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

Chapter 604 Exploring the Ice Soul, A Terrifying Crane Emerges

"Crack!"

A chilling blue aura surged upwards, and with each breath, the dark, embroidered eyebrows of the Cold Realm Immortal were covered in frost and snow.

"Don't delay, Han Jing." The urging voice of Master Jiu Han rang out again from within the Shao Yang Bracelet.

"With the help of the Ice Mother, Cai'er has been practicing the secret method for ten years before she can emerge from seclusion."

The two of you have a deep bond as master and disciple, so there's no need to rush things.

There are three cultivators in the sect with top-tier wood spirit roots.

With powerful backers like Yan Youtai and Tianque, and being a third-tier Celestial Master, his future is bright.

In terms of foundation, cultivation, and combat prowess, Zhang Heng, having condensed his Golden Core and inherited the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat, the sect's most prized treasure, is also an excellent choice.

A surge of icy energy rose, intensifying the backlash from the secret technique. In less than three breaths, Han Jing's long hair, delicate eyebrows, and forehead were covered in ice.

Her body trembled uncontrollably as the cold energy gradually invaded her dantian, causing excruciating pain.

After swallowing a Crimson Fire Pill, he felt a surge of heat rising through his meridians, and his vital energy in the cold realm eased slightly.

"Master, have we gone too far in our actions?"

Cai'er has always been strong-willed. Given her proud and aloof nature, she might not be willing to resort to such unorthodox methods to express her emotions and desires in order to cope with the inner tribulation of Core Formation.

"Passed?!" Inside the Shaoyang Bracelet, Master Jiuhan's face flushed red, and his tone rose.

"I've gone to great lengths, even sacrificing my dignity, and plotted so many times. But for whom is this all?"

Could it be the Ice Soul Peak Ancestor, who has already formed his Core, possesses profound knowledge, and is about to break through to the mid-stage of Core Formation?

Han Jing, when did you become so sentimental?
[Secret Method of Locking Soul with Mysterious Coffin] You have also practiced it and achieved some success, but do you not know how dangerous this method is?

We cultivators value cultivation above all else. As long as we can condense a true core, why should we care about whether it is a heretical or not?

Throughout the entire Great Cloud Cultivation World, countless Foundation Establishment cultivators have sought this secret technique and this opportunity, yet have failed to obtain it.

"Hey!"

A faint sigh echoed above the clouds. A ten-foot-long ice mirror floated in the air, reflecting the white-haired old woman. The mirror held up a strand of white hair.

She knew that Master Jiuhan always valued his reputation, and that he had really paid a heavy price for this mission.

If it weren't for Yang Cai'er's need to condense her core, his master would most likely have preferred to fight a Core Formation cultivator rather than 'abandon' his dignity to beg for help.

"In the end, it was my secret technique that backfired, consuming a spiritual item for forming the core, yet I still failed to condense the core."

Now it has come to the point where Cai'er has to take a desperate gamble.

With his skin and bones gleaming, Han Jing made a hand seal, casting a memory seal that landed on the jade talisman personally refined by True Immortal Jiu Han.

"Buzz!"

The ice-blue jade talisman shone brightly, transforming into a crescent moon that hung high above the Five Extremes Peak.

Silver moonlight fell, draping Lingfeng Peak in a thin veil.

Looking at the sect leader's main hall shrouded in mist, there was not a sound. Han Jing, his white robe fluttering, sped away towards Ice Soul Peak.

In the main hall of the sect leader, vermilion stone pillars rise from the ground, with azure phoenixes, fire phoenixes, and red dragons, and other fire-attribute demonic beasts engraved on them.

Stone pillars support the dome, and nine jade lotus lamps hang high, illuminating all directions.

The ancient cauldron, covered with insect patterns, was enveloped in alchemical fire. A section of spiritual bamboo circulated within the verdant spiritual light, and gray impurities continuously precipitated out as haze.

Feeling the bright moon hanging high in the clouds beyond the peaks, stirring up changes in the wind and clouds, Fang Yi's sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Points of azure light converged, and the knuckles, skin, and joints condensed into a large azure jade handprint.

"disease!"

The bright moon was plucked down, and its radiant light scattered like stars, transforming into jade slips.

