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

Chapter 579: Mold Application, Jiazi Cocktail Party

On Chiquan Mountain, green bamboos sway and the vegetation is lush. In a stilt house, a white-haired female cultivator, wearing a scarlet robe with gold thread, sits cross-legged.

She tapped her slender hands lightly, and the eight water mirrors in front of her reflected eight different courtyards.

"Zizi!" The gray energy flowed, covering one of the water mirrors and making it blurry.

"That courtyard.
Is it Changsun Jie from Xuanyang Mountain?

The true disciple who inherited the Taoist tradition does have some skills." The white-haired immortal's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his hoarse voice echoed in the building.

As a True Dan Zhenren, her spiritual consciousness and magical powers have transformed. Under her Water Mirror Technique, she can conceal her figure. She is definitely not an ordinary person.

"It's okay, though. With the death of a Jindan Seed, even if Kang Laogui from Chiquan Mountain wanted to have a foot in both parties, he has no chance."

The white-haired immortal's eyes turned and his gaze fell on the other seven water mirrors.

“Wu Jue, Li Heng, Zang Sheng, one is a fake Dan Zhenren, and the other two have completed their foundation building.

The remaining four were also at the eighth level of foundation building, and Kang Quan, the old ghost, put a lot of thought into it.
Once the dust settles and Junior Sister Yuan condenses her True Pill, this matter will come to an end."

A monk with a slender figure, wearing a dark green jade crown, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, laughed in his heart.

'This big cloud is indeed barren. In order to condense the real elixir, it actually resorted to such unorthodox methods.

If it weren't for a True Dan Daoist companion, I wouldn't have embarked on this journey.'

On Chiquan Mountain, the moon is high in the sky, the stars are twinkling, and a cool breeze is blowing. Occasionally, monks holding wine cups are walking back and forth on the mountain path.

In the room filled with the scent of cosmetics, there were three charming female cultivators, their breasts heaving and their fair skin covered with red marks.

Even though he had fallen into a coma, he still subconsciously begged for mercy.

"Li Lang, Yao'er Yao'er can't stand it anymore."

"I hope you will have mercy on me."

"."

Fang Yijing's slender upper body was naked, and with a wave of his five fingers, a grayish light flowed.

Illusion: Minor bewitching technique.

In an instant, Chen Yao, Nie Yuer, and Nie Xiuxiu fell into coma.

He looked outside the wing room with a strange expression at Chen Fang, who was dressed in green and wearing a jade crown.

"It's been ten days already, this staleness is tolerable.

"She is so beautiful, you have such a long time to cultivate yourself, instead of coming here to humiliate yourself."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, feeling puzzled, and sighed, the world of cultivation is so vast that there are all kinds of strange things.

He immediately stood up, straightened his jade crown, put on the mountain and river transformation robe, and tied a belt embroidered with pine and crane patterns on his waist.

"Xiao Qi, it's time to act."

A small silver-white beast jumped out from the ground. Fang Yi reached out and held it in his arms, stroking its shiny fur.

"disease!"

The green jade scroll, a top-grade magic weapon, flew out from his sleeve.

As the pages of the book turned, dark rays of light flew up, and in the side room, a topographic map of the Chiyan Mountain was outlined.

Eighty percent of the land on the map is clearly marked with marks, such as the alchemy room, the weapon refining workshop, the spiritual field, and the wine cave.
"There's only one left."

Fang Yi's eyes fell on the topographic map and the remaining scarlet mark.

In ten days, he, a cultivator who was good at the Withering and Flourishing Technique, was defeated by a Jindan Demon King who was a quasi-third-level formation master.

It is enough to understand the foundation of the Kang family in Chiquan Mountain, not to mention thoroughly, but at least to grasp 80% to 90% of the background.

"go!"

The bright moon hangs high in the sky above Chiquan Mountain, and the silver moonlight falls down, covering the mountain with a layer of beautiful spiritual veil.

A green spiritual light, looming and appearing, passed quickly across Chiquan Mountain like a ghost.

