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

Chapter 602 Retrieving Treasure from the Secret Vault
The crimson chains slithered like serpents, three beams of light swirling around them, entwining with the starlight that was encroaching upon them.

"The Profound Yang Three Seals? With just this third-tier secret technique, Junior Brother Yang, you are a first-rate figure even among Pseudo-Core Formation cultivators."

Tian Quezi praised him, and then starlight shone brightly, transforming into needles of light as fine as cow hair.

"Ding!" A flash of silver light, the crimson chains shattered, and the starlight once again transformed into a long river, sweeping towards Yang Juyu.

As the petals of the sixth-grade green lotus fell, they transformed into flowing green light that blocked the river of starlight. Fang Yi then spoke.

"No need for Senior Brother Tianque to trouble yourself, Junior Brother Yang will be well under my supervision."

Seeing Fang Yi intervene, Tian Quezi frowned slightly.

Although there are no demonic beasts of the same rank as him on the surface of Sudu Mountain, there are actually often high-grade third-rank demon kings lurking in the shadows.

There are very few Great True Immortals like him in the late stage of Core Formation in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World. He has long been targeted by those of the same level and is unable to make a move.

He placed all his hopes on Fang Yi regarding the matter of the third-tier wood-type demon king, and he couldn't afford to expose it carelessly.

Tian Quezi's turbid eyes darted around. "Junior Brother Fang, just a pseudo-Dan cultivator whose path has been severed."

"To have received the sect's nurturing and to be able to sacrifice my lifespan for the sect's great cause is an honor for Yang Juyu."

'Shameless Tianque!' Looking at Xu Dingzi and Yan Xiake lying haphazardly on the clouds, with a touch of withered white appearing on their jet-black temples, Yang Juyu cursed inwardly.

The rabbit is dead and the fox is sad!

Despite being fellow pseudo-core cultivators, Xu Dingzi and Yan Xiake held a significantly higher status, yet they were so easily discarded.

Erasing the soul information would cause even a Grand Master to lose twenty years of lifespan.

Tian Quezi remained calm and collected, not taking Yang Juyu seriously at all. He considered Yang Juyu a mere pseudo-core cultivator, nothing more than consumable material.

"Junior Brother Fang, don't be so soft-hearted!"

Fang Yi smiled, and with a grab of his five fingers, a powerful suction force, like an invisible hand, drew Yang Juyu into his palm.

"Do not resist. You will need to help Junior Brother Yu refine magical treasures in the future, so it will not harm your lifespan."

Hearing the soothing words and the powerful pressure in his ears, Yang Juyu sighed inwardly and immediately gave up resisting.

With the two True Core Immortals unleashing their domains, he had no chance to resist.

I only hope that what Fang Yi said is true; even if it is false, it will at least reduce my lifespan.
A crystalline, emerald-green light seeped into Yang Juyu's soul from Fang Yi's hand.

Yang Juyu's face was tightly closed.

"Ok?"

Having never experienced the pain of soul refining, he opened his eyes in astonishment.

A pill spun in Fang Yi's hand, releasing wisps of medicinal fragrance that flowed into his soul, sending a tingling sensation through him.

"What's going on, Senior Brother Fang?!"

"A near-third-tier soul-type spiritual medicine?" Tian Quezi's eyes burned with brilliance. With a wave of his hand, the starlight dissipated, and his domain of power receded.

"Junior Brother Fang, this spiritual medicine alone is not enough." His eyes were filled with a sense of testing, as if he was quite curious about what kind of surprise Fang Yi, a third-level spiritual doctor, could bring him.

Xuan Yang Mountain is a place where, for over two hundred years, no cultivator in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World has reached the third level of spiritual healing skills.

Fang Yi's expression was solemn. Unlike the Soul Searching Technique, he only sought to examine the soul once and for all, and did not care about the life or death of the cultivator.

Erasing a cultivator's memories without harming their soul or lifespan is such a delicate skill that he wouldn't have attempted it if he hadn't advanced three levels in medicine.

"Pong!"

The azure light transformed into soul flames, precisely surging into his soul. A tingling sensation intensified, and Yang Juyu drifted into a dreamlike state. His vital energy visibly declined.

"Hurry!" Fang Yi's fingertips changed into a magic seal.

Soul flames enveloped the cultivator's physical body, constantly changing form. In just a few breaths, gray soul matter was extracted from Yang Juyu's body.

Tian Quezi's expression was solemn, knowing that the crucial moment had arrived.

