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

Chapter 638 Fame Spreads Far and Wide, A Great Wind Rises

"Fang Yi, you've finally shown yourself. Stop cowering." Heng Daozi pointed at the barely breathing Chen Ju in front of him, his face slightly cold.

"Ju'er has such a promising future, it's all been delayed by you like this."

As a healer, Fang Yi, you owe me and the cultivators of the ancient city an explanation!

"Master Fang, you are also the leader of a sect. I have treated you with the utmost respect and have not shortchanged you on your medical fees. Why are you treating me like this?"

"Why!"

"Fang Yi, why are you treating me like this?!"

Chen Ju's hair was like withered grass, his face was covered with fine lines, he covered his face with his head, his body trembled slightly, and he kept roaring hysterically.

He was like a lion in dire straits, with a cliff behind him, and a long, black sword-like magical weapon emerged from his sleeve, its blade covered in cloud patterns.

"Clang!" A cold, sharp light flashed as the Black Cloud Blade unleashed its magical power, slashing towards Fang Yi's head.

"Fang Yi, die!"

Fang Yi extended his index finger and lightly flicked out a beam of Yi wood spiritual light.

"Buzz!" The Dark Cloud Blade trembled continuously and was easily knocked away, a metallic sweet taste rising in Chen Ju's throat.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood essence turned into a blood mist and spit out. Chen Ju lost his balance and fell towards the bluestone ground.

Feeling the powerful divine sense projected upon the bell, cauldron, tower, and sword
The white jade skull intersected with the ancient sword, while the bronze bell and Zhiyangzi whispered to each other.

The round mirror magic weapon manifested Rong Zhouzi's figure, and he shook his head slightly.

"With the beast tide rising and a formidable enemy at our doorstep, Chen Ju is ultimately only a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. Master Fang's actions have gone too far."

Various magical treasures and artifacts emitted spiritual light, and cultivators gathered in small groups, constantly exchanging ideas. The ancient city of Dadu had not been so lively in a long time.

The cultivators who still dared to watch at this time were at least Foundation Establishment stage cultivators with Core Formation potential, and were also people with real power in the ancient city.

Fang Yi, with his black hair flowing down his shoulders and his figure as upright as a pine or bamboo, looked at the five men with horizontal knives with a half-smile, his expression unchanged.

"Chen Ju, how can you be sure that my injury was caused by you, given how desperate you are?"

Chen Ju's face was filled with hatred. After healing his old wounds, he went into seclusion to cultivate and solidify his foundation. However, a month ago, he discovered that his cultivation level was uncontrollably declining, and his lifespan was constantly being reduced.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to speak.

"If it's not you, then who is it?"

Hengdaozi's eyes were bloodshot, his hands trembled slightly, and he hurriedly pulled Chen Ju behind him and fed him a healing pill.

"Ju'er, I will definitely seek justice for you, no matter who it is!"

"Master, it is my fault for being useless." Chen Ju's eyes were brimming with tears, deeply moved. "I regret not heeding Master's words."

Hengdaozi, with a resolute expression, bowed and paid his respects to Zhiyangzi, Rongzhouzi, Sanyin, and others who were observing the fake elixir.

"Fellow Daoists, you can bear witness that Fang Yi is of low character and will stop at nothing to ruin my disciple's foundation. Never seek his treatment for your old ailments in the future."

Today, I'll risk my life to seek justice!

See you in the picture!

Sensing the gradually changing attitudes of these rogue cultivators, such as Zhiyangzi, Qingguan of the Hehuan Sect, and the three Yin of the White Bone Sect who wield skulls.

He could already sense the undisguised apprehension in the divine sense.

I feel so happy, wielding my sword!
'Even if Fang Yi is a third-tier spiritual healer, Tian Dao Wu is willing to harm others with its own resources. By sacrificing a seed, it is still trying to drag Fang Yi down with it.'

Since Chen Ju was severely injured by the spiritual poison, this plan has become an open scheme.

The ancient mirror emitted a spiritual light, and Rong Zhouzi's voice of persuasion rang out.

"I believe that Master Fang is a benevolent healer. He has saved cultivators who do not pay for his services on several occasions. He did not do so to scheme against them, nor is he a person who harbors evil intentions or treats human life as worthless."

