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

Chapter 601 Two Orders Acquired, Tian Que Appears

"A joke?" Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

"Xu Dingzi of Baicao Pavilion, who is in charge of spiritual herbs, Yan Xiake of Tiangonglou, who is skilled in refining weapons, and Shi Dan Daoyou of Danfang, these three all served Senior Brother Tianque in their early years."

"The imposter has repeatedly suppressed Junior Brother Yang; doesn't Junior Brother harbor any doubts?"

"I took the Heavenly Craftsmanship Token. Although Junior Brother Yan was furious, he remained remarkably calm."

"This," Yang Juyu recalled, recalling the past hundred years and his several encounters with the fake Xiake, in which he always managed to suppress him perfectly.

I initially thought it was because he lacked the right mindset and methods, or was simply less skilled than others, but now it seems he clearly had the help of a celestial strategist.

His muscles tensed, and he said incredulously, "If that's the case, why doesn't the fake Xiake just wipe them all out?"

Fang Yi's eyes were filled with pity. "Junior Brother Yang is a quasi-third-tier weapon refiner, and his access to exchange spiritual items in the inner treasury is being controlled."

Why exterminate such useful beast-of-arms cultivators?

Turning to look at the bound and gagged Yan Xiake, Fang Yi spoke. "Junior Brother Yan, am I wrong?"

"Hmph!" The fake Xiake sneered when he saw that his true colors had been exposed. "Fang Yi, Zhang Hengyi trusts you and is not stingy in telling you such a secret."

"If you know what's good for you, release me. Otherwise, if the Lord comes to punish you, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

Fang Yi didn't say much, but looked at Yang Juyu with a half-smile.

The three main branches of Xuanyang Mountain are called the three main branches because the cultivators under their command firmly control the inheritance of alchemy, talismans, arrays, and artifacts, as well as the various arts of immortal cultivation.

Even if the other cultivators condense their true cores, their foundations are shallow, and they can only share the benefits, unable to compete with the Three Lineages True Persons.

"Senior Brother Fang, you allowed me to suppress and insult the fake Xiake, which only exacerbated our grudges. So that's what you were thinking."

Looking at the swollen face of the fake Xiake and the bloodstains on his lips, Yang Juyu knew there was no way out.

If the two had fought before, they would have still considered some bottom lines, but after today, only one person from the Heavenly Crafts Pavilion will remain.

No one would tolerate having their cave overturned and being repeatedly humiliated, especially since the fake Xiake had the backing of the Great Master.

Yang Juyu asked himself honestly, if he were in Tian Quezi's shoes, with this great master as his backer and having something on him, would he have let the fake Xiake go?

Absolutely not!
Whether it's for revenge or to monopolize the profits of Tiangonglou, there is absolutely no room for maneuver.

Fang Yi remained calm and spoke leisurely. "Afterwards, I will visit Xu Dingzi of the Hundred Herbs Pavilion and Fellow Daoist Shi Dan of the Pill Workshop."

"Junior Brother Yang, would you like to come with me?"

Now, his true colors have been revealed.

A pseudo-Dan cultivator at the near-third level holds a high position in the Heavenly Crafts Pavilion and is of considerable value.

Yan Xiake's expression changed slightly. If Yang Juyu were to find a backer, the trouble in the future would be ten times greater.

He began to persuade him, "Junior Brother Yang, as long as it's between us, as long as Junior Brother..."

With a slight thought, Fang Yi stuffed the thick wooden vine into his mouth again.

If he hadn't restrained his magic power and deliberately held back, the fake Xiake's magic power would have been locked, and he wouldn't have been able to bite through the wooden vine.

Now that the conflict between the two has completely erupted, it is impossible to let the fake Xiake speak.

"Hoo~" Yang Juyu's chest heaved, his face turning pale and then red. After a while, looking at the silver-white beast in Fang Yi's arms, he sighed softly, as if his bones had been pulled out.

In the firelight, a long, hunched shadow loomed, and a dry, helpless voice rang out.