If it's just about putting a fake core into a coma to prevent the soul from being eroded by pain, Jiu Han, Hu Lei, and even the third-tier low-grade fire turtle in the sect could all do that.

The truly difficult thing is to continuously replenish the power of the soul while erasing the soul techniques.

With a slight thought, Fang Yi caused the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner to sway behind him. On the delicate banner surface, a six-armed demon god was making hand seals.

The rich, vibrant flavor of the herbal perfume cascades down like a waterfall.

"disease!"

As he watched Yang Juyu's soul energy stop declining, and as each wisp of soul essence was extracted, the corresponding medicinal power precisely replenished it, Tian Quezi exclaimed in admiration.

"Junior Brother Fang has excellent skills. His study of the Dao of the Soul is unparalleled in Dayun."

His eyes were filled with runes, and he made hand seals, activating the [He Luo Method] to divine the secrets of heaven.

After a short while, Tian Quezi seemed to be deep in thought, and the look of appreciation in his eyes became even more intense, almost overflowing.

"The divine sense of the third level of Core Formation, this must be the effect of the Ancestral Hall lineage's Refining of Divine Marrow."

When I first encountered a Core Formation cultivator, I tried to exchange it with my senior brother Guang Sheng, but he resolutely refused.

"Having refined the Divine Essence in just a few years since forming the Core Formation, it is far more suitable for Junior Brother Fang than my worthless disciple."

"Bang!" With his fingers released, the inexplicable suction dissipated, and Yang Juyu landed on the rainbow bridge at his feet.

Fang Yi smiled broadly. "Senior Brother Tianque, you flatter me. This Refining Divine Marrow is a gift from Ancestor Guang Sheng."

"Junior Brother has only recently formed his core; how can he compare to Senior Brother Shangtai?"

"Medical techniques are easy to use, but healing the spirit and soul is difficult. In terms of healing the spirit and soul, Fang Yi, you are better than You Tai. In terms of skill, I am no match for you."

The only one who can compare to you, Da Yun, is that old monster from the White Bone Sect, Crimson Nether."

With a wave of his sleeve, Master Tianque swept up Yan Xiake and Xu Dingzi, causing them to disappear into the air.

"Junior Brother Fang, hurry up with the matter of Sudu Mountain. I will await good news at Tianji Peak."

On the Rainbow Bridge, Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, the blue lotus withering behind him, watching the starlight fade into the distance, and murmured to himself.

'Crimson Nether?'
Does that mid-stage Core Formation cultivator from the White Bone Sect have such profound knowledge of the Dao of the Divine Soul?

A spark of interest arose in his heart. The soul techniques he had just displayed were somewhat restrained, but among Core Formation cultivators, they were already of superior quality.

In Tian Quezi's eyes, for Chi Ming of the White Bone Sect to possess such skills, his soul must be extremely pure.

"Sufficient main materials for refining a third-tier soul puppet!"
The sect's treasure can be used to refine puppets, its spirit can be used to refine Yin ghosts, and its flesh and blood can be tempered, which is also a great supplement to the Crimson Yin.

The cultivators of the White Bone Sect are treasures from head to toe.

Fang Yi waved his sleeve, and the blue silk ribbon rolled up and disappeared into Yang Juyu's body.

As for Tian Quezi's statement about waiting for good news, he would not reveal his third-tier wood-attribute demon.

As for the three orders of the sect leader, the most precious one is the Crimson Cinnabar Decree.

Fang Yi's gaze was deep and thoughtful as he murmured to himself, "Judging by the time, Junior Brother Green Snake should be able to condense his core by now."

With his foundation, even if he doesn't condense a golden core, forming a high-grade true core should be no problem.

'Heh, a third-tier alchemist who has condensed a true core—what cultivator in the Pill Pavilion could possibly compete with him?'

One month later, at the Five Extremes Peak, in the Sect Leader's Hall.

Yun Qiuya wore a dark blue robe embroidered with butterfly patterns. In his hand, he held a palm-sized feng shui compass engraved with the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the pointer spinning rapidly.

"Boom!" Pure spiritual energy soared into the sky, and thirty-six gilded dragon-stabilizing stakes fell down.

The surging power was drawn in, and nine small dragons, hidden and manifested, with a powerful aura, fell into the small spiritual field.

"Hoo!" Looking at the spirit field that had almost turned into a third-grade high-quality one, Yun Qiuya's chest heaved, and his robe was already soaked with sweat.