Fang Yi probed into it with his magic power, and an elegant ink crane appeared, its long wings folded together. After a graceful gesture, it transformed into ink-colored characters that spread out.

"【Junior Brother Fang Yi, I hope you have time to chat at Ice Soul Peak.】"

"Hmm? What happens next?!" Fang Yi wondered, his divine sense circulating repeatedly as he examined the jade slip inch by inch.

After examining it several times, he finally believed that there was no other information hidden in the jade slip.

"Such a commotion, with no apparent cause or effect, and all this secrecy and concealment, is just to convey twelve words?"

What exactly does "Nine Cold" mean?

Fang Yi frowned and pressed his temples.

It is said that Master Jiuhan had no other intentions, and he sent his most beloved disciple, Master Hanjing, to come.

If one is sincere, this jade slip is shrouded in mystery, half-concealed, and contains not a single piece of valuable information.

"What exactly is it about?"

Fang Yi looked at the corner of the main hall, where hundreds of communication talismans and jade slips were piled up like a mountain.

After he took over the Xuan Yang Mountain tour and reclaimed the Heavenly Craft and Shennong Decrees from the three sect leader's orders, it proved that he was not a puppet and had real power in his hands.

With its power and influence greatly increased, countless cultivators within the sect sought to flatter and curry favor with it.

In other words, Jiu Han is a Core Formation True Person in the sect. Although he likes to show off in front of others to save face, he is quite reliable in his actions.

Otherwise, Fang Yi would not have bothered with this cryptic jade slip.

"Is it because of an exchange of benefits for the position of sect leader, or do they need something from me?"

Or is it because of the third-tier spiritual healing path?

The jade slip didn't seem to contain any request for favors or anything else.

"This Nine Cold Immortal is truly strange."

He activated the Plum Blossom Divination Technique, and the illusory image of a six-pointed plum blossom flickered in his eyes. By leveraging his position as sect leader and his connection with the fortune of Xuan Yang Mountain, he began to explore Ice Soul Peak.

The azure ice coffin could be faintly seen breathing in and out spiritual energy, a frosty aura that, though fluctuating, still possessed considerable power.

"Junior Sister Yang has abundant fortune and no major changes are expected."

Therefore, there is no need to worry too much about other matters.

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, then reached out and produced a jade talisman, ordering his subordinate cultivators to inquire about the Ice Soul Peak.

Regardless of how Master Jiuhan acts, knowing oneself and one's enemy is always better than being at a loss.

"Wow!"

A clear, long cry rang out, and the communication jade talisman transformed into a blue-feathered crane with wings spanning over ten feet.

The cloud crane flapped its long wings, carried by the gentle breeze, and headed towards the bottom of the Five Extremes Peak, where the fire elemental energy gathered.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly and exhaled another stream of pill fire.

For him, refining the Azure Heart Bamboo and the Thousand Refined Bones into a third-tier puppet was the most important thing.

Once the refinement of a third-tier puppet begins, it cannot be stopped; otherwise, the refined spiritual object will be rendered useless.

The Biyin Qingxin Bamboo is hard to come by, and Xuanyang Mountain is not rich in it either.

If it's destroyed due to carelessness, who knows when I'll be able to accumulate enough spiritual materials to refine a third-tier puppet again?
At the foot of Wuji Peak.

A pool of fire connects to an underground volcanic vein, where crimson magma flows and bubbles of all sizes rise.

Yang Juyu sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his hands forming a mudra, a faint pain emanating from his soul.

As the pure fire elemental energy was continuously drawn and refined, his aura gradually rose, and a rosy glow appeared on his pale face.

"A decree from the sect leader?"

Watching the crane descend from the mountain peak, he dared not delay and immediately stood up.

The cloud crane transformed into a jade talisman and fell into Yang Juyu's hand. Sensing the information transmitted by the jade talisman, he frowned slightly.

"Investigate information about Ice Soul Peak?"
Nonsense!

Fang Yi had the Seven Demon Kings protecting him, but True Immortal Jiu Han had been condensing his core for over a hundred years and was no ordinary person. The Seven Demon Kings had not been condensing their core for long, and were only about the same level as True Immortals at the first stage of Core Formation.

