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

Chapter 622 Preparing the Spiritual Objects, Reuniting with Chen Xuan

"What are your instructions, Senior Brother Sect Leader?" Qian Huaijin's mind raced, unable to recall how he had offended Fang Yi.

Looking at Qian Huaijin's familiar round figure, the faint smell of money, and the tall young man following behind him.

The young man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, wore a long robe with cloud patterns, and had a tall and straight figure. Every move he made carried a faint aura of menace.

'Good for killing the bastard!'

Fang Yi's eyes showed curiosity. This kind of cultivator with a murderous aura was unlike the kind of cultivator that the Qian family, a merchant family, could cultivate.

"Junior Brother Qian, your junior is quite good. He has reached the peak of Qi Refining, his sword aura is awe-inspiring, and he seems to have comprehended the sword intent of Foundation Establishment."

Moreover, his magical power is pure, and he is only a short distance away from reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.

Once such a cultivator has established their Dao foundation, their killing power will be among the top in their level.

Qian Huaijin smiled and introduced, "This is Qian Chuanzi's grandson. He obtained a fragment of the [Taibai Gengjin Sword Manual] and was fortunate enough to gain some understanding of it. The clan is currently trying to help him establish his foundation."

"Junhe, come over and greet the Sect Leader." Qian Huaijin said to the cultivators behind him.

He whispered to himself,

'Junhe, your time has come.'

Fang Yi's medical skills have advanced to the third tier. If you could obtain a spiritual prescription, one of the three treasures for perfecting your cultivation, you might be able to condense a mid-grade Dao foundation.

"Qian Junhe of Xiaoxuan Mountain greets the Sect Leader."

Qian Junhe's eyebrows were slightly raised, his demeanor was gentle, and a three-foot-long sword hung at his waist. Like a plum blossom braving the snow, he was neither humble nor arrogant, and his behavior was measured.

He seemed to look down on Qian Huaijin, even though they were both Foundation Establishment cultivators, he was so obsequious.

After bowing respectfully, he said no more.

"Junhe!" A reprimand rang out. Qian Huaijin was dissatisfied. He and Qian Chuanzi had a sordid feud over the power struggle within the Qian family.

After Qian Chuanzi passed away, he did not intend to make things difficult for the younger generation, but Qian Junhe's behavior was too much of an eyesore.

With the disciples of major sects such as Biyue Pavilion and Xuanyang Mountain being healed, Fang Yi's reputation spread far and wide among the cultivators of Dadu Ancient City.

Even a small favor from such a powerful figure would be enough to fill the Qian family's bellies.

Now that this possibility has been interrupted by Qian Junhe, how could he not be angry?

He immediately put on a smile and looked at Fang Yi ingratiatingly.

“Junhe practices the way of the sword and acts foolishly and straightforwardly. I hope that my senior brother, the sect leader, will forgive him.”

"It's alright, young people should always be fearless and go forward."

Besides, this junior also practices swordsmanship and comprehends the essence of swordsmanship; it's normal for him to be a bit headstrong.

Fang Yi remained calm. He had seen many more arrogant sword cultivators, so he didn't take Qian Junhe seriously.

Qian Huaijin's expression darkened slightly. He made up his mind to thoroughly "polish" Qian Junhe after this matter was over.

First, stop his clan stipend, then block the Foundation Establishment spirit.

Even if one is at the ninth level of Qi Refining and has outstanding combat skills, without the support of their clan, it would take Qian Junhe thirty years to prepare even a single Foundation Establishment Pill.

Seeing that Qian Huaijin was still somewhat apprehensive, Fang Yi knew it was the effect of his fight with Yuzhu and Hengdaozi.

He took out a scroll of brocade from his sleeve, without offering any explanation. It was only right to intimidate such shrewd merchants.

"In my early years in Fengling Immortal City, I also had some connection with Junior Brother Qian Chuanzi."

Junior Brother Huai Jin is the current head of the Qian family of Xiaoxuan Mountain, in charge of the Treasure Pavilion. There's no need for such formalities.

I'm lacking some spiritual items; I'd appreciate it if you could help me prepare a few, junior brother."

