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

Chapter 599 Fang Yi Establishes Authority by Desiring to Refine a Puppet

Tianji Peak is shrouded in mist and clouds, with a thousand-foot waterfall cascading down, creating rising steam that forms a protective barrier separating the inside from the outside.

The Star-Picking Tower has a nine-tiered gilded roof that seems to breathe in starlight. Each eave is adorned with dragon-shaped ornaments, and the brackets beneath the eaves are painted with images of the sun, moon, and stars.

The flow of Qi was frozen, frost and snow formed, and the Nine Cold Immortal, draped in plum blossoms and proud of the snow, manifested his form from within the building.

He was carrying a square wooden box, with bloodstains seeping from the corners of the box.

"This is the leader of the White Bone Sect, Master Wuhai."

That old man was ruthless; I was unable to preserve his soul.

"Junior Brother Jiuhan, how did you manage to kill the leader of the White Bone Sect so quickly?" Tian Quezi extended his withered five fingers, and a suction force pulled the wooden box into his hand.

"Crack!"

The wooden box was opened, and gazing at the familiar head with its eyes wide open in death, he nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"A fake True Immortal has no ability to seize another's body; when a person dies, their life ends. The White Bone Sect should be taught a lesson."

"Master Jiuhan spoke up."

"As my senior brother said, after killing the White Bone Sect members, I, your junior brother, will have a go at Qing Sui Zhenren's hands."

But Qing Sui's anger seemed genuine, unlike that of someone who had killed Xiao Lie's junior brother.

Tian Quezi's cloudy eyes moved, and his words became increasingly dry.

"If it wasn't the White Bone Sect that made the move, then which sect was it?"
Biyue Pavilion? Tiandao Dock? Or perhaps the Fire Worship Cult?

“Junior brother, our Xuan Yang Mountain has a history of over a thousand years, and has experienced several rises and falls. We have lost our sect leader and even killed a Core Formation cultivator.”

At its most miserable and destitute, it lost all the sacred lands outside Xuan Yang Mountain and was betrayed by its vassal families.

Relying on the legacy of their ancestors, the cultivators risked their lives to barely maintain the lineage.

Now, a thousand years have passed, and why are only ruins remaining of the sects and families that were once enemies of Xuan Yang Mountain?

Tian Quezi murmured.

"It is the belief of generations of immortals; even a nine-generation feud can be avenged. Its majesty is forged through countless battles."

Sensing the landscape screen, Xiao Yan clenched his fist, his fingernails digging into his palm, drawing out thin streams of blood.

He paused slightly, as if explaining, "The words of the demonic cultivators are not to be trusted."

I personally took action and activated the Lesser Heavenly Circuit Diagram. How could I not know that Junior Brother Xiao had fallen from grace?

Such things have happened before.

The old devil of the White Bone Sect was merely stirring up trouble to incite conflict between the sect and the Azure Water Pavilion.

'Is this a final verdict?' Master Jiuhan felt a strange thought. In the past, Tianquezi had always been cautious in his actions. If he were to learn of this news, he would surely investigate again.

Why was a conclusion drawn so quickly?

Tian Quezi remained calm and composed, speaking with a profound meaning. "Junior Brother Jiu Han, I've heard that you have a grand-disciple named Yang Cai'er, who is currently in seclusion cultivating a secret technique?"
"I've consulted the oracle; Junior Brother, you should return to Ice Soul Peak as soon as possible."

Nine Cold Immortal also realized that Tian Quezi was not concerned about Xiao Lie's death, but rather wanted to give an explanation to the cultivators in his sect and the forces under his command.

The sooner this explanation is given, the more it demonstrates the capabilities of Tian Quezi.

Without another word, he swept his sleeves and vanished in a streak of icy blue light. "Senior Brother Tianque, I'll take my leave first."

Seeing the escape light disappear from sight, Tian Quezi spoke.

"Xiao Yan, come out!"

On the landscape screen, the power of feng shui flows. Xiao Yan, dressed in a green robe and holding a green bodhi branch, steps out from behind the screen.

His eyes were filled with hatred as he stared intently at the head in the wooden box.

If Xiao Lie hadn't been killed, how could the Xiao family have ended up like this? They've given up all their important positions in the spirit fields, shops, and the Pill Pavilion and Talisman Tower.

