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

Chapter 640 Nine Wounds Command the Demons, the Demon Tide Rises Again, Shocking the Ancient City
Sudu Mountain, Qingquan Valley.

Moss covered the ground, and the ancient trees, gnarled and twisted, stood tall like umbrellas with their lush foliage.

"Buzz!"

A desolate horn sounded, and three streams of demonic energy—gold, silver, and blue—soared into the sky, shaking the mountains and rocks. An ancient and simple altar rose up.

A deer-shaped monster, covered in moss, with prominent antlers and long hooves, landed on the platform.

Lu Xiaozi's gaze swept over the cultivator behind him, who was dressed in a black robe and whose face was obscured by a hood.

I thought that within 60 years, unless the ancestral land sent its resources, there would be no hope of counterattacking the ancient city of Dadu.

Now, an unexpected boon has arrived: internal strife among humans greatly benefits the demon race.

Deer Demon Child was absolutely unwilling to miss such an opportunity.

His four hooves pounded, and the long, blue light transformed into ancient vines that swayed and turned into three verdant thrones beneath the stone platform.

"With the fall of the Crimson-Tailed Scorpion King, I have discussed with the other demon kings and will dedicate all my efforts to nurturing the next generation."

"Today, regardless of background or cultivation level, anyone who can occupy these three thrones will receive the full assistance of this old man and all the demon kings."

"Whoosh!" As Lu Xiaozi finished speaking, five-colored spiritual light flowed through the vast ancient forest, and demonic power surged from all directions.

The cry of the gray-feathered eagle stirred the wind and tides;
Ancient apes leaped through the forest, their agile figures overcoming one monstrous beast after another.

The serpent slithered, its eerie green fangs instilling fear in the demons who eyed the jade throne.
The opportunity to form a core is enough to make a second-tier demon beast fight to the death at all costs.

"Boom~"

"Roar!" A powerful lion's roar resounded, and a golden-armored lion with golden fur shook its mane as it ran out of the vast ancient forest.

Gu Jiushang's golden eyes flashed with bloodlust, and his body was filled with a faint murderous aura, exuding wildness.

To condense the Golden Core, they fought against demonic beasts in Qingquan Valley, thus solidifying their foundation.

But after three days apart, his foundation and combat strength are no longer comparable to what they were before.

The inner core of the third-tier mid-grade Golden Armor Lion has been mostly digested, and its body and bloodline have been refined several times.

Gu Jiushang's golden eyes swept lazily over the eager second-tier demonic beasts.

His culinary skills, including the Xuan Tao Hundred-Day Feast, have improved daily. Thanks to the abundance of ingredients, his spiritual culinary skills have become increasingly profound, and he has even glimpsed the third-tier skills.

"The master's letter has triggered a siege by demonic beasts; a swift and decisive battle is necessary, and there is no time to waste."
Otherwise, once the major events are settled, many cultivators will tacitly accept the label of quack doctor.

The ruined reputation and lost profits require ten times the effort to recover.

Thinking of the cultivators who tarnished Fang Yi's reputation, Gu Jiushang's eyes turned icy cold, and his anger rose uncontrollably in his heart.

He moved with agility, leaping up and landing on the throne, head held high, his disdainful gaze sweeping across the land.

"Hissssss~"

A sinister hissing sound rang out, and a brown spirit snake transformed into a phantom, lunging towards Gu Jiushang.

"A peak second-tier gray-veined serpent?" Gu Jiushang sniffed lightly, and a fishy, ​​foul smell wafted up.

"Having already refined his natal spirit poison to the near-third level, he does possess some foundation."

A few years ago, he could have given me a run for my money.

Unfortunately, I have now restored my foundation and am no longer the person I was yesterday.

"Whoosh!" Golden fur danced, demonic runes flowed, and a golden hue condensed, transforming into armor that enveloped him.

Quasi-Third-Order Technique: Golden Armor Body

"Roar!" Gu Jiushang felt the pure poison and his eyes lit up with joy.

He murmured to himself, 'Perfect timing, Master is refining spiritual poison; this near-third-tier gray-veined snake venom can serve as an auxiliary ingredient.'