"Sect Leader, please rest assured, your junior brother will do his utmost to prepare spiritual items for you."

Seeing that Fang Yi still had a gentle smile and his demeanor had not changed, Qian Huaijin spoke cautiously.

"The pavilion has limited resources and no third-tier spiritual items remain."

"If Senior Brother is doing this to refine his natal treasure, the Pavilion's resources are insufficient."

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Huai Jin, they're just some second-tier spiritual items." Fang Yi waved his hand and tossed Jin Shu away.

Qian Huaijin felt a slight sense of relief, then took small steps forward, took the brocade letter, and unfolded it.

A fist-sized Ishimi Ginkgo, a palm-sized, lush and vibrant leaf, and a sandalwood root covered in wood grain—the various lines depicting these creatures bring them to life.

"What is this? Is it a spiritual object used to create puppets?"

'Not a miracle cure?'

As the owner of the Treasure Pavilion, Qian Huaijin was skilled at welcoming and seeing off guests. With his sharp eyes, he could tell at a glance that the item was a spiritual object for crafting second-tier puppets.

The sheer number of them made him uneasy.

As time passed, the brocade book was fully unfurled, and at the end of the many spiritual objects, a puppet armor outlined with gold and silver threads came into view.

Qian Huaijin frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then gritted his teeth and began to persuade him.

"Senior Brother Sect Leader, the Qian family has also studied this puppet armor, although its quality is not as good as your brocade-painted one."

However, sales in Dadu Ancient City were actually quite average.

Qian Huaijin had no choice but to persuade him. This spiritual item alone cost nearly ten thousand in cost. If something went wrong, it would ruin Fang Yi's important plans.

He shuddered at the thought of the consequences.

"If Senior Brother wants to earn spirit stones, Junior Brother will help Senior Brother sell some spirit herbs."

Fang Yi remained calm and unmoved.

The most powerful factions in Dadu Ancient City, such as Biyue Pavilion and Tiandaowu, have already reached a tacit agreement to produce and sell their own products.

Even with his reputation, selling elixirs would only attract rogue cultivators to buy them, earning a meager income of spirit stones, which was far from enough to satisfy his and Xu Qingshe's meager storage bags.

"I'll trouble you with this, Junior Brother Qian. Here's the deposit." Fang Yi said, not allowing any refusal, and took out a crimson storage bag from his sleeve.

Qian Huaijin inwardly groaned, torn between taking it and not taking it.

To be fair, Fang Yi purchased a huge number of spiritual items, and even at a reasonable price, he still made a considerable profit.

But considering the consequences of the puppets not selling, Qian Huaijin felt for the first time that the spirit stones in his storage bag were extremely hot to handle.

His lips moved as if he wanted to offer some more advice, but he didn't know how to begin.

Fang Yi had clearly made up his mind.

Although he held some position in charge of the Treasure Pavilion, he was ultimately no match for Fang Yi, the sect leader.
Qian Huaijin had no choice but to bow and greet him.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Sect Leader, the first batch of spiritual items will be transferred to Xuanzhen Garden within half a month at most."

Fang Yi nodded slightly. Qian Huaijin didn't care what she was thinking, as long as the spiritual item was delivered.

"Thank you for your trouble, Junior Brother Qian."

"Zhao'er, could you see Junior Brother Qian off for me?"

On the rooftop terrace of the Multitreasure Pavilion, a gnarled and twisted tree with leaves gleaming with a bronze luster sways in the wind, illuminating the entire terrace.

Qian Huaijin paced back and forth. The money tree, which he had spent a great deal of money to successfully cultivate, could no longer bring him peace of mind as it had always.

"Uncle, your spiritual tea." Qian Junming, dressed in a gray robe with his long hair tied up in a wooden crown, carried a jade tray. The steward's token at his waist had already been removed.

Qian Huaijin picked up a jade cup and drank it down in one gulp. The icy sensation surged from his mouth to his soul.

"You've really put your heart into Wu's Qingxin Tea."

"My uncle has worked hard for the clan, and I am just doing my duty," Qian Junming said, not taking credit for anything.

