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

Chapter 612 Seeking the Ferry, the Incense Master

As the sun and moon revolve, and day and night change, a hazy mist shrouds the mountains and forests as we journey deep into the mountains.

One after another, demonic beasts appeared and disappeared, and under the tacit and continuous influence of their demonic aura, the spiritual veins gradually became tainted with demonic power.

Fang Yi's face was withered, his eyes were dim and yellow, and spiritual energy flowed beneath his feet, transforming into blood lotuses as he strolled through the gloomy ancient forest.

"With the invasion of demonic power, within sixty years at most, half of the spiritual lands of Sudu Mountain will be transformed into a demonic realm."

Human cultivators possess various skills for cultivating immortality and utilizing spiritual veins, while the demon race has a long history and also possesses supernatural powers and secret techniques.

Once a demonic aura has completely corrupted the spiritual veins, these veins will transform into a mysterious field that suppresses the cultivator's divine sense, magical power, and strength.

Fang Yi was playing with a soul bead the size of a thumb in his hand.

"Pong!"

The azure flames flickered incessantly, their tongues licking and slowly burning away at Xiao Lie's soul.

Feeling Xiao Lie's soul gradually becoming numb within the Soul Pearl, he nodded slightly.

"At the current pace, Xiao Lie can be completely wiped out in another year."

Third-grade mid-level corpse-patterned iron is sufficient to serve as Chi Yin's natal treasure.

Without a natal treasure to protect him, the Crimson Yin cultivator will ultimately fall short of other cultivators of the same level.

Half an hour later, sensing the dim light of the Soul Pearl, Fang Yi's divine sense stirred slightly, and the Yin energy swirled behind him, with the spirit banners heavy with fierce ghosts rising and falling.

"Wow!"

Chi Yin reached out with both hands, her tender five fingers pinching the Soul Pearl, and slowly dragged it into the Soul Nourishing Pool of the Withered and Flourishing Cave.

"Pfft!"

Water splashed everywhere as the Soul Pearl continuously absorbed the replenishing fluid.

Feeling the constantly receding water level in the Soul Nourishing Pool and the thinning soul power, Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

"In this ten days, three Foundation Establishment cultivators and two second-tier demonic beasts were killed."

However, the Soul Nourishing Pool is insufficient to nourish Xiao Lie's soul until the Soul Search reveals the whereabouts of the Corpse Pattern Iron, leaving some gaps in his soul.
"Whether it's the Azure Water Pavilion or the Wind Spirit Immortal City, we need to find some more Foundation Establishment cultivators to nourish them with their divine souls."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly. Seventy to eighty percent of the Foundation Establishment cultivators who had been hunting demonic beasts and collecting spiritual herbs and treasures deep in Sudu Mountain had retreated.

If it weren't for the third-tier mid-grade demon king, Qingmu Lingxiao, leading the Golden-Eyed Ape King, Qingxiao Cloud Crane, and Crimson Fire Serpent, among other demon kings, to besiege Dadu Ancient City...

He wouldn't go through such a complicated process of hunting Foundation Establishment cultivators to feed his Soul Pool.

"arrive!"

The bright moon hangs high, ancient trees reach for the sky, their branches and leaves swaying, and a sinister aura permeates the forest.

Behind Fang Yi, the pages of the jade scroll turned, revealing information obtained from numerous Foundation Establishment cultivators, outlined in ink.

The price of spirit items has inexplicably increased by 10% over the past few years.
Several independent cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage gathered at Crimson Soul Mountain to hunt down demonic beasts.
The two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Chen family invited many friends to explore opportunities together.
The twelve ink marks flowed around, all categorized by Fang Yi as places where True Core cultivators might appear.

Nine of the marks had already been erased with cinnabar. Over the past half month, Fang Yi had explored the accumulated information one by one.

Although there were some small gains, filling up the storage bag, they were nothing more than second-tier high-grade spiritual herbs, metals, and even the cave dwellings of cultivators who had passed away.

He found nothing of what he needed, and there was not even a trace of the mastermind behind the demons' siege of Dadu Ancient City.

"I wonder if we can find the mastermind in this Blood Locust Forest. If we can't find the mastermind in the other three places..."

We can only wait and see, and wait for the second beast tide to besiege the city.

Fang Yi was unwilling to sit idly by and wait for his death.