"I'll be grateful if you can take care of me in the future, senior brother."

Fang Yi nodded slightly and walked out along the stone path.

Yang Juyu's expression was gloomy and uncertain. Of the three main branches of the sect, the Xuan Yang branch had long since declined, with no Core Formation cultivators left, only Pseudo-Core Formation cultivators relying on this remaining foundation to eke out a living.

The only cultivators left who can protect the interests of the Heavenly Craft Pavilion are the cultivators of the Ancestral Hall lineage.

True Immortals Hu Lei and Jiu Han wouldn't risk offending Tianji Peak for the sake of Tiangong Pavilion.

"Alas! All my years of scheming have led to this terrible setback."

"If he hadn't made a move earlier, and hadn't had any leverage, given Senior Brother Tianque's temperament, even Yan Xiake would have had a hard time persuading him to act!"

Seeing Fang Yi's figure disappearing into the distance, Yang Juyu sighed inwardly, but dared not be negligent. Crimson spiritual light flowed beneath his feet as he landed half a step behind Fang Yi to show respect.

Sensing the cultivators following behind him, Fang Yi did not stop.

The matter of Sudu Mountain concerns the Crimson Yin Blood Offering and the natal magic treasure, so the three disciples cannot leave for the time being.

With a near-third-tier weapon refiner joining them, and with capable cultivators under their command, many things can begin to be prepared.

Fifteen minutes later, at the end of the bluestone path, the sky was bright.

Fang Yi stopped in the vast hall, and with a wave of his hand, the vines binding the fake Xiake floated in the air.

"Could you please trouble Junior Brother Yang to restrain the fake Xiake for me?"

Fang Yi's words were plain, but Yang Juyu was well aware of the meaning behind them.

A pledge of allegiance!

With cultivators coming and going in the hall, there were many people and many eyes. If the fake Xiake were restrained, the sect would find out within a day at most that the two fake Core Formation cultivators from Tiangong Tower had torn off their mask.

But did he have a choice?

"Boom!" A handful of crimson spiritual flames ignited at his fingertips. Yang Juyu made a hand seal, and the spiritual flames transformed into rings that interlocked and extended, forming a crimson chain.

"Wow!"

The chains bear three inscriptions of different colors: "Investiture of Gods," "Locking of Qi," and "Forbidden Techniques," which intertwine and move like serpents, binding the fake Xiake.

"The sect's secret Xuan Yang Three Seals? Junior Brother Yang, impressive skills!"

Fang Yi clapped his hands in praise, and immediately the ancient vine, as thick as a bowl, turned into specks of blue light and dissipated.

"I can't compare to my senior brother's wisdom and profound understanding, which are unfathomable." Yang Juyu's words were barbed.

He had already seen several Foundation Establishment cultivators disappear into the shadows.

Fang Yi was met with a rebuff, but he wasn't angry. If it weren't for his intervention, the two of them wouldn't have broken off relations.

Tian Quezi's actions were clearly intended to force Yang Juyu to refine the treasure properly under the pressure of the fake Xiake.

Without the support of a True Core Formation cultivator, it wouldn't be difficult for a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator with near-Third-Order weapon-refining skills to secure a place in the Heavenly Craft Pavilion.

"Junior Brother Yang, would you like to come with me to the Hundred Herbs Pavilion?"

The vitality of plants and trees converged to form a rainbow bridge. Fang Yi stepped onto the rainbow bridge and headed towards the Hundred Herbs Pavilion.

Yang Juyu moved his lips and transmitted instructions to his disciples. Then he pulled hard on the crimson chain, causing the fake Xiake to rub his face down against the Rainbow Bridge.

He acted decisively. Although he was angry, now that he had pledged allegiance to Fang Yi, he would not waver.

Once the rainbow bridge had receded into the distance, the cultivators in the Heavenly Craftsmanship Tower instantly became noisy and boisterous.

As a disciple of the fake Xiake, the burly Jia Yunfeng, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and with sword sleeves, suddenly launched an attack.