Qian Huaijin glanced at Qian Junhe, who remained silent to the side, and suppressed his anger slightly.

After he raised a token, a sound-silencing spell was activated, isolating the inside from the outside, and then he angrily cursed.

"A second-tier spiritual object worth tens of thousands of spirit stones, when refined into a puppet, can be worth over twenty thousand spirit stones."
"Fang Yi has truly lost his mind! Does he really think that just because he's the sect leader, he's omnipotent? Or has his undefeated record against Jade Pearl Master blinded him to such arrogance?"

Qian Huaijin's chest heaved, his anger rising, and the irritation he had just suppressed surged up again.

"Just because he's Jade Pearl Master and can't go all out in the ancient city, does he really think he's someone important?"

Qian Junming bowed slightly, his posture respectful. "Uncle, are you troubled by the spiritual items that Sect Leader Fang purchased?"

Nephew, you do have some insightful observations.

Qian Junming is now making a last-ditch effort. After offending Huo Zhao and losing his position as manager of Duobaoge, he is having a hard time.

The cultivators fawn over the powerful and belittle the weak; this is the epitome of reality.

A mere Qi Refining cultivator, having lost their backer, is just one of countless cultivators in the ancient city of Dadu.

Nowadays, not only do people ignore Foundation Establishment Masters, but even their stewards and servants treat them with contempt.

"Speak!" Qian Huaijin's gaze swept over Qian Junming, then paused slightly on Qian Junhe.

“Uncle, you once said that Fang Yi has regained the Heavenly Craft and Shennong Decrees and holds considerable power.”

If he were to rely on his position as sect leader and order the Treasure Pavilion to provide spiritual items, even with the presence of Master Hu Lei and Master Yan, Fang Yi would still ultimately be the sect leader.

"It doesn't need to be much; making a 20% profit is not a problem. It'll just be my Qian family's treasure trove then."

"Hmm?" Qian Huaijin's expression changed slightly, and he quickly assessed the possibilities in his mind.

capable!

If it were him, with that kind of power and position, he would also be willing to act in this way.

His expression grew increasingly gloomy. In the ancient city of Dadu, there were only a limited number of shops that could take over the puppets and consume tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Within Xuan Yang Mountain, only Duobao Pavilion is under its control.

How dare he do this?

"Junming, you have done a great service in handling this matter. You are hereby reinstated to your position as manager of the Treasure Pavilion."

Uncle, I need you to do something important.

Qian Huaijin looked depressed. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a steward's token from his pocket and then spoke into his voice.

The Treasure Pavilion is related to his cultivation. Since Fang Yi is unrighteous, he shouldn't blame Fang Yi for being unjust.

He already had a plan in mind: in the ancient city of Dadu, Fang Yi could not ultimately control everything.

Qian Junhe glanced at his old rival Qian Junming, who was listening attentively to the side, and realized that this sycophantic fellow had once again found an opportunity to turn the tables.

He frowned slightly, then seemed to have an idea, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed again.

evening.

In front of the Treasure Pavilion, Qian Junming, dressed in a brocade robe and looking quite pleased with himself, walked alongside a cultivator wearing crimson spirit armor.

"Please wait a moment, Venerable Chu."

He stopped in his tracks, looked at Qian Junhe, who had a long sword at his waist and a cold expression, and sneered inwardly.

Both were managers of the same treasure pavilion, but after more than ten years of management, he managed to suppress this sword madman in a month at most.

Integrity? How many spirit stones can integrity be exchanged for?
With a powerful backer, he can quickly improve his cultivation. Once he reaches the Foundation Establishment stage, he will also have a share in the Qian family of Xiaoxuan Mountain.
"Pfft!"

The once lush and verdant bamboo in Xuanzhen Garden swayed gently, and the faint sound of knees hitting the ground could be heard.

Qian Junhe knelt down on both knees, prostrated himself on the ground, and bowed in submission.

"Junhe greets the Sect Leader, wishing you a long and prosperous path to immortality."

In the square pavilion,

"Pfft!" Huo Zhao spat out the spirit wine in his mouth, turning it into mist. His round eyes were filled with shock.