Dange
Weapon Refining Workshop.
The talisman making house.
None of the cultivators patrolling back and forth noticed anything, no matter if they were Qi-cultivating cultivators, foundation-building cultivators, or fake elixir cultivators.

"arrive!"

Beneath a yellow apricot tree with swaying branches and leaves, Fang Yi stopped with his clothes fluttering, his aura connected with the ancient tree.

Looking at the heavily guarded stilt houses with armored monks patrolling back and forth and covered with forbidden laws.

"If there is a way to hide a monk, it would be here."

He was not in a hurry. The consciousness of Zhendan Zhenren had transformed. If there really was a Zhenren hidden in this stilt house, he must not act in vain.

"To avoid alerting the enemy, let's test it out first to see if there's anyone hiding."

"In that case, I'll have to trouble my nephew, Changsun."

Fang Yi smiled and looked towards the depths of the apricot forest. A thin monk wearing linen clothes and a mustache walked out slowly with a bitter face.

Chang Sun Jie looked at the completely unfamiliar face in front of him, his heart filled with bitterness, but his face was full of smiles.

The familiar aura of a real person made him realize who the cultivator in front of him was, and he dared not be negligent in the slightest.

"Chang Sun Jie has met the Immortal. I wonder what instructions the Immortal has sent me."

Fang Yi had a smile on his face.

With his foundation built to perfection and possessing a spirit of bad luck, he is a top-notch tool, most suitable for testing the cultivators in this stilt house.

He went straight to the point, without any hesitation. "Junior Brother Changsun, there is a cultivator in Chiquan Mountain who possesses an innate spiritual body and is seeking to reach the Jindan realm.

"Master uncle is quite curious about which sect gave him such courage. I would like to ask my nephew for help."

“Master Fang, my nephew is just an ordinary foundation-building cultivator, and he hasn’t even condensed his fake elixir.

How can you have the qualifications and cultivation to test the True Dan Master?" Chang Sun Jie's expression became increasingly bitter.

The True Dan Zhenren who can interfere in the affairs of Chiquan Mountain is no simple person.

"Hmm!" Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, showing dissatisfaction. "Junior Brother Changsun, think it through.

Is it really impossible, or did you forget for a moment?"

Chang Sun Jie's face darkened and he hesitated for a moment, but when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

"Master, let me be frank. I'm just testing the waters. If you decide to take action, I can't handle it with my limited skills."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, without saying much. Since he had entered this Chiquan Mountain, things would happen once and for all.
"rise!"

Chang Sun Jie activated his magic power, and his robe moved without wind. The gray energy flowed and turned into rolling clouds.

Seeing this, Fang Yi grabbed with his five fingers and shot out a dim yellow light, which turned into a thin curtain, completely covering up the fluctuations of magic power.

"Master, go ahead and make your move. I'll be covering for you. Even the cultivators in this building, even those who are at the True Dan level, won't be able to detect you."

The fluctuations of magic power were dissipated by the ripples created by the dim spiritual curtain. Chang Sun Jie felt relieved and used all his strength to activate his magic power.

The precious light is bright, and the magic bag of the natal magic weapon that can ward off disasters and accumulate blessings is offered up.

On the gray brocade bag, purple auspicious cloud patterns are embroidered with the third-level spiritual material, Dayun Silk, and they are rolling vividly.

The five runes of "Fu", "Lu", "Shou", "Xi" and "Cai" turned into purple air and flowed on the brocade bag.

Chang Sun Jie made a series of hand seals with his skinny hands.

"Transferring disasters and summoning gods, turning blessings into troubles, is called removing disasters and accumulating blessings."

"disease!"

The bag that could move away disasters and accumulate fortunes emitted a mysterious light, and the purple light turned into a gray light with a color of decay.

The monks who were patrolling back and forth in the stilt house scanned the area with their spiritual sense one by one, but no one noticed.

"Minor Disaster Method!"

The gray aura of bad luck transformed into an invisible poisonous snake, bypassing the patrolling monks and avoiding the spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building master.