"Chen Yan, your master is betraying the interests of my Heavenly Craft Pavilion by siding with the sect leader like this!"
"With the Heavenly Craft Pavilion gone, the fellow disciples there can no longer exchange spiritual items for what they used to gain!"

"Betray the Heavenly Craft Pavilion?" Chen Yan's figure was graceful, and her lotus-patterned robes fluttered without wind. She had received a telepathic message and knew that her lineage had no way out.

She sneered repeatedly, confronting him head-on.

"Jia Yunfeng, don't make false accusations. We are all disciples of Xuanyang Mountain. It is only right for the sect leader to take charge of the Tiangong Pavilion!"
"Jia Yunfeng, you're disobeying the sect leader's orders! Are you planning to betray the sect?"

"You!" Jia Yunfeng's face was gloomy, flames flickered, and the aura of a sixth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator pressed down.

Yuhe's robe glowed with a crimson light, transforming into a swaying fire lotus. Although Chen Yan's cultivation was slightly weaker.

However, being at the same mid-Foundation Establishment stage, Chen Yan waved her jade wrist and used her magic power to directly send out a crimson bracelet.

Her master was suppressed, and she had suffered a lot. Now that the situation had reversed and she had been instructed by her master, she could finally vent her anger.

"Boom!" Seeing Chen Yan make her move, Yang Juyu's other disciples had already reached a tacit understanding.

Blazing swords clashed, flaming orbs emitted spiritual light, and crimson fans transformed into fire cranes.
"Whoosh!" Several magical artifacts triggered a fire spirit tide, causing waves of heat to surge.
"How dare you!" A streak of crimson light vanished, and Jia Yunfeng, his face gloomy, looked at the broken jade talisman in his hand with heartache.

He never expected that Chen Yan, who had been suppressed for decades, would actually take action.

"Boom!" In front of the Black Marrow Tower, crimson spiritual light collided as eight Foundation Establishment cultivators unleashed their magical power, driving their magical artifacts to engage in fierce combat.

'Crack!' Dark eyes darted around, and the three Xuan Spider puppets had somehow merged into the Black Marrow Tower, capturing the battle between the two sides and storing it in the recording stone within their bodies.

An hour later.

In the Hundred Herbs Pavilion, amidst the crisscrossing medicinal fields, a nine-story glazed pagoda is hidden in the bluish-purple miasma.

From the clouds, a verdant rainbow bridge stretched endlessly into the distance. Xu Dingzi, dressed in a gray robe with the Shennong Token at his waist, had already received the news and was ready for battle.

"I wonder what brings you to my Hundred Herbs Pavilion, Senior Brother Sect Leader?" Xu Dingzi asked with a smile, his words polite and revealing no flaw.

He made up his mind not to refute Fang Yi no matter what he said.

However, even if the Shennong Decree is handed over, it must be in exchange for sufficient benefits.

Fang Yi stopped looking and glanced at the solitary Xu Dingzi and the Shennong Token at his waist.

His gaze fell upon the nine-story pagoda, which resembled the Heavenly Craftsmanship Tower, and a fleeting image of a six-pointed plum blossom flashed in his eyes.

Beneath the miasma, the Hundred Herbs Pavilion tower was inlaid with forty-nine medicinal jades. In the daytime, it absorbed the essence of the sun, and the jade patterns flowed like the veins of orchids.

Sensing the ambiguous aura, he seemed to be deep in thought. "Junior Brother Xu Dingzi, I've heard that the Hundred Herbs Pavilion is also a senior member of the sect, who used a whole piece of Azure Marrow Jade for refining."

"The sect leader is very knowledgeable. Two hundred years ago, at the location of the Hundred Herbs Pavilion, True Person Tianque used a whole piece of Azure Marrow Jade to refine and harmonize the earth's energy."

'I see, so you use wood to start a fire?'

Fang Yi murmured to himself, understanding dawning on his mind.

Although the Azure Marrow Jade is not a third-tier spiritual item, it is still a complete spiritual item that the Hundred Herbs Pavilion on the ninth floor has refined, which must have taken a lot of effort from Tian Quezi.

