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

Chapter 617 The Origin of the Spiritual Vein, the Crane Puppet's Cry
'Green Snake, have you thought this through?'

That opportunity involves a fourth-tier spiritual object, which is rare even in my life. Are you sure you want to share it with Fang Yi?
"The entire Sudu Mountain, and even the entire Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, has not seen a fourth-tier spiritual object for nearly a thousand years," Elder Chen advised.

If it weren't for the fact that he still possessed some of his Nascent Soul essence, that cave would have been extremely well hidden and would never have been discovered by Xu Qingshe with his current cultivation level.

A fourth-tier spiritual object is enough to be used as the main material for refining top-grade magic weapons. Even a Nascent Soul True Monarch would be tempted to make a move.

Xu Qingshe's eyes remained fixed, unmoved.

'If Brother Wufang were to lend a helping hand, the Golden Core grade would drop, and it's uncertain how much of the vital energy could be retained; condensing a Nascent Soul would be like a pipe dream.'

Xu Qingshe's gaze was clear and upright, and his injuries were likely to heal. Therefore, he did not need to comfort Elder Chen with the words that even a True Core Immortal could condense a Nascent Soul.

The chance of a True Core cultivator condensing a Nascent Soul is less than one in a hundred. For a True Core cultivator to condense a Nascent Soul is already legendary in the cultivation world.

His mind raced, and he resolutely said.

Compared to the path ahead, how does an opportunity involving a fourth-tier spiritual creature compare?

"Old Chen, Green Snake's mind is made up; there's no need to persuade her any further."

Inside the bronze ring, Old Chen's soul remained silent. His lips moved as if he wanted to dissuade him, but in the end, he did not speak.

In this rugged and dangerous world of cultivation, where cultivators scheme against each other, Xu Qingshe is a rare breath of fresh air, upright and grateful.

Therefore, he suffered considerable losses and paid a heavy price, but his pure heart remained unchanged.

Having received Fang Yi's grace in continuing his path of cultivation, Xu Qingshe must repay him; otherwise, if he were to attempt to break through to the Nascent Soul realm in the future, he would inevitably leave a flaw in his character.

'That's enough! Being grateful is better than being a heartless wretch like Jing Wufeng.'

Old Chen felt a mix of emotions and sighed softly. Because of his kind nature and high regard for Xu Qingshe, he shouldn't have stopped him today.

He pondered for a moment before speaking. "Given the power of the magical restrictions in that cave, it must have been left behind by a Grand Master."

With your and Fang Yi's cultivation levels, you haven't been in the Core Formation stage for long, and your natal magic treasures haven't been refined to perfection, so you can't break the magic restrictions.

This matter is not urgent; we can discuss it further once your injuries have healed.

Fang Yi looked at the spiritual light on Xu Qingshe's index finger, which was changing frequency again, and knew that he was communicating with the remnant soul monster.

"Junior Brother Xu, hold fast to the primordial unity, concentrate your mind and spirit."

"Spiritual herbs are hard to find, and third-tier Crimson Blood Ginseng is even rarer. If we miss this opportunity, there will be no next time."

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother!" Xu Qingshe said solemnly as he sat cross-legged.

A crimson furnace rune flowed, emitting spiritual light, as he fully activated the Heaven and Earth Furnace Technique.

As magical power circulates through the eight extraordinary meridians, it gradually regulates the essence, energy, and spirit to their optimal levels.

Fang Yi knew all too well how many forces he had visited and how much effort he had expended in order to gather the necessary elixirs, with the help of Master Hu Lei.

Looking at the crimson furnace with its missing leg, Fang Yi frowned slightly and asked, "Was this magic weapon also damaged by that Fire Dao Golden Core?"

Xu Qingshe smiled wryly. "That flying sword magic weapon is truly astonishing in power."

If it were complete, it would likely be a top-tier treasure even among high-grade magic weapons.

Fang Yi nodded slightly upon seeing this, without saying anything more. A token slipped from his sleeve, revealing the words "Purple Light" shining brightly.

"Little Seven!"

An adorable, silvery-white little beast emerged from the ground, shaking its fur.

As the demonic power surged, a gourd-shaped, yellowish-brown spirit jade was summoned, and wisps of earth-based spiritual light transformed into silk, evolving into magical restrictions.

Then the ancient map of mountains and rivers unfurled, and a phantom of a mountain appeared, suppressing all directions and isolating the inside from the outside.

