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

Chapter 600 The Heavenly Crafting Decree is Issued, and the Xuan Yang is Inspected

"wrong?"

A cool sensation emanated from the pure crown atop his head, causing his soul to tremble slightly. The tingling sensation that had somehow crept over him was forcibly suppressed.

The fake Xiake looked dazed, and a putrid fragrance spread, carrying a dreamlike and hazy feeling.

"Illusion?"

He was startled and looked down. His robes automatically protected him, shimmering with layers of light.

A single vine, its branches and leaves lush and green, twists and turns, transforming into a cage that continuously devours magical power.

When did I get infected?

“Fake Xiake, I will give you ten breaths. If you do not hand over the decree within ten breaths, you will be in trouble.”

Ah, don't blame me for killing without warning..."

Fang Yi smiled, but his eyes were filled with a chilling coldness.

He came here to establish his authority; a Core Formation Demon Pet is indeed a Core Formation Demon Pet.

If one's own cultivation level is insufficient, these veteran cultivators may inevitably have ulterior motives.

Once he has secured his power, he needs to use Sudu Mountain as a starting point to cultivate his Crimson Yin, and later he plans to take over the White Bone Sect.

Without sufficient authority, these fake alchemists, cunning and treacherous, would cause countless unexpected problems when they carried out their tasks.

As for cultivation?

A third-tier, low-grade medical skill is enough to suppress these fake alchemists.

The so-called "fake alchemist" is nothing more than a failure to condense the elixir, who gilds his own ego and calls himself an alchemist.

In reality, it was nothing more than a fake pill, a dead pill.

……

Feeling Fang Yi's chilling, almost tangible presence sweep over his dantian and other vital points, Yan Xiake's face turned ashen, his expression so dark it seemed about to drip water.

He did not hand over the decree, but instead unleashed his full magical power, causing the light screen formed by his robes to shine brilliantly.

"Fang Yi, how dare you act so recklessly and harm your fellow disciples! Aren't you afraid of being punished by the sect's masters?!"

"Stain~"

"Fake Xiake, you should return this Imperial Treasury decree to Senior Brother Fang..." A mocking laugh rang out.

The gates of the Obsidian Tower opened wide, and Yang Juyu, dressed in a plum blossom-patterned snow-covered robe, with his long hair flowing over his shoulders and a crane feather cloak draped over his shoulders, followed by more than ten cultivators, filed out.

"Yang Juyu!"

The fake Xiake's face grew increasingly gloomy, knowing that his old rival had come with ill intentions.

As fellow members of the Refining Pavilion, the fake core cultivators had previously controlled the right to exchange spiritual items in the secret vault, and had always suppressed Yang Juyu at a disadvantage.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Sect Leader." Yang Juyu ignored the pale-faced fake Xiake and bowed to Fang Yi.

He was astonished. This new sect leader was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, yet he suppressed a fake Core Formation cultivator with almost overwhelming force.

He had only seen this situation before Zhang Heng condensed his elixir.

Once the hidden injuries from the failed Core Formation are healed, decades later, he might become a Golden Core True Person again.

"Greetings, Junior Brother Yang." Fang Yi returned the greeting.

Information about the cultivators in the Weapon Refining Hall flowed through his mind.

The Refining Pavilion currently has three fake alchemists: Yan Xiake, Yang Juyu, and Lü Rong.

Twenty years ago, Lü Rong had just completed his Core Formation and was still struggling to establish himself. He was traveling around the cultivation world, collecting spiritual objects to refine his natal treasure.

The remaining two, Yang Juyu and Yan Xiake, had different goals and overlapping interests, leading to a strained relationship.

He didn't say anything more under Yang Juyu's astonished gaze.

If he had not yet formed a cinnabar core, he would still need to feign compliance and maintain a relationship with the fake core.

Now, all that's needed is to crush them.

The most crucial element of the sect leader's power lies in the three major treasuries, each containing materials for refining weapons, elixirs for alchemy, as well as spiritual items such as array plates and talismans...

Xiao Lie's cultivation level was not high enough, so in order to consolidate his position as sect leader, he handed over the decrees of the three major inner treasuries one by one and won over the fake alchemy masters of the weapon refining pavilion, pill pavilion and talisman building.

