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

Chapter 639 A Three-Way Alliance: Who Will Be the Lucky One?
Kill Jinyuan.

With a splash of waves, a streak of emerald light descended, and the hem of an apricot-colored robe flashed into the quiet room.

Looking at Hengdaozi, whose arms were broken and whose face was contorted with muscles, Jade Pearl Zhenren slightly furrowed her brows.

"I underestimated Fang Yi. I thought he got his position as sect leader by relying on that third-tier demon pet."

Unexpectedly, both of us misjudged him; Fang Yi is indeed a remarkable person.

"Yuzhu, how does Biyue Pavilion plan to resolve this matter?" Chen Xian's eyes were sunken, his gaze sharp and menacing.

Tian Dao Wu paid such a high price, and he personally came to oversee the situation, yet he suffered a great loss against a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator. Master Yu Zhu must give an explanation.

The value of Hengdaozi is far beyond what Chen Ju can compare to.

Without having condensed his core essence, Chen Ju was merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"I will compensate Hengdaozi myself, as for an explanation..."

With a gentle wave of her slender, jade-like hand, a ritual vessel, a pure bottle, flew out of her storage bag.

The bottle tilted, and a gurgling stream of clear spring water poured down, continuously nourishing the old wounds of the horizontal knife.

Once the spiritual liquid in the bottle was exhausted, Hengdaozi's aura had recovered, and he was no longer severely injured.

As for the arms?

Yu Zhu shook her head slightly. The spiritual medicine that could reshape the body and regenerate bones was precious and could be considered the foundation of each sect. Heng Daozi also benefited from the alliance between the two sects.

However, it still requires retrieving it from the Biyue Pavilion, which takes a lot of effort.

She narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly and said solemnly, "Junior Brother Hengdao has worked hard this time, although he has not completely ruined Fang Yi's reputation."

However, the cultivators in the ancient city harbored unresolved issues, causing Fang Yi to lose his former glory.

As for what happened afterward, a demon king fell, the Nine-Bend Old Monster rebuilt the great formation, and there was no war within the sixty-year period of Sudu Mountain.

"If we don't suppress Fang Yi now, and wait for his reputation as a third-tier spiritual healer to be recognized by the cultivators of Dayun, the price won't be this high." Jade Pearl True Person's eyes were cold, and his lips moved as he used a telepathic transmission technique.

"Junior Sister Yuzhu is quite cunning." Chen Xian's eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced meaningfully at True Person Yuzhu.

With a flourish of his sleeves, a dark chain flew out like a swimming fish in the blink of an eye.

A faint clanging sound came from outside the quiet room, and in the blink of an eye, a beam of dark light enveloped Chen Ju, whose hair was white and who had just turned white.

Sensing the profound and imposing auras of the two True Immortals, Chen Ju was slightly startled.

Ignoring the excruciating pain, he cupped his hands in a respectful bow and said...

"Chen Ju pays his respects to Uncle-Master Chen Xian and greets True Man Yuzhu. May I ask what instructions Uncle-Master may have?"

“Nephew Chen Ju, the sect has treated you well. Now there is a matter that requires your intervention.” Chen Xian’s tense expression relaxed slightly, and he smiled kindly.

"Master Uncle, please give your orders. I, Chen Ju, will not hesitate to do so." Chen Ju bowed deeply, his heart burning with enthusiasm.

Although he destroyed his foundation, he was filled with despair.

However, if one is valued by a true master in the sect and is bestowed with a third-tier spiritual item, there is a glimmer of hope that one can reshape their path of cultivation.

"puff!"

A dark blade flashed, and Chen Xian brought his five fingers together, striking down with a palm.

As his soul gradually shattered, Chen Ju, his eyes filled with confusion and despair, collapsed straight to the ground.

Chen Xian's ruthless words reached his ears.

“Nephew Chen Ju, you have been nurtured in the sect for a long time. Since your Dao foundation has been corroded by the third-order Blood Devourer, we will borrow your life to repay the sect’s great kindness.”

"My disciple, go in peace. I will not let your sacrifice be in vain. I will raise your children well."

Hengdaozi's complexion regained a rosy hue, and his sleeves were empty. He appeared behind Chen Ju at some unknown time.

A glimmer of spiritual light appeared, and a ritual alms bowl containing the dark blue spiritual poison that thirsts for blood materialized.