The mastermind behind the first siege of the city by the beast tide was not exposed, and the second time, after much planning, the possibility of exposure is even smaller.

"This is troublesome. If things are hopeless, we have no leads."

Using the pretext of protecting the interests of Sudu Mountain under the guise of holding the position of sect leader, they requested Yan Youtai's intervention.
However, even if the mastermind is discovered, Chi Yin cannot take action within sixty years regarding the hunting of blood offerings during the conflict between the two clans.

"In this way, at least we can ensure that the blood offerings that emerge during the battles between the two tribes of Sudu Mountain will not be intercepted by the dark forces."

Looking at the ancient, crimson forest with its fluttering branches and leaves, a deep and eerie light filled Fang Yi's eyes.

"disease!"

He reached out and grabbed it, and life force gathered, transforming into a large handprint with distinct joints and long, slender fingers, which slapped down.

According to Chen Qingzhu, a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the sect, there were blood-path demonic beasts gathering, and it seemed that there were demonic cultivators hiding in the shadows. He dared not investigate.

Chen Qingzhu is at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment and is also a disciple of the sect. Although his foundation is not top-notch among cultivators of the same level, he is still a first-rate figure.

The fact that it made him so wary that he dared not investigate and left from afar suggests that there must be at least a near-third-tier demonic beast here, or perhaps more.
A Core Formation True Person!

Fang Yi's eyes shimmered with the illusory image of plum blossoms, and his fingertips moved in various hand gestures, activating the [Plum Blossom Divination].

First, it was discovered by Changsun Jie's innate unlucky spirit, and then it had the Xuan Tian spiritual root to shield the secrets of heaven and suppress the fortune.

He studied both, comparing them with the traditions of Plum Blossom Divination, and made great progress in understanding the secrets of the universe.

His second-tier mid-grade divination skills are solid, and he is not far from becoming a second-tier high-grade celestial strategist.

Such profound skills are certainly insufficient for tracking down a Core Formation cultivator across vast distances.

However, with the help of Core Formation cultivation, accelerating the exploration of this thousand-mile-long Blood Locust Forest would be a piece of cake.

"sough!"

The pitch-black locust leaves swayed, their veins crimson, as if the howling of a vengeful ghost were ringing out.

Fang Yi's vast divine sense silently surged forth, effortlessly and with extreme agility, transforming into strands of silk that swept across the deep ancient forest inch by inch.

Time passed slowly, and Fang Yi remained calm as he intently scanned every inch of the thousand-mile locust forest.

The siege of Fengling Immortal City by demonic beasts must have been orchestrated by someone, and that person is no ordinary individual.

An ordinary Core Formation cultivator could not possibly anger the five Demon Kings of the Demon Clan.

However, it was definitely not a Grand Master who made the move. A Grand Master in the late stage of Core Formation could break the ancient city's formation on his own without needing to attract demonic beasts.

"found it!"

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of joy showing in his cloudy eyes.

With her silver sleeves billowing and a murderous aura swirling around her, the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade emerged like a swimming fish.

"Clang!" The dark blue blade flashed, and ancient trees fell in swathes.

"Crack!" A corner of a third-order restriction was shattered, and a dense yin energy soared into the sky, along with the pungent smell of blood.

"Where did this blind little beast come from, daring to interfere with my practice?"

A mournful howl echoed through the locust forest. The gray-robed, sinister old man stared at the blood pool that had been split in two, his face grim.

"A top-grade magical artifact with perfect legal restrictions, yet it is free of impurities and contamination?"

Such pure Qi!

Once this precious embryo survives the tribulation of lightning, its power will surely be extremely terrifying. With this treasure, I can send those old enemies on their way.

Haha, what a stroke of luck for this old man!

Sensing Fang Yi's aura in the air, the sinister old man's face lit up with joy, and he slapped the black jade ruler down from his hand.

"Young man, obediently hand over this precious embryo, and I'll spare your life; otherwise, heh..."

"Zheng!"

The Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade transformed into an arc of light and slashed down again, shattering the magical restrictions of the Xuan Hei Jade Ruler, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading continuously.

In just half a breath, the Xuanhei Jade Ruler, also a top-grade magic weapon, was cleaved in two by the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Blade as easily as cutting tofu.

"A fake Core Formation Demon Cultivator?" Fang Yi frowned slightly, grabbed with his five fingers, and transformed the dense flow of life force into an ancient vine, unleashing a large handprint of withered vine.