Thus, although the position of sect leader is secure, the power in his hands is greatly reduced.

Fang Yi naturally did not want to do that, to make a human-shaped seal.

He concealed his cultivation level in order to catch a few big fish, but he wouldn't let go of any of the benefits that were rightfully his.

The cultivation world of the Great Cloud is inherently barren. Even with the help of a sect, eight hundred years of lifespan might not be enough to condense a Nascent Soul.

"Ten breaths have passed. It seems that Junior Brother Jian is going to have to suffer the consequences of his refusal to listen to reason..."

His expression was slightly cold, and he held a pill the size of a thumb in his hand, from which a wisp of medicinal fragrance rose continuously.

Quasi-Tier 3 Elixir: Red Ganoderma Nourishing Spirit Powder.

It was precisely because the imposter was so deluded.

Previously, due to Xiao Lie's death, the preparation of the [Great Physician's Diagnosis Method] was suspended, and the remaining spiritual herbs were used to refine a near-third-tier spiritual medicine.

This elixir nourishes the soul and heals hidden injuries. However, its drawback is that while the soul is being nourished, it is also paralyzed by the elixir's effects, greatly reducing its resistance to illusions.

The line between medicine and poison is thin.

The various arts of immortal cultivation, each with its own profound mysteries, can enhance a cultivator's combat abilities, making them extraordinary individuals.

He simultaneously advanced to the third level in both the path of spiritual medicine and the path of spiritual poison, with each reinforcing the other.

The transformation of a near-third-tier spiritual formula into a medicine or poison can be accomplished in the blink of an eye.

Every medicine has some degree of toxicity, and even the most potent poisons possess some medicinal properties...

"Fine, I'll just come and get it myself..."

Fang Yi took a step forward, and blue lotuses rose beneath his feet. The invisible medicinal fragrance had already spread into the void.

"not good!"

Feeling the tingling sensation that had resurfaced in his soul, Yan Xiake vigorously urged his magical power.

However, the ever-increasing, yet difficult-to-mobilize, magical power within his eight extraordinary meridians caused his expression to change drastically.

When did this happen?
Senior Brother Sect Leader, I concede! I will return this token immediately!
Return it immediately!

"Too late!" Fang Yi's robes fluttered in the wind, and life force gathered on his five fingers, radiating a verdant spiritual light that covered them with a layer of jade armor.

"Snapped!"

With five fingers together, a cold light flashed down.

"Rip!" The robe was torn, but the powerful magic continued unabated, knocking the fake Xiake off.

The banner of the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing fluttered, and a thick, ancient vine, as thick as a bowl, emerged like a serpent, passing through the limbs and binding the body.

"laugh!"

Sharp barbs sprouted from the vines, piercing through the tattered robes and sinking into the thick flesh, constantly sucking away magical power.

Before long, the fake Xiake turned pale and was unable to struggle.

He murmured in his mind.

How dare you do this!

How dare you do this?!

"Fang Yi, you are merely taking advantage of my vulnerability and my laxity. Do you dare to..."

Glug... glug..."

A thick vine reached into his mouth, pressing down on the back of his tongue, completely sealing off what the fake Xiake had said.

"Slackness?"
"Junior Brother, we're both now Pseudo-Dan Masters. Defeat is defeat. What's there to be lax about?"

Yang Juyu was shocked by what he had done, but he also couldn't resist kicking someone when they were down.

His heart was burning with excitement.

Both being pseudo-elixir masters, he condensed his elixir twelve years earlier than the fake Xiake.

However, he was overtaken by the later-emerging Feng Xiake, who suppressed him for over a hundred years, leaving him only able to play defensively.

Could it be that we're about to turn things around?

He glanced cautiously at Fang Yi, whose expression remained calm, his mind racing.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind. If he missed this chance to turn things around, would he have to be suppressed for another hundred years?

"Sect Leader, I know where the Inner Treasury token is."

"Right inside his cave, sealed off by magic." "Hmm..." The fake Xiake's eyes widened in disbelief.

This inner treasury token is of great importance. Only the sect leader can do so, and he dares not take it away from the mountain gate, so the law prohibits and seals it off.

Only he knew about this matter. Where did Yang Juyu find out from?
"Oh?"

