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

Chapter 608 The Actions of Various Sects, Treating Cultivators

Ten thousand demons surged before the ancient city of Dadu, including golden-striped elephants, crimson fire snakes, and blue-cloud cranes... Demonic power emanated from the demonic beasts' bodies, transforming into thick, leaden clouds that blotted out the sky and sun.

The auras of third-tier demon kings such as Qingxiao Yunhe and Jinjing Yuanwang surged once again!

"Not good!" Master Jiuqu's expression changed drastically. "This beast is trying to destroy the city's great formation!"

A red-tailed scorpion, about ten feet long, emerged from the ground. Its tail hook was crystal clear and glowed with a ghostly green poisonous light.

Its demonic power surged, and its tail hook, gleaming with a sweet, metallic scent, pierced towards the ancient city's grand formation.

"laugh!"

By breaking through the enemy's defenses at a single point, a fist-sized gap was created in the great formation.

Visibly, the eerie green venom of the red-tailed scorpion spread, and the spiritual light of the great array dimmed continuously.

"A Crimson-tailed Poisonous Beast at the third-tier Demon King level?" Master Jiuqu's robes fluttered as he unleashed thousands of rock blades with a wave of his hand.

As a third-tier array master, upon sensing the destruction of the ancient city's grand array, he immediately issued a warning.

"The spiritual poison is corroding the array base. Fellow Daoists, please do not hold back. If the array is lost, the beast tide will be unable to be suppressed in Sudu Mountain!"

Nine-Bend Immortal looked anxious. The beast tide had broken through Sudu Mountain and was now threatening Fengling Immortal City.

"That's unacceptable!"

He tried several times to break free and take charge of the formation, but the demon king easily blocked him with layers of blue aura.

The combat power of a mid-grade third-tier demon beast is no weaker than that of a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator. True Man Nine Turns was unable to escape and a slight flaw was discovered, causing him to suffer a minor loss.

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

The red-tailed scorpion's tail hook left afterimages, and the damage to the formation continued to expand, growing from the size of a fist to the size of a millstone in the blink of an eye.

Even if a fake Core Formation cultivator needs to intervene, there are quasi-third-tier demonic beasts to block them.

……

"These wicked beasts have been plotting this for a long time!"

The battle in the ancient city took a sharp turn for the worse, with the human cultivators at a disadvantage. True Man Hu Lei, True Man Yan Youtai, and True Man Yuzhu unleashed their full magical power, leaving no room for restraint.

Although Xuanyang Mountain harbors deep-seated grudges with Biyue Pavilion, the ancient city of Dadu must not be lost.

The cultivation world of Dayun is already barren. If the ancient city of Dadu were to be deprived of spiritual resources, the number of Foundation Establishment cultivators in each sect would decrease by at least 30%.

This is something that would shake the very foundation of the sect.

"You beast!" Jade Pearl Immortal's figure was graceful as she summoned a Azure Water Pearl. With the blessing of the Azure Water Spiritual Light, her aura surged again. Long ribbons fluttered in her sleeves, Azure waves rippled, and her aura was magnificent.

However, the white jade elephant was covered with layers of scales, and the continuous water curtain expanded.

Although he was not good at attacking powerful enemies and was at a disadvantage, it was not difficult for him to entangle Jade Pearl Master.

"Damn it!"

Master Hu Lei disregarded everything else; the loss of Dadu Ancient City had a significant impact on Xuan Yang Mountain.

"Buzz!"

He glanced at the jade bead with hatred, and a second mighty hammer appeared in his hand, its entire body shrouded in dark purple thunderclouds.

The two thunder hammers, their thunder essences converging, have countless thunder patterns raised on their surfaces.

"You've kept your complete set of magic weapons hidden for several attempts. Hu Lei, you old bastard, you've been hiding them well."

“However, this road is blocked!” The Golden-Eyed Ape King’s sideburns flew wildly, a sinister smile appeared on his lips, and his hairy palms gleamed with golden light.

A palm strike!
"Boom!" Blood flowed from the seven orifices of the Golden-Eyed Ape King, and he staggered back several steps, but his aura became even more ferocious.

