn't it just for this perfect pill?"

"Then come with me!" Zhang Hengyi did not persuade him anymore. He flicked his sleeves, rolled up a ray of spiritual light, and fled out of the ancestral hall.

"It just so happens that Yan Youtai was sent to Dadu Ancient City, not Xuanyang Mountain, so you and I can save a lot of effort."

Wait until the two green lights disappear into the horizon.

Silver and brown colors flowed in the ancestral hall, and two old monks who had been hiding for a long time slowly revealed their figures.

Tianquezi was wearing a Bagua robe, holding a dove staff, and his white hair looked like dead grass, making him look like an eighty-year-old man.

"Brother Guangsheng has taken great pains to invite me here. How confident is your disciple in condensing the True Pill?"

Huang Guangsheng chuckled. "As the master, I have prepared everything for him.

Whether I can achieve the goal of condensing the pill later is no longer my concern. A cultivator's cultivation ultimately depends on himself.
However, if no one interferes, given his foundation, it would not be difficult to condense a fake pill.

The chances of getting the real elixir should be 60-70%. "

"Sixty to seventy percent?" The eight trigrams runes flowed in Tianquezi's eyes, as if he was spying on the divination.

After a while, a hoarse voice was heard.

"Sixty to seventy percent is not low.

A major event is approaching within the sect, and having one more True Dan Master with a clean background will give us a bit more confidence."

"There's a deep grudge between your disciple Yan Youtai and me.

If he hadn't deliberately damaged the Biguang Wuyuan Cave, I, his disciple, wouldn't have had to pay such a heavy price."

Huang Guangsheng played with the magic hoe in his hand, his eyes falling on the old cultivator beside him.

"If Fang Yi can condense the True Pill, I will compensate him.
Junior Brother Huang, rest assured, I will not interfere in matters between the younger generation."

Tianquezi looked deep in his eyes, holding a cane and straw sandals, he took a step forward and disappeared into the ancestral hall.

The value of a true person who has condensed a true elixir and a cultivator who has completed the foundation building is vastly different.

Since it involves Xuanyang Mountain and Huang Guangsheng is on his side, he will naturally compromise.

"Huh!" Huang Guangsheng breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the monk disappear from his sight.

"Senior Brother Tianque's cultivation is becoming increasingly profound. He has reached the ninth level of Dan Condensation. I wonder how far he has gone."

He looked at the soul lamp on the altar in the ancestral hall, which had the words "Fang Yi" engraved on it, and spoke softly.

“Fang boy, this old man will block all the interferences in the sect for you.

Whether you are a dragon or a worm depends on your own ability."

[The Biguang Wuyuan Cave in Xuanyang Mountain] is surrounded by five-colored magic prohibitions.

The five colors of spiritual light, purple, white, gold and blue, collide with each other, or entwine into the shape of dragons and tigers, or turn into the shadow of a spiritual deer.

Sometimes Baozhi Danshen appears, sometimes the scene of Qilin offering auspiciousness circulates, the dense spiritual energy and the faint light of precious stones are worthy of the thousand-year-old operation of Xuanyang Mountain.

"arrive!"

Zhang Hengyi led Fang Yi, bypassing several fake Dan Zhenren Lingfeng, and quietly came to the depths of Xuanyang Mountain, in front of the cave.

"Junior Brother Fang, only one cultivator can enter this Biguang Wuyuan Cave.

You drive the decree and move forward on your own."

Zhang Heng's face became solemn. He straightened his clothes, saluted with his hands, and offered blessings.

"May Master Fang's path be long and bright, may he condense his precious elixir soon, and enjoy five hundred years of carefree life."

"Thank you, Uncle Hengyi."

Fang Yi returned the greeting and bowed, then flicked his sleeves, activated the magic order in his hand, and walked towards the unfathomable green light of the Five Yuan Cave.

(End of this chapter)