'Is this the same swordsman who, in broad daylight, stands proudly against the snow, unyielding and incorruptible?!'
"Senior Brother, have I fallen under an illusion?"

Qin Yu's lips twitched slightly, also finding it hard to believe. Sword cultivators were straightforward and never bent or bent.

He had also heard of Qian Junhe's reputation. As he had seen in broad daylight, he was unyielding and naturally proud, and had a small reputation among the cultivators in the ancient city.

But at this moment, her supple movements suggest that she might even surpass Qian Huaijin in cunning.

His eyes gleamed as he used his pupil technique to sense Qian Junhe's restrained yet sharp sword intent.

'A man who can bend and stretch!

"Tigers and leopards lurk in the deep mountains, and unicorns hide in the fields. They covet the heroes of the world." Qin Yu sighed softly, secretly reminding himself.

Having stayed on Black Abyss Island for a long time, the number of cultivators I've encountered is limited, so naturally I haven't seen such outstanding individuals.

Steam rose from the jade pot, filling the air with the aroma of tea. Fang Yi's eyes gleamed as he held a cup of spiritual tea.

"Nephew Junhe, what brings you here so late at night?"

"I am willing to die for the sect leader!" Qian Junhe said respectfully.

He ignored the surprised looks from Qin Yu and Huo Zhao. He was proud, but he also knew the importance of having a powerful backer.

He was confident that he would not be afraid of cultivators like Qian Huaijin after he reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

But as a sword cultivator, he could vaguely sense the unfathomable aura emanating from Fang Yi.

He was also a native of the Qian family, skilled in swordsmanship, but also adept at business.

His lineage no longer has any Foundation Establishment cultivators within the Qian family. If he wishes to advance his cultivation and solidify his Dao foundation, finding a powerful backer is of paramount importance.

But compared to Qian Junming's petty gambles, he was more willing to risk his own life to forge a broad and prosperous path.

Therefore, even if one were to sell oneself into servitude, one would still need to find a cultivator who could offer a price.
Although Qian Huaijin has the cultivation level of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, he is expected to reach the late-Foundation Establishment stage and even become a Pseudo-Core Formation True Person in the future.

But in Qian Junhe's eyes, it was still not enough to make him submit.

Fang Yi is different.

The sect leader of Xuanyang Mountain possesses unfathomable inner strength and holds considerable power.
His only concern was whether Fang Yi would value him, a Qi Refining cultivator.

Fortunately, Qian Junhe presented a great gift.

“Master, according to my investigation, Qian Junming has already gone to Xuanji Garden.”

Chu Xiang, a Foundation Establishment cultivator under Master Yan, has already had a secret meeting with Qian Huaijin at the Treasure Pavilion.

"Oh?" Fang Yi's eyes closed slightly. This time, he had no other plans; he was just borrowing the Treasure Pavilion for a short while.

Qian Huaijin's actions were truly excessive; he was judging a gentleman by the standards of a petty person.

"Tell me in detail, what other information is there?"

Qian Junhe felt a slight sense of relief. Fang Yi's words meant that he intended to take him in.

His big deal is done!
Two days later.

In Xuanzhen Garden, a figure in a green robe stepped out and silently departed along the water-polished bluestone-paved avenue, amidst the cries of vendors hawking their wares.

Amidst the mottled stone walls, the ancient and sturdy city gate stands tall.

The figure paused slightly, glancing over the Azure Water cultivators clad in armor and wielding longswords, who were patrolling back and forth.

He paused briefly on top of a fake Core Formation cultivator, then took another step, his figure vanished, and he fled towards the outside of the ancient city.
The ancient city of Dadu is thousands of miles away.

A withered-looking cultivator with long, white hair leaned on a wooden staff, a pale white token floating behind him, and slowly walked through the jagged rocks.

Fang Yi's hoarse voice rang out, echoing through the stone forest.

"Fellow Daoist Beast Ghost, I have arrived as promised. As a Core Formation cultivator, why the need for such sneaky behavior?"

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Chen Xuan stepped out from behind the rhomboid rock, holding the Path of Ten Thousand Beasts in his hand, with fragrant incense wafting around him.

(End of this chapter)