However, since this involves the lives of blood relatives and disciples who carry on the Daoist lineage, we hope Fellow Daoist Fang Yi can provide an explanation so that all fellow Daoists can rest assured.

"explain?"

"Explain?"

Beneath Fang Yi's feet, blue lotuses bloomed, and his sleeves fluttered as he stepped out of the forbidden area of ​​Xuanzhen Garden.

He smiled dismissively, straightened his hat, and smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes. His disdainful gaze swept over Rong Zhou, who was brandishing a sword and wielding an ancient mirror.

Why should I explain or give an account of something I did not do?
"Does a wielding sword even deserve to make me speak?"
"The world has truly changed! What kind of worthless trash dares to point fingers at me?"

Hengdaozi's expression darkened slightly as he spoke, "Fang Yi, your arrogance and recklessness will surely be met with justice from the sect's true masters."

A Core Formation demon pet is nothing special to Heavenly Blade Dwelling.

"Heh!" Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the Void Realm Banner behind him swayed, emanating waves of blue light and breathing in life force.

Dozens of ancient vines slithered out like serpents, intertwining to form a large, gnarled hand with withered, yellow skin covered in wood grain.

Forbidden Wood Technique: Little Withered Vine Hand

Amidst a hazy, yellowish aura and an aura of decay, the withered vine's large hand stretched out its five fingers and slapped down.

'How dare Fang Yi make a move? He's just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, how arrogant!' Hengdaozi was shocked, his blood surged, and then he was overjoyed.

'Without the blessing of magical restrictions, you, Fang Yi, are merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator.'

In the blink of an eye, he flicked his sleeve, and the golden sword magic weapon slashed down.

"Zheng!"

"Boom!"

The ancient vine was resilient, and even under the full force of the golden sword's cold light, it remained stagnant for several breaths.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a purple-blue spiritual light descended.

"Wow!"

A melodious cry rang out, and a crane with blue feathers and white plumage flapped its wings, amidst a purple aura and a faint blue light, signifying good fortune.

Fang Yi extended his fingertips, and invisible spiritual threads formed from his magical power.

A clump of fine, black needles, gleaming like cow's hair, was spat out from the mouth of the blue-feathered, white-feathered crane. Then, with a flap of its feathers, a wisp of purple mist appeared, transforming into a net that swept down from above.

Hengdaozi was in a daze when a jade pendant at his waist emitted a chilling spiritual light that flowed into his soul.

In the blink of an eye, Hengdaozi came to his senses.

But the tiny, hair-like needles were only three feet away from him. He looked anxious and frantically channeled his magic power.

"Oh no! Are they trying to establish their authority by using me?"

"A fool's dream!" Hengdaozi's anxious expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Fang Yi with a mocking smile.

Having learned his lesson, he was not unprepared to seek revenge against Fang Yi and ruin his reputation as a spiritual healer after being injured by the secret technique of the divine soul.

"Bang!" An ancient jade talisman at her waist transformed into a silver curtain, which rolled towards the gleaming Soul-Piercing Needle.

The silver curtain swirled like a vortex, its immense suction drawing in a handful of fine, gleaming needles.

Then the golden blade spun, runes flowing on its hilt, radiating a chilling light, and shattered the purple net.

Without the protective spells of the Xuanzhen Academy, Fang Yi, you are nothing more than an ordinary cultivator.

"Oh?" Fang Yi's eyes were cold, his pupils reflecting the phantom of the horizontal sword. He clenched his five fingers, and the surging wood spiritual power materialized in his hand.

Twenty-four five-foot-long, three-finger-wide emerald-green swords transformed into a wheel of blades, which he held in his hands.

"go with!"

The Secret Technique of Puppet Dao: Cang Dao Fusion Feather Technique

The blade wheel split into twenty-four pieces, which merged into the long wings. Surrounded by azure feathers, white feathers, and purple aura, it gleamed with a cold, sharp light.

With a whoosh, the purple net of sword energy swirled, its purple and blue hues echoing each other.

"Puppet Dao secret techniques? I've underestimated you, Fang Yi."

