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

Chapter 644 The Three Friends Perish, Another Blood Bead is Cut

Xuanzhen Garden, Bafang Pavilion, green bamboo swaying.

A carp with cloud-like markings leaped out of the lotus pond, shimmering with layers of golden light.

Fang Yi scattered green rice grains from his hand, teasing the carp in the lotus pond.

Xu Qingshe placed the storage bag on the stone table in the pavilion. "Senior Brother Fang, I have successfully completed the task. The Wood Spirit Liquid in the puppet armor has been properly mixed."

He pointed to the water mirror in the pavilion and said, "Why did you avoid seeing Gao Yuanlu of the White Bone Sect when he came to visit?"
With the White Bone Sect's assistance, the rumors and gossip in the ancient city will subside considerably.

Fang Yi took off the storage bag, untied the opening, and looked at the emerald green wood-elemental liquid inside, which had completely turned into a gilded color.

He nodded slightly, satisfied.

"I trouble Junior Brother Xu to prepare the spiritual liquid."

The matter of my brother's statement only concerns the White Bone Sect, so its usefulness is limited.

We need to wait patiently; the time isn't right yet, and we can't deliver a decisive blow.

Fang Yi's gaze was leisurely, and he seemed confident.

The White Bone Sect's third-tier inheritances, the [White Bone Demon God Technique] and the [Crimson Face White Bone Contemplation], require the souls of demonic beasts and the souls of cultivators, respectively.

The great war between humans and demons in the ancient city of Dadu produced a great deal of spiritual resources, including the souls and flesh of cultivators and the spiritual bones of demons.

Using cultivation resources as bait, the White Bone Sect cultivators should set off as well.

Fang Yi's eyes were deep as he waited for news from the ancient city to spread.

One month later, at the Treasure Pavilion, on the Jade Terrace.

Surrounded by sixty or seventy cultivators, some wearing feather fans and silk turbans, others clad in battle armor, their bidding cries echoed incessantly.

"Five hundred spirit stone puppet armors, plus two hundred low-grade spirit stone pills."

"I'll add two hundred and thirty to the price of the talisman!"

"Two hundred and eighty spirit stones!"

"Three hundred spirit stones!"

Amidst the swirling mists of Qingyun Terrace, Qian Junhe, clad in brocade robes, stood with impeccable manners. In his hands, he held a pair of second-tier puppet armor, entirely black and covered in verdant patterns.

"Three hundred spirit stones per time!"

"Three hundred spirit stones twice!"

"Congratulations!" As the gavel fell, Qian Junhe's lips curled up.

"Three hundred spirit stones three times!"

"Congratulations to Junior Brother Chu Zhongshou for winning the Puppet Armor. The auction of the Origin Puppet Armor has now ended."

Fellow Daoists, if you are interested, please come to Qingyun Terrace again next month.

Chu Zhongshou grinned and bowed deeply. "Fellow Daoists, you are too kind. I, Chu, will gladly accept this puppet armor."

In the Treasure Pavilion, Qian Junming looked hesitant as he gazed at Qian Junhe, who was surrounded by admirers.

He was filled with fear. Why hadn't the beast tide receded yet? In just two months, the situation had already turned upside down, and Qian Huaijin had to temporarily avoid the limelight.

If things continue like this...
Of the ten puppet armors, one was taken by the rogue cultivator Feng Shaohu; the remaining nine belonged to disciples of Xuan Yang Mountain.

Below the cloud platform, Chen Jiao pinched the bridge of his nose. After everyone dispersed, he slightly moved his lips.

Qian Junhe's mind stirred slightly, and his gaze swept over the cultivators below Qingyun Platform, as if he were deep in thought.

'Chen Jiao of Tiandao Dock?'

A moment later, Chen Jiao's ears twitched slightly, a look of joy appeared on his face, and his lips moved again.

As evening fell, the silvery moonlight shone down on the narrow alleys of the ancient city, paved with bluestone.

Qian Junhe was wearing a bronze mask, his figure was thin, his face was covered by a hood, and he walked hurriedly.

"arrive."

In a dilapidated courtyard, he stopped and gently knocked on the door with a rhythm of five long and five short knocks.

squeak~
The wooden door opened, revealing a young cultivator with long hair tied up with withered vines, wearing a patched jade bamboo robe.

He looked wary, and one hand was unconsciously tucked into his sleeve, gripping a three-edged magic weapon that gleamed with an eerie light.

"What brings you here, fellow Daoist?"