A golden blade of light merged into his claws, and he struck out with his palm.

A golden blade flashed in an arc, and like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, the tough scales of the gray-veined serpent, its flesh and blood refined through countless trials, and its demonic bones gleaming with jade light were all easily severed.

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The ancient forest was silent, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind and the sight of a gray-veined snake cut in two, its life extinguished.

Gu Jiushang walked gracefully, putting the gray-veined snake into his storage bag, his cold gaze falling upon her.

"I have taken up a throne. Does any of you fellow Daoists object?"

"What a solid foundation! In terms of combat prowess, this golden-armored lion is already capable of fighting against a quasi-third-tier demon king."

On the execution platform, Chen Xuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a look of fear appeared in his heart.

The telepathic message was indeed accurate; the demonic beasts in the Sudu Mountain all originated from the Qingyun Mountain Range.

Although it lacks the suppressing power of a fourth-tier demon, it has intricate connections with the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Seeing Gu Jiushang's overwhelming power over the demons, Chen Xuan felt a desire to befriend him and offer him assistance.

The demon race is not good at refining magical artifacts. This kind of demon beast, which is good at fighting, will greatly benefit him once it advances to the third rank.

He took a small step, and seeing that no one spoke, he headed towards the jade rattan seat where Gu Jiushang was.

"Jin Jia, you young upstart, you have such big ambitions and such an arrogant tone."

A sinister surge of spiritual energy arrived, accompanied by a wolf's howl.

Gu Jiushang noticed Chen Xuan stop and watch as a swift wolf with glossy fur and surrounded by wind spirit power landed.

His gaze fell on the top of the Gale Wolf's head, where a wolf-like beast the size of a millstone stood up.

They colluded, with a near-third-tier Gale Wolf working in tandem with a Four-Clawed Jackal skilled in the Dao of Divine Souls.

Even though a faint killing intent arose in his heart, Gu Jiushang suppressed the opportunity to fight back.

'That Chen Xuan is clearly tempted and wants to bribe me; this cunning fellow has ruined my plans!'

With a series of gurgling sounds, huge waves surged and azure demonic power spread. A giant water toad, about ten feet in diameter, leaped up from the lake in the forest.

"I am also interested in this highest throne."

Gu Jiushang narrowed his eyes, looking at the four-clawed wolf and the water toad that had been causing trouble one after another.

He didn't believe that the two lacked tacit understanding.

The three lush vine seats were of different heights. The Demon King's support for the three spiritual beings had its limits, and a hierarchy had to be established.

'First, take care of the master's affairs. As for the third-tier spiritual item provided by the Demon King, it will aid in the formation of the Core Formation.'

Gu Jiu was heartbroken yet cold, annoyed by the Four-Clawed Wolf and the Water Toad's targeting, but also secretly pleased.

The third-tier demon king and the Core Formation cultivator restrained each other, while the three second-tier demon beasts, comparable to pseudo-Core Formation cultivators, were enough to turn the Great Du Ancient City upside down.

Dadu Ancient City, Duobao Pavilion.

Qian Junhe, dressed in white with a sword in his sleeves and his long hair tied up with a small dragon crown, suppressed his anger.

"Manager, why are you not allowing the store to sell puppet armor?"

"Why?
It's all for the benefit of the sect!

The counters in the pavilion are limited, and countless cultivators yearn for it but cannot obtain it. How long has it been since anyone bought this puppet armor?

Qian Huaijin wore a golden robe inlaid with jade, and carried an exquisite abacus magic tool at his waist.

His ten fingers were adorned with rings that shimmered with various colors, exuding an air of wealth and power.

"Junhe, I know you have sided with Sect Leader Fang, but now Sect Leader Fang has been plotted against by Biyue Pavilion and Tiandao Dock, and his reputation has been ruined."

Given his long criminal record, would any cultivator be so audacious as to dare purchase this puppet armor?

"The person who created the puppet armor was kept secret."

"Qian Huaijin, if you hadn't resorted to underhanded tactics, how much skill would an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator possess to know that the puppet armor was crafted by our sect leader?"