"Master Jiuhan has reached the third level of Core Formation, not far from the mid-stage of Core Formation. He is not someone a low-grade third-tier demon king can handle."

"no!
I must offer some advice: making enemies so easily, offending a Core Formation Realm cultivator, will bring no benefit whatsoever to Fang Yi or myself.
If I cannot persuade them otherwise, I will leave Wuji Peak.

Thinking of the fake Xiake in Tiangong Pavilion, Yang Juyu hesitated for a moment, but eventually made up his mind.

"Offending the cultivators under the command of True Immortal Tianque will result in a great loss."

But the imposter Xiake was ultimately just a fake Taoist master, and there was still room for maneuver.

"If we offend a Core Formation Realm cultivator, especially the notoriously proud Nine Cold Realm cultivator, the consequences will be dire."

Yang Juyu couldn't help but shiver, feeling a chill in his heart.

It immediately transformed into a crimson beam of light and rose towards the main hall of the sect leader at the summit of Five Extremes Peak.

"Fang Yi, Fang Yi, don't be impulsive! A third-tier demonic beast is no match for True Immortal Jiu Han!"

He kept muttering to himself, his heart filled with anxiety, fearing that Fang Yi might not realize the gravity of the situation and offend a True Core Master.

A moment later, the crimson light descended, and Yang Juyu's face showed dissatisfaction, his crimson robe shrouded in flames.

He stepped out of the escaping light, his words, like muffled thunder, reverberating in the air.

"Sect Leader, Yang Juyu has something to discuss with me!"

Inside the main hall, several spiritual objects floated in the Five Poisons Cauldron. Fang Yi looked up and his deep gaze pierced through the magical barriers.

"Junior Brother Yang, what brings you here?"

"Senior brother, you must not get carried away with your success."

The Nine Cold Immortal has been condensing his elixir for over a hundred years, and is not far from the mid-stage of the Core Formation realm.

In terms of cultivation, magical power, and foundation, he far surpasses a third-tier demon king who has just condensed his core.

The main hall remained silent, its laws still in effect. Yang Juyu, his anger rising, shouted loudly.

"Senior Brother Fang, the Seventh Demon King has not been in the core formation stage for ten years. Not to mention refining his natal magic treasure, has he even collected all the third-order earth-elemental spiritual objects?"

Even if you collect them all, can you refine your natal magic weapon?
"With such actions, the Seven Precepts Demon King is no match for True Immortal Nine Cold!"

Sensing the fiery aura surrounding Yang Juyu, Fang Yi waved his hand and unleashed a beam of spiritual light, turning the withered yellow of the alchemical fire into a vibrant green.

Under the intense heat of the scorching life force, the bamboo became even more translucent, and he spared some attention to speak.

"If I insist that you investigate Ice Soul Peak, what will Junior Brother Yang do?"

Yang Juyu realized that he had wasted his breath trying to reason with Fang Yi, but Fang Yi remained obstinate and made no attempt to change his mind.

He was furious and began to dance wildly.

"In that case, don't blame me for not keeping you company. Fang Yi, your petty smugness will only lead to your downfall sooner or later."

"It's still not quite right, this is just right," Fang Yi murmured almost inaudibly in the main hall.

"Buzz!"

A hazy gray aura emanated from the jade talisman in his hand, and several invisible runes flowed through his soul without him noticing. Yang Juyu looked dazed.

"Boom!"

The heavy sandalwood doors of the sect leader's hall opened, and a ribbon of silk flew out, sweeping Yang Juyu into the hall.

Yang Juyu instinctively resisted, clenching his fist and channeling his magical power.

"Junior Brother Yang!" Fang Yi's reprimand came from beside him. His mind became more and more confused, his eyes were lifeless, and he seemed unable to think anymore.

"Master"

His magical power in his eight extraordinary meridians and acupoints stopped circulating under Fang Yi's rebuke, allowing him to be easily manipulated and swept into the main hall.

Fang Yi slightly closed his eyes, and his left hand continuously changed hand seals, casting a magic seal that landed in Yang Juyu's soul, which was suspended in the air.

"That's perfect, let's thoroughly engrave the Bewitching Seal."

A fake Core Formation cultivator who had fallen into a coma and whose soul was tacitly permitted by the sect fell into their hands.

