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

Chapter 597: Plotting for Corpse Iron, Searching Xiao Lie's Soul

Xiao Su lowered his head, and a pair of pine-patterned cloud-shoe boots came into view. He clenched his five fingers into a fist, lowered his eyebrows and looked more humble.

“Respect Master Fang Yi’s decree.

Whether it's climbing a mountain of swords or descending into a sea of ​​fire, Xiao Su will certainly go all out and serve the Master wholeheartedly."

Fang Yi remained silent. Xiao Su had never concealed his ambition, so how could he not see it?

"Do your job well. When you're done, you'll be the head of the Xiao family."

"Thank you for your appreciation, Master!" Xiao Su's throat moved and he swallowed unconsciously, his eyes burning with passion.

After Xiao Lie's unexplained death, the Xiao family's strength was greatly reduced, and the family's top-grade spiritual fields and core shops in the market had to be sold one by one.

Relying on the power of the leader, some cultivators are eager to take over the lucrative positions in forces such as Baicao Pavilion and Refining Workshop.

The Xiao family has fallen!
Under such circumstances, a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training would have to find another supporter to avoid becoming cannon fodder.

If he could get the support of Fang Yi, a big shot, he might not be able to take charge of the Xiao family. Even a broken boat still has three pounds of nails, let alone a fake Dan family like the Xiao family.

"If you have nothing else to do, please leave."

A verdant spiritual vine spread out from the ground and turned into a rattan chair. Fang Yi leaned on it, squinting his eyes comfortably, without saying a word.

"Yes, I'll withdraw." Xiao Su looked at the jade bottle containing the Foundation Establishment Pill reluctantly, but did not take it. He moved his knees and retreated towards the door.

Only when he reached the threshold did he stand up, bowed, and then turned to leave.

The azure silk thread rolled up the emerald jade bottle in his hand, and Fang Yi said softly, "You have some sense."

Outside the Xuanling Changsheng Mansion, Xiao Su wiped the sweat from his temples, his robe was already soaked.

He changed the magic gestures with his fingertips, used the light body technique, and left in a hurry with the speed of wind under his feet.

After traveling for several hundred miles, he sat down beside a lotus pond, held up a water mirror, adjusted his crown, and smoothed out the wrinkles on his robe.

After that, he performed a cleansing technique to wash away the sweat, took out pine incense and fumigated it, then offered a mandarin duck love buckle and infused it with magic power.

After a while, a beam of light fell.

Wei Yunshao has a strong build and dark skin. After he stepped out of the escape light, his eyes became slightly brighter.

I saw Xiao Su, who was as tall as a crane, leaning lazily beside an ancient tree in the lotus pond, with his black hair half draped over his shoulders and a red string tied with a golden bell at the end.

"Yun Shao, after I build my foundation, I will go to Baicao Pavilion to ask for your hand in marriage. You and I will become Taoist couples and live together forever." Xiao Su's manners were gentle, his eyes like spring water melting ice, and when he raised his eyes, they were shimmering and full of affection.

"Sulang, you are valued by Senior Brother Fang Yi." Wei Yunshao's eyes were full of smiles, and he stirred his sleeves with his index finger, without any of the majesty of a master who had established his foundation.

"Yun Shao, thanks to your guidance this time." Xiao Su stretched out his hand and took Wei Yun Shao into his arms, speaking softly.

In a place where Wei Yunshao could not see, Xiao Su's face was cold.

If Fang Yi didn't take a fancy to him, then Wei Yunshao, as a second-level body-refining cultivator, would be worthy of his reliance and he should be careful to please him.

But things are still different now.

With the support of Fang Yi, a Jindan seed, after he established his foundation, he gained the Xiao family's background and his status rose greatly.

How could he possibly marry this ugly cultivator who had only just begun to cultivate his body and barely made it to the second level?

Everything is just a temporary measure.

After he lost his backing, he had no choice but to rely on his handsome appearance as a transitional strategy.

A faint blush spread across Wei Yunshao's dark skin, but he still managed to stay calm. "How are you going to deal with your childhood sweetheart, Xiao Qingying, if you treat me like this?"

"Xiao Qingying?" Xiao Su clenched the round ball in his hand, with a look of disdain on his face.

"That slut is so fickle and has seduced me time and again. How could I possibly become her partner?

If Yun Shao doesn't believe me, I will go back and sever all ties with that shameless slave girl."