Qian Junhe's face was gloomy. Just as Qian Huaijin had said, Fang Yi's reputation was now widespread and had far-reaching implications. Once people knew that the puppet armor was made by Fang Yi, it would prevent Foundation Establishment cultivators outside Xuan Yang Mountain from purchasing it.

All his hard work was completely destroyed.

"Qian Huaijin, aren't you afraid of being held accountable by your senior brother, the sect leader, for acting this way?"

How should I act?

Minghe, don't make false accusations!
The news of this puppet armor has spread so widely; it must be the work of the Azure Water Pavilion, and the Heavenly Blade Dock harboring ulterior motives. What does it have to do with me, Qian?”

Qian Huaijin's expression softened. He walked over to Qian Junhe's trial, patted his broad shoulder, and spoke righteously.

"I am honored by the high regard of the masters in the sect. As the head manager of the Treasure Pavilion, I am naturally responsible for the sect's profits."
As for the puppet armor?
"I won't interfere. Minghe, you'd better work hard."

"Crack!" Qian Minghe clenched his fist, veins bulging, and the sharp golden sword intent of his natal sword in his dantian surged forth.

His robes fluttered in the wind, his eyes were cold, and his sleeves were filled with sword intent, which slowly dissipated.

"Qian Huaijin, we have a long future ahead of us."

'It's a pity he didn't make a move.' Qian Huaijin thought with regret. He had deliberately provoked Qian Junhe, but Qian Junhe had suppressed his anger and hadn't attacked.

Otherwise, this alone would be enough to expel him from Duobaoge.

Qian Huaijin's face showed disdain. "There's plenty of time in the future?"
Under these circumstances, even Fang Yi has closed his doors to visitors. How can you, Qian Minghe, possibly turn things around?
I think that's just wishful thinking!

As evening fell, the bright moon rose and hung in the sky, resembling a jade plate.

The silvery moonlight shone down, draping the ancient city of Dadu in a veil.

With a smile on his lips, Qian Huaijin led Qian Junming, who was dressed in a black robe and had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage, towards Xuanji Garden.

He had heard about the feud between his own backer and Fang Yi. Now that he had accomplished something, how could he not take credit for it?

In Xuanji Garden, plum blossoms flutter in the cold, and ancient bamboos twist and turn.

In the waterside pavilion surrounded by lotus ponds, Yan Youtai leaned back in his recliner, his eyes slightly closed, listening to Qian Huaijin's report.

After a moment, a smile appeared on his lips, and he praised her.

"Huai Jin, you handled this matter well. I will remember your contribution."

"Do your job well. Once you've completed your Foundation Establishment, I can lend you a hand."

Qian Huaijin trembled slightly, his face beaming with joy. "Thank you so much, Master Yan, for your high regard!"

Yan Youtai waved his hand slightly, signaling him to step back.

"My junior brother Fang has suffered a great loss now."

That's for the best. The poorer he is, the harder it is for him to escape, and the lower the price will be when we need his help later.

Yan Youtai chuckled softly.

The fact that the Azure Water Pavilion was able to crush Fang Yi so quickly this time was largely due to the fact that the cultivators of Heavenly Mystery Peak were only going through the motions.

He was well aware of Fang Yi's exceptional medical skills, but precisely because of this, he did not want Fang Yi's reputation to spread widely.

It’s different in the past.

He didn't care at all about the cost of hiring a second-tier spiritual healer.

But now that Fang Yi has condensed his true core and advanced to the third rank of spiritual physician, he is only slightly inferior to him in terms of status.

If we were to ask Fang Yi to come, the price to pay would be at least a third-tier wood-attribute spiritual item or a third-tier spiritual medicine.

Yan Youtai is also a cultivator with a wood-elemental root who has condensed a true core, and wood-attribute spiritual objects are of great use to him.

"Junior Brother Fang, just enjoy yourself."

Xuanzhen Garden, the Eight-Sided Pavilion, with its draped white gauze curtains, steam rising from the water, and the fragrance of tea wafting in the air.