How much profit did the Xiao family lose?!
These are all the resources he will need to collect spiritual items when he re-enters the Core Formation realm.

Tian Quezi gazed at the wisps of precious light emanating from the azure Bodhi branch and nodded in satisfaction.

The Wood-attribute True Elixir is full of vitality and its attributes are compatible, greatly enhancing the advancement of the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch into a superior magic weapon.

Xiao Yan has already transformed his foundation, constantly refining himself and the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, the benefits of which are immeasurable.

With the death of his family's pseudo-core cultivator, their power greatly diminished, and the clan's cultivators suppressed, Xiao Yan had no choice but to cultivate diligently.

"Xiao Yan, this scoundrel's head is yours. After returning to your clan, properly pay respects to your junior brother Xiao Lie."

After this matter is settled, cultivate yourself diligently.

After you condense your core, I will help you compete for the position of sect leader of Xuan Yang Mountain.
We cultivators value cultivation above all else. The Ancestral Hall is watching the Xiao family's affairs closely, so it's not appropriate for me to take action.

"Once you condense your core, the Xiao family can reclaim the spiritual resources and fields they lost, with interest."

Xiao Yan trembled slightly, his face filled with ecstatic joy. "Thank you for your support, Ancestor. Once the matters in my clan are settled, I will immediately go into seclusion to cultivate."

He had lost all hope of becoming the leader of Xuan Yang Mountain, but with the support of the great master Tian Quezi, all of this was possible.

Half an hour later.

Wearing a jade crown and a greyish-white robe, Xu Dingzi entered the Zhaixing Pavilion with a book in his hand.

Tian Quezi's hoarse, aged voice could be heard faintly. "Xu Dingzi, continue to put enough pressure on Xiao Yan."

With his inherent talent as a Wood Spirit Body, and the Xiao family's unwavering support, his cultivation speed could be increased by another third.
The monstrous tide of demons in Sudu Mountain is becoming increasingly dangerous, requiring many Foundation Establishment cultivators to guard it.

Don't waste a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Find an excuse to send his grandfather to Sudu Mountain.

With a platform guarding the ancient city of Dadu, I will send a message to him, so that Xiao Lie's grandfather may perish.

"Yes, I will obey the Master's decree." Xu Dingzi lowered his head, his heart was cold, and a sense of shared sorrow for the fallen rose inexplicably within him.

Xiao Lie had only recently passed away, yet Tian Quezi had already taken action to dismantle the Xiao family; this was far too heartless.

Having held the position of sect leader for over a hundred years, Xiao Lie had accumulated many favors, with several pseudo-Dan cultivators in the sect willing to lend a hand.

But in the end, no one stepped forward, because a cultivator warned them, leaving the Xiao family to be slowly but surely torn apart.

In every little bit, they squeezed out the last bit of the Xiao family's resources to feed Xiao Yan.

"What? Xu Dingzi, what other ideas do you have?" Tian Quezi's gaze fell, his dark eyes were icy cold, without the slightest hint of a smile.

"I dare not! I have no other thoughts!" Under the sharp gaze, Xu Dingzi instantly regained his senses and replied tremblingly.

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Inside the Star-Picking Pavilion, all was silent. Only when Xu Dingzi's robes were soaked with sweat did Tian Quezi finally speak.

"In that case, go and get things done."

He was not unaware of Xu Dingzi's intentions. How much trouble could a cultivator who had advanced to the Pseudo-Core Realm by relying on the spiritual objects bestowed by him cause?
They're just pawns.
A short while later, the pavilion was empty.

Tian Quezi's gaze was low, and his magical power continuously nourished and enriched the perfectly round embryo, causing its energy to slowly but steadily increase.

In the main hall of the sect leader, a bright blue sun emitted spiritual light, stirring up waves of spiritual energy.

Qi Jie's expression was solemn. She hadn't seen Fang Yi go all out like this in a long time.

"Roar!"

A roar filled with primal energy resounded, and strands of earth-based magical restrictions circulated, isolating the internal and external energy to prevent alerting other cultivators.

"Boom!" The plum blossoms withered and died, their vitality decayed, and two streams of bloody tears flowed from Fang Yi's eyes.

Crimson blood slid down, and a pale patch was visible on the jet-black hair.