"Junior Brother Qingying, what do you think of doing this?"

In the Xuanling Changsheng Mansion, a deep blue spiritual light held up a photo-taking mirror. Fang Yi looked at the female cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training beside the mirror and spoke.

Xiao Qingying has a beautiful appearance, skin as white as snow, and a face like a young girl in her twenties.

"shameless!"

Her chest heaved, her face flushed with anger, and the Luosan magic weapon in her hand glowed with ink and water.

Xiao Qingying felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Her parents died early, but they also accumulated some spirit stones.

But for Xiao Su's future, she kept making concessions, living frugally, and using the saved spirit stones to support his practice.

If not for this, with her spiritual roots and being of the Xiao family bloodline, she would have already completed her Qi training and was preparing to build her foundation.

I thought that after Xiao Wenqing's inexplicable death, there would be no more obstacles between the two.

I never thought that the result would be like this!
"Brother Fang Yi, I agree to everything you said.

After the matter is done, hand these two bitches over to me for punishment!"

Fang Yi was playing with the jade bottle containing the Foundation Establishment Pill. He felt neither happy nor sad about the scene before him. It seemed that he had not invited Xiao Qingying to come.

“Qi training cultivators are powerless to help Fang Mou’s matter.

Junior Brother Qingying, you have reached the ninth level of Qi training, and are not far from building your foundation. After you have built your foundation, we will each take what we need."

He looked at Fang Yi deeply, as if he wanted to remember the person who shattered his fantasy.

After a while, Xiao Qingying's words turned cold. "Don't worry, Senior Brother. I'm not as changeable as Xiao Su in terms of thinking.

But in terms of cultivation, he is far inferior to me.

Isn’t this what senior brother values?

Otherwise, why would Xiao Su, who was trying so hard to please me, bother looking for a troublesome cultivator like me?"

Fang Yi smiled without saying anything, waved his hand and threw out several bottles of pills. Xiao Lie secretly hid the corpse-patterned iron in the Xiao family residence.

If there is no foundation-building master of the Xiao family to lead the way, even a Jindan Zhenren will not be able to take it by force.

"You and I each take what we need. The Xiao family still has several masters who have established their foundation. Even if Qingying has established her foundation, she will not allow him to attack Xiao Su.

Please refine this Qi-boosting pill carefully, and we will each take what we need."

A quarter of an hour later, after watching Xiao Qingying, whose aura was cold, leave, Fang Yi took out the Qingyu Strategy.

As the pages turned, the "Xiao Family of Fenqiongding" came into view, and four names among them were recalled by the golden light.

He pointed his finger, and the ink marks of Xiao Su and Xiao Qingying were also circled by golden light.

“Cast a wide net and catch more fish.

So it all depends on which of the six late Qi training masters of the Xiao family will establish their foundation first."

The shadow of a hexagonal cold plum blossom flickered in Fang Yi's eyes, and he was afraid to speak.

“If Tianquezi wasn’t watching, there’s no need to act like this.

"Where did Xiao Lie get the opportunity to obtain this third-grade, mid-grade corpse-patterned iron?"

Green light flowed under his feet, and he followed the bluestone path into the depths of the cave.

"Xiao Qi, you guard the cave. If any cultivators come here, you can send a message to me."

Fang Yi's eyes swept across the spiritual field. The Xuantian spiritual vine had already grown to nine inches. The spiritual soil in the third-level spiritual field was hardened and the earth's energy was almost exhausted.

He frowned slightly. "The Xuantian Spirit Vine is too high-grade. This spiritual land is struggling to sustain it."

"disease!"

The flag of the ruins world withered and flourished fluttered, and Fang Yi turned into a beam of light and escaped into the small cave of withered and flourished.

In the small cave of Kuruo, the thick yin energy covered the sky and the sun. Chi Yin rushed into Fang Yi's arms with light steps, his dark eyes filled with admiration.

"Yes, the foundation of the second level of Jindan is solid. Xiao Lie's fake pill is of good quality."

Fang Yi swept his spiritual sense over, sensing the fiery energy hidden beneath Chiyin's fair and tender skin, and soothed her.

"Once I get the Corpse Pattern Iron, Chi Yin can then sacrifice and refine my natal treasure. With enough blood and food, I hope to get a third-grade mid-grade one."

He pondered in his heart.

He would not take a large amount of elixirs and force his way through, as his progress in cultivation would be slow in such a short period of time.

