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

Chapter 626 Spirit Stone Gains, Demon King Attacks

The Treasure Pavilion is surrounded by five-colored neon lights, with various elixirs, magical artifacts, and talismans projected onto it.

"arrive!"

Qin Yu stopped and looked at the various projections outlined in the sky with five colors.

The golden light converged and transformed into a magic sword, emitting sword light and displaying its sharpness.

The thick tortoise shell gleamed with a dark luster, and the phantom of the Xuan Turtle appeared.

The apricot-yellow talisman glowed with spiritual light, conjuring a scene of a sea of ​​fire engulfing the heavens.
As the largest place for selling spiritual items in Xuan Yang Mountain, Duobao Pavilion not only purchases spiritual items for the sect, but also allows cultivators to consign spiritual items.

These numerous projections are all from the top-tier display cases of Duobaoge.

One of the following—elixirs, talismans, arrays, and artifacts—is used to project a magical restriction, which will be known to half of the cultivators in the ancient city of Dadu.

Qin Yu stepped into the multi-treasure pavilion, glancing over the layers of carved wooden display cases and the Qi Refining cultivators coming and going.

He didn't stop, but walked up the winding wooden stairs.

The Treasure Pavilion is built with first-tier solid wood and reinforced with magical restrictions. It has seven floors and sells spiritual items of different levels.

The first and second floors purchase spiritual herbs, demon beast flesh and blood, and other spiritual items; the third and fourth floors sell talismans, magical artifacts, and pills used by Qi Refining cultivators.

The fifth floor is where Foundation Establishment cultivators purchase elixirs and talismans.

The multi-treasure pavilion has five floors.

As soon as Qin Yupu entered, golden spiritual light transformed into a light membrane, sealing each pill and magical artifact within it.

A dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators were selecting spiritual items, attended by a group of handsome servants and maids.

"It truly lives up to its reputation as the most famous and best-reputed shop in the ancient city."

Having visited Duobaoge several times, Qin Yu's eyes were filled with envy.

Even with the support of Xuan Yang Mountain, suppressing Wan Zhen Lou of Feng Ling Immortal City and Lang Ya Tai of Bi Shui Ge would not be an achievement that could be accomplished overnight.

Qian Junming wore a purple silk robe with a golden toad design, his back was straight, and the words "Duobao" were embroidered on his chest with silver thread.

He wore a manager's token at his waist, held a Ruyi scepter in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, exuding an aura of authority. He was having a pleasant conversation with three Foundation Establishment cultivators who wanted to consign talismans and magical artifacts.

"Ok?"

As he watched Qin Yu enter the pavilion, the look of apprehension in his eyes faded, and he then spoke.

"Uncle Santong, Venerable Jin, Venerable Kong, my uncle previously instructed that distinguished guests be here, so I, your junior disciple, must excuse myself."

Although dissatisfied that Qian Junming, who was only at the Qi Refining stage, dared to act arrogantly in front of him, Jin Huai's face softened as he thought of the matter of selling talismans.

“Nephew Junming, you have important business to attend to. Your uncle can choose some spiritual items. This Treasure Pavilion truly lives up to its reputation as the number one pavilion in Dadu Ancient City.”

With such merit, Senior Brother Qian is expected to condense his inner core in the future.

Kong Cong'an's eyes darted around. Knowing he was clumsy with words, he was straightforward. A ray of light floated from his sleeve and landed in Qian Junming's half-open storage bag.

“Nephew Junming, I’m sorry to trouble you with the goods in this treasure pavilion. Once it’s done, I will be very grateful.”

Shen Santong's eyes gleamed as he gazed at the jade-colored magic sword within the spiritual light, showing no surprise.

The number of consignment slots in Duobao Pavilion is limited, and it is unknown whether the Foundation Establishment Master of Dadu Ancient City is watching them.

The seeds of nascent souls and pseudo-naked immortals in Xuanyang Mountain each occupy a portion of the market.

Given Qian Huaijin's status, even below the False Core Immortal, he is still among the top tier.

'Qin Yu, the disciple of Sect Leader Fang?'

Shen Santong recognized the person but did not make a fuss. He exchanged pleasantries with him.

"Nephew Qian, please go and entertain our distinguished guests. I will take care of my two junior brothers, Jin and Kong."

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Uncle Shen." Qian Junming bowed politely.

Unlike Jin Huaize and Kong Cong'an, who were impoverished cultivators who had only recently established their foundations and whose natal magic weapons lacked spirit stones for refinement.

Shen Santong was based in the ancient city, working as a broker. He had a wide network of connections and was quite famous among the cultivators in Dadu Ancient City.

I heard some time ago that a second-tier cave dwelling I owned was rented by a cultivator to build a mid-grade Dao foundation.

This is also a valuable network of contacts.
"Uncle Qin, please come with me. My uncle went to purchase spiritual items, but he gave me instructions beforehand."

"Thank you for your trouble, Nephew Junming."

"Fellow disciples support each other, what else is there to talk about? My junior disciple has already prepared a private room."

"Please, Uncle Qin!"

Looking at Qian Junming, who was smiling and speaking politely, he greeted the handsome cultivator wearing a black jade crown.

Within moments, the two were in a private room for a private conversation, with servants bringing them spiritual fruits and fine tea.

Jin Huaize and Kong Cong'an, two Foundation Establishment cultivators who wanted to consign pills and magical artifacts at the Treasure Pavilion, exchanged glances and began to inquire about information.

"Since Manager Qian values ​​him so highly, do you know anything about this cultivator?"

"Senior Brother Shen, you have the best connections, do you know anything about this cultivator's background?"

Shen Santong, dressed in a fine bamboo robe adorned with a hundred birds, twitched his ears slightly, put down the magical artifact in his hand, and looked at the cultivators.

"As an intermediary in the business, I naturally know about this fellow Daoist."

One hundred low-grade spirit stones! I guarantee you two fellow cultivators will get more than your money's worth."

Jin Huaize and Kong Cong'an hesitated for a moment.

Although the two were Foundation Establishment cultivators of Xuan Yang Mountain, they had no lineage or legacy from their predecessors.

It takes twenty years of fighting against demonic beasts and going through life and death to forge a foundation for one's cultivation, and only then can one obtain a low-grade Foundation Establishment Pill.

Now, their storage bags are not exactly empty, but they are also in dire need of money. One hundred low-grade spirit stones are enough to make the two of them feel the pinch.

"Click!" In just a few dozen breaths, the carved wooden door of the private room opened again.

Qian Junming smiled and politely saw Qin Yu out.

Jin Huaize and Kong Cong'an noticed a gilded decree in Qin Yu's hand, with the character "乙" engraved on it.

'Order No. 1?'

The two men's pupils dilated in shock as they recognized the coveted Treasure Token.

Jin Huai exclaimed in disbelief, "I obtained the token in just ten breaths!"
"This senior brother has such a grand air about him, how come he's so unfamiliar? I've never seen him in the ancient city before?"

"The Treasure Pavilion sells four grades of spiritual items: A, B, C, and D. Even the B-grade token isn't enough for a typical late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Without further hesitation, Kong Cong'an trembled slightly in his sleeve, and a box of spirit stones fell into Shen Santong's hands.

"I would be grateful if you could enlighten me and guide me through my confusion, Brother Santong."

Seeing this, Jin Huai also took out a small bag of spirit stones. There were no stupid or foolish cultivators who could build a foundation for their Dao.

"Thank you for your help, Senior Brother Shen."

Shen Santong accepted the spirit stone, a slight smile appearing on his expressionless face.

He considered his words carefully and then lowered his voice. "That's Qin Yu, the eldest disciple of Sect Leader Fang Yi."

It's not easy for Duobaoge to consign talismans and elixirs; countless Foundation Establishment cultivators are eyeing them.

This junior brother Qin Yu has a high status, a stable foundation, and the sect leader as his backer.

Moreover, it has a good reputation, and judging from this, it is on good terms with Duobaoge.

You two could try visiting him. If he speaks up for you, even getting a Class B container will be difficult, let alone a Class C one.

At least the T-shaped container offers some security, so it's worth considering.

"That third-tier medical master?!"

"The sect leader, a true master?!"

Jin Huaize and Kong Cong'an spoke almost simultaneously.

"I see. Manager Qian really has a lot of connections."

Some time ago, I saw others going to Xuanji Cave to pay their respects to Master Yan.
Now she's involved with the sect leader. It's truly enviable.

Shen Santong nodded slightly. Qian Huaijin was at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, and he would not refuse to fight him.

But connections?
None of the three of them can compare to Qian Huaijin alone.

As evening fell, the bright moon hung high in the sky, a cool breeze blew, and the verdant bamboo swayed gently in the Xuanzhen Garden.

Inside the quiet room, array flags moved swiftly without wind, surrounded by the spiritual light of the Earth element. A lovable, silvery-white beast activated a magical artifact, causing yellow sand to churn and completely isolate the internal and external energies.

"Buzz!"

Fang Yi carefully scanned the magical barrier with his divine sense. After confirming that no cultivators were probing, he left the meditation room, his feet shimmering with azure lotuses.

With the nourishment of his essence and blood, Gu Jiushang's transformation has reached a critical moment.

Be careful not to let anyone notice.

In the square pavilion, the square charcoal on the bluestone table was lit, and the bubbling sound of boiling water rose up along with the steam.

Fang Yi carried a small jade teapot, the boiling spring water crystal clear, brewing a touch of tender green tea, the aroma of which filled the air.

His gaze fell on the gilded token on the stone table.

"Is it the token number 'Yi-1'?"
With Yan and Tai backing them up, it's normal to be given a Class B token instead of a Class A token.

Qin Yu recalled the many projections on the Treasure Pavilion and felt a pang of regret.

Duobao Pavilion is the place in Dadu Ancient City where the most exquisite spiritual items are sold. The fact that this first-class container is not available will have a great impact on the sales.

Even if it's spread by word of mouth among the Foundation Establishment cultivators who are friendly with Black Abyss Island, it's still far more effective than the widely publicized projection of the Treasure Pavilion.

The difference is still too great.
He had been running the Black Abyss Island for decades and was a master steward, also managing a multi-treasure pavilion under his command.

However, whether it's the quality of the elixirs, the various magical artifacts, or the number of cultivators coming and going, they are all far inferior to those of the Great City.

Compared to his position as the head manager of the Treasure Pavilion, Qian Huaijin's mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation level was secondary.

Seeing his disciple's expression falter slightly, Fang Yi shook his head and handed him a cup of spiritual tea.

"Yu'er, although Qian Huaijin hasn't shown his face, a [Level 1] token is enough to explain things to the sect."

Xu Qingshe didn't try to hide it, and Qin Yu already had a guess about the pure fire energy in the cave.

He hesitated for a moment, knowing that the spirit stones exchanged for the puppet armor were of great importance.

"Master, the sale of top-grade spiritual items will be projected in the Treasure Pavilion for twelve hours at most, and all cultivators in the ancient city will know about it within three days."

This [B] class is only one step away from the [A] class, but the difference is really huge.

Could the sect leader issue a decree ordering Qian Huaijin to sell war puppets with "Class A" treatment?

Fang Yi waved his hand to put away the token, raised his eyebrows slightly, and began to offer some guidance.

“If it were only Yan Youtai, then this would not be impossible.”

However, the fact that Duobao Pavilion has been able to operate in Dadu Ancient City for so long means that it has more than one Core Formation cultivator behind it.

"Uncle-Master Hu Lei?" Qin Yu was completely taken aback, as if a layer of mist had been lifted.

Duobao Pavilion has been in business for nearly two hundred years, and it is rich in spiritual items and magical artifacts. This is naturally inseparable from the presence of the Hu Lei Zhenren, who is stationed in the ancient city of Dadu.

His brows were furrowed, knotted together, much like Yan Youtai, a True Person who had not yet reached the level of Core Formation for sixty years.

The accumulated prestige and cultivation foundation of Master Hu Lei far surpassed that of Yan Youtai.

Fang Yi remained calm and brewed another cup of spiritual tea.

"Yu'er, there's no need to panic. It's just a minor conflict."

The annual profits from the offerings remained unchanged, so Brother Hu Lei didn't care about the affairs of the Treasure Pavilion. Otherwise, Qian Huaijin wouldn't have needed to seek Yan Youtai as a backer.

The true foundation of Senior Brother Hu Lei's lineage lies in the Heavenly Punishment Hall within the sect.

There are priorities in everything. What Fang Yi is doing now is to use the puppet armor to exchange for enough spirit stones.

Afterwards, they crafted puppets and made a fortune of spirit stones during the beast tide.