The eight trigrams runes flowed, and Yan Youtai raised the ancient staff in his hand, unleashing the nine-wood Azure Dragon Staff.

The crimson fire serpents flicked their tongues, coiled into a snake formation, spewing forth fiery venom, desperately blocking Yan Youtai.

"What is this monster trying to do, breaking the agreement like this!"

Man proposes, God disposes; oh well…

With a wave of his sleeves, the Nine-Bend Immortal summoned nine yellowish-brown pearls, no longer caring about concealing his trump card.

After the Sudu Mountain was breached, the most dangerous place was not the Core Formation Realm cultivator, but the Fengling Immortal City, which was several days' journey away.

"Crash!"

The light of water spirit condenses, the spiritual energy of earth element flows, and the spiritual power of water and earth blends together to form nine turbid rivers stretching for hundreds of miles, winding and roaring fiercely.

With a clench of his withered fingers, the Nine-Bend Immortal summoned an ancient array plate enveloped in brown spiritual light.

"You wicked beast, you know no bounds!"

"We're both at the sixth level of Core Formation, do you really think I'm afraid?"

Brown array patterns swirled, nine great rivers surged with turbid waves, and yellow sand billowed, transforming into nine angry dragons that stirred up the wind and clouds, pouncing towards the demonic beast.

"boom!"

The magic array of the ancient city of Dadu was shattered, and the city walls were reduced to ruins.

Hu Lei Zhenren, Yan Youtai, Jiuqu, and Yuzhu, the four Core Formation Realm cultivators, were all injured and their vital energy was low.

Looking at the clear blue sky that had returned, Master Hu Lei glanced at Master Jiu Qu with extreme apprehension.

'That old man has huge ambitions. He wants to refine a high-grade magic weapon in the mid-stage of Core Formation to suppress his hidden strength...'

If the magic treasures of the Six Paths Restriction were further transformed into sect-protecting treasures, the Wind Spirit Immortal City would have a long-lasting foundation.

On the chessboard of the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, a new force emerged, willing to sacrifice its own flesh to make a move.

Nine-Bend True Man also sensed the apprehension of cultivators such as Jade Pearl and Thunder.

"Fellow Daoists, please do not be careless. Those few demonic beasts are not weak in cultivation. They are just temporarily away because they are injured."

The most dangerous time will be when they return.

Having said that, he transformed into a ray of light and returned to his cave.

As long as the demon tide continues, all the sects in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World will need him to stay at the forefront.

The following day, at Xuanyang Mountain, Tianji Peak.

At the astronomical observatory atop the Star-Picking Tower, countless stars remain steadfast, transforming into star charts.

The bronze track of the armillary sphere is inlaid with Bagua symbols, and thirty-six bright pearls symbolizing the stars in the sky gleam.

Tian Quezi wore a plain white robe, his long, withered hair was casually tied up with a bamboo branch.

His fingertips moved in a series of hand gestures as he paced back and forth, his face, covered in fine lines, looking utterly bizarre.

"Strange, the foundation of the sect was already fragile, but after it was solidified, its fortune has inexplicably become unstable again."

He kept calculating with his fingertips, divination runes flowed, and a boundless river emerged behind him.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Pfft!" Tian Quezi spat out a mouthful of blood essence, casually crushed a strand of withered yellow hair, and looked puzzled.

"Just like last time, there's this inexplicable blockage, like trying to see flowers through fog or the moon's reflection in water..."

Tian Quezi vaguely sensed that the aura was subtly blending with the Xuan Yang Mountain and its waters, bringing no benefit or harm.

"That's enough, let's leave it at that. The most important thing now is to refine the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch."

The Xiao family somewhat distracted Xiao Yan, and so…

A transmission talisman was sent out, and Tian Quezi pondered in his heart, thinking that the Xiao family should lose a few more Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"Huh."

A thunder eagle spread its wings and soared into the air, but was isolated by the magical restrictions of Tianji Peak.

"Junior Brother Hu Lei, please transmit your voice?" The lightning dissipated, transforming into a palm-sized jade talisman for transmitting voice.

"Something happened at Sudu Mountain?" Tian Que's expression turned solemn.

Three days later.