"The quasi-third-tier array, the Yellow Sand Array, can conceal the aura within the Xuanzhen Garden; as for other..."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly and activated the Purple Light Token.

The aura of fully activating the third-order spiritual vein permeated all directions, vast and immense, far beyond what the Seven Precepts could conceal.

"disease!"

"Buzz!"

The ancient and simple magical token transformed into a large purple sun, its precious light radiating from the garden, bathing the ancient city of Dadu in a purple glow.

"Yan!"

The long, dragon-like spiritual veins underground trembled and swam continuously, eventually drawing in some mysterious attraction and spewing out a waterfall of spiritual energy toward the Purple Light Token.

Amidst the roaring sound, the earth shook and the pavilions, towers, and caves of various sects in the ancient city of Dadu all felt the transfer of spiritual veins.

"Buzz!" The three-legged, two-eared Five Poison Cauldron rose up, accepting all comers and swallowing up the surging spiritual tide.

Fang Yi opened his mouth and spat out a wisp of pale blue flame, which transformed into a luan bird, a heron, and various other spirit birds with clearly defined feathers. Using the spiritual tide as fuel, they continuously refined various spiritual herbs.

"The Bird Decoction Technique in the 'Hundred Yuan Medicine Treatise'?" Xu Qing's snake eyes widened in surprise. He had given this third-tier medical classic to Fang Yi, so he knew that this secret technique was difficult to perform.

This method uses alchemical fire to transform hundreds of birds and spirits, requiring cultivators with extremely high levels of magical power to perform this secret technique.

For cultivators whose cultivation level has not reached the mid-stage of Core Formation, the quality of their pills must be at least Grade 3 to ensure that their mana purity is sufficient to perform this technique.

He muttered to himself, 'Not the condensation of a true core? Senior Brother Fang is condensing a golden core?'
A third-grade pill? Or a second-grade pill? Keeping it so well hidden, that's typical of Senior Brother.

Xu Qingshe did not doubt that Fang Yi had condensed a first-grade golden core; that was simply too far-fetched.

Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators are one thing, but the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World is far too barren when it comes to Core Formation cultivators.

With the help of Elder Chen and numerous opportunities, he fought several life-or-death battles before finally crossing the threshold of the second-grade pill.

Although the lineage of the Xuan Yang Mountain Ancestor was not weak, Zhang Hengyi was only at the third-grade Golden Core stage.

His guess that it was a second-grade pill was already an attempt to estimate higher based on Fang Yi's personality and the wonderful use of the [True Chapter of Spiritual Roots Grow the Dao].

Within the bronze ring, 'Old Chen's' spirits trembled slightly, and he changed his words, saying, 'Young Xu, it wouldn't hurt to share some of the opportunities in the cave.'

With Fang Yi's foundation in alchemy, even the weakest Grade 3 alchemy among Golden Core cultivators has a chance of forming a Nascent Soul that is several times greater than that of a True Pill.
Such a friend, though perhaps a bit calculating, will greatly benefit your spiritual journey.

The power of withering and flourishing flowed gently through Fang Yi's meridians, and his five fingers moved nimbly, extending streams of magical power.

They might manipulate birds to extract spiritual threads, evolve blue herons to refine spiritual liquid, or activate the wings of purple-feathered partridges to cut off excess spiritual herbs.
With fluid grace, each medicinal herb was transformed into a five-colored elixir, harmonizing their properties with the aid of other herbs.

"Only this Crimson Blood Ginseng is missing." Holding a palm-sized, almost human-shaped blood ginseng in his palm, Fang Yi flicked his finger, and a stream of magic power landed on the Purple Light Token.

"Ordinary third-tier spiritual power is insufficient as fuel for refining this kind of spiritual medicine."

"Photography!"

The third-order spiritual vein trembled, and a misty aura emerged from the ground.

"The power of the spiritual vein's origin?!"

In the Purple Light Garden, a great storm raged, and the Thunder-Calling Immortal suddenly stood up, his immense pressure pressing down on the spirit trees.

"He actually had to activate the essence of his spiritual veins. Fang Yi's spirit pet is so badly injured?"

A crescent-shaped token appeared on his five fingers, with runes flowing around it, echoing the spiritual veins from afar, poised to unleash its power.

A small portion of the spiritual vein's essence was activated without harming its foundation, and it was tolerated out of consideration for Fang Yi.

If the formation of the Great Expansion Ancient City is truly shaken and his core interests are harmed, he will have to forcibly sever the spiritual veins.

