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

Chapter 577: In Chiquan Mountain, Female Cultivator Nourishes

"Chang Sun Jie?"

In the wine cellar in Chiquan Mountain, where the aroma of wine wafted, an old voice rang out.

"The cultivators from Xuanyang Mountain have finally arrived."

Kang Quan's clothes were disheveled, his collar was wide open, his dark satin robe was stained with wine, and his belt was askew.

He looked towards the wine cellar and saw a thin female cultivator with white hair and a gloomy look in her eyes.

After a while, Kang Quan waved his hand and sent out a jade talisman.

"It's important to take care of the important matters. Let Ji Chang handle the foundation-building cultivators."

……

Outside Chiquan Mountain.

A monk in brocade clothes came floating over, stepping on a jade wine cup.

Kang Jichang looked at the monk in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Changsun, the Chiquan Mountain Cocktail Party will begin in half a year. I wonder what important matter you have?"

Just as Chang Sun Jie was about to speak, Kang Jichang flicked his sleeves and spoke suddenly.

"Jia Zi Chi Quan Brew, my Chi Quan Mountain has produced a Jia Zi, but only three bottles are produced.

If you want spiritual brew, you can compete for it at the Chiquan Wine Festival in half a year!"

Rays of water light rose up and a sweet female voice sounded.

“Brother Changsun Jie, although your Xuanyang Mountain is the largest sect in Dayun.

But we must not destroy the opportunities of all fellow Taoists and seize this Red Spring Spirit Brew!"

Gu Qingmeng's lips curled slightly, and her red gauze skirt was inlaid with stars.

As a cultivator from the Bishui Pavilion, suppressing the disciples of Xuanyang Mountain was inevitable.

In the Jiuquan market.

Rays of spiritual light, wrapped in various magical instruments, rose up and hovered in the air, their spiritual consciousness flowing, sometimes hot, sometimes verdant, sometimes icy...
"Yes! Yes! The Kang family's Jiazi Spiritual Brew has been made according to the same rules for over five hundred years.

Fellow Daoist Changsun, you are not competing at the reception. Are you trying to use the power of Xuanyang Mountain to pressure others?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and a cold and sinister aura filled the air. "Everyone says that we, the demons, act without restraint.

Is it possible that Xuanyang Mountain is also like this?"

A bronze bell rang gently, and a simple and elegant voice of advice rang out. "Fellow Daoist Changsun, listen to my advice. Xuanyang Mountain is a mighty force, but the many Daoists there are not easy to deal with..."

The dark long sword vibrated, emitting sword light, and another cultivator who had completed the foundation building process spoke.

Chang Sun Jie was wearing a linen robe, had a thin figure, and was stroking his mustache.

Seeing the monks gambling with their own lives, he patted the gray water-drinking leopard under his crotch.

"My fellow Daoists, do you really think I came here for the Red Spring Spiritual Brew?"

Lotus, flying sword, ancient bell, long ruler, each magical instrument emits five-colored spiritual light.

Each divine consciousness represents a person who has reached the foundation-building stage, and eighty to ninety percent of the cultivators have already reached the late stage of foundation-building.

Outside Chiquan Mountain, the purple, white, yellow and green colors of spiritual light are brilliant and colorful.

Many foundation-building masters remained silent.

They are all old monsters, how could they not recognize the token on Changsun Jie's waist.

The order of the true disciple of Xuanyang Mountain!

With this identity, no matter whether Chang Sun Jie has any intentions or not.

The monks from the Bishui Pavilion took the lead and blocked the way to seize the Red Spring Brew. This would be of great benefit to all the monks present.
……

In the Jiuquan market.

Chen Fang was wearing a bamboo-patterned gold-sprinkled brocade robe, playing with a precious pearl in his sleeve, and nodding at the increasingly heavy atmosphere in the market.

He looked emotional.

“It is difficult for cultivators like me to cultivate, and we are not disciples of a major sect.

Even if one cultivates to the perfection of foundation building, and his cultivation and spiritual roots are not inferior to those of disciples from large sects, the possibility of further advancement is still far inferior to that of cultivators from large sects…”

"Second brother! Is this something you and I can ask?"