Looking at Yang Juyu, who had lowered his stance, Fang Yi nodded slightly and said calmly.

"Then I'll trouble you to lead the way, senior brother..."

"Senior brother, please come with me..." Yang Juyu narrowed his eyes slightly, preparing to make contact first.

As long as Fang Yi takes away the inner treasury token and loses his greatest power, he is 70% confident that he can suppress the fake Xiake.

……

"Boom!"

The gates of the Obsidian Tower slammed shut, and Fang Yi, with the fake Xia Ke hanging behind him, slowly walked forward on the bluestone path.

"puff!"

As the two continued forward, the bluestone path descended deeper into the earth, and the pearl in the Fire Dragon Playing with a Pearl painting hanging high above emitted a red light.

Half an hour later, a dark archway, surrounded by crimson magical barriers, blocked the way.

Yang Juyu stopped in his tracks, his fingertips changing into a magic seal, unleashing a red lotus magic mark.

"disease!"

The crimson restrictions dissipated, and a surging heat wave swept over us.

"Senior brother, the [Heavenly Crafting Token] that opens the inner treasury is inside..."

After Senior Brother obtains the Heavenly Crafting Token, Junior Brother will exchange it for spiritual items. Please do me the favor...

"Ha, Old Ghost Yang, you think you can take the Heavenly Crafting Token?"

At some point, the fake Xiake chewed up the vine in his mouth and spoke in a gloomy voice.

Yang Juyu's expression darkened slightly, and he waved his hand toward the face of the fake Xiake.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slapping sound rang out. Seeing that Fang Yi did not stop him, Yang Juyu swung his large hand back and forth, slapping dozens of times in an instant.

"call!"

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Yang Juyu looked at the swollen face of the fake Xiake and felt extremely happy. He felt that the resentment of a hundred years had been dispelled in a day, and his magic power was much easier to circulate.

Fang Yi smiled but said nothing.

After scanning the area with his divine sense and confirming that there was no obstruction, he transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the archway of the law.

"Gulu.Gulu"

In the ancient pool, which spans over a thousand feet in diameter, magma churns, with bubbles of varying sizes rising intermittently. The dense fire elemental energy transforms into a misty spiritual vapor.
"Yan!"

The treasure flowed and transformed into a ferocious dragon tens of feet long, clad in crimson spiritual armor the size of a millstone, swimming in the magma.

"The Crimson Flame Blazing Fire Treasure Barrier? When did the imposter Xia Ke set it up?"

Yang Juyu's expression changed slightly, and a sword light emerged from his sleeve, its cold gleam flickering.

"Zheng!"

The crimson sword light slashed towards the dragon's head, but was swatted away by the dragon's claw.

Looking at the dimming magic sword, his heart sank slightly, and a look of resentment appeared on his face.

"Senior Brother Sect Leader, the Heavenly Craft Pavilion of the Refining Hall was crafted by a Great True Person at the beginning of the sect. It was made from a whole piece of black marrow rock to suppress and extract the power of the fire vein, making it convenient for the cultivators in the sect to refine treasures."

Due to limitations in spiritual materials, it was unable to advance to the next level of magic weapon, but it was still able to set up a third-tier magic restriction, blessed by generations of True Immortals, which was still beyond the reach of ordinary Core Formation True Immortals...

Now, this underground fire pool has been sealed with a third-tier protective barrier. With the help of the fire vein, let alone a pseudo-core cultivator, it is impossible to escape.

Even highly skilled cultivators who have condensed their true essence find it difficult to break free from the restrictions of the Dharma.

"Heh, old monster, you probably never expected that I would set up a third-tier magical barrier in this Crimson Flame Pool, did you?"

Yan Xiake sneered inwardly. Although he had lost the initiative and was captured alive by Fang Yi, it was only because he had the intention to outmaneuver Fang Yi and had the help of the spiritual medicine.

Once he is freed, he will seek retribution.

As for their own lives, no cultivator in Xuan Yang Mountain is as bold as this one, daring to take the lives of their fellow disciples.

He is not without powerful backers.

With a wave of his hand, Yang Juyu delivered a slap, then activated his flying sword, slashing down repeatedly.

However, the red dragon easily swatted away the flying sword, clearly without using its full strength.

A quarter of an hour later, his chest heaved and steam rose from his head, but the magical energy of the treasure remained unchanged.