The backlash from the Heavenly Secrets, though mitigated by the position of Xuan Yang Mountain Sect Leader, still cost five years of his lifespan in this divination of Chi Meizi.

Fang Yi's face was pale, his magic power was unstable, but his eyes showed a strong look of excitement.

"Fourth-tier technique!"
Red-Eyebrowed Child possesses a fourth-tier technique comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator's divine abilities. He has a very promising future in this position of sect leader.

Unfortunately, his cultivation in the Path of Heavenly Secrets was ultimately too lacking; his foundation was insufficient, and the sect leader had only recently assumed the position, so this foundation had not yet been fully explored.

Fang Yi knew that with his Core Formation Level 1 cultivation, it was virtually impossible for him to gain any advantage in Xuan Yang Mountain.

Chi Meizi had reached the peak of Core Formation and possessed fourth-order supernatural abilities.

Tian Quezi not only possesses the sect's treasured Small Heavenly Circuit Diagram for protection, but he is also refining the branches and leaves of the Azure Blood Bodhi.

Zhang Hengyi of the Ancestral Hall is also painstakingly refining the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat.

Although he has the position of sect leader, this is only the beginning. The one who has the final say in Xuan Yang Mountain is Chi Meizi.

After that, the person with the highest position was Tian Quezi, and then Zhang Hengyi, who wielded a high-grade magic weapon and condensed a golden core.

If you want to absorb more resources in Xuan Yang Mountain, you need at least a high-grade magic weapon for protection.

With a slight thought, his white hair fell off on its own and was burned to ashes by the azure spiritual flames. His deep gaze seemed to pierce through space as he looked toward the White Bone Sect's mountain gate, revealing an undisguised appetite.

"Given the resources of Xuan Yang Mountain, and with a calculated strategy against an unsuspecting opponent, Chi Meizi has a good chance of achieving the Nascent Soul stage."

"We cannot miss this opportunity from the White Bone Sect!"

Fang Yi pondered in his heart how he should act after condensing his core to maximize his acquisition of resources.

"Xiao Qi used Huangyan Jade to refine her natal treasure. The demonic power tainted it, creating a protective barrier. It will take at least another ten years to refine it."

The magical restrictions within Xiao Lie's soul are troublesome; he must carefully refine them and see when he can obtain this inheritance from Tian Quezi.

Thinking of the third-tier spiritual item in his storage bag, Fang Yi muttered to himself.

"First, we need to refine a third-tier puppet, which will obviously enhance our ability to fight enemies."

Although Chi Yin's cultivation progressed extremely quickly, it was ultimately kept hidden from the light of day, and his natal magic weapon had never been refined.

"Changsun Jie!" Fang Yi's voice pierced through the magical barriers and carried towards the outside of the sect leader's hall.

A short while later, Changsun Jie, dressed in a hempen robe, strode into the main hall and bowed in respect.

"Greetings, Sect Leader. May I ask what your orders are?"

Fang Yi patted the storage bag lightly, and the second-tier fire-patterned spirit jade fell into his palm. He used his fingers as a brush to write, creating a flowing, dynamic stroke.

In a few breaths, the Fire Pattern Spirit Jade was covered with inscriptions.

"Deliver this visiting card to the Weapon Forging Hall and give it to the descendant of the Fake Xiake. I will pay him a visit in three days."

Holding the fire-patterned jade invitation in his hands, Changsun Jie hesitated for a moment before asking a question.

"Is your master searching for the fake Xiake because of the sect's treasury?"

"You're quite clever," Fang Yi nodded slightly.

To refine a third-tier puppet, in addition to third-tier spiritual materials as the main material, second-tier spiritual materials are indispensable as auxiliary materials.

"Uncle-Master Fang, the fake Xiake is under Tian Quezi's command; he might not be easy to deal with."

"You can send the visiting card yourself."

Fang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint in them. Half of the power of the Xuan Yang Mountain sect leader lay in the allocation and use of the sect's stored spiritual items.

He will definitely take back this position of power.

three days later

"arrive!"

A biting wind swept through, a blue rainbow bridge spanned the sky, and blue lotuses bloomed. Fang Yi smiled and stepped off the rainbow bridge.

The obsidian tower soars into the clouds, with eight hundred copper bells hanging from its eaves, each bell inscribed with the "Suppressing Evil and Drawing Fire Incantation".