The nine-story ship shimmered with spiritual light, and clouds rose from its hull as it slowly descended into the celestial city.

Sensing the overwhelming stench of blood, and seeing the ruins and the barely glowing array, Fang Yi frowned and pondered.

"Something happened in Dadu Ancient City?" A moment later, thunder roared and lightning struck the deck.

Sheng Bo'an, clad in battle armor, exuded a chilling aura. "Greetings, Sect Leader!"
Master Hu Lei is in seclusion to heal his injuries; please, Sect Leader, rest at Ziguang Courtyard.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Bo'an. May I ask what has happened in this ancient city of Dadu?"

With a reach of his hand, wisps of energy converged from all directions, transforming into a scarlet pearl.

"Monsters attacking the city?"

Looking at the desolate ancient city and the collapsed city walls, Fang Yi asked.

"Several demon kings made a move, yet they ended up with such a tragic fate."

The third-tier grand formation, reinforced by spiritual veins, was nearly breached by force.

Sheng Bo'an was pale, his spirits were low, and he said with lingering fear.

"A total of five third-tier demon kings have appeared, along with a third-tier mid-grade old demon, making this extremely troublesome."
"If the four masters in the city hadn't had backup plans, the sect leader probably wouldn't be seeing me today."

"Five Venerable Ones! Junior Brother Sheng, you've worked hard..."

Fang Yi slightly closed his eyes, concealing the sharp glint that was about to burst forth.

If a third-tier demon king could acquire one or two, their trump cards would be greatly enhanced.

Thinking of the blood beads forged from the flesh and blood of the Golden Armored Lion in the storage bag.

He felt a pang of regret. The third-tier spirit puppet was quite powerful, but the spiritual items it required were rare and unique. The third-tier demon beast's soul, spirit core, and inner core were all present.

'Slaying just one third-tier demon king will provide enough materials for the Spirit Puppet Technique.'

As night falls and the silver moon sets in the west, the verdant and upright bamboo rustles softly.

Inside the Ziguang Courtyard, in a side room.

A small, silver-white beast, shrouded in spiritual energy and with an endearing, clumsy appearance, fiddles with an array plate in its hand, the brown runes flowing with the essence of mountains.

The ancient map of mountains and rivers unfolds, and it is actually evolving into a third-order formation in the ancient city.

The sounds of silk and bamboo instruments echoed, and life surged within the waterside pavilion as lotus blossoms bloomed proudly and freely.

"Sect Leader, this servant has come to pay her respects."

On the cloud bed, Fang Yi opened his eyes, and as his gaze shone, he reflected the image of a pair of sixteen-year-old girls.

One was dressed in a pink miniature Pixiu robe, looking charming and lovely; the other had a slightly cold expression, appearing aloof and distant.

Thinking back to his conversation with Sheng Bo'an during the day, Fang Yi did not refuse the beautiful woman who was offered to him.

They were just twin sisters. After he became the sect leader and regained the Heavenly Craft and Shennong tokens, his power and position increased greatly. Countless cultivators wanted to become the sect leader's wife.

'Both immortals in Ziguang Academy are healing their wounds. The twin sisters are testing the waters with their thunderous cries and stones; tasting a bit of their food would be a pleasant pastime.'

Fang Yi activated the "Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing" and combined it with his third-level medical and poison techniques, and he already knew that the twin sisters had abundant yin essence and pure qi, and were not contaminated by impurities.

But it's brand new tea.

A flowing blue ribbon swept the two of them into the side room.

"Rip!" The robe slipped off, and the petite female cultivator transformed into a snake with beautiful legs, her crystal-clear skin exposed, and threw herself into Fang Yi's arms.

"Sister!" the exquisite female cultivator urged softly.

Inside the Ziguang Courtyard, an ancient mirror reflects the scene of a courtyard.

Sheng Bo'an sensed his twin sisters as he entered the side room. The door was closed, and he nodded slightly.

"A third-tier spiritual healer, I wonder if he can heal my old injury. How can a near-third-tier body refiner compare to a Core Formation cultivator?"

The fact that Fang Yi was willing to accept these twin sisters as gifts shows that he intended to befriend her.