'Blood-devouring? How could the sect know what kind of spiritual poison it is?' Chen Ju suddenly realized, his eyes cracked, and tears of blood streamed down his face.

"It was someone from within the sect who did it, not Fang Yi."

Jade Pearl Immortal nodded slightly and waved his hand to annihilate Chen Ju's resentful soul.

Looking at Chen Ju, who had completely lost his life force and whose body was intact, he showed a satisfied expression.

"Then we'll see what Fellow Daoist Yuzhu can do."

With a wave of his sleeve, Master Yuzhu confidently put away Chen Jufa's body.

"Among the independent cultivators, Zhou Rongzi has already joined the Biyue Pavilion. Over the past hundred years, he has accumulated an excellent reputation."

Now, with his help and the sacrifice of Chen Ju, our two factions are willing to pay any price to completely destroy Fang Yi's reputation under the weight of public opinion.

“There are cultivators from the independent cultivators, the Azure Water Pavilion, and the Heavenly Blade Dock who have suffered accidents and damaged their cultivation paths after seeking treatment from Fang Yi.”

"I'd like to see just how many cultivators are so audacious as to entrust their lives to Fang Yi."

Jade Pearl Immortal raised a wisp of water from his fingertip, which transformed into a scroll covered with names of people.

"We still need Fellow Daoist Chen Xian's help to stop Yan Youtai in this matter."

"I was careless and allowed Fang Yi to truly gain power. Fortunately, it's not too late to mend things."

"If True Person Yuzhu were to become Daoist partners with Senior Brother Chen Sheng in the future, our two sects would be united, and I would certainly not stand idly by."

Chen Xian nodded slightly. The combined strength of the Biyue Pavilion and the Tiandao Dock, if they mobilized their resources, would be enough to destroy Fang Yi's illustrious reputation.

No matter how outstanding Fang Yi's medical skills are, he will ultimately rely on his reputation to gain benefits.

Neither the Biyue Pavilion nor the Tiandao Dock, which are enemies of Xuanyang Mountain, are willing to produce another Huang Guangsheng.

With his own efforts, he could elevate the foundation of Xuanyang Mountain by at least 30%.

Ten days later.

The ancient city of Dadu was bustling with activity.

Qin Yu, dressed in a blue robe and wearing a black crown, strolled along the main street. The cultivators who used to fawn over him now avoided him as if he were a plague god.

Looking at the cultivators from various sects who were retreating in all directions, he murmured to himself.

"The rumors are getting worse. If this continues, even Master won't need to treat cultivators in the ancient city."

Thinking back on these past ten days.

Tian Dao Wu and Bi Shui Ge are fine.

In the ancient city lived a renowned rogue cultivator, a potential Core Formation cultivator from the White Bone Sect. His Dao Foundation was destroyed, and rumors circulated that either Fang Yi's skills were lacking, or that he had secretly extorted spiritual items.
Rumors are more dangerous than tigers!
Three hours later, Qin Yu returned from the ancient city, his mind heavy with worries.

In the Xuanzhen Garden, he encountered Huo Zhao, whose face was gloomy, and asked him a question.

"Junior Brother Huo, what was the outcome of what you witnessed in the South City?"

Huo Zhao's eyes burned with rage, his chest heaving. He respected Fang Yi to the extreme, regarding him as a father.

"The lowly maid of Biyue Pavilion and the cultivators of Tiandao Dock joined forces to spread rumors. Even with the help of other cultivators in the sect, the result was still extremely bad."

Despite all efforts and the full assistance of Xuan Yang Mountain, Fang Yi's reputation continued to decline.

He sighed, pinched his brow, and said dejectedly, "My master's reputation, built up over a hundred years, will likely be ruined by this battle."

"Is it possible that everything will be destroyed, and more than a hundred years of accumulation will vanish in a single day?"

Fang Yi, dressed in a blue robe, stood tall and straight, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, seemingly unaffected by the damage to his reputation.

"Master?"

"Disciple pays homage to Master!"

With a gentle touch, Fang Yi helped the two disciples up. He then looked at Qing Guanzi beside him and said self-deprecatingly.

"This disciple is utterly useless, and has only made a fool of himself in your presence, fellow Daoist."

"Fellow Daoist Fang's two disciples are commendable for their filial piety. I am very envious and wish I could have such disciples under my command."