The real person in the bamboo building seemed to turn a blind eye to this and let it blend into the layers of legal restrictions.

"So that's how it is." The shadow of a hexagonal cold plum appeared in Fang Yi's eyes, and [Plum Blossom Divination] was pushed to the extreme.

Looking at the runes on the magic ban being contaminated by bad luck, the output of spiritual power became slow.

"Will this unlucky spirit activate this restriction and gradually transform it into the worst possible situation?" Looking at the increasingly obscure restriction, Fang Yi's eyes closed slightly, like an ancient cold pond.

'But this is not enough. This unlucky spirit has been famous since ancient times and has intimidated many heroes.

What other hidden powers are there?

Zhang Sunjie's face was solemn, the magic gestures on his fingertips changed rapidly, and a drop of blood fell into the bag of disaster removal and fortune.

"Ga! Ga! Ga!"

A shrill howl sounded, and a black crow with black feathers, bloodshot eyes, and a dejected look appeared behind him.

Layer upon layer of sounds like ghosts crying came out of Changsun Jie's mouth.

"Mourning, sickness, death, bad luck, extinction, the law decrees: the law prohibition is broken, the formation is not running smoothly!"

"The monk is restless and his meridians and mana are backfiring."

"The mind and heart fire are beating, and the restlessness is turning up"

"Ancient witchcraft, a lineage of curses?" Fear emerged in Fang Yi's eyes. The ancient witchcraft spells were strange and inexplicable, and were the most difficult to deal with.

He murmured in his heart, since he was in the devil's way in his previous life, he naturally understood the way of curse.

The most unique thing about this method is that it harms others without benefiting oneself.

If a sorcerer is reckless and burns his essence, blood, spirit and soul, it is rare for him to cause damage to a cultivator of a higher level or a higher realm.

'As expected of a spirit that gave birth to an ancient and powerful being.

The backlash of this unlucky spirit when casting curses is at least 50% less than that of ordinary cultivators, and its power far exceeds that of its peers.
[Plum Blossom Divination] has a record of collecting spiritual materials and refining a magical tool that can block the curse.

"It's done!" Zhang Sunjie's face turned pale, his body trembling slightly, and he put away his life-saving magic weapon. "Master, just wait for a while, and this magic will work itself out."

"boom!"

The spiritual tide surged, a red heat wave shot up into the sky, and sounds of cursing and quarreling came from the stilt house.

"What happened?"

"How could the fire veins in the Dan Pavilion explode? The cultivators who are inspecting the forbidden laws today, as well as Kang Jiu, will go to the Punishment Hall to receive your punishment later."

"Kang Xuanwu, is it possible that your Dan Pavilion is without mistakes?"

"Calm down! Suppress the fire veins first, don't disturb the distinguished guest!"

A dark blue scroll with a watery sheen shone on it, suppressing the fire rising into the sky.

A bronze wine cup and a green jade ruler followed closely behind.

Runes intertwined and turned into layers of magical prohibitions, gradually suppressing the exploding fire veins.

The three foundation-building masters of the Kang family breathed a sigh of relief, although they didn't know who was meditating in the stilt house.

But Master Kang Quan has repeatedly ordered that we must not disturb him in the slightest.

"boom!"

Another magical restriction collapsed, and the fire energy accumulated in the earth veins exploded again.

The two foundation-building masters' magic power slowed down slightly by half a breath, and a gap appeared in the encirclement of the magic ban.

"not good!"

"Oops!"

"Bastard!"

"Boom!"

A red pillar of fire shot up into the sky, stirring up waves of spiritual energy. The pillar of fire continued to expand, turning the grass and trees into ashes, and was about to burn the stilt house.

"waste!"

In the bamboo building, water spiritual energy gathered, and the sound of gurgling spiritual springs was heard, turning into a large white jade hand with distinct knuckles, and a deep blue spiritual light flowed.

"Wow!!"

The azure spiritual light and the red fire energy collided violently, suppressing the fire vein in just half a breath.

