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

Chapter 607 Monster Siege, Danger of Sudu Mountain

"Jiang Xing, come with me." With lotus blossoms beneath his feet, Fang Yi did not speak, but glanced at Xiao Yan and walked straight towards the cabin on the top of the ship.

Jiang Xing breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't been caught red-handed and hadn't gone to the Heavenly Punishment Pavilion, he would have been severely injured.

Tianxing Pavilion is located on Xuanyang Mountain, where few halls are managed by True Immortals who have reached the Core Formation stage, although True Immortal Hu Lei has long resided on Sudu Mountain.

However, there was more than one fake Core Formation cultivator in the pavilion, and they would not give face to a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like him.

'Damn it! The bewitching technique was outmaneuvered by Xiao Yan!'

His gaze was like a knife piercing Xiao Yan, his sinister intent undisguised.

"Uncle-Master Fang, your disciple is coming right away!"

'Useless! Even with Wu Mengchen's help, Jiang Xing is no threat.'

Xiao Yan murmured to himself, "If all the Xiao family's opponents are cultivators like this, the cultivators in the clan will be stripped of their titles and forced to go to Sudu Mountain to hunt demonic beasts."

"Buzz!" The magic barrier lit up from the top of the ship, turning into a light curtain that fell down, isolating the inside from the outside.

Fang Yi didn't even glance at Xiao Yan until Jiang Xing hesitantly stepped into the pavilion.

As the lotus blossoms dissolved into spiritual light, Xiao Yan straightened his back, his heart surging with anger, his face contorted in fury.
What he couldn't accept was being completely ignored by Fang Yi, rather than being forced to bow.

He was strategizing in his mind, confident in the Xiao family's resurgence.

"They are all late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, so let Fang Yi be proud for a moment."

Once I condense the true elixir, I will settle all scores.

Fang Yi failed to form his core, and the Ancestral Hall could no longer collect spiritual materials for him to form his core. Even if his old injuries could be healed, they would not have the financial resources to form his core within ten years.

"Flowing water doesn't strive to be first, but rather to flow endlessly—that's true elegance!"

Xiao Yan's gaze was deep and full of confidence.

Although the Xiao family began to decline, Xiao Lie had not been gone for more than five years, let alone ten. The family's resources were still considerable.

He was favored by the heavens and had many opportunities.

The Xiao family also stopped supporting the Foundation Establishment seedlings in their sect, reduced expenses, and used all their resources to help, with the entire clan's strength intended to support the emergence of a Core Formation True Person.

With favorable timing and location, and being an innate spiritual body with abundant essence, his chances of condensing the core far surpass those of other core-forming seeds in the sect.

Xiao Maode stood up, looked at Xiao Yan whose aura was fluctuating, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

“Yan’er, your Uncle Zhuo and I are both in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. If we join forces, it won’t be difficult for us to protect ourselves in Sudu Mountain.”

"Cultivate diligently; for us cultivators, cultivation level is everything."

As he scanned the Xiao family members, some with longing and others with determination, Xiao Yan clenched his fist, veins bulging.

The trip to Sudu Mountain was partly voluntary for the Xiao family, and partly due to the tacit cooperation of several pseudo-Dan cultivators within the sect, who forced the younger generation of the Xiao family out of their lucrative positions in Tiangonglou, Baicaoge, and Lingxiufang.

The Xiao family's plight had made him realize that Tian Quezi was unreliable, allowing many cultivators to shrink the Xiao family's living space.

The cultivators whom the clan had spent a great deal of effort to win over were also unreliable; not only did they not offer any assistance, but there were very few who would even stand idly by.

The Xiao family had no choice but to draw upon their resources and go to Sudu Mountain to hunt demons in order to maintain the livelihood of cultivators.

They had already gone all in, and the clan was prepared for half of its cultivators to die or be injured.

An hour later.

On the top floor of the flying boat, a landscape screen depicts a map of the land and its people, with layers of mountains and rivers, creating a magnificent and imposing atmosphere.

Fang Yi looked at Jiang Xing, who was bowing, wearing a gilded robe, with a beautiful fan at his waist, and a humble attitude.