Sheng Bo'an was aware of this.

Before Fang Yi broke through to the third-tier spiritual healer, the lineage of Master Hu Lei already had some support.

However, after assuming the position of sect leader, his status rose significantly. The ancient city of Dadu was an extremely rich source of resources, and the allure of profit could be overwhelming. How Fang Yi would plan his next move remained to be seen.

“Core Formation, huh?” Sheng Bo’an sighed softly, then turned and left.

Several days ago, in the battle against the beast tide, all the Core Formation cultivators guarding the ancient city of Dadu suffered damage to their vital energy, and several False Core Formation cultivators perished.

He was also weakened, and if it weren't for his desire to befriend Fang Yi, he would have already gone into seclusion to recuperate.

In the wing room.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, his robes lying spotlessly on the cloud bed. Behind him, the Void Realm Banner of Withering and Flourishing Saga swayed, and a mesmerizing aura flowed.

Wood Path Illusion: Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flowers.

His gaze swept over the two beautiful, fair-skinned female cultivators, whose faces were flushed, but he remained unmoved.

"A familiar taste... I wonder which cultivator made this..."

"Incite hatred between demonic beasts and cultivators of Sudu Mountain, disrupt the tacit understanding between various forces, and then profit from the chaos."

With flowing sleeves and shrouded in a hazy mist, the two female cultivators were completely enveloped in an illusion.

Apart from the Nine-Bend True Man, there is at least one other cultivator hidden in the Sudu Mountain who can fight against a mid-grade third-tier demon beast, and it is highly likely that he is hiding in the Dadu Ancient City.

Fang Yi would certainly take precautions and not let these twin sisters get away with it.

Beauty is merely a daily pastime; it's not worth expending energy on at such a crucial moment.

The next day, the sun rose in the east.

With its carved railings and jade steps, the magnificent and glittering multi-treasure pavilion officially opened its doors.

"Clap!"

A golden scroll is unfurled, and ink stains it, transforming into characters.

Three days later, Master Fang Yi of Xuan Yang Mountain held a consultation to treat the disciples, removing their hidden injuries and allowing them to heal.

The Master of Duobao Pavilion vigorously activated his magical power, making all the cultivators in the city aware of it.

Fang Yi's gaze was intense. He hadn't been to this ancient city of Dadu for several years, and the cultivators in the city had long forgotten him.

Now it's time to reassess one's reputation.

An ancient, bluish-gray cauldron floated in the air, continuously emitting spiritual herbs. Fang Yi remained calm and composed, nodding at the delighted faces of the cultivators outside the stone path.

A few moments.

He estimated that a magical barrier would separate the inside from the outside.

"Judging by the time, it should only take Jiu Shang and Qin Yu a day or two to arrive at Dadu Ancient City."

Bishui Pavilion residence.

Jade Pearl Master's face turned pale. He held a jade talisman in his hand, feeling troubled as he thought about the losses suffered by the Azure Water Pavilion.

"Who exactly made this move?"

With the loss of those beast kings, can the ancient city of Dadu hold out...?

She hesitated, wondering whether she should seek help from someone else.

Given the current situation at Sudu Mountain, only a True Core Formation cultivator can reverse the unfavorable outcome.

But how many Core Formation True Immortals are there in the entire Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World?

……

The following day, Dadu Ancient City.

Qin Yu, dressed in a green wooden robe and wearing a black jade headdress, looked at the crowded Multitreasure Pavilion.

"Disciple Qin Yu greets Master."

Inside the Treasure Pavilion, Fang Yi's five fingers flickered with spiritual light, and a five-colored lotus enveloped a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He lightly tapped his fingertip, and only after the Foundation Establishment cultivator's spiritual poison was removed did he write down a prescription for a spiritual medicine, instructing him to take it safely.

"The fire poison has been removed. Junior Nephew Yu can simply follow the prescription to gently replenish his vital energy in the future..."

"Thank you, Sect Leader!" The cultivator, in a daze, retreated from the stone chamber, his soul gradually returning to normal.

After the cultivator left, a jade scroll was flipped through behind Fang Yi, recording the aura detected by the bewitching technique.

(End of this chapter)