Sparks flew everywhere in the Zhanjin Garden, and the clanging of metal echoed incessantly.

"How dare Fang Yi shake the very foundation of the ancient city's spiritual veins!"

The fake Dan Master of Tiandaowu brandished his sword, and a sword-shaped talisman appeared in his hand.

The construction of Dadu Ancient City, though driven by Master Jiuqu, involved the contributions of top forces in the cultivation world, all of whom paid a considerable price. After its completion, Xuan Yang Mountain and Biyue Pavilion were the most powerful and had the deepest foundations, surpassing the other sects by half a step. Fengling Immortal City also had Master Jiuqu, a master of formations.

The greatest benefit of the tacit agreement among the three parties is the sharing of the benefits from the three-tiered spiritual veins.

However, Tian Dao Wu, He Huan Zong, and Bai Gu Men are not to be underestimated. They will naturally receive a share of the spoils after paying the price.

This Golden Knife Talisman, along with the Blood Skull of White Bones and the Mandarin Duck Handkerchief of the Hehuan Sect, all possess a portion of spiritual vein authority.

"Ok?"

"No one's going to make a move?"

Seeing that the atmosphere in Xuanzhen Garden was becoming increasingly grand, Hengdaozi pinched the bridge of his nose and said with dissatisfaction.

"Hu Lei is one thing, they are all cultivators from Xuan Yang Mountain."

The White Bone Sect and the Joyful Union Sect, who have always acted with impunity, are now cowering back?

"Hesitant and timid, Fang Yi is merely a third-tier spiritual healer, yet these two sects dare to call themselves the Demonic Sect?"

Hengdaozi grabbed the knife-shaped jade talisman with his five fingers and put it away.

Since neither the White Bone Sect nor the Joyful Union Sect were willing to step forward, he naturally wouldn't offend a third-tier spiritual healer.

"Now let's see what happens between the Nine-Bend Immortal and the Old Maid of the Azure Water Pavilion."

In the fertile Lingguang Palace, withered trees, devoid of life, are encased in rocks, and turbid yellow sand has transformed into a long, winding river.

The Nine-Bend Immortal, clad in a brown robe, stood with his hands behind his back, nine precious pearls beside him dancing freely, exhaling and inhaling turbid air.

"The origin of the spiritual veins?"
Fang Yi has not yet condensed his core, but he is quite bold.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, it wouldn't be a problem, but Fang Yi is the head of Xuan Yang Mountain, so it's not appropriate for the powerful to bully the weak.

With Huang Guangsheng gone, the Great Void Cloud-Shaking Boat, the most prized possession of the Ancestral Hall lineage, is in Zhang Hengyi's hands.

He held the jade talisman in his hand, the sound of the tide crashing echoed, yellow sand swirled, and his figure vanished without a trace.

"A treasure of the sect!" A soft sigh, filled with undisguised longing, echoed slowly in the cave.

In Xuanzhen Garden, spiritual energy swirls and transforms into mist, with fine, droplet-like spiritual liquid suspended in the air.

The Five Poisons Cauldron, inscribed with insect and beast runes, exuded medicinal fragrance, and manifested various strange phenomena.

Seeing that no one was stopping him, Fang Yi felt a little relieved. To completely cure Xu Qingshe, the gentle nature of the third-order spiritual vein was essential.

The third-tier spiritual vein is crucial to the foundation of the ancient city's grand formation. If it weren't for the fact that the Xuan Yang Mountain Sect Leader holds a position representing the Xuan Yang Mountain's reputation, any attempt to mobilize the spiritual vein's source would attract attacks from various sects.

"This third-tier ginseng essence liquid has been boiled and refined three times."

It only needs one more refinement of the spiritual vein's origin to elevate its quality to its limit.

Junior Brother Xu, once the elixir is ready, refine it immediately; do not delay.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Fang! I know what I'm doing." Xu Qingshe smelled the fragrance of the medicine and felt the warm spiritual energy nourishing his body. He clenched his fist, his heart filled with excitement.

Fang Yi formed complex hand seals with his ten fingers, causing purple light to flow, and a wisp of gilded color was drawn out.

"The Wood element nourishes the spirit, and the Mysterious Root manifests the Dharma."

"fall!"

A golden aura descended.

A plain-colored ribbon carrying a piece of jade fell from the sky; this was also a magical artifact connected to the spiritual veins.

The jade trembled, runes flowed, and precious light shone, restraining the purple light token.