However, the world of immortal cultivation in Dayun is barren, it is not easy to sacrifice and refine magic weapons, and it is also difficult to improve combat power.

In this way, offering blood sacrifices to the corpse is the most feasible option.

As for where the blood food came from, the two places of Sudu Mountain and Baigumen emerged in his mind.

In the former, there was a battlefield between humans and demons, where many cultivators and demons fell in the life-and-death struggle.

The latter is proficient in [White Bone Demonic Technique] and [Zhu Yan White Bone Contemplation], and is a top-grade spiritual object for refining puppets and magic weapons.

"There are three Jindan masters in the White Bone Sect, one in the middle Jindan stage and two in the early Jindan stage.

Now that I have 'killed' Xiao Lie, I can plan to swallow him up after I take the position of Sect Leader."

Fang Yi's eyes were burning.

The reason why he used his methods to pin the blame on Bai Gu Men for Xiao Lie's incident was not just for this matter.

The White Bone Sect has a top-grade magic weapon to suppress its luck, if it had not killed the Sect Leader of Xuanyang Mountain.

Tianquezi, Zhang Hengyi, Chimeizi and others would definitely not want to create trouble by attacking the Baigu Sect.

"Now, first, take out the corpse-patterned iron hidden in the Xiao family."

A small cave of withering and flourishing.

The branches of the third-rank spiritual tree, the bitter cold plum, are waving, the fragrance of the flowers is fragrant, and under the nourishment of wisps of mist, a green halo ripples. Finger-sized green plum fruits are hidden among the branches and leaves.

"Due to the limitations of the Second Order Spiritual Vein of the Withered and Blooming Small Cave Heaven, it took over a hundred years for the Bitter Cold Plum to bloom and bear fruit."

Fang Yi held the dark green soul bead in his hand, grabbed it with his five fingers, and a sense of coolness emerged.

Heat surged, and Xiao Lie's soul emerged from the soul bead.

His face was hideous, his spirit was twisted, and he was filled with hatred, wanting to eat Fang Yi alive.

"Fang Yi, there is a sect's internal prohibition to seal the soul, so you don't need to think about getting any information about the Corpse Pattern Iron!"

Fang Yi raised his brows slightly, his magic power surged, and the soul of a Yin Yan Jiao slowly emerged.

The Yinyan Jiao shook its head and tail, and a green ghost fire emerged from its mouth, wrapping the soul bead and burning it continuously.

"what!"

Xiao Lie was in extreme pain and screamed continuously.

A quarter of an hour later, Xiao Lie's soul faded, but he was still staring at Fang Yi with a dead look.

"Fang Yi, I underestimated you.

Controlling a third-level corpse, what a deep mind, what a powerful method?
But if you want to use the Corpse Pattern Iron to refine a magical weapon for this corpse, don't dream on! "

Fang Yi pinched his brows and lightly tapped his fingertips, sealing the soul bead with a series of magical prohibitions, and then threw it into the soul-nourishing pond for nourishment.

The soul of a fake Dan Zhenren has undergone a transformation. Although his essence is still not as good as that of a Jindan Zhenren, the difficulty of searching his soul is far beyond that of a foundation-building cultivator.

He had searched Xiao Lie's soul before, and only got some information about the Corpse Pattern Iron, and then his soul was sealed by the magic ban.

Even with the help of the Three Lives Stone, if someone were to forcibly search his soul, Xiao Lie would be shattered to pieces.

A day later, the soul bead regained some of its luster. Fang Yi stretched out his hand and the dark green soul fire was ignited again.

"Pong!"

Xiao Lie's face was distorted and he was spewing curse words inside the soul bead.

Fang Yi felt neither happy nor sad. He waited until the soul light dimmed and threw the soul bead into the soul nourishing pond again.

Refining the soul, nourishing.
Nourish and refine the soul.
Back and forth.

one day

Two days
Three days
Ten days later, Xiao Lie felt a subtle numbness in his soul. When he came to his senses, his face looked crazy.

"Fang Yi, do you want to wipe out my mind?
Even so, with the help of the forbidden magic in the sect, you still cannot know the secrets in my soul!
That corpse cannot be seen in public. Fang Yi, even if you are hiding something, can you compete with Jiuhan and Tianque?

Hey, after I die, the Xiao family won’t be able to hold on for long, and that corpse-patterned iron will definitely not fall into your hands.”