"wrong!
"Not a Foundation Establishment cultivator!" the sinister old man cursed inwardly. 'Shameless old demon, a Core Formation cultivator posing as a Foundation Establishment expert!'

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of his natal essence, and cracks appeared on the gray pill in his dantian.

The old man in the gray robe was pale and his aura was weak, yet he dared not hesitate in the slightest. He knew that the slightest delay would cost him his life.

"Splash!" The crimson blood in the pool surged and turned into a foul-smelling blood net, entangling the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade.

"A fake Core Formation Demon Cultivator, whose flesh and blood were used to nourish the Crimson Yin and whose soul was used in the Soul Nourishing Pool to refine Xiao Lie's Soul Pearl, can be considered a small opportunity."
It's a pity he wasn't a Body Refining True Person, otherwise the skeleton could have been refined into a Bone Dao Spiritual Object, which could then be used to refine puppets.

Fang Yi made no attempt to hide his disappointment. Under the cover of a third-tier low-grade magic restriction, he was most likely a cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation.

Unexpectedly, this fake Core Formation Demon had obtained a fortuitous opportunity and used magical restrictions to disguise himself as a Core Formation True Person in order to intimidate passing demons and cultivators.

"His idea is ingenious, but unfortunately Xiao Lie still needs spiritual energy to replenish his Soul Nourishing Pool."

Fang Yi made a series of hand gestures with his fingertips, causing strange and exotic plants and various unusual phenomena to circulate. The dreamlike and enchanting energy was activated, and the decaying energy had already spread throughout the Blood Locust Forest.

Mudō Illusion: Ten Thousand Leaves Are Not Flowers

Driven by the pure magical power of a Golden Core cultivator, the fake Core demon cultivator fully activated a jade pendant at his waist.

"Senior, spare my life! I am willing to sign a legal contract."

"Pfft!"

The cultivator fell from the sky, his mind and soul in disarray, his eyes closed, and his vital energy dissipated.

The Void Realm's withered and flourishing banners fluttered, runes flowed, and within a vortex of yin energy about ten feet in size, a giant hand, shaped like a crimson scale, reached out seemingly slowly but actually rapidly.

"Master, I am a disciple of the White Bone Sect. If..."

In a life-or-death crisis, a ray of spiritual light emanated from the soul of the fake core demon cultivator, attaching to the illusory image of a white bone demon god.

"Boom!"

Chi Yin clenched his five fingers, tearing the illusory image of the White Bone Demon God into pieces, and the terrified cultivator was dragged into the banner.

A piercing scream rang out, and three breaths later, all was silent.

Fang Yi took out a writing brush, and with a flick of the brush, another ink mark was erased from the jade scroll.

Only three sites remain; I wonder if we'll be able to find anything there.

Ten days later, several streaks of light streaked across the sky.

"arrive!"

A burly, gray-robed cultivator, accompanied by three Foundation Establishment cultivators, emerged from the flying boat in single file.

An ancient mirror hangs in the air, its light falling and reflecting a dark stone cave. The cave is filled with yin energy, and a spiritual spring is gushing forth.

"Buzz!" Yang energy gathered beside the Yin Spring, and a small vermilion tree with more than ten branches swayed like a canopy, with a crimson spiritual fruit that made people's mouths water.

The slender Foundation Establishment cultivator looked at the burly cultivator. "Uncle, the clan records are correct; there truly is a great opportunity in Crimson Soul Mountain."

I've heard that the sect leader of Xuan Yang Mountain is stationed in Da Du Ancient City. With this Crimson Fire Fruit, I can persuade that Master Fang to heal my uncle's old wounds."

The burly cultivator, with a simple and honest expression, spoke in a deep, resonant voice, "Ah Huai, once your uncle recovers, he will certainly..."

"boom!"

The rocks cracked, and a fierce, demonic aura soared into the sky, carrying out a nine-zhang-long (approximately 33 meters) long hellfire serpent.

"hiss!"

The snake flicked its tongue, and venomous breath spread like clouds. With lightning speed, the Netherfire Serpent opened its blood-red maw and swallowed the two Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"not good!"

The slender cultivator channeled his magical power, causing his robes to glow with spiritual light, and a rough, large hand pierced through his chest.

"Uncle?" Ye Minghuai felt his magical power draining away and the intense pain in his chest. He couldn't believe that his uncle, whom he had known for over 120 years and who came from the same clan, would actually turn against him.