"Jiang Xing, you may go and find Junior Brother Meng Chen."

"Sect Leader, it was Xiao Yan who ambushed me just now. I was bewitched and acted impulsively," Jiang Xing said anxiously, trying to explain.

If Wu Mengchen knew that he had provoked Xiao Yan first, he would suffer a great loss and it would greatly affect his status.

As a pseudo-Dan Master and a quasi-third-level alchemist, it's impossible for the sect to have only one Foundation Establishment disciple.

As everyone knows, a fake Core Formation cultivator's path to immortality is severed. At most, they can refine magical treasures to enhance their combat abilities, and their daily cultivation only requires them to maintain their cultivation level from declining.

The ability to help disciples must surpass that of a Core Formation True Person whose path to enlightenment is promising and whose cultivation is constantly improving.

Fang Yi waved his hand, his eyes cold. They were both in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, yet Xiao Yan had schemed against him to this extent. His temperament was extremely poor, and he had no hope of forming a core.

"Jiang Xing, you may leave. Do I need to repeat myself twice?"

Feeling the gaze falling upon him, Jiang Xing's muscles stiffened, and he felt an immense pressure pressing down on him like Mount Tai.

His lips moved, and his Adam's apple bobbed several times, but in the end he dared not disobey Fang Yi's order.

The person who could suppress his master must be a first-rate hero.

Wu Mengchen was dissatisfied, but at most his treatment would be reduced. However, if Fang Yi became disgusted with him, his life would be in danger.

"Sect Leader, this disciple will take his leave now!" Jiang Xing bowed and respectfully retreated out of the room.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, paying no further attention.

My actions just now were merely a coincidence; I happened to run into Wu Mengchen's disciple and didn't want to see his subordinates plotting against me.

Furthermore, put some pressure on Xiao Yan to force him to cultivate diligently and condense his core as soon as possible.

As for Jiang Xing?

Although a Foundation Establishment Stage 7 cultivation level is already quite good, even including one's life, soul, and flesh, its value is still less than that of a near-Tier 3 spiritual item.

Such a cultivator was of mediocre character and had no ability to move him.

Ice Soul Peak.

The biting wind howled, frost and snow condensed, and sunlight shone brilliantly in the crystal-clear ice cave.

Master Jiuhan stood with his hands behind his back, sensing Yang Cai'er's calm yet tenacious vitality.

"During this trip to Sudu Mountain, my grand-disciple sealed off his five senses and suppressed his distracting thoughts."

Now, I'll trouble Senior Sister Wuhua to protect him.

The woman, dressed in a long, flowing palace gown, played with the black strands of hair adorned with cinnamon-painted fingertips.

"Junior Brother Jiuhan, rest assured, you have contributed to the sect, and I will certainly not allow anything to happen to the core members of your lineage."

Master Jiuhan nodded. Wuhua was always a man of his word, and with the Grand Master of the sect issuing a decree, it was no different from him being here.

"Crash!"

The icy blue mist swirled, blurring the slender figure as it slowly disappeared into the plum grove, heading towards the gate of Xuan Yang Mountain.

As Wu Hua Zhenren sensed the familiar aura within the ice cave, a look of regret appeared in his eyes, and he murmured to himself.

"Cai'er, it's a pity that your sister was a step behind and couldn't get you a water-attribute inner core."

Otherwise, even if this secret method is dangerous, it can at least reduce the risk by 30%.

"Sister Wuhua's concern is too much for me to bear. I will remember this kindness."

Inside the ice cave, Yang Cai'er, whose five senses were sealed off in the eyes of Master Jiu Han, slowly opened her eyes.

"Our friendship has lasted for many years, how could my junior sister not know this? Why should we be so calculating?"

The Crimson Sun Pearl is ultimately just a prototype of a magical artifact. Junior Sister, don't say anything more; focus on cultivating the secret technique.

Master Wuhua sighed softly. "After Junior Sister emerges from seclusion, we can support each other and surely make further progress."

As the sun rose higher, the sunlight became increasingly intense.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The bronze bell hanging on the ship rang, clouds and mist surged, animal patterns on the hull lit up, and flames swirled around.