He patted his storage bag, and a melodious, refreshing sound echoed, as a stalk of the Emerald Sound Refreshing Bamboo with dim yellow branches floated in the air.

“Xu Dingzi, you have passed off inferior goods as superior ones. You have used second-grade high-quality Qingxin bamboo to impersonate quasi-third-grade spiritual bamboo.”

"Come with me to the Hall of Heavenly Punishment."

Ignoring Xu Dingzi's explanation, Fang Yi spoke up.

"Little Seven!"

"Roar!" A powerful roar echoed, and Seven Rings' silver fur trembled as it leaped out of Fang Yi's arms.

A gourd-shaped piece of Huangyan jade flew out, its thick runes flowing, spewing out brown spiritual sand.

Amidst the flying sand and rolling stones, one after another, large earthen handprints were struck down.

In just a few breaths, Xu Dingzi's face flushed red. Relying on a gray cauldron magic treasure, he breathed in and out magic power, supporting layers of light screens to encourage himself to keep going.

"Fang Yi, your reckless actions will surely bring you disaster!"

With a slight thought, Fang Yi withdrew the Seven Precepts' demonic power, maintaining the rolling of the spiritual sand and trapping Xu Dingzi in a corner of the sandstorm.

He looked at Yang Juyu, who was standing behind him in astonishment.

"I would like to trouble Junior Brother Yang to lend a hand and capture this Xu Dingzi."

Yang Juyu's expression darkened slightly. Offending the fake Xiake and making an enemy of Xu Dingzi would bring vastly different levels of pressure.

He was about to speak up and refuse.

Fang Yi's gaze was sharp as a knife as he said coldly, "Now that things have come to this, Junior Brother Yang, do you still have other plans?"

Feeling the sharp gaze and the aura locking onto him, Yang Juyu sighed inwardly.

He wanted to find a backer, but was unwilling to completely offend Tianji Peak, so he charged ahead.

But he still underestimated Fang Yi.

"Junior Brother Yang?" Fang Yi asked again.

A long ruler slid from his sleeve to his palm, and Yang Juyu knew that he had no way out.

"disease!"

The jade ruler shone brightly, surrounded by crimson light, and struck down the Chaoxu Cauldron.

Seeing the Jade Ruler and the Gray Cauldron magic treasures so close, Qi Jie's demonic power fluctuated unpredictably. After accumulating power for a long time, he unleashed a powerful Earthen Handprint that sent the Gray Cauldron flying.

Yang Juyu looked at Xu Dingzi, who was now only protected by his magic robe, and wanted to recall his magic weapon.

He glanced at Fang Yi, who remained calm and composed beside him, gritted his teeth, and withdrew three-tenths of his magical power, letting the jade ruler strike the terrified Xu Dingzi.

"Snapped!"

"Tear it!"

With a wave of his hand, his robes tore, Xu Dingzi's qi and blood became disordered, his chest caved in, and he was on the verge of death.

Fang Yi grabbed with his five fingers, and the life force of the Yi Wood stabilized Xu Dingzi's injuries. The barbed blue vine followed closely behind, binding him.

After tossing the Void Cauldron to Yang Juyu, whose expression had become increasingly humble, he waved his hand.

He did not enter the White Grass Pavilion. Instead, spiritual light gathered beneath his feet, and the verdant rainbow bridge stretched out once more, heading towards the Red Pavilion.

The silver moon hangs high, and the rainbow bridge weaves through the air, gazing at the ancient pagoda, its entire body crimson and covered with cinnabar patterns, so close at hand.

The rainbow bridge suddenly stopped and did not move forward. Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering even without wind.

Yang Juyu looked puzzled and was about to speak.

An aged figure appeared in the air. Tian Quezi held a dove-shaped staff, his body was hunched, and his aura was unfathomable.

"Junior Brother Fang Yi, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

His white hair flowed over his shoulders, and his cloudy gaze swept over the trembling Yang Juyu, as well as the two bound by crimson chains, Yan Xiake and Xu Dingzi. Tian Quezi frowned slightly.