Fang Yi's voice came from behind the veil. "Junior Nephew Junhe, what brings you here?"

Qian Junhe bowed respectfully, taking a deep breath as he listened to Fang Yi's words, which were devoid of joy or sorrow.

He held Fang Yiyang's kung fu in the highest esteem.

His reputation was ruined, and over a hundred years of hard work vanished in an instant, yet he still had the mind to brew spiritual tea.

“Master Fang, that Qian Huaijin is really going too far by relying on his seniority.”

Not only did he ignore the sale of the puppet armor, but he also sent his subordinates to fuel the fire and tarnish your reputation.

Now, in the ancient city, all cultivators with some level of cultivation know that this puppet armor was crafted by you.

Therefore, this puppet armor.”

"Difficult to sell, is that it?" Fang Yi shook his head slightly, as he had expected Qian Huaijin's actions.

Although the cultivators in Xuan Yang Mountain share the same interests, they all hope that Chi Meizi will condense his Nascent Soul, allowing Xuan Yang Mountain to advance further.

However, when it comes down to the details, everyone has different interests and their own calculations.

With Chi Meizi above him and Huang Guangsheng not yet completely dead, Tian Que wouldn't take action to bully the weak.

Master Hu Lei remained neutral, while Master Jiu Han retreated to Su Du Mountain and never returned.

Now that there's an opportunity to kick someone when they're down and slow down his own cultivation progress, why would Yan Youtai make a move?
Fang Yi smiled and waved his hand to release a jade talisman, revealing a hint of his intentions.

"I had already planned this. Follow the instructions in the jade talisman and make the necessary preparations."

"Yu'er, accompany Junior Nephew Qian to the Treasure Pavilion."

In the Magnolia Garden, two water mirrors hang high, shimmering with a deep blue light, and the reflections of people are clearly visible in them.

As Yu Zhu Zhenren looked into the mirror, Qian Huaijin and Qian Junhe walked out of Xuanji Garden and Xuanzhen Garden respectively.

Her brows relaxed, and a look of satisfaction appeared on her face.

"As expected, the internal strife between the two factions of Xuanyang Mountain was hampered by Yan Youtai; otherwise, Fang Yi would not have suffered such a swift defeat."
"A well-executed fight, a brilliant fight."

Although she knew it was impossible, Jade Pearl Master still harbored some hope, and Yan Youtai and Fang Yi completely turned against each other.

She pondered for a moment, then cast a jade-colored talisman.

'Let me add fuel to the fire for you.'

Xuan Yang Mountain has accumulated a rich heritage over thousands of years, and its most prized treasures alone number three.

This foundation is truly profound.

Three days later.

In the Xuanzhen Garden, within the Eight-Sided Pavilion, black and white chess pieces are scattered and locked in a fierce battle.

"Thud!" A black piece landed, surrounding the large white dragon.

Xu Qingshe looked at Fang Yi, thinking of the increasingly corrupt rumors circulating in the ancient city, and advised, "Senior Brother Fang, would you like me to lend a hand?"

"The beast tide could arrive at any time. If this continues, your reputation will be completely ruined."

"I appreciate your kindness, Junior Brother, but it's not the time to reveal your progress in condensing your core."

Fang Yi reached out and placed a white piece, a smile playing on his lips, pointing towards the south of Dadu Ancient City.

"Look, the beast tide has already arrived, hasn't it?"

"boom!"

The ancient city trembled, and a hairy hand slammed down towards the south gate of Dadu Ancient City.

"How is this possible! Deer Demon has gone mad, or has the demon race gone mad too?!"
"With the Crimson-Tailed Scorpion King fallen, both Hu Lei and I have revealed our mid-stage Core Formation cultivation. How dare the demon race still seek their own demise?"

In the Magnolia Garden, where the water rippled, Jade Pearl Immortal saw the South City under attack once again, and suddenly stood up, his expression changing drastically.

Although she activated her escape light with all her might, by the time she reached the south city wall, two Foundation Establishment cultivators had already been killed by the shock, turning into a pool of blood and mud.

(End of this chapter)