He wiped the sweat from his temples and gave Fang Yi a fawning look. "Sect Leader, I have not failed you."

This spiritual field is supported by thirty-three high-grade dragon-stabilizing stakes, along with three top-grade magic artifact-level dragon-stabilizing stakes, drawing in the earth's energy from thousands of miles away.

With proper nurturing, its effects are no less than those of a top-grade third-tier medicinal field. Such a medicinal field can support the growth of any species other than fourth-tier spiritual objects.

"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother Yun, in guiding the earth's energy for me," Fang Yi said politely, patting Yun Qiuya on the shoulder.

"When serving the sect leader, my junior brother only laments that his cultivation and feng shui skills are insufficient to raise the grade of the medicinal field to the third-tier superior grade."

Yun Qiuya clasped his hands together, his back slightly bent, no longer displaying the arrogance he had shown at the Xuanling Longevity Palace. His words were humble, and his expression was ingratiating.

Ten days ago, Fang Yi made a grand tour of Xuan Yang Mountain's Hundred Herbs Pavilion and Heavenly Crafts Pavilion, and escaped unscathed from the hands of True Person Tian Que.

He knew that Fang Yi's power and position far surpassed Xiao Lie's, and he was not a puppet-like figure.

Yun Qiuya felt a pang of regret. If only he had put in more effort back in the Xuanling Longevity Palace, wouldn't he be living a life of great success today?

Of the three orders issued by the sect leader, the most valuable one, the Crimson Pill Order, is in the hands of True Person Tianque.

Fang Yi holds the Shennong and Tiangong tokens, overseeing the use of spiritual herbs, magical artifacts, and spiritual materials within the sect. His power and position even surpass those of the two True Immortals, Hu Lei and Jiu Han.

Fang Yi walked slowly to the half-acre spirit field, lifted his hem, squatted down, and picked up the dark, plump spirit soil.

As he channeled his magical energy, sensing the abundant earth energy and nourishing power within, a smile crept onto his lips, and his aura became warm and gentle.

'The spiritual fields of the Xuanling Longevity Palace are ruined, but the spiritual fields of the sect leader's cave dwelling at the Five Extremes Peaks are temporarily sufficient for the Xuan Tian Spiritual Vine to grow.'

"Tap! Tap! Tap!" Footsteps sounded, and Liang Qu, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and holding a spirit hoe, followed Changsun Jie into the spirit field.

He bowed deeply, his honest face concealing a look of shock.

As a cultivator under the Hundred Arts Pavilion, I was naturally aware of the major event that shocked the sect ten days ago.

"Liang Qu greets Senior Brother Headmaster."

Fang Yi released the soil from his hand, stood up, and pointed to the medicinal herb field.

"I invited Junior Brother Liang Qu here today because I heard that you are skilled in the art of spiritual plants."

This half-acre of spiritual field took a lot of effort. I'm grateful that you, junior brother, have worked hard to cultivate it, adjust the five elements, and activate the earth's energy so that you can properly plant spiritual trees.

My senior brother will surely repay me handsomely later.

"Senior brother, you're too kind. There's no need to thank me for doing things for you." Liang Qu walked along the field ridges, took the hoe from his waist, and held it in his hand.

"Clang!" The brown spirit hoe fell, and a crisp sound of gold and jade clashing rang out.

Feeling the earth spirit hoe trembling in his hand, Liang Qu's eyes lit up.

"What a fine spirit field! The earth's energy has accumulated and transformed into spirit jade. It is the most outstanding among mid-grade third-level spirit fields."

"Senior Brother Fang, what kind of spiritual plants do you want to plant after this spiritual field is cultivated?"
What element does it belong to? Are there any concerns?
Different types of spirit trees require different methods for cultivating spirit fields.

"Such a rare spiritual field, if its nourishing power cannot be fully activated due to elemental incompatibility, would truly be a waste."

Fang Yi did not hide anything. Everyone has their own expertise. Liang Qu, as a near-third-tier spirit plant master, is good at cultivating spirit fields and nurturing spirit plants.

Thirty percent of the spirit creatures in the sect are second-tier spirit creatures, especially those used for farming and guarding. Only another near-third-tier spirit plant master is on par with him.

Thinking of the resonance between the Xuan Tian Spirit Vine and the [Scripture of Life, Death and Prosperity], he took out a spirit-sealing jade box from his storage bag. The box contained soil from which the Xuan Tian Qi had been extracted.