Qing Guanzi smiled, her every move exuding a captivating charm.

She hesitated for a moment, then said apologetically, "Regarding the matter of refining spiritual medicine, it was my fault for going back on my word, but it involves important matters of the sect, so I hope Fellow Daoist Fang will forgive me."

Fang Yi raised an eyebrow, took out a jade box from his storage bag, and pushed it into Qing Guanzi's hand.

"These are the spiritual herbs you sent, fellow Daoist, and I am returning them to you. Please check if there is any error." "Fellow Daoist Fang, you are too kind. How could I not trust you?"

Qing Guanzi took the jade box, quietly scanned it with his divine sense, and felt a slight sense of relief upon seeing that the spiritual object was unharmed.

She really didn't want to gamble on Fang Yi's reputation or his character.

"I have some matters to attend to at my residence and must take my leave first."

Before Fang Yi could reply, Qing Guanzi moved gracefully, carried away by pink clouds, and left with a fragrant breeze.

"Oh!"

The vermilion gate of Xuanzhen Garden closed, and a beam of spiritual light carried a stone tablet down.

Do not disturb during your seclusion.

The four characters of calligraphy flowed, accompanied by the legal prohibitions that separated the inside from the outside, and Xuanzhen Garden was completely sealed off.

Above the ancient city.

Master Yuzhu's brows relaxed, a smile played on his lips, and even the blue waves beneath his feet seemed to radiate joy.

The matter is settled!
"Fellow Daoist Hu Lei, how long are you going to stand by and watch?"

"Hmph! Jade Pearl, what a skill!" Master Hu Lei's face was ugly; for the past ten days, Master Yu Zhu had blocked his way.

Whether it was Yan Youtai or Chen Xian who were entangled, the Nine-Bend Master would intentionally or unintentionally show favoritism.

Ultimately, Fang Yi was forced into seclusion and stopped seeing cultivators.

"Hehehe!" Jade Pearl Master laughed so hard she was shaking, finally venting her anger.

"What? Do you think I've wronged Fang Yi?"
Everyone in the ancient city knows that Fang Yi is ruthless but lacks skill.

The group included rogue cultivators, Tiandaowu, Biyuege, and a Core Formation seed from the White Bone Sect.

How many cultivators has this harmed?

Master Hu Lei's expression grew increasingly gloomy. Among the rogue cultivators, there were some who doubted that Fang Yi's story was false.

However, when it comes to matters of the Tao, it's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't.
Master Hu Lei roared, "Yu Zhu, aren't you going to prevent the beast tide from coming again and causing casualties among the cultivators in our sect?"

"A beast tide?" Jade Pearl Immortal scoffed. "A demon king has fallen, but the demon race isn't stupid."

Where does the confidence to stir up another beast tide come from? As for Fang Yi's third-tier demon pet?
Fellow Daoist Chen Xian's cultivation is even more profound, and he is extremely skilled in combat. Starting today, he will take over from Heng Daozi to oversee Dadu Ancient City.

"Fellow Daoist Hu Lei, do you think I should fear the beast tide?"

"Hmph! Jade Pearl, you'll remember this!" Master Hu Lei's fate was sealed, and he felt helpless.

'Junior Brother Fang, your senior brother has done his best.'

His gaze swept over Xuanzhen Garden, and he sighed slightly. Even if Fang Yi revealed his Core Formation cultivation, it would be of no use.

The fact that the Jade Water Pavilion reacted so strongly suggests that even the Core Formation seed from the White Bone Sect knew that otherwise, they would suffer a huge loss.

The sound of thunder made Master Hu Lei realize that Fang Yi had been influenced by Huang Guangsheng.

He transformed into a bolt of lightning and departed, no longer seeking further contact.

Master Yuzhu said coldly, "Defeat is defeat."

"Blame Fang Yi for his insatiable greed. Taking advantage of the beast tide in the ancient city, he wanted to devour everything and become the number one spiritual healer in the Great Yun."

"Otherwise, if one wanted to ruin his reputation, it would be impossible to find so many cultivators."

As the sound of the Azure Tide arose, Jade Pearl Immortal transformed into a beam of light and descended. Things had come to this point, even though he had paid a price to bribe Rong Zhouzi and the White Bone Sect cultivators.

But the result satisfied him.