Fang Yi would not waste such a precious opportunity and let it go so easily.

"No matter how good the interests involved, they cannot compare to thoroughly cleansing one's soul and engraving the Dharma seal."

Although Yang Juyu is a near-third-tier weapon refiner, he has accumulated extensive connections over two hundred years of experience.

However, his cultivation level could no longer improve, unlike Changsun Jie, who had the potential to condense his core and could use this opportunity to comprehend the Dao of Misfortune.

Fang Yi's gaze fell, and through the layers of legal restrictions, he saw Changsun Jie, who was cultivating and nourishing the third-tier medicinal field with Liang Qu.

"Whether it's an innate spirit or a spirit associated with bad luck, it's certainly something to look forward to."
"Eldest grandson, diligently cultivate, do not keep me waiting."

He diverted 30% of his divine sense into Yang Juyu's soul, continuously inscribing various magical restrictions and altering his mind.

"The unlucky spirit is not yet fully mature, but the fake core servant is not bad either."

The sun halo rotates, the colors of day and night change, and in the blink of an eye, ten days have passed.

As the sun rises, its warm rays dispel the mist from the Five Peaks.

With a "click," the bearings of the sandalwood door turned, and the main hall of the sect leader opened again.

Yang Juyu, dressed in a crimson robe, his aura restrained, showed no trace of anger. He bowed slightly and respectfully withdrew from the main hall.

He only turned around and faced away from the door after it closed again.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Sect Leader, I will definitely handle this matter properly."

Yang Juyu had already forgotten his previous thoughts. He sent out a series of transmission talismans from his sleeve, which transformed into various colored streaks of light and sped out to summon his disciples.

Inside the main hall, Fang Yi's gaze remained fixed until Yang Juyu disappeared from sight.

"With Yang Juyu's connections as a near-third-tier weapon refiner, finding out about Ice Soul Peak is not difficult."

I will visit you after I have finished my business.

"With no external matters to worry about now, let's first refine the Soul-Startling Crane, a low-grade third-tier spirit puppet—this is the first time in my life I've done this."

"Boom!" A pale, spiritually radiant piece of Yin Bone was summoned, and a portion of the true fire from the Five Poison Cauldron licked the Thousand-Refined Nether Bone.

One year later.

In the main hall of the Five Extremes Peak, a graceful crane cry echoed.

Then, a surge of yin energy rose into the sky, shaking one's soul.

"Ok?"

A small, silvery-white beast leaped up, unleashing its demonic power and summoning a gourd-shaped piece of yellow jade, where the spiritual energy of the Earth element gathered.

Yellow sand swirled, intertwining with magical restrictions, transforming into a small array space, like an inverted jade bowl, isolating the inside from the outside. It enveloped the main hall completely, preventing any leakage of energy.

Even Liang Qu and Changsun Jie, who were a hundred feet away, were completely unaware of this and were still painstakingly drawing upon the earth's energy to cultivate the spiritual fields, hoping that Fang Yi would value and support them.

"Master, you are refining puppets not to plan for daily use, but to make up for the lack of offensive treasures?"

How could he be so sinister?
If the true masters of the sect found out, they would inevitably suspect that the master had been possessed by a demonic old monster.”

Seventh Precept tilted his silver-white head, his dark eyes darting around, his gaze revealing confusion.

He followed Fang Yi for over a hundred years, spending every day with him.

She knew that her master was exceptionally talented and had unfathomable expertise in the art of puppetry, but now it seemed that things were not going well.

"Master's talent in demonic cultivation seems to be more suited to the White Bone Sect than to cultivating on Xuan Yang Mountain."
Unfortunately, the White Bone Sect lacks a Grand Master in the late Core Formation stage, making it slightly weaker than Xuan Yang Mountain.
"No, the competition within the White Bone Sect is fierce. Master only possesses a mid-grade spiritual root; demonic cultivators cannot practice the righteous and peaceful methods."

Seventh Precept sighed in a憨态可掬 manner.

"I've heard that the Ghost Princess, meticulously crafted by the White Bone Sect, possesses a unique charm. I wonder if it can further stimulate the reversion of the Heavenly Peng Beast's bloodline."

(End of this chapter)