Qian Junhe smelled the faint scent of blood, frowned slightly, and took out a throwing knife wrapped with gold thread from his sleeve.

Is Chen Jiao here?

"Brother Chen?" The young man's gaze swept over the throwing knife, his tense muscles relaxed, and he spoke.

"Please come with me. Brother Chen has asked me to wait here for your distinguished guest for quite some time."

A few moments.

In the small courtyard, Qian Junhe's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at the cultivator surrounded by murderous aura, and his tone became urgent.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Jiao, is what you say true?"

"Of course it's true. We have no grudges or enmities, so why would I deceive you, fellow Daoist?"

Chen Jiao took out a scroll about the thickness of an index finger from his sleeve, with a golden blade of light swirling around it.

"This is Master Chen Xian's insights on condensing the elixir."

It is a great story that Master Uncle Chen Xian, with his superior-grade golden spiritual root aptitude, condensed his core with a mid-grade Dao foundation.

This cultivation method, imbued with the painstaking efforts of Senior Uncle Chen Xian, is of immense benefit to cultivators, as Fellow Daoist Junhe should be well aware of.

"And this is also there." Chen Jiao patted his storage bag, revealing a long halberd with its sharp edge gleaming and emitting spiritual light.

"The Cold Golden Spear, a top-grade magic weapon, has eleven magical restrictions, making it a first-class treasure even among top-grade magic weapons."

"If you simply turn a blind eye to the matter of the puppet armor, both treasures will be yours after the matter is resolved."

Qian Junhe's eyes burned with passion, his heart pounded like a drum, and his throat was dry.

Such a tremendous opportunity!

Chen Jiao felt at ease, knowing that Qian Junhe was willing to come and hadn't left yet, so they had something to talk about.

The cultivation insights of a True Immortal at the Core Formation stage, top-grade magical artifacts—such benefits can be obtained with the slightest effort.

Let alone cultivators who have only recently established their foundation, it would not be difficult to persuade even a pseudo-Core Formation cultivator to lend a hand.

How could a cultivator be unwilling to diligently cultivate and improve?

Seeing Qian Junhe hesitate, Chen Jiao's lips curled slightly. Knowing what was going on, he added fuel to the fire.

“Fellow Daoist Junhe, if you are afraid of Fang Yi’s future retaliation, you don’t need to worry about this.”

"Master Chen Xian has also issued a decree, allowing you to be accepted into the Heavenly Blade Dwelling as a true disciple. Although Xuan Yang Mountain is powerful, our Heavenly Blade Dwelling will not refuse you."

Qian Junhe's expression shifted slightly, and a clear light appeared in his eyes.

He was well aware of the difference between Xuan Yang Mountain and Tian Dao Wu, both being major sects of the Great Cloud Sect.

"Chen Jiao, you must be joking."

Chen Jiao frowned slightly and spoke.

"If you are unwilling, we can also send you away from the Great Yun cultivation world and settle in the Great Yu."

"Heading to Dayu?!"

Qian Junhe's pupils contracted slightly, his heart pounding.

Although Tiandaowu is called a sect, it is actually controlled by the Chen family. There are no opportunities for disciples from outside the family to cultivate, which they do not accept.

But if it were the Great Yu, thousands of miles away, isolated by dangerous terrain, there would be much to be done.

With Nascent Soul elders presiding over them, the various sects of Dayu are far more prosperous than those of Dayun, and their spiritual objects and elixirs are also much more abundant.

Ordinary cultivators would find it difficult to traverse the numerous dangers to reach the Great Yu, so the promise made by Tian Dao Wu is truly tempting.
Qian Junhe reached out and handed over the cultivation experience manual and the cold golden spear, the veins on his forehead bulging slightly.

"What should I do?"

"Fellow Daoist, do not be anxious. The True Person of the Sect has made arrangements for this matter," Chen Jiao said with a slight smile.

Ten days later.

Following the path up the mountain, to the Red Mountain, ancient forests stretch endlessly, with a jade ribbon transforming into a long river that flows through them.

The jade flying boat, several dozen feet long, was covered with magical restrictions and shimmered with spiritual light, drawing an arc across the sky.

On the flying boat.

Lin Juhan had a full head of silver hair, wore a robe of green pine trees against the snowy cliffs, and exuded a powerful aura.

"Junior Brother Ye, Junior Sister Mei, the three of us need to make more preparations for this trip to Dadu Ancient City."

"Brother Juhan, rest assured, how could we dare to underestimate a medical master who has cultivated the art of spiritual medicine to the third level?"