Chen Yao narrowed her eyes, gently tugged at Chen Fang's sleeve, and warned him.

"Oh, I made a mistake!"

Chen Fang glanced at Fang Yi, who was standing aside and had a tall figure, handsome face, and pure aura.

At the seventh level of foundation building, he can easily kill cultivators in the late stage of foundation building.

After the three notorious villains of the Luo family were easily killed.

This Li Heng was obviously born in a big sect, and he knew Chen Yuanxun, the foundation-building master who passed away in Xiaoyue Mountain.

Even though he didn't say much, he already had some guesses in his mind. It was most likely that Li Heng was a foundation-building master from Xuanyang Mountain.

Chen Yao turned her head with watery eyes, her face flushed and a little cute, and apologized to Fang Yi.

"Brother Li, my second brother spoke without thinking. I hope you can forgive me."

Fang Yi's consciousness flowed, and he waved his hands, not caring at all.

“They are all great cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage. I think they all came here for the Red Spring Spirit Brew.

It’s human nature to have disputes…”

"However, I'd like to trouble Fellow Daoist Chen to go with me to look for the Foundation Establishment Master of the Kang family."

'Sure enough, although Li Heng is a foundation-building master from Xuanyang Mountain, he is also an outstanding fighter.

But most of them don't have strong connections, otherwise why would they come to Chiquan Mountain to seek spiritual wine?

Chen Yao was delighted. If Li Heng had a strong background, she might not be able to rely on him.

The Chen family of Xiaoyue Mountain had already experienced the tyranny of Xuanyang Mountain.

A hundred years ago, the founder of the Chen family set up a plan to kill a powerful enemy, which could have greatly improved the family's power.

In the end, he was forced to give up his spiritual vein by the foundation-building cultivator of Xuanyang Mountain, and Chen Yuanxun felt deeply regretful.

Since it is impossible to shake the overlord like Xuanyang Mountain, then just join it.

"Brother Li, please follow me." Chen Yao said in a soft voice with a wisp of fragrance.

The magical wine brewed by the Kang family in Chiquan Mountain is a unique specialty of Dayun.

I, Xiaoyueshan, was lucky enough to grow moonlight moss, and was valued by the Kang family. We have been friends for over a hundred years now…"

Seeing the charming Chen Yao, Fang Yi was very attentive to her, and Chen Fang felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Although Chen Yao called him the second brother, their blood relationship was already five generations apart.

I had originally wanted to become a Taoist partner with Chen Yao and jointly rule Xiaoyue Mountain, but I never imagined this would be the outcome...

His lips moved several times, and he looked at Fang Yi gloomily, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Chen Yao has made up her mind to rely on Li Heng and take advantage of the power of Xuanyang Mountain.

He couldn't persuade...

Suppressing the annoyance and reluctance in his heart, Chen Fang spoke.

"Brother Li Heng, don't worry. Chen Yao and the housekeeper's daughter of the Kang family are close friends.

Bringing Brother Dao with me, it won’t be difficult to enter the Kang family.”

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Fellow Daoist Chen Yao." Fang Yi spoke in a graceful and gentle manner as he expressed his gratitude.

Chen Yao's heart moved slightly. This 'Li Heng' had an outstanding appearance and his cultivation was in the late stage of foundation building.

Being able to rely on yourself is not necessarily a bad thing.

"It's just a small matter. If Brother Li really wants to thank you, please don't be so polite."

Her face flushed slightly, and she spoke with a hint of cuteness.

"Brother Li, just call me Yao'er..."

Fang Yi glanced at the two of them, a hint of amusement rising in his heart.

Chen Yao has abundant yin energy, and is clearly a virgin. Chen Fang takes care of Chen Yao in every way, and it is clear that the man has feelings for her and the woman is interested in him.

But now, he is actually helping Chen Yao and trying to please himself?
What a great skill!

He did not say much. Now Changsun Jie was in the air, engaging in a verbal battle with the other cultivators, attracting the attention of the Kang family of Chiquan Mountain.

This is a good time to explore Chiquan Mountain, and he won't miss it.

……

A quarter of an hour later.

"boom!"

Invisible waves vibrated, and the gray spiritual light turned into a big hand, breaking a stone shield magic weapon and severely injuring Gu Qingmeng of Bishui Pavilion.