He said dejectedly, "Senior brother, why don't you return to the Ancestral Hall first? Perhaps you could ask True Master Hengyi for help?"

There's no need for that.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, and a silver spiritual light shot out from the spirit pet pouch at his waist.

A small, silver-white beast exuded demonic energy, its powerful earth element easily suppressing the fire element's power.

"Xiao Qi, break the seal on this treasure for me!"

"A third-tier demon king?" Yang Juyu exclaimed in surprise. "No wonder Senior Brother is the sect leader."

Senior brother, you have such great fortune.

After hesitating for a moment, he suppressed his joy and began to persuade him.

"Senior brother, this third-tier demon king is comparable to a True Core cultivator, but this treasure restriction is connected to the fire vein, which cannot be broken by a demon king who has only recently condensed his core."
"Let's go back to the Ancestral Hall and ask Heng Yizhen to take action; there's no chance of failure."

Fang Yi's gaze swept over the fake Xiake, who was hanging in the air by vines, and as expected, he did not show any worry.

"There's no need for such trouble. Xiao Qi, go and retrieve the Heavenly Crafting Token from the fire pool."

"Don't worry, Master!" Seven Precepts opened his mouth and spat out a gourd-shaped piece of yellow jade, which was then activated by his demonic power.

Sand and stones gushed forth, transforming into huge waves that crashed down.

The jade-colored spiritual light continued to spread, without engaging the red dragon, and continuously seeped into the treasure's restriction.

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As time passed, the Crimson Flame Fire Treasure Barrier was continuously eroded by the jade light, while the Fake Xiake's face grew increasingly grim and Yang Juyu's face grew increasingly excited.

"This demon king is actually proficient in formations?!" Yang Juyu's heart tightened slightly, and he subconsciously became vigilant, a dark shield covered in cold light surrounding his body.

When Fang Yi was the sect leader, he did not reveal this third-tier demon pet, but now he has no scruples and has let me know about it.

If it's about trusting oneself, how could Yang Juyu possibly believe it?
"boom!"

As the jade-colored spiritual light completely eroded the protective barrier, the mournful dragon's cry echoed, then dissipated as scattered sparks.

Fang Yi reached out and snatched a token engraved with the spiritual script "Heavenly Craftsmanship" from the cyan ribbon into his hand.

He slightly circulated his magical power, sensing the precious light within the token, and nodded slightly.

The Heavenly Crafting Token is a low-grade magic treasure with a special restriction. Apart from major sects like Xuan Yang Mountain, it is used to open the inner treasury.

No cultivator knew that it would take so much effort to refine a magic weapon that had almost no offensive or defensive power.

"Many thanks to Junior Brother Yang for his help. I still need to visit the Pill Pavilion and the Talisman Pavilion, so I'll take my leave now."

Fang Yi put the Heavenly Crafting Token into his storage bag and did not make a move against Yang Juyu, seemingly unconcerned that he knew about the Seven Commandments.

Yang Juyu frowned slightly. 'Could it be that Fang Yi trusts me so much?'

Therefore, by using the matter of the demonic beast as leverage to exchange for spiritual items, one can obtain considerable benefits.

He pondered deeply, clearly aware that his interests differed from Fang Yi's.

Their willingness to take action this time is merely to suppress the imposter.

If Fang Yi wants to take control of the sect leadership, he will have to suppress the Heavenly Crafts Pavilion and install his cronies there.

Therefore, there is a conflict of interest between him and others.

'Fang Yi's demands are considerable; this is just as good. I've been coveting that Thousand-Refined Bone in the Imperial Treasury for a long time.'

Yang Juyu smiled as he watched Fang Yi leave, secretly planning when to go to the inner treasury to exchange for a third-tier spiritual item at a low price.

Fang Yi paused slightly, then suddenly spoke. "There's something I forgot to remind Junior Brother Yang."

This imposter is a cultivator from Tianji Peak. Junior brother, you acted recklessly just now; be careful of his retaliation in the future.”

"Hmm?" Yang Juyu's movements were stiff, his face slightly distorted, as he confirmed.

"Senior Brother Sect Leader, please don't joke. What connection does this fake Xiake have with Tianji Peak?"

(End of this chapter)