The main entrance of the tower is adorned with a gilded plaque inscribed with "Tiangong Kaiwu" (The Exploitation of the Works of Nature), flanked by nine crimson dragon patterns.

"Thump!" Footsteps landed, and the fake Xiake, with a smile on his lips, went out to greet him.

"Greetings, Master Brother!"

Fang Yi nodded slightly and returned the greeting with a bow. "Junior Brother Yan, I have come here today to borrow the Fire Vein."

Furthermore, my junior brother should return the key to the treasure vault within the gate.

Yan Xiake's expression turned slightly cold as he chuckled awkwardly. "Senior brother is joking. The fire vein is shared by the entire sect, so how can we talk about not accepting any surplus?"

However, when Junior Brother Xiao Lie was alive, the Treasure Vault Decree was held by my Weapon Refining Hall to facilitate the refining of magical artifacts within the sect.

What is this talk of returning it?

Fang Yi raised an eyebrow slightly. "Junior brother, you really won't allow it?"

He inwardly scorned Xiao Lie as a good-for-nothing, for although he held the title of sect leader, he had virtually no real power.

The sect leader relinquished the power to access the inner treasury to the cultivators of Tianji Peak.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to go to the sect to ask for the secret order in exchange for the sect's spiritual objects to refine the puppet.

The imposter refused to yield an inch, and a crimson cauldron appeared behind him, emitting spiritual light.

The Xuan Yang Secret Treasury and the Refining Hall only have regulations for the spiritual materials treasury, and do not involve spiritual medicines or talismans.

There are immortals supervising in Xuan Yang Mountain, and merit points are required to exchange for spiritual items.

However, spiritual objects that barely reach the second tier, and those that are only one step away from being mid-grade second tier, are both low-grade second tier spiritual objects.

Although he had to offer tribute to Tianji Peak, the remaining profits were enough to fill the belly of the fake Xiake.

In a struggle for interests, how can one back down?
"Fang Yi, I'm giving the Ancestral Hall some face, you can go back now."
If you want the treasure trove of spiritual items, call Master Hengyi to discuss it. You are not qualified.

The fake Xiake had a deep and unfathomable gaze. Even with Tian Quezi watching over him, he wasn't afraid of Zhang Hengyi, a Golden Core cultivator, coming here.

Let alone Fang Yi?
Fang Yi's gaze turned slightly cold.

The third-tier spiritual item that Xiao Lie obtained was difficult to sell, but it could be used as the main material for a puppet.

Refining a third-tier puppet requires hundreds of auxiliary materials; how much time would it take him to collect them himself?

That would be even worse.
"Whoosh!" The Void Realm Withered and Flourishing Banner swayed behind him, and a withered, yellow hand, carrying a few tender leaves, reached out.

"Fang Yi, how dare you do this?" Yan Xiake's eyes flashed with astonishment.

If it were Fang Yi's third-tier demonic pet that made a move, he could avoid the battle, but a Foundation Establishment cultivator provoking a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator.

He could already sense that his old rival in the attic behind him was casting his divine sense down to mock him.

Then, inside the dark rock tower, cultivators of all ages and genders, each exuding a fiery aura, secretly peered out from the pavilion.

Can't retreat!

The Refining Hall oversees the refining of magical artifacts by cultivators within its ranks, but there is not a single False Core Immortal among them.

Once you step back, you'll have to relinquish some of your say to your old rival.

"Boom!" The crimson cauldron shimmered with spiritual light, like a great sun, and crashed down upon Fang Yi.

"If you don't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!" Fang Yi's long eyebrows were like swords, and the Void Realm Banner behind him moved without wind, with powerful inscriptions evolving the Dao of Life.

Woodcraft Secret Technique: Withered Vine Hand
"Crack!" The withered, yellow hand, with its five fingers like hooks, slammed down with what seemed like a slow but actually rapid motion, causing cracks to appear on the vines.

Despite several cracks in his withered vine hand, he managed to withstand the full force of a fake core cultivator's attack with his Foundation Establishment cultivation.

"how is this possible?"

"Why is it impossible?" Fang Yi wore a jade crown and a black pine robe, exuding a powerful aura.

“Junior Brother Yan, you can just let this law go today.”

If you refuse, I will have no choice but to invite you to the Heavenly Punishment Pavilion.

(End of this chapter)