Changsun Jie's robe fluttered, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Bishui Pavilion is nothing more than this!"

He turned his gaze and looked at Kang Jichang, who was standing aside with a mellow aura.

"Friend Kang, are there any fake Dan Zhenren from your clan here?"

"Fellow Daoist Changsun, don't overdo it." A hoarse voice echoed as a thin figure, a long robe trailing the ground, emerged, holding a wine gourd. "This is Chiquan Mountain! Not a place for you to act wild!"

The red wine gourd was opened, and the aroma of wine rose up and fell towards the monks present.

Seeing that Gu Qingmeng's pale face had regained a hint of redness, Kang Yuanzhu stretched out his five fingers, pinched a large seal and smashed it down.

"You are acting recklessly like this. Let Kang, on behalf of your teacher, teach you a lesson."

"boom!"

"Oh, Kang Yuanzhu, don't be so arrogant!

"The maidservant from Bishui Pavilion started it first. Do you, the Kang family, want to get involved in the feud between our two families?"

Chang Sun Jie breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the stone seal was still moving and was falling towards him.

According to the law, at least one fake Dan Zhenren from the Kang family must be lured out.

There was murderous intent in his eyes and he muttered in his heart.

'A fake Dan Zhenren, and Fang Yi's first-class Zhendan.

It's just right for me to be a disciple and show my loyalty to the sect.'

With a wave of his sleeves, a bronze ancient spear covered with cracks appeared in his hand.

Chang Sun Jie held the ancient spear tightly, and moved the bag of disaster and fortune in his dantian. The mouth of the bag opened slightly, and the invisible aura of disaster slipped out.

"clang!"

The sound of gold and jade clashing was heard, and the blue and red spiritual lights collided violently. Seeing this, Kang Yuanzhu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just as he was about to activate his magic power, he felt an inexplicable pain in his meridians.

"An old injury recurred? Why is Pianpian doing this at this time?!"

……

"Brother Li, this Changsun Jie is truly amazing!" Chen Yao's eyes were filled with shock, and she remained speechless for a long time. "Establishing a foundation and fighting against fake pills, what a prodigy!"

In a corner of Chiquan Mountain, among the lush ancient forests, Fang Yi walked slowly forward.

"As expected of a spirit of innate bad luck."

Seeing Changsun Jie urging the bronze ancient spear to beat a fake Dan Zhenren.

It shouldn't be so easy for a cultivator at the ninth stage of foundation building to fight against a fake elixir real person, even if he has a deep foundation.

But aerial combat is clearly not like that.

There was a flicker of hexagonal cold plum in Fang Yi's eyes. As a second-rank Tianji master and a Jindan Zhenren, he saw it clearly.

Kang Yuanzhu is not a weakling among the fake Dan Zhenren.

But no matter whether they activated the magic tools, cast talismans, or performed spells, they were all under the almost invisible aura of bad luck.

The magic weapon is not functioning smoothly, and the power of the second-level talisman is always the lowest level, and the spiritual power induced by the magic is sometimes offset.

'Although Chang Sun Jie is not a top-grade Daoist, in terms of combat power, he can only be defeated by a True Dan Zhenren who is one major level higher than him.

Fake Dan monk, at most we can draw.'

Fang Yi's eyes moved around, and he already had an idea of ​​what use Chang Sun Jie would be in the future.

Looking at the attentive female cultivator beside him, Fang Yi chuckled.

"Brother Changsun has profound cultivation and is a local genius, able to fight against the Fake Dan Master.

How does Li know him?

Chen Daoyou, you think too highly of me."

"Brother Li is also a local genius. He will surely soar like a roc in the future."

Chen Yao showed an earnest expression, and gently shook her arm, throwing out a jade talisman.

After a while, the clouds and mist rolled, and the spiritual sense of the master who had established the foundation swept over.

"Niece Chen Yao?"

Ji Hongyan's long beard was flying, his body was thin, his eyes were bright, and he walked slowly out of the clouds.

"Who is this fellow Taoist?"

Feeling Fang Yi's cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building, he said politely.