He boarded the ship with disciples from Xuan Yang Mountain, his family forces, nearly a thousand Qi Refining cultivators, and dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"Boom!" A gale howled, and the Danhuo Melting Light Ship emitted spiritual light, forming a layer of protective spiritual light as it penetrated deep into the gale.

Two monks sat on either side of a stone table atop the ship, silent and their aura extremely condensed.

"Buzz!"

Two Core Formation Domains unfolded, and the icy, freezing phenomenon collided with the life force of the wood spirit, eroding each other.

Frost and snow churned in the azure clouds, and ice crystals spread, freezing the lush green lotuses one by one.

Master Jiuhan looked displeased and said coldly.

"Junior Brother Fang has some good methods. He is a junior I have painstakingly cultivated."

Before going into seclusion, he even went so far as to exchange some healing elixirs for his junior brother!

Thinking of what Han Jing had said, Master Jiu Han gritted his teeth.

Yang Cai'er possesses a superior water spirit root and outstanding perseverance.

He also possesses an extraordinary ruthlessness, choosing the most beneficial secret methods for both body tempering and Qi refining.

To make even the slightest improvement and increase one's potential, one must endure ten or even a hundred times the hardship.

He regarded this promising junior as a successor to his lineage, yet their friendship was so deep.

just in case!

What if the two of them become Daoist partners and take over the lineage of the Ancestral Hall?
He absolutely refuses!
"Junior Sister Yang and I both come from Shaoyang Prefecture. We needn't concern ourselves with our relationship, Senior Brother."

Fang Yi felt his Core Formation Domain being suppressed, and a blue light unfolded behind him, causing the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner to flutter.

Runes flowed and intertwined, transforming into chains that pierced into the magic domain.

The lush lotus seeds sprout, branch out, and grow leaves, evolving into a boundless expanse of green lotus leaves reaching to the sky.

"Hmph!" Feeling the continuous aftereffects of the Azure Lotus Domain, Jiu Han glanced at the Void Realm Withered and Flourishing Banner and snorted coldly.

The power of the fourth level of Core Formation has undergone another transformation, almost overwhelming the first level of Core Formation.

Since he couldn't get it easily, given his pride, he naturally wouldn't force it.

A flowing, icy blue light emanated from him as Master Jiuhan waved his sleeves and vanished from the room in an instant.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, somewhat surprised, and then Master Jiu Han withdrew.

However, he paid little attention to it, as a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator had the ability to kill an early-stage Core Formation cultivator.

But who won the battle against Jiu Han?
One possesses a high-grade elixir, the other a strong cultivation level, one has pure magical power, and the other possesses profound magical power.

One is that his natal treasure has been refined for over a hundred years, and they are in perfect harmony; the other is that he has a third-tier puppet by his side, and he is cultivating a third-tier demon king.

Let alone being unable to fight, even if they could fight, the outcome would be unpredictable.

Fang Yi summoned the Five Poison Cauldron, and dozens of spirit-sealing boxes flew out of his storage bag and hovered in the air.

This time, as the head of Xuan Yang Mountain, he needs to attract the attention of the masters from major sects such as Bi Shui Ge, Tian Dao Wu, and Bai Gu Men.

He has condensed his true core, making him the one who makes the moves in the game. He certainly wouldn't come for just a rogue cultivator. Therefore, he needs to prepare more trump cards.

The ancient city of Dadu is stained with blood on its mottled walls.

"Roar!"

The Golden-Eyed Ape King's fur shimmered with golden light, and he clenched his fist, smashing it down towards the ancient city's treasure.

"boom!"

With immense force, he unleashed a barrage of punches, causing ripples to spread across the light screen formed by the ancient city's formation.

"Screech!" The crane cried out gracefully.

The azure sky and the cloud crane's demonic aura soared into the heavens, flapping its azure wings and swirling with melodious crane cries as it swept outwards.

"Wow!"

The melodious crane cries grew louder and louder, the sky and clouds changed color, waves surged on the city walls, and the cultivators who activated the magical artifacts felt a tingling sensation in their souls.

"With such power, the Azure Sky Song has advanced Luo Yu's cultivation once again."

An octagonal plate rises from the ancient city, revealing the ancient trigrams Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li, emitting starlight.