"This is a spirit seed of the Yi Wood attribute, recently sprouted, and has very high requirements for the earth's energy. This is the spiritual soil where that spirit tree once landed."

"Click!" The spirit-sealing jade box opened, and Liang Qu picked up a sliver of whitish spirit soil, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Hmm, the depleted earth's energy carries a hint of astringency."
"Yi wood belongs to the spiritual root, adept at absorbing the earth's energy, unlike other elements such as ice, wind, and thunder."

After a short while, Liang Qu came to his senses, gripped the Earth Spirit Hoe tightly with his five fingers, and five colors of spiritual light flowed around him: green, red, yellow, black, and white, radiating a precious glow, conveying the meaning of the fertile earth bearing all things.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Fang, leave this to me."

"Within ten days, I will surely have everything perfectly arranged for my senior brother."

"Thank you for your trouble, Junior Brother Liang."

Feeling the precious light flowing from the Earth Spirit Hoe, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

A near-third-tier spiritual plant master, equipped with a magical artifact for cultivating spiritual plants, his cultivation level is second only to Huang Guangsheng.

"Junior Brother Liang, I have something to attend to and will take my leave first."

After the matter is accomplished, the spirit fields on Spirit Nourishing Slope can lend you a helping hand, Junior Brother.

"Thank you, senior brother!" Liang Qu's face was flushed, and his spirits were high.

As a near-third-tier spiritual plant cultivator, he is proficient in the art of cultivation, but he is not without rivals within the sect.

The unique terrain of Yangling Slope gathers the earth's energy, making it the pinnacle of Xuan Yang Mountain's resources for cultivating third-tier spiritual herbs.

Such spiritual fields do not require any manipulation or embezzlement. One can verify what one has learned simply by cultivating the spiritual fields and tending to the spiritual plants.

The Way of the Great Benefit Spiritual Plants is being refined.

After Huang Guangsheng's death, this third-tier spirit field became a highly sought-after commodity among the sect's spirit plant growers.

Advancing to the third level of the Spirit Plant Dao and receiving support from the sect to condense the core is already a precedent.

Liang Qu and another near-third-tier spiritual plant cultivator in the sect fought each other to the point of bloodshed.

"Clang!" Watching the earth spirit hoe fall and the earth energy of the spirit field being activated with difficulty, Liang Qu ignored the faint pain coming from his meridians and felt a burning passion in his heart.

With Fang Yi's support, his chances of winning the third-tier spirit field have greatly increased.

When it comes to matters of principle, how could I not go all out?

Seeing Liang Qu's reaction, Fang Yi nodded slightly. This third-tier spirit field on Five Extremes Peak was crucial to the growth of the Xuan Tian Spirit Vine.

The previous incident involving the Biyin Qingxin Bamboo shows that Liang Qu has a good character and knows how to repay kindness.

Therefore, of the two potential third-tier spiritual plant cultivators in the sect, he naturally chose to support Liang Qu.

"After that, it's time to refine the third-tier puppet and head to the Heavenly Crafting Pavilion's secret vault."

At dusk, a verdant rainbow bridge spans the silvery moonlight.

"arrive!"

Fang Yi stopped in his tracks as he gazed upon the deep valley, which was filled with forbidden laws and patrolled by dozens of Xuan Yang Guards clad in heavy armor and wielding long spears.

A streak of crimson light descended, and the burly Xuan Yang Guard, wielding a long spear, spoke in a deep, resonant voice, his connection to the magical restrictions of the valley behind him unraveling.

"This is a secret and restricted area; cultivators are prohibited from entering!"

The Heavenly Crafting Token floated in Fang Yi's hand, his palm pulsating with magical power.

Xuan Yangwei channeled his magical power, and a bronze mirror rose from the valley, its surface rippling with water.

A moment later, a Heavenly Decree of Harmony and Harmony appeared in the ancient mirror.

Xuan Yangwei breathed a sigh of relief, bowed respectfully, concealed his aura, and spoke with utmost deference.

"Sect Leader, please forgive me. It is my duty, and I had no choice but to do so!"

Fang Yi nodded slightly; this was precisely why he wanted to reclaim the Heavenly Craft Token.

Without the Heavenly Crafting Order, the Xuan Yang Guards stationed at the secret vault would never allow cultivators to enter.

Even the sect leader is not allowed.

"Thank you for leading the way, junior brother!" Fang Yi said.

(End of this chapter)