"Don't blame Uncle. The beast tide has risen again. My Ye family is bound by the laws of the upper sect and cannot leave the territory of Sudu Mountain."

"The Nether Serpent is just one step away from breaking through to the Quasi-Third Rank. With this demonic pet, Uncle has a good chance of condensing his core, thanks to the great momentum."

Ye Dekuan's eyes were filled with longing. If it weren't for the fact that Dadu Ancient City was besieged by monsters and was at a disadvantage, and that most of the formations supporting the city were destroyed.

How could the various forces of Xuan Yang Mountain, Bi Shui Pavilion, and Feng Ling Immortal City possibly loosen their suppression and lend out their spiritual veins to allow cultivators to break through to the Core Formation Realm?

"Gulu!"

The Netherfire Serpent swallowed Ye Minghuai, and the flesh and blood of the Foundation Establishment Level 7 cultivator continuously nourished its demonic body.

The nine-zhang-long Netherfire Serpent coiled into a snake formation, its scarlet eyes shining brightly, its scarlet tongue flicking out, its tail swishing as it leisurely inhaled and exhaled Yin energy.

"boom!"

Ghost face patterns spread across the back of the Netherfire Serpent, drawing in a continuous stream of Yin energy from the Yin Spring.

Visibly, the aura of the Netherfire Serpent continued to rise.

“There’s still a bit short, but fortunately it can be made up for.” A hoarse voice rang out, and an old man in a gray robe appeared behind Ye Dekuan.

"Who!" Ye Dekuan's expression changed drastically. His azure robe shimmered with layers of light, and the Yin Soul Nail in his sleeve flashed with a cold light as he instantly unleashed it.

"The cultivators of Dayun are quite vigilant," the gray-robed elder nodded slightly in praise.

Five withered fingers extended out, the index finger and thumb covered with a thin veil woven from magic.

"Ding!" The Yin Soul Nail was easily grasped, and the Core Formation power instantly washed away the Yin Soul Nail mark.

"Young man, you just said that a third-tier spiritual healer has emerged in the ancient city of Dadu?"

"A Core Formation True Person!"

Chen Xuan flicked his five fingers out, and the Yin Soul Nail transformed into a ghostly light that pierced through the cultivator's head, splattering blood everywhere.

"puff!"

“If it were any other time, I would be willing to spare your life, given that you are a cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment.”

Unfortunately, you no longer have that opportunity.

Chen Xuanzhi took out an incense burner the size of a palm from his sleeve. The incense burner was filled with spiritual energy, and a gentle flow of qi emanated from it.

A moment later, pink energy enveloped Ye Dekuan, which then entered the mouth of the Netherfire Serpent, which was now shrouded in a crimson aura and trapped in an illusion.

"Fellow Daoist, you've been observing for so long, why not show yourself and have a talk?"

Chen Xuan looked wary, his robes fluttering in the wind, his aura heavy and composed.

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One breath.
Ten breaths
百息
The palm-sized incense burner shimmered with precious light, and demonic spirits emerged, their yin energy surging.

Chen Xuan's face was gloomy.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences! Don't blame me for being impolite."

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After a few breaths, seeing that there was still no one else, Chen Xuan's expression relaxed slightly, and he put the incense burner and magic treasure into his sleeve.

"It seems there's truly no one else. Let's first help the Netherfire Serpent condense its pseudo-core!"

In the void, Fang Yi, dressed in a dim yellow robe, had a sharp glint in his eyes.

Looking at Chen Xuan, who resembled an old man in his eighties, the incense burner in his hand shone brightly, eagles soared in the sky, fish swam in the shallows, and all kinds of beasts galloped.

Five-colored spiritual incense rose from the furnace, continuously nourishing the blood, flesh, and soul of the Netherfire Serpent.

"The art of incense? The art of beast taming?"
Moreover, its rank is not low, at least third rank. I've never heard of a demonic cultivator with such profound background in the Great Cloud Realm.

Fang Yi pondered in his heart.

"He is not a cultivator from the Great Cloud Realm, nor does he possess the aura of a demonic beast; he is not a half-demon from the Southern Li Kingdom."

Is it the Great Yu, bordering the Great Yun cultivation world? Or the even more distant Great Zhao? Great Kun?

(End of this chapter)