A strange aura flickered in Yan Youtai's eyes, and his robes fluttered in the wind.

The eight trigrams runes spun ceaselessly, and the Nine Wood Azure Dragon Staff roared with immense power as it crashed down upon Luo Yu.

Sound-based magic and supernatural powers are only ordinary in their ability to kill a single target, but when it comes to their ability to kill multiple targets, they are truly formidable.

None of the Core Formation cultivators in the ancient city were a match for Qingxiao Yunhe, the Demon King Luoyu, whose bloodline had returned to its ancestral form and who had awakened the Dao of Sound.

"Boom!" Thunder roared as a purple-gold thunder hammer magic weapon, spitting out the power of thunder, crashed down on the Golden-Eyed Great Ape King.

"Boom!" The purple lightning and the explosive demonic power collided violently, and Master Hu Lei's expression turned solemn.

Although Xuan Yang Mountain attracted the attention of Yu Zhu and Jiu Qu by luring demonic beasts to besiege the city, it was also intended to make Jiu Han act accordingly.

However, he and Yan Youtai clearly did not take action.

"Roar!"

Amidst swirling demonic energy, the sound of crashing waves echoed south of the ancient city of Dadu. A third-tier, low-grade white jade elephant, clad in brown armor and with its two tusks pointing skyward, appeared.

"Another demon king. Which force has provoked the demon race to such fury?"

Yan Youtai made hand gestures with his fingertips, and his divination was like trying to see flowers through fog or scoop the moon's reflection in water. He sensed that there was a layer of spiritual veil blocking out the truth.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Another third-tier demon king, the Crimson Fire Python, appeared, spitting out crimson flames and tiny fire beads from its mouth.

"Does the Crimson Serpent Demon King think that my magnanimous ancient city is deserted, given his haste?" As the voice, neither male nor female, rang out, a True Core cultivator's aura swirled and arrived.

"who!"

The Crimson Fire Python transformed into a snake formation, its demonic power surging forth, and condensed fireballs the size of fists were unleashed like raindrops on banana leaves.

"Boom!"

The wind howled, and the sounds of explosions were incessant as flames clashed violently with the turquoise waves.

"Nine Bends, why aren't you making a move!"

A charming voice rang out as she gazed at the Biyue Pavilion cultivators fighting the demonic beasts on the city wall.

A cultivator with skin as white as snow, resembling a young girl, held an oil-paper umbrella and blocked the path of the crimson fire serpent.

Although Biyue Pavilion has a grudge against Xuanyang Mountain, it has no enmity with Dadu Ancient City, which is like a treasure trove that continuously yields spiritual items.

"Which force is provoking the demon race?"

The spiritual sand surged and transformed into a giant handprint that slammed down, while an ancient, verdant vine transformed into a whip that shattered the spiritual sand.

"A mid-grade third-tier demon king. When did such a figure arrive on the Sudu River?"

The Nine-Bend Master's face was grim, and he nodded, a vibrant aura emanating from him, hidden outside the ancient city.

But the subtle yet palpable pressure felt like a thorn in his back, locking him firmly in place.

"Humans, return my child!" The muffled words echoed throughout the ancient city, and surging demonic energy blotted out the sky.

"Azure Spirit Demon? How did it provoke this old demon to make a move?!" Master Jiuqu's face was gloomy.

This Azure Wood Spirit Beast, a peak-level mid-tier third-order demon beast, boasts a long lifespan and combat power second only to Great True Persons. It has claimed that more than one Core Formation True Person has perished.

Demonic energy surged in the void, and ancient vines spread.

The Green Wood Spirit Demon has the shape of a deer, its body is covered with moss-covered scales, and its joints have wooden tumors that contain poisonous thorns.
The antlers forked like withered ancient branches, with dim yellow datura blooming at the tips.

"Thump! Thump!" As the spirit demon's four hooves pounded, hoofprints were imprinted in the void, and fluorescent ancient ferns grew.

"hiss!"

The cries of deer echoed, and in a daze, nearly a hundred cultivators lost their senses, their magical power malfunctioned, and they perished in the jaws of the demonic beast.

(End of this chapter)