The green bamboo on Ye Baoxu's robe swayed endlessly with his thoughts.

He sighed. "Our sect has been passing down the [Azure Sea Vine Scripture] for two or three hundred years and hasn't produced a person like him."

I wonder what kind of person Fang Yi of Xuanyang Mountain is?

"What good is exceptional talent? With the help of Jade Pearl Immortal, Fang Yi's reputation has been ruined."

Mei Jiangxue wore a plain white robe, her black hair tied up with an ancient vine, and held a plum branch ritual implement in her hand, her eyes filled with longing.

"Junior Sister Xuanzhi is exceptionally talented, and the sect is doing its best to nurture her. Who knows when she will also take a step forward and advance to the third-level spiritual healer."

With the support of the sect, how could the title of the greatest spiritual healer of the Great Cloud Dynasty possibly fall into the wrong hands?

Chen Xuan, dressed in a black robe, appeared in the clouds, his robe fluttering in the wind, holding the Myriad Beasts Furnace in his hand.

He watched the approaching airship, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"It's rare for a ghost to deliver a message so reliably."
The Three Friends of Winter?

Three near-third-tier spiritual healers arrived in quick succession, demonstrating the considerable resources of the Azure Water Pavilion.

The situation in the ancient city is excellent; turning it into a bloodbath is unacceptable. We can't let you ruin things.

His eyes were cold and filled with killing intent. He flipped his hand and smashed down the Myriad Beast Furnace. It was a spiritual healer who had stepped into the quasi-third level, and it was the three of them working together.

Even if it's not as good as a third-tier spirit poison, it can imitate spirit poison, specialize in one path, and not refuse third-tier spirit healers.

"boom!"

The Myriad Beasts Furnace shone brightly, like a dark sun setting, stirring up the spiritual tide.

In the blink of an eye, it had already crushed the layers of magical restrictions on the flying boat.

"Crack!"

Fine, dense cracks spread across the airship like a spider web. In the blink of an eye, the airship's magical restrictions shattered, and it fell into pieces.

"A Core Formation cultivator?!"

"Not the Demon King?"

"Humans have rebelled!"

Three beams of spiritual light shot out at lightning speed, and the three late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, the Three Friends of Winter, made their move together.

Lin Juhan's silver hair danced in the wind as he unleashed his magical power. Layers of magical restrictions on his robes lit up simultaneously, transforming into a picture of green pines on a cliff.

Ye Baoxu raised a bamboo staff, surrounded by verdant spiritual light, and struck it towards the Myriad Beasts Furnace.

Mei Jiangxue held a plum branch that swayed in her hand, releasing a fragrant aroma of medicine that replenished the magical energy of her two friends.

Green bamboo sways, plum blossoms are speckled with blood, and pine trees stand tall. The three energies blend together, evolving into the realm of elixir formation.

Seeing that the three energy channels were perfectly aligned, their magical powers and secret techniques were interlocked, and their magical domains were operating smoothly, Chen Xuan's eyes revealed admiration.

"The three of you, with your late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, have earned the name of the Three Friends of Winter, which shows you have good talent and foundation."

Among her peers, she is among the best.

"What a pity." He shook his head slightly and sighed. "It's a pity that I haven't condensed my core yet. My cultivation level is just one step behind, and that makes all the difference."

In Chen Xuan's mind, if he were a fake Core Formation True Person, even if his spiritual medicine skills were somewhat lacking, he could still be accepted into the clan and properly trained.

At the late stage of Foundation Establishment, just shy of becoming a Pseudo-Core Formation True Person, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator might still be able to advance further.

Above the Myriad Beasts Furnace, eagles howled, blue oxen galloped, and purple dragons cast clouds and rain.

"boom!"

Chen Xuan's expression turned slightly solemn as he poured his surging magical power into the furnace, greatly increasing its power.

"Oh!"

The green bamboo withered, the winter plum blossoms faded, and the ancient pine was crushed into pieces, never to be whole again.

The Myriad Beasts Furnace glowed faintly, and under its crushing force, the domain shattered. The Three Friends of Winter suffered a backlash, their energy plummeted, and their faces turned visibly pale.

With a "whoosh," the scarlet chains shot out like venomous snakes, heading straight for the dantian of Lin Juhan, Ye Baoxu, and Mei Jiangxue.

Chen Xuan's sleeves were filled with magical incantations, and a scarlet spiritual light flowed around them. The Three Friends of Winter were full of energy and blood, and their magic power carried a faint medicinal fragrance.