"My name is Li Heng, nice to meet you, Brother Ji Dao!" Fang Yi bowed his head and spoke politely.

The soul lamp in his sleeve kept beating. He was certain that the matter of the Five Flowers Immortal must be related to the Kang family of Chiquan Mountain.

Chen Yao smiled. "Uncle Hongyan, this is Brother Li Heng.

My niece was previously ambushed by the three evil men of the Luo family, and it was thanks to him that he came to her aid. This time, I came here to discuss the matter of the Red Spring Spiritual Brew..."

"Red Spring Spirit Wine?" Kang Hongyan frowned slightly, pointed to the sky, and began to persuade as the fight became more and more intense.

"The Red Spring Spiritual Brew is the product of our clan's painstaking efforts, and only three bottles are produced in sixty years.

Kang has no say in the matter!"

Fang Yi smiled earnestly. "Mr. Li doesn't ask for much. He only wants a spot at the Jiazi Cocktail Party.

From now on, I will fight for everything myself."

After saying that, he took out two medium-grade spirit stones from his sleeve and stuffed them into Kang Hongyan's arms.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

"You're too polite, fellow Daoist!" Kang Hongyan smiled, put away the spirit stone, and then took out an invitation.

Selling invitations to the Jiazi cocktail party to cultivators in the late foundation-building stage was something that the Kang family allowed.

Two medium-grade spirit stones were also a generous income for him.

As for this cultivator in the late foundation building stage having evil intentions?

Kang Hongyan glanced at Changsun Jie, who was riding on a water-drawing leopard in the air, and his face looked a little ugly.

The three fake Dan Zhenren are in charge of Chiquan Mountain, and the clan’s protective formation is guarding it, which has a profound foundation.

Only one fake Dan Zhenren took action, but he was just worried about the big man bullying the small and provoking Xuanyang Mountain to condense the real Dan and suppress the big man with background.

In the evening, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, the cool breeze blows, and the silver moonlight falls, covering Chiquan Mountain with a layer of silver gauze.

The Baiyue Tower has carved railings and jade bricks, and the sound of stringed instruments is melodious.

In the ancient bluestone building, Fang Yi sat cross-legged, holding a jade-colored invitation in his hand.

"Chang Sun Jie defeated the Kang family's Fake Dan Zhenren today, and then, relying on the order of the true disciple, entered Chiquan Mountain.

The attention of the Kang family monks has been attracted by it.

This makes it easier for me to do things.”

"Hmm?" Fang Yi narrowed his eyes and looked outside the carved wooden door.

"That's quite courageous."

Chen Yao was wearing a gauze dress, and her delicate skin glowed softly under the moonlight.

"Brother Li! Yao'er wants to see you for something..."

Fang Yi looked strange.

As a Jindan Zhenren, his spiritual consciousness has transformed, so it's no wonder that Chen Yao came here, but behind him was Chen Fang who used a magic weapon to conceal his figure.

What does this mean?

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please come in!"

With a wave of his sleeves, the carved wooden door opened, and a piece of silk thread rolled through.

"嘤咛."

A soft moan sounded, and Chen Yao felt her body soften, her feelings were warm, and she was immersed in a ball of heat.

The spring scenery in the garden cannot be stopped.

...

"I can't stand it anymore! Brother Li."

Outside the wooden door, Chen Fang's face was flushed, his fingers were clenched, and veins bulged at his temples.

He moved his feet a little, but was worried about Fang Yi's power in killing the three evil men of the Luo family, and his face showed hesitation.

"That's it!"

He sighed and stood guard outside the door, in a rockery, his face looking both annoyed and sad, his fingernails dug into his palms, drops of blood dripping down his palms.

In the ancient building.

Beside the cloud bed, red rusty shoes, an apricot-yellow bellyband, and torn skirt hems were scattered around.

Chen Yao's face was flushed, her limbs were weak, and her long, white legs were barely visible.

Like the roots of an old tree
Her expression suddenly changed. "Let Second Brother go. Why is he here?"

Fang Yi was not polite either. He used his big hands to pinch the plump body in his arms and spoke.

"Yao'er?"

"Li Lang."

Chen Yao didn't care about anything else. She smiled charmingly and coiled around him again like a water snake.

(End of this chapter)