In Xuanzhen Garden, two or three green bamboos stand tall and straight. A gentle breeze blows, causing the branches to sway and the bamboo leaves to rustle.

Qin Yu and Huo Zhao were furious when they saw the magical barrier rise.

However, faced with the situation in the ancient city, the cultivators' opinions were overwhelming, and they also felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Master." Qin Yu's Adam's apple bobbed, his mouth felt dry, and he didn't know how to speak.

The losses were devastating!
The reputation that Fengling Immortal City, Qingyu Market, and Heiyuan Island had built up little by little vanished almost overnight.

He also knew Qing Guanzi, who was a fake alchemist of the Hehuan Sect.

Among the cultivators who asked Fang Yi to refine the elixir, he was the most flexible, resourceful, and persistent.

Qing Guanzi also withdrew, and the matter of Fang Yi's reputation being ruined was already settled.

Huo Zhao reached out and grabbed the three Xuanjin swords in his hand, exuding a chilling aura.

"Master, I have investigated and found out the truth."

Aside from the cultivators of Tiandaowu and Biyuege, the most active group in slandering your reputation is the rogue cultivator, the fake Dan Rong Zhouzi lineage.

Without his assistance and coordination, neither Tiandaowu nor Biyuege would have such credibility.

"I have already ascertained the situation of his lineage of cultivators. Since things have come to this, I will now send his successor on his way."

"Count me in, senior brother." The voice rang out, and Li Heng hurried in, carrying a scroll into the Eight Directions Pavilion.

He waved his sleeves, and the scroll unfurled, revealing portraits of Rong Zhouzi and his three Foundation Establishment disciples.

"Senior brother, this is Rong Zhouzi, and his three disciples."

Let's join forces and send his three disciples on their way first, and then I'll wait until I've condensed my core.

Again."

"No matter what?"

Fang Yi looked at his indignant disciple, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, before he reprimanded him.

"Nonsense!
Many cultivators are now eyeing Xuanzhen Garden.

"If you act now, aren't you just handing them leverage?"

Fang Yi rolled up his sleeve and put the scroll away, then took out a jade slip from his sleeve.

"This is a compilation of the spiritual healing tradition. Yu'er, you should not go out these days and focus on your cultivation. If you have any questions, seek guidance from your master."

As for Zhao'er and Heng'er?

Zhao'er, diligently refine the Xuanjin Three-Pointed Blade and hone your spiritual body. Heng'er, how's the refinement of your natal weapon going?
There's plenty of time ahead; we're at a critical juncture now, so let's not create any unnecessary complications.

Watching the three disciples leave dejectedly, Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

His filial piety is commendable, but his methods are rather naive; he's no match for Yu Zhu, that seasoned old fox.

Inside the Eight Directions Pavilion, layers of magical restrictions flowed, and a moon-white veil fell, separating the inside from the outside.

The scroll unfurled once more, and Fang Yi chuckled softly.

“Fellow Daoist Rong Zhouzi, do you think my disciple is filial?”
"Their methods were a bit crude; they only thought of attacking you now."

The banners of decay and prosperity fluttered in the ruins, and five black coffins, one large and four small, fell to the ground.

Rong Zhouzi looked terrified and tried to beg for mercy, but he was restrained by the law and could not move.

Feeling the oppressive power of the Crimson Yin and Fang Yi's undisguised and vigorous aura, his soul trembled.

Two Core Formation cultivators!!
Fang Yi had clearly planned this all along, even though his reputation was still being tarnished.
'That fool Yuzhu dared to attack without even knowing her opponent's background.'

Recalling how he was easily captured as soon as he left the ancient city, Rong Zhouzi felt bitter.

Fang Yi toyed with the painting, seemingly unperturbed. "My little disciple put his heart into it, but his cultivation is lacking; he overlooked the bloodline that you value most, fellow Daoist."

Your lineage has one pseudo-core cultivator, four Foundation Establishment cultivators, and thirty-seven Qi Refining cultivators. Since you've made your move, there's no need to leave any tricks up your sleeve.

But we can't waste them either.

"Rong Zhouzi, rest assured, I, Fang, will ensure you die a worthy death."

Fang Yi's gaze was deep and unfathomable, and a jade talisman in his sleeve shattered.

The cultivation world of Dayun is barren; how far Chiyin's cultivation will progress in the future depends on this one day.

(End of this chapter)