Using a secret method to extract blood essence, the blood essence of three people is comparable to that of five or six demonic beasts of the same level.

The talisman in Lin Juhan's arms flashed with cold light, shattering the chains, and then he fled with his two friends.

"What a pity, only one early-stage Core Formation cultivator has arrived." Inside the shattered flying boat, the broken magical restrictions completely collapsed, and Jade Pearl True Person gracefully emerged from the wreckage.

She activated her long silk magic weapon, transforming it into a bolt of silk that rolled up the Myriad Beasts Furnace, and then released a jade water pearl from her hand.

"How could Yuzhu be here?" Chen Xuan's expression changed slightly, and he cursed inwardly.

That old bastard, Ku Hun, is plotting against him again.

He patted his storage bag, and a dark stone shield flew out, with Earth runes flowing around it.

"Oh!"

The Azure Pearl, enveloped in azure spiritual light, fell, sending the stone shield flying hundreds of feet. Chen Xuan suffered a backlash, his chest aching terribly, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

His body glowed with a bloody light, and he held the Myriad Beasts Furnace in his hand.

Accompanied by a long, drawn-out chant, the purple dragon claws gathered their soul power, reaching out to capture the Three Friends of Winter.

"How dare you! You dare to challenge me with magic and still get distracted?"

Yu Zhu's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her apricot-yellow palace dress fluttered in the wind, and her long silk magic weapon rippled with water, turning into layers of ripples and forming a net to block all directions.

"not good!"

"There's an ambush!"

Sensing the inexplicable aura, Master Yuzhu and Chen Xuan's hearts pounded and their expressions changed simultaneously.

Among the Three Friends of Winter, Lin Juhan straightened his clothes, and a small flag the size of a palm appeared in his hand.

The flag was covered with cloud patterns and runes that moved about, transforming into rings of precious light that rose and fell, accompanied by the continuous sound of surging tides.

He bowed deeply, his face solemn.

"Lin Juhan, a junior disciple of the Azure Water Pavilion, please use the Sea-Suppressing and Sky-Turning Banner!"

"Wow!"

A faint sound of the tide emanated from the Zhenhai Fantian Banner, and the sound of surging waves gradually grew louder, eventually resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

"Crash!"

A dark blue rune shattered, activating the magical power accumulated by the Grand Master within the banner. The Zhenhai Fantian Banner transformed into a phantom and exploded, merging into the giant wave.

A massive, azure wave rolled and churned, its spray gently lapping at the claws of the third-tier Purple Scaled Flood Dragon Soul, shattering them to dust. Its momentum undiminished, it surged towards Chen Xuan.
"A top-grade third-tier talisman treasure refined by extracting its essence from the sect's most treasured artifact!" Chen Xuan's hair stood on end. He almost groaned out loud.

He didn't know the specifics of the Biyue Pavilion's strength, but he did know that Yuzhu had very few such trump cards.

It's highly likely there's only one. What kind of grudge could warrant such a price to take his life?

'Damn withered soul!'

Chen Xuan spat out several mouthfuls of essence blood. From within the Myriad Beasts Furnace, the soul of a third-tier low-grade rock jade tortoise stepped out and transformed into a jade-colored tortoise shell.

Then several talismans spontaneously combusted without wind, transforming into a water curtain, a stone wall, and a vine shield, layer upon layer, fiercely defending the area.

"Wow!"

The giant wave crashed down, unstoppable, and the water curtain shattered instantly. Then, in the blink of an eye, the stone wall entangled with the spiritual power of the Earth element collapsed.

The vine shield could only hold out for half a breath longer before the towering wave, unstoppable, crashed down upon the rocky jade turtle soul.

On the other side, a golden ape leaped up from the forest. The Golden-Eyed Ape King, clad in armor, clenched his fist and slammed it down toward Jade Pearl Immortal's head.

"Isn't the old monkey from Dadu Ancient City? How come he's showing up here?"

Before the golden fist even arrived, Master Yuzhu already felt the chilling killing intent.

With a flick of her fingertip, the emerald pearl transformed into a curtain of light, followed by the long-edged magic weapon stirring incessantly, strangling and killing.

In the ancient forest.

As the layers of protection were shattered, even the third-tier turtle soul, burning its essence, could only hold on for another half a breath.

Fang Yiku Rong activated his magical power, his eyes filled with apprehension.

"The Sea-Suppressing Banner, the treasure of the Azure Water Pavilion, is merely a talisman. How could a cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation possibly resist it?"

He shook his head slightly. