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

Chapter 637 Arriving at the Door with a Sword, Engaging in a Battle with a True Immortal

Is Sect Leader Fang here?

Outside Xuanzhen Garden, Qingguan's red lips were full, her long black hair cascading down, and her seven layers of gauze skirt were bathed in the glow of the sunset. As she walked, she seemed to be carrying flowing clouds.

Seeing the Xuanzhen Garden silent, she slightly raised her eyebrows, and with her jade-like fingers she lightly tapped, a pink spiritual light struck the bronze bell.

"Boom!"

The bronze bell at the courtyard gate resonated, its powerful, metallic sound continuously drifting into the garden.

In the quiet room, the scarlet color of the Five Poisons Cauldron shone out, and the escaping poisonous mist was so potent that it even corroded the magical restrictions.

"Qing Guanzi?"

Fang Yi seemed to be deep in thought. He withdrew his magical power and directed his divine sense toward the gate of Xuanzhen Garden.

Now, as he refines spiritual poisons and harmonizes the relationships between the ruler, ministers, assistants, and envoys, he finds himself unable to extricate himself from the crucial moment.

"call out!"

A transmission talisman fell, and Fang Yi waved his sleeves, exhaling pale blue flames to continue refining the spiritual poison.

"Have Yu'er greet them first."

"Crack!"

A swirling blue mist rose and fell, the restrictions dissipated, and the vermilion gate opened to the left and right.

Looking at Qin Yu, who was dressed in green and wearing a lotus crown, Qing Guanzi pursed her red lips and revealed a stunning charm with every move she made.

"Junior Nephew Qin, I wonder if Fellow Daoist Fang is in the garden?"

Qin Yu said in a muffled voice, "My master is in seclusion, recuperating from his internal injuries, and is currently unable to receive guests."

"Is it inconvenient to receive guests?" Qing Guanzi hesitated, thinking of the rumors about Dadu Ancient City.

She came to see Fang Yi, for the elixir that replenished her vital energy.

The cost of obtaining the materials for a near-third-tier spiritual herb from Fang Yi was a considerable expense, even for a pseudo-core cultivator.

If the rumors in the ancient city are true, Fang Yi treated cultivators and left behind a hidden trick to extort spiritual items.
Qing Guanzi remained calm and spoke, "Nephew Qin, I wonder when True Immortal Fang will emerge from seclusion? I have important matters to discuss with you."

"You say it's inconvenient to see guests? Clearly, your skills are lacking, and you're too ashamed to face anyone!"

Golden light swirled around him as Hengdaozi, clad in a gilded robe and with a fierce expression, led four Foundation Establishment cultivators to land in front of the Xuanzhen Garden.

"Fang Yi!
"Show yourself at once and give my disciple and nephew justice!"

He channeled his inner energy, and a thunderous roar echoed throughout half the ancient city.

"Wow!"

As the sword struck Xuanzhen Garden, countless divine senses rose up in the ancient city, hovering and observing from the surrounding area.

A burning divine sense coursed through him as Zhiyangzi asked curiously, "Has Hengdaozi been living a life of pleasure for too long?"

Sect Leader Fang has had many fortunate opportunities, but he's raised a third-tier demonic pet, and he hasn't learned his lesson from last time.

An aged voice, seemingly shrouded in the ancient turquoise mirror, descended from somewhere. "Heh, Zhiyangzi, you're quite ignorant. Several disciples of Tiandaowu sought Fang Yi's treatment to heal their old wounds."

Now, each of them has suffered a great loss of vitality and a shortened lifespan.

There was also a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who had reached the Core Formation stage, but his foundation was damaged, and his path to enlightenment was cut off.

"As the person in charge of Tiandaowu in the ancient city, if Hengdaozi cannot seek justice for his disciples, he will not be able to maintain his position in Dadu Ancient City."

A wisp of gray light flowed and transformed into a white jade skull, which chuckled eerily.

"A seed for Core Formation? Which true disciple of the Heavenly Blade Pavilion?"

The spiritual light in the ancient turquoise mirror stagnated slightly. Sensing the unfamiliar and fierce aura, he tentatively asked.

"I am Rong Zhou. I have been cultivating in the ancient city for some time and I am already familiar with all the fake alchemists in the city."

Seeing that your aura is unfamiliar, I wonder who you are?

A sinister aura swirled around the white jade skull, and a phantom image of a skeletal demon god wielding a dark green longsword flashed by, followed by another chilling voice.

"Hehehe, I am Sanyin, a mere rogue cultivator. Yet, I have abundant opportunities for transmigration, and the ancient city is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

Fellow Daoist Rongzhou, why bother digging deeper?
However, given Fang Yi's status and his role as the face of Xuan Yang Mountain, why would he need to fake it?
Could it be that Tian Dao Wu is trying to ruin Fang Yi's reputation?

A glimmer of spiritual light emanated from the ancient mirror. Rong Zhou seemed to be deep in thought upon seeing this. In the ancient city of Dadu, where all sorts of people mingled, it was not surprising that a fake Core Formation cultivator was hidden.

"I have met three female friends."

I also have my doubts. Tian Dao Wu and Xuan Yang Shan have had some conflict, and recently they've been colluding with Bi Shui Ge, perhaps intending to form an alliance.

But in the end, I gave up on that idea.

The ancient mirror shimmered with spiritual light, reflecting a short, stout, dark-skinned middle-aged cultivator behind Heng Daozi.

"Chen Ju, with a Foundation Establishment level nine cultivation, is the successor of Hengdaozi, and as far as I know, he is also his bloodline."

This junior was originally among the top-tier cultivators in the middle-grade Dao Foundation stage. His magical power was pure, and he had a bright future, worthy of being compared to our generation.

"As for your current foundations, fellow Daoists, with your profound cultivation, you should know."

A gilded magic sword and an ancient bronze bell fell to the ground, and two more fake alchemists from the ancient city spoke.

"With its magical power murky and its vitality dim, the foundation of the successor has been destroyed. No wonder Hengdaozi went mad."

"Hey, maybe Fang Yi knew that Chen Ju was the successor to the Hengdao mantle, which is why he was so ruthless."

"These powerful cultivators are becoming increasingly arrogant. As mere pseudo-Core Formation cultivators, we should simply stay out of their way."

Rong Zhou spoke again. "Fellow Daoists, the major sects are acting arrogantly and have no shame whatsoever."

"Given Fang Yi's actions, would you still dare to seek his treatment?"

Numerous divine senses swirled, their apprehension undisguised. Rong Zhou chuckled inwardly, then sighed with regret.

"It's a pity. I thought that with the emergence of a third-tier spiritual healer in the cultivation world, we rogue cultivators could benefit from it."
I never imagined he would be such a ruthless person.

The ancient mirror emitted a spiritual light, its surface reflecting the bloodshot eyes of the man with the horizontal sword, and Chen Ju's face, which was ashen with despair.

"Fang Yi, why are you acting like a coward? You are unworthy of being the head of Xuan Yang Mountain."

With a trembling body and a sorrowful expression, Fang Yi pointed a knife at Chen Ju beside him and cried out in a shrill voice, "You destroyed the foundation of my offspring's cultivation! You hypocrite! Fang Yi, get out here!"

"Zheng!"

A golden knife, gleaming coldly, flew out from his sleeve and slashed towards Qin Yu's head.

The pink veil shimmered with spiritual light, coiling towards the golden knife like a venomous python.

But Qing Guanzi moved lightly, her long skirt shimmering with rosy light, and stood in front of Hengdao.

"Fellow Daoist Hengdaozi, why be so radical? There might be some misunderstanding here."
As the head of Xuan Yang Mountain, how could Master Fang ruin his reputation?

A chill ran through Hengdaozi's heart, and his gaze grew even colder.

'You lowly servant! Mind your own business!'

He cursed inwardly, for that was precisely why he wanted to completely destroy Fang Yi's reputation.

Sensing the divine consciousness emanating from several magical artifacts and treasures in the air, and their undisguised conversation, Hengdaozi reached out and pulled Chen Ju and the other three to his front.

A spiritual light flowed across his five fingers, entering the bodies of the four people.

"Buzz!"

Golden light emanated from his body, revealing the weakened vitality and turbid magical power of Chen Ju and the other three Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Previously, only a fake cultivator could tell that the four had suffered great loss of vital energy and had their foundations destroyed.

Nowadays, there is no need for Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Even cultivators in the mid-to-late stages of Qi Refining could sense the two's undisguised weakness.

"Wow!"

Chen Ju stepped forward, his black hair fading, resembling withered grass, and wrinkles appearing on his face.

In the blink of an eye, he went from looking like a middle-aged man to an old man in his eighties.

"Master Fang, I have no grudge against you, why do you ruin my path?"

His eyes were filled with intense hatred, his words were laced with tears, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He was originally grateful to Fang Yi, but his hidden injury flared up, and he was saved by his master.

He then realized that one can know a person's face but not their heart, and that Fang Yi was a hypocrite. "Fellow Daoist Qing Guan, I heard that you sought out Fang Yi to refine spiritual medicine to replenish the vital energy of your Daoist partner's cauldron."

Hengdaozi narrowed his eyes slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Aren't you afraid that Fang Yi might have secretly plotted against you, a cultivator from the Hehuan Sect?"

"If this is how you treat my Heavenly Blade Dwelling, then you, the Demonic Joyful Union Sect, need not worry about your reputation at all."

"This"

Qingguan tightened her grip on the red gauze, realizing that Hengdaozi's words made sense.

Chen Ju, as the successor of Hengdaozi and also a descendant of the same lineage, was extremely beloved.

Having lived in the ancient city of Dadu for a long time, she had long heard that Hengdaozi had fought a fierce battle with a fake alchemist in the city for a spiritual medicine in order to help Chen Ju.

More than ten years ago, he even seized a piece of gilded sand and fought a life-or-death battle with a near-third-tier crimson-gold crocodile.

Later, the gilded sand was refined by Chen Ju into his natal weapon.

Even Chen Ju ended up like this, so what Hengdaozi said is probably true.
Qing Guanzi clenched his five fingers, withdrew his magical power, took half a step back, and revealed Qing Yu.

Whether intentional or not, Chen's refusal to seek treatment from Fang Yi, and the resulting predicament, are undeniable facts.
She couldn't help but feel wary.

Hengdaozi was secretly pleased to see this, but his face became even more sorrowful as he reached out with his large, fan-like hand.

"Since Fang Yi won't show himself, then let Qin Yu pay for your life!"

"Clang!" The golden sword magic weapon slashed out again, its killing intent overwhelming.

Qin Yu's expression changed slightly. He waved his sleeves, and the Azure Lotus Banner unfurled, with clusters of blue lotus blossoms hanging down.

The blue lotus was easily cut down by the golden knife, but as one lotus withered, another bloomed.

Between birth and death, the golden blade did not linger for a moment.

"Don't hurt my senior brother!"

Within the Xuanzhen Garden, a surge of blood energy rose into the sky, and Huo Zhao, clad in heavy armor, appeared even more imposing.

He lowered his stance, mounted his horse, and, ignoring the pain in his meridians, frantically channeled his magical power into his three-pointed black gold sword.

"Zheng!"

The Xuanjin Three-Pointed Blade shot out from his hand, turning into golden light and striking the golden sword magic weapon.

"clang!"

The golden blade trembled slightly, and then a precious pearl from the vast ocean rose up, creating a towering tide.

Li Heng's handsome face was extremely serious as a tidal wave of magical power crashed down.

"Wow!"

The pearl in the vast ocean spun rapidly, striking towards the golden knife.

The precious flag fluttered, and the Xuanjin Trident and the Vast Ocean Pearl were knocked down.

Three beams of light—green, gold, and blue—connected and fell toward the horizontal blade.

"Three mid-grade Dao Foundation cultivators?"
Fang Yi is ruthless, but he is quite capable when it comes to teaching disciples.

Seeing that the golden sword magic weapon was slightly hindered, Hengdaozi's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

His hero is my enemy.

Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and Li Heng joined forces and, despite their mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation, were able to counterattack against the aura of a fake Core Formation cultivator.

Even though he held back half of his power and did not go all out, it shows that the three of them had a solid foundation and a well-developed Dao heart.

It's such an eyesore!
"Zheng!"

The golden blade rang out, and the wielder, no longer holding back, unleashed his full magical power.

The chilling aura of the blade dissipated, causing the vegetation to wither and flourish, and the numerous magical treasures that had been watching from the air to retreat in fear.

"The black blade rang out in the air; Hengdaozi is fighting for his life."

Within the jade-colored skull, an ancient longsword swirled with azure runes. Though merely a top-grade magical artifact, it was not opposed to golden swords and magical treasures, eager to test its edge.

The golden blade light slashed down, severing a corner of the tip of the Xuanjin Three-Pointed Blade. The Vast Ocean Pearl, which followed closely behind, was of extremely high quality, but it was also knocked away.

"Roar!"

A majestic roar resounded, and brown demonic clouds soared into the sky. A small, silver-white beast trod on the demonic clouds, urging a yellow jade gourd to spew out spiritual sand.

Earth Great Seal!
The spiritual sand churned and transformed into a large hand, about ten feet long with distinct knuckles, which moved seemingly slowly but actually swiftly to seize the golden sword magic weapon.

"It's over," Qing Guanzi shook his head slightly.

The third-tier demonic pet under Fang Yi's command is an opportunity that countless cultivators envy.

The Seventh Demon King made his move, but without the assistance of a Core Formation cultivator, what could a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator do? What could he do even with the Heavenly Blade Valley as his backer?

With their direct bloodline foundation destroyed, their strength is inferior to others, and they cannot stir up any trouble.

"In the world of cultivation, strength ultimately reigns supreme." Qing Guan tossed a lock of hair behind her ear and took a few steps back.

As a cultivator from the Hehuan Sect stationed in Dadu Ancient City, she was well aware of the complex relationships among the various forces within the city.

The Jade Pearl of Biyue Pavilion and the Thunder of Xuanyang Mountain restrained each other, and the Nine-Bend True Man could at most hold back Yan Youtai.

The Hehuan Sect and the White Bone Sect stood by and watched, while no Core Formation Realm cultivator was stationed at Tiandaowu.

"An additional third-tier demon beast provides an overwhelming advantage."

Qing Guan gazed at the powerful, silver-white demon beast, feeling a pang of envy.

"A third-tier demonic pet—such a great opportunity, why doesn't it fall into my hands?"
Then it's up to Fang Yi to decide how to deal with Hengdaozi.

"Zheng!"

A resounding clang of a blade echoed through the heavens and earth as a massive, blood-red beast-headed sword fell to the ground.

"Chen Xian, the True Man of Tiandaowu?" Qing Guanzi narrowed his eyes slightly, spiritual light flowed beneath his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he had already retreated a hundred feet.

She suddenly realized that even a Core Formation cultivator would need ten days to travel from the Tiandaowu Mountain Gate to the Dadu Ancient City.

Hengdaozi had planned this all along.

The beast-headed broadsword fell, cleaving the earthen handprint in two. Chen Xian, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, was lean and had sunken eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Qijie, my Heavenly Blade Dock is not without its backers."

Hengdaozi murmured to himself.

Having dared to come to Xuanzhen Garden to cause trouble for Fang Yi, how could he not have included that third-tier demon king in his plans?

"I'll collect some interest first!"
Three mid-grade Foundation Establishment disciples are enough to break your heart, Fang Yi!

Seeing the golden sword magic weapon getting closer and closer to Qin Yu and the other two, Hengdaozi felt a sense of satisfaction.

If it weren't for Fang Yi, his bloodline would never have been completely destroyed.

None of the fake Core Formation cultivators observing were simple individuals; if they were to convince the cultivators in the city...
Chen Ju's foundation has truly collapsed, and his lifespan has been shortened, let alone the condensation of a true elixir.
There is absolutely no possibility of him condensing a fake elixir and inheriting his mantle.

"At this close range, let's see how you, Fang Yi, control the puppet."
If that third-tier crane puppet were to attack, it would risk severely damaging its natal treasure to send Fang Yi's disciple on his way.

"Crash!"

A verdant banner flutters in the wind, with strands of life hanging down.

"clang!"

The azure-gold spiritual light collided, and countless blue lotuses bloomed. Invisible forces intertwined, and the golden blade was trapped in a quagmire.

Fang Yi, dressed in a green pine robe and wearing a five-lotus crown, walked out of the courtyard with a carefree and elegant air.

How is that possible?

Without a third-tier spirit puppet, does Fang Yi possess such profound knowledge to activate a third-tier medical technique?

Hengdaozi's face darkened, and he inwardly cursed.

"Fang Yi, you have harmed the cultivators of the ancient city, and now you finally dare to show your true colors!"

"Crack!"

Fang Yi did not offer any further explanation. Tian Dao Wu sacrificed one Core Formation seed cultivator and three Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Using this as a pretext to hurt someone is no longer a mere verbal dispute and can be explained away.

(End of this chapter)