Fang Yi is as calm as an ancient well.

But after Xiao Lie's death, Jiuhan went to the White Bone Sect for revenge. Tianquezi didn't know about the Corpse Pattern Iron, a third-grade mid-grade spiritual object.

The Xiao family, a declining fake pill family, was not enough for him to take action.

Fang Yi has already reached a tacit understanding with Tianquezi.

Tianji Peak used the decline of the Xiao family to temper Xiao Yan, so that he would practice hard and condense the elixir as soon as possible.

Before Xiao Yan condenses his elixir, Tianji Peak will not interfere in the Xiao family's affairs.

"Pfft!"

The dark green soul bead fell into the soul-nourishing pond again, and Fang Yi murmured.

"It's just a divine restriction. Once you become the sect leader, you'll find the inheritance of this restriction and be able to bypass it."

Tianji Peak.

In the Baimu Garden, cedars are waving, cypresses are twisted, and all kinds of spiritual plants are connected by energy, forming an inexplicable formation.

Xiao Yan's face was ashen, his aura gloomy. "Uncle, what's the current situation of the clan?"

Xiao Zhuo, with a head full of white hair, smiled bitterly. "After the ancestor's death, we lost the True Master Fake Dan, and the loss was too great.

The position of manager of Baicao Pavilion, the position of deputy head of the Equipment Refining Hall, and the clan's quasi-third-level spiritual field have all been ceded.

But even so, those fake Dan Zhenren are still not satisfied."

"Is this still the case within our sect?" Xiao Yan showed an indignant look on his face, his dissatisfaction reaching the extreme.

Xiao Zhuo sighed. "The Zushi Hall has a Jindan master in charge, and after Master Huang Guangsheng passed away, he also gave up his interests.

What's more, it's my Xiao family. How can the dead compete with the living?
The only way to break the impasse now is for you, Xiao Yan, to become Tianquezi's disciple, and then another true master will emerge from the clan."

"How can this be easy?" Xiao Yan's eyes were deep, and he hesitated to speak. "Uncle, go and appease the cultivators in the clan first.

I will do my best to become Master Tianque's disciple."

"In that case, I won't bother you anymore." Xiao Zhuo turned and left with a look of disappointment on his face.

Even though he was a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, he was exhausted after being attacked so many times.

Wait for Xiao Zhuo to leave.

Light flickered in Xiao Yan's sleeves, and the delicate green water bodhi branch and the green jade slip floated in front of him.

His gaze fell on the green jade slip, hesitant. "Do I really want to completely switch to practicing this [Jade Bodhi Kung]?"

Thinking about converting magic power and practicing the Jade Bodhi Kung, which caused cramps and marrow to be pulled out, penetrating deep into the soul, and was like the pain of falling into endless suffering, Xiao Yan shuddered.

In the Zhaixing Tower, Tianquezi was waving his white robe, and the Small Zhoutian Diagram was dotted with starlight.

"The fortune of our sect has actually increased again?" He looked puzzled and muttered to himself as he thought about the only important thing that happened today.

"Could it be that Fang Yi's appointment as the sect leader will be of such great benefit to Xuanyang Mountain?"

Tianqueziwei shook his head slightly, and a ray of light shot out from his skinny five fingers, turning into a blue water mirror, reflecting Xiao Yan's hesitant look.

"It's still a little off."

He cast a jade talisman, and a quarter of an hour later, Xu Dingzi hurried into the attic.

"Xu Dingzi greets the master."

Tianquezi's eyes were cold as he ordered, "Xiao Yan is still a little behind. You should send his relatives and friends on their way and lend him a helping hand."

Ten days later.

"Boom!"

In Xuanyang Mountain, a huge bell sounded.

In the Xuanling Changsheng Mansion, Fang Yi was dressed in green clothes, with a scorching gaze. With a wave of his hand, he took the Xuantian Lingteng into the Kurong Small Cave.

Xuantian's spiritual roots are precious, and various forces came to congratulate the master at his ceremony, and it was a mixed crowd, so he had to put them away early.

In the withered and flourishing small cave, the Xuantian Lingteng stopped growing. Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the restrictions in the cave dissipated like clouds and mist.

"Dong!" The bell rang twice.

The fragrance of grass and trees filled the air, and Zhang Heng landed in the cave with a smile on his face.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Fang!"

(End of this chapter)