"I am a junior from Tianji Peak who is unaware of the importance of things. I have troubled Junior Brother Fang to take care of me. I wonder if Junior Brother could return these two to me?"

Fang Yi spread his five fingers, and the Heavenly Craftsmanship Token and the Divine Farmer Token floated above them, emitting spiritual light.

"The sect leader has three orders: Heavenly Craftsmanship, Divine Farmer, and Crimson Elixir. Now, one of them is missing. Senior Brother Heavenly Missingness, could you possibly grant one or two of them?"

A glint of light flashed in Tian Quezi's cloudy eyes, and he shook his head slightly. "Junior Brother Fang Yi, let's leave it at that."

The sect leader's three orders concern the sect's internal treasury; the Heavenly Craft and Shennong orders are sufficient for my junior brother's needs.

As for the Red Dan Law?

"Once you have completed the task you promised me, I will hand it over to you."

Tian Quezi leaned on his dove-shaped staff, and endless starlight fell from it, evolving into the Small Heavenly Circuit, isolating the inside from the outside.

Not to mention the pills and talismans hidden inside, the most valuable of the three sect leader's tokens, the Crimson Pill Token, is the Shennong Token. If Fang Yi hadn't acted decisively, he wouldn't have been willing to give it up.

He greatly admired Fang Yi. With his superior-grade True Core concealing his cultivation, he could outmaneuver those who were unprepared. With a third-tier demon king by his side, killing a wood-type demon king would not be difficult for him.

But if that's the case, then you need to hold Fang Yi's weakness in your hands, otherwise, how could the Wood Dao True Person easily give up the inner core of a third-tier wood-type demon beast?

"Senior brother really won't allow it?"

Fang Yi's gaze was intense as a hazy sixth-grade green lotus appeared behind him. The lotus was delicate and tender, swaying and spreading starlight, evolving into a half-acre lotus sea within the Small Heavenly Law Domain.

"A true elixir?!" Yang Juyu's body stiffened, and he blurted out.

“True pill!” Xu Dingzi and Yan Xiake exchanged a glance, both seeing the bitterness in each other’s eyes.

There are very few true elixir cultivators in Xuan Yang, and the two of them were willing to accept that they had fallen into the hands of a true elixir cultivator.

Tian Quezi's expression turned strange. "What, Junior Brother, do you want to fight me?"
It's not that I look down on top-grade True Pills, but if you, Junior Brother, want to fight me, you'd probably need to cultivate for several more decades.

Fang Yi smiled and unleashed a burst of magical power from his sleeve, causing a verdant spiritual light to emanate from the bodies of Xu Dingzi and Yan Xiake.

From beginning to end, the lives of the two fake pills were in his hands.

The spiritual light easily severed the crimson chains, lifting the two individuals into the Lesser Heavenly Cycle Dharma Domain.

"Senior brother, you've misunderstood. How could I, your junior brother, possibly fight with you?"

"That would be best." A look of surprise flashed in Tian Quezi's eyes, not expecting Fang Yi to be so easy to negotiate with.

His initial intention to teach Fang Yi a lesson and curb his arrogance was abandoned.

His withered palm opened, silver spiritual light flowing, and probed into the souls of Xu Dingzi and Yan Xiake.

"hiss!"

"Well!"

The two men's faces were contorted, but they suppressed the magical power in their dantian and dared not resist in the slightest.

A few breaths later, Xu Dingzi and Yan Xiake fell into a coma, and Tian Quezi's gaze fell on Yang Juyu, whose face showed fear.

"The memories of your condensation of the core in the souls of my two descendants have been erased."

"Junior Brother Fang, you haven't been cultivating your core for long. Do you need my help?"

"Master Fang, save me!" Yang Juyu cried out for help as he watched the starlight spread across the sky.

Erasing one's soul greatly diminishes one's vital energy; even if a Grand Master were to intervene, it would still shorten one's lifespan.

(End of this chapter)