After a few breaths, a red spiritual light fell like lightning, and Kang Yuanzhu's face became gloomy.

After repeated investigations, it was confirmed that the malfunction of the magic ban caused the explosion of the fire vein in the alchemy room.

"What a waste! Who is the cultivator who is searching for the forbidden Dharma today?"

"【Clear Spring Transforming into Rain Sutra】?" Under the ancient apricot-yellow tree, Fang Yi sensed the two fleeting auras, and his eyes became clear.

"One is a True Dan Master from the Bishui Pavilion, and the other is a person with pure fire energy, but with a strange aura, and roughly a mid-level Dao foundation.

In the Dayun Immortal Cultivation World, there doesn’t seem to be such a Taoist tradition.”

Thinking about the many immortals in Xuanyang Mountain who concealed their aura, and there was a great immortal who had achieved perfect Dan and was seeking the way to Yuanying.

Fang Yi understood. "Is this a token of allegiance?"

Three days later, in Chiquan Mountain, clouds and mist rolled in and a huge bell rang out.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

In a valley, there are exotic flowers and plants, ancient trees wafting in the wind, and the rich aroma of wine fills the air.

Fang Yi wore a jade crown and a five-colored robe, and under the leadership of Nie Xiuxiu, he continued to move forward along a bluestone avenue.

A few moments.

The clouds and mist dispersed, and a square paved with white jade and shimmering with colorful mist came into view.

"Master Li, the clan's ancestor will be here shortly. Please wait a moment."

"No hurry, no hurry, the guest should follow the host's wishes." Fang Yi smiled, as gentle as jade, and with a wave of his sleeves, he sat down behind a long table carved from ancient wood.

Chen Yao, dressed in an apricot-yellow robe, followed closely behind. She stretched out her slender hand, picked up the jade pot, and amber wine fell.

Fang Yi's eyes moved around, sensing the three fake elixir auras that were waiting to be unleashed in the valley.

"Everything is concluded today. Once this matter is settled, we must see how much hidden treasures Xuanyang Mountain holds."

Hugging Chen Yao comfortably, he closed his eyes slightly, raised a glass of spiritual wine and drank it all in one gulp. He had figured out the background of the Kang family in Chiquan Mountain.

As the sun rose higher, the clouds in the valley gradually dissipated.

A powerful voice came from beside him.

"Miss, why are you guarding this loser? Why don't you join me, Wujue?"

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly and turned to look at the wooden table above him. There was a burly monk with bare chest, eight scars on his head, and a string of rosary beads hanging on his head, with an obscene smile on his face.

"Five Senses Monk?"

"Master Wujue?" Chen Yao's eyes flashed, and she looked at Fang Yi cautiously, and then she felt a little moved.

Although True Man Wujue is lustful and prefers married women, he is generous and has a good reputation among certain cultivators.

"A fake Dan Zhenren is different from a foundation-building cultivator." Chen Yao's eyes moved and his mind turned.

'Even if Li Heng's fighting ability is very strong, he is only at the seventh level of foundation building.

Whether or not she can condense the pill is still uncertain. If she can seek refuge with a fake pill master, even if she is just a concubine,

"Five Senses Monk?" Fang Yi's face darkened slightly, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes. The fake Dan Zhenren actually turned his mind onto his own cauldron.

How could Chen Yao's thoughts be hidden from him?

"Fellow Daoist Wujue, if you need a cauldron, I can provide it for you."

A hoarse voice sounded, and three beams of light fell at the same time.

"Now, my Kang family's Jiazi wine party is very important."

"Three old things." Wujue muttered, a look of fear emerging on his face, and then he pulled a female foundation-building cultivator behind him into his arms and rubbed her.

"Give Brother Kang some face." His eyes swept over the crescent mark on Chen Yao's dress revealed by the silver silk thread.

"This is a fellow Taoist from Xiaoyue Mountain. If you are interested, you can come find me after the reception.

No matter how strong a foundation-building cultivator is, he is not a true person after all."

(End of this chapter)