"Sect Leader Fang, could you please inform my Azure Water Pavilion about borrowing the ancient city's spiritual vein?"

The Jade Pearl Immortal smiled and chatted, wearing a wooden hairpin in her hair, a light yellow gauze dress, and barefoot in the air.

"Azure Water Pavilion!" Fang Yi's expression turned slightly cold as he flicked out a magic seal from his fingertips.

"Wow!"

A clear, melodious crane cry rang out, and a crane-shaped puppet with blue feathers and white plumage flapped its wings, displaying an elegant posture.

The crane's eyes were golden-blue, and as it spread its wings, wisps of purple light, like clouds, emanated from them.

"Wow!"

The purple light lingered, transforming into a net that fell towards the azure jade pendant.

"A third-tier puppet?" Yu Zhu thought to herself, "This is bad." Third-tier puppets were almost extinct in Dayun. She never expected that Fang Yi would have such an opportunity.

She waved her slender hand, creating ripples of azure water, and slapped it towards the purple net.

"Too late!" Fang Yi smiled, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised. Given the relationship between Xuan Yang Mountain and Bi Yue Pavilion, how could he not have taken precautions?

The jade pendant was slightly disturbed, and the gilded golden essence fell into the medicine cauldron.

"Forgive me, Master Fang!" Hengdaozi sighed softly in the void.

A golden sword token vibrated, and forty percent of its gilded essence was extracted.

Fang Yi's face was gloomy. The Heavenly Blade Dock, which had always been able to get along with everyone, had completely sided with the Azure Water Pavilion.
"Hehehe, Sect Leader Fang, you probably didn't expect this, did you? Master Chen of Tiandaowu has a very high opinion of my Biyue Pavilion."
"If Old Ghost Huang hadn't passed away, Master Chen wouldn't have gone to such lengths."

Master Yuzhu breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for Hengdaozi's crucial intervention, the matter of capturing Fang Yi would have been abandoned.

Fang Yi, holding the six-fold Origin in his hand, his eyes deep and unfathomable, comforted Xu Qingshe, who was standing beside him with concern.

"Junior Brother Xu, this matter is nothing. Yuzhu doesn't know why I activated my source energy; at most, she'll have to pay a price."

"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother."

Xu Qingshe's face was gloomy. He was so upset that his injuries were about to heal, but unexpected trouble had arisen.

"Now that this lowly maid Yuzhu has appeared, why haven't Master Yan and Master Hulei shown up yet?"
"Does the sect just allow the Azure Water Pavilion to act this way?"

Fang Yi pointed to Ziguang Garden and Xuanji Mansion, as if making a point. "Although the Nine-Bend Old Monster is unwilling to offend the sect directly."

But he was also happy to help Biyue Pavilion and fan the flames, thus exacerbating the conflict between the two sides.

In front of Ziguang Garden, purple lightning and thunder collided violently with yellow sand and turbid fog.

Master Hu Lei's expression was grim. The third-tier demon beast was also a hidden treasure of Xuan Yang Mountain. If his path had not been blocked, he would have already made a move.

"Nine Bends, do you really intend to interfere in the feud between Xuan Yang Mountain and Bi Shui Pavilion?"

Master Jiuqu played with the precious pearl in his hand, his eyes slightly closed. "Fellow Daoist Hu Lei, this path is blocked."

"I have come today merely to exchange a few words on thunder techniques with you, fellow Daoist. We have known each other for over a hundred years; why must you keep me at arm's length, Fellow Daoist Hu Lei?"

Behind Master Hu Lei, two thousand-pound hammers swirled with purple lightning.

When the Earth Daoist Master discussed the Dao of Thunder with him, the Nine-Bend Master always gave such perfunctory excuses.

Even if his cultivation level is revealed, Junior Brother Fang has only recently formed his core and is no match for Yu Zhu, a seasoned True Immortal. Now, we can only hope he has good fortune.

In the Xuanji Garden, within the waterside pavilion, the eight trigrams of Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li have changed hands several times, but they have all been easily suppressed by the three precious pearls.

Yan Youtai's expression was strange. The Nine Wood Azure Dragon Staff in his hand glowed with spiritual light, but he did not strike it.

Looking at the three Yellow Rivers and the Yellow River's nine bends, which transformed into the turbid river and blocked his way, he chuckled.

"You've come at the right time. Let's see what kind of foundation my junior brother Fang has."

(End of this chapter)