With favorable timing, location, and people, if we miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to seize it again.

Ten days later.

The seven-story pavilion features incense burners shaped like animal heads, emitting fragrant smoke, and a landscape of mountains and rivers unfolds on the screen.

Qian Huaijin held the ledger, pinched the bridge of his nose, and exclaimed in astonishment.

"In just ten days, it has sold nearly three thousand low-grade spirit stones. Is this puppet armor selling so well?"

"What are your orders, Uncle?"

He flicked his sleeve and sent out a transmission talisman. A moment later, Qian Junming hurriedly and carefully entered the room.

"Junming, with no advertising and no unique features, how come this puppet armor sells so well?" Qian Huaijin asked.

“Uncle, this puppet armor is no less defensive than a high-grade magic weapon, and rogue cultivators in the city have come here because of its reputation.”

Those rogue cultivators who had only reached the Foundation Establishment stage had shallow resources and no high-grade defensive magic artifacts to protect them. They must have heard the news from somewhere.

"The sale of these war puppets has surpassed the sale of the sect's magical artifacts in a short period of time."

Thinking of Qian Junhe, who had already disappeared, Qian Junming spoke humbly, his body becoming increasingly hunched.

But his eyes couldn't hide his excitement.

With their biggest competitor gone, Qian Jia is now left with only one foundation-building seed in Dadu Ancient City.

Being close to the water tower gives one an advantage; by serving Qian Huaijin well, the foundation for success is within reach.

"Is that so?" Qian Huaijin pondered for a moment, feeling disgusted.

Qin Yu brought the sect leader's decree, stating that he wanted to train puppeteers and ordered Duobao Pavilion to sell puppet armor, but could not collect a single penny of consignment fees.

Although he had Master Yan as his backer, he was unwilling to rely on him too much, lest he completely lose his autonomy and become a puppet.

However, the purchase of puppet armor by a few independent cultivators did not have a significant impact.

Qian Huaijin took out a token from his sleeve.

He always believed that harmony brings wealth, and although he had been ordered to make things difficult for Fang Yi, he was unwilling to go to extremes.

After all, he is the head of Xuan Yang Mountain. Who knows when his cultivation will advance further and he will condense a false core.

"Use my token to exchange these three thousand spirit stones for spiritual items and send them to Xuanzhen Garden."
Furthermore, inform the cultivators in the pavilion that there will be no commission on the sale of this puppet armor.

"Yes!" Qian Junming understood. Duobao Pavilion sold spiritual items to boost the enthusiasm of the managers and servants in the pavilion.

There are rewards for selling every spiritual item or elixir, with differences depending on one's status.

The minimum is about one-third of the profits from the talismans and magical artifacts in the pavilion, and the maximum can reach 10%.

Without the rewards, no cultivators sell spiritual items in the Treasure Pavilion.

Xuanzhen Garden.

Inside the quiet room, strands of silver threads flowed and connected with the armor plates, transforming into the prototype of a dark puppet armor.

Fang Yi's fingertips changed their hand gestures, and he exhaled a pale blue flame from his mouth.

"Buzz!"

Spiritual patterns spread, and a second-tier puppet armor was completed.

"Ok?"

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes and took out a pale white token from his sleeve. The token was short and long, and vibrated repeatedly.

"Has it started yet?"

"How did the Beast Demon manage to summon the demonic beasts so quickly?"

His fingertips changed into hand seals, and on the Three Lives Stone in his soul, a white-haired phantom appeared, with a vast divine thought descending upon him.

"Boom!"

When the cycle of life, death, decay, and prosperity reached its peak, Fang Yi's half of his body became crystal clear and full of flesh and blood.

Half of the body was withered and lifeless, like rotten wood.

A vast divine consciousness rose silently, observing the entire ancient city of Dadu.

"South Gate."

Sensing a powerful aura of a demonic beast approaching the south gate of the ancient city, Fang Yi narrowed his eyes, revealing an expectant look.

"Full of vitality, with a hidden fighting spirit within its demonic power, is it the Golden-Eyed Ape King?"

Ten miles south of the ancient city of Dadu, the Golden-Eyed Ape King's soft fur fluttered as he gazed at Chen Xuan.

"Human cultivator, is your claim about the flaws in the formation true?"

(End of this chapter)