Hengdaozi unleashed the full power of his golden sword magic weapon, its blade clanging and clashing, yet he could not escape the ever-strengthening purple aura net.

The blue lotus beneath Fang Yi's feet withered and transformed into hundreds of lotus seeds. The white jade-like lotus seeds took root, sprouted, branched out, and grew leaves.

In the blink of an eye, the lotus leaves stretch to the sky, an endless expanse of green.

"Such a solid Core Formation Domain?" The ancient mirror spun, and the image of Rong Zhouzi in a green robe and wearing a wooden crown appeared beside him.

A slight smile played on his lips; he was in high spirits. "This Fang Yi is overconfident. A mere Core Formation cultivator dares to act so arrogantly in front of Heng Daozi?"

The white jade skull cackled, and a long sword, its body entirely eerie green with azure runes on its blade, slashed down, shattering the cold, blue blade light that had fallen from the purple net.

San Yin's hoarse voice rang out. "Fellow Daoists, don't just stand by and do nothing. Fang Yi and Heng Daozi are now locked in a fierce battle."

"Do you fellow Daoists not have any share of the profits from the shops near Xuanzhen Garden?"

"Fellow Daoist is right! Fellow Daoists, I will make the first move."

Rong Zhou cursed San Yin for meddling in his affairs. The ancient mirror turned, and a beam of light struck down.

The ancient bronze bell swayed gently, its sound lingering, and a gilded longsword emitted a sharp light. Then, a red sun rose, and within the red sun, the Dharma wheel turned.

However, it was the three fake Dan Masters, including Zhiyangzi, who took action to suppress the aftershocks of Fang Yi and Hengdaozi's battle.

Xuanzhen Garden is filled with spiritual energy and is a quasi-third-tier cave dwelling. As the core area of ​​the ancient city, it is surrounded by alchemy workshops, weapon workshops, and brothels.

Having shared the spoils and accepted the offerings, the fake alchemists had no choice but to offer their services.

Looking at the golden sword magic weapon entangled by the Azure Feather White Crane Puppet, Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his magic robe fluttering in the wind.

"Now that there are no external distractions, only the two of us remain, why do you insist on doing this, sword in hand?"

"Heh, Fang Yi, you're so arrogant. With your mere Foundation Establishment cultivation, do you really think you can take me by heart?"

A frog at the bottom of a well, arrogant and conceited!
"Today I will seek justice for my disciple. A life for a life, I will destroy your foundation!"

Hengdaozi's face was solemn, and gold threads shimmered on his robe, forming a gilded legal domain.

"It's just a Core Formation Domain, what kind of great supernatural power is it?"

"When!" Hengdaozi's expression changed slightly. The Azure Lotus Domain and the Golden Domain clashed fiercely, and golden-blue ripples appeared one after another.

The Dharma realm trembled, the Dharma robes fluttered, and Fang Yi, who had been so unrestrained and elegant, vanished like a dream.

"Where?!"

With the formidable enemy gone, Hengdaozi's muscles tensed, and his divine sense surged wildly as he swept across the Dharma Domain inch by inch.

"The left side?"

"no!"

"The right side?"

"no!"

"Above?"

"no!"

"Where exactly is it?!"

Hengdaozi's words were like thunder, mocking, "You cowardly coward, Fang Yi, do you dare to show your face?"

"As you wish." Accompanied by a soft laugh, which brought a slight tickle, Fang Yi's words came from Heng Daozi's ear.

“Behind me!!”

With a cold glint in his eyes, he frantically channeled his magic power, his fan-sized hand gleaming with a sharp, cold light as he slashed behind him.

However, it was too late!

Two long, slender hands, carrying a faint warmth, rested on Hengdaozi's arm.

"Fellow Daoist Hengdaozi, I, Fang, will give you an explanation right now."

Fang Yi smiled, his five fingers like eagle claws digging into his arm, a bluish light like a blade, and the smell of blood rising.

"Rip!" Flesh and blood ripped apart, splattering everywhere, as Fang Yi tore off both arms along with the skin and flesh.

"Ugh!" With a muffled groan, the muscles on the horizontal blade's face contorted, and the veins bulged like earthworms as he roared.

"Fang Yi!!"

Lotus blossoms bloom beneath his feet. Fang Yi flicks his sleeves, and both arms fall to the ground, warm blood spilling onto the dust in front of Xuanzhen Garden.

He was spotless, with a smile on his lips, like a refined gentleman carefully cultivated by a noble family, living a life of luxury.

"Fellow Daoist Hengdaozi, are you satisfied with this explanation?"

"Gulp." As if seeing a flood or a ferocious beast, Hengdaozi swallowed a mouthful of blood and instinctively took a half step back.

Fang Yi smiled and took two steps forward. With the sound of bones breaking, his two arms turned into a pool of flesh.

"Hengdaozi, do you understand now?"

"If I were dissatisfied with Chen Ju, why would a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator need to resort to underhanded methods?"

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In the ancient city of Dadu, all was silent, not even the several pseudo-Dan cultivators who were suppressing the spiritual tide.

Even Yu Zhu and Jiu Qu, who were observing from the sidelines using secret techniques, and even Chen Xian Zhenren, who was fighting against Qi Jie, did not expect this outcome.

"This is outrageous," Zhiyangzi muttered to himself. Although he had a fiery temper, he dared not act in such a way.

Tearing apart Hengdaozi's arms in front of the Nascent Soul cultivators of Tiandaowu is already a loss beyond just a Nascent Soul seed.

With both arms broken and meridians damaged, it's a fact that Hengdaozi's combat strength has plummeted.

“They are already mortal enemies.” Zhiyangzi’s eyes were filled with envy. Even if he had the upper hand, he would not dare to act like this in the ancient city.

"Having a powerful backer, with Xuan Yang Mountain at my back, I am ultimately different from a rogue cultivator."

"That's ruthless!" The ancient mirror swirled, sweeping over the arms that had turned to blood and mud and could no longer be supported. Rong Zhou's voice was dry.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, are you being too ruthless?"

"Hmm? What does Fellow Daoist Rong mean by this?" Fang Yi narrowed his eyes, having been observing Rong Zhou Zhenren for quite some time.

He already knew about his repeated attempts to stir up trouble and confuse the onlookers.

"Fellow Daoist Rong, are you trying to get involved in the cause and effect between Xuan Yang Mountain and Tian Dao Dock?"

Fang Yi spoke calmly, but Rong Zhouzi's heart tightened, and he dared not say more. The ancient mirror magic weapon transformed into a streak of green light and fled.

Although he had cultivated for far longer than Fang Yi, he was still only a pseudo-elixir cultivator.

Fang Yi was able to tear apart Heng Daozi's arms, which meant he was no weaker than a fake Core Formation cultivator, not to mention he had an enviable third-tier demon king as his pet.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly upon seeing this, glanced disdainfully at Heng Daozi, then turned around and headed towards Xuanzhen Garden.

"Oh!"

The heavy vermilion gate closed, and the magical restrictions on Xuanzhen Garden circulated. Before long, a small silver-white beast descended, accompanied by demonic clouds.

A melodious sound drifted out.

"Fellow Daoists, if you wish to have me refine spiritual medicines, simply present your visiting card."
If you do not wish for me to refine the elixirs, you may return them to Xuanzhen Garden.

A beam of light descended, and Chen Xian frowned as he stared at Hengdaozi, whose arms were severed.

The beast-headed longsword in his hand emitted a spiritual light, exuding a chilling killing intent.

After a while, seemingly wary, he waved his sleeve, picked up the group with their swords, and left.

"Fang Yi, there's plenty of time in the future. I'll take note."

Chen Xian sighed inwardly. A Foundation Establishment cultivator severely injured a Pseudo-Core cultivator. With such a foundation, Fang Yi, the current head of Xuan Yang Mountain, must not have relied on a third-tier demonic pet.

In Xuanzhen Garden, vigorous green bamboos sway gently.

Eight Directions Pavilion

As Fang Yi sensed the departure of each cultivator, his eyes became deep and unfathomable, like an ancient, icy pool.

"The wind rises, the various factions make their moves, now it's time to see who has the superior skill."

With a flick of his sleeve, a skull gleaming with jade light fell to the ground.

"Rong Zhou? Heh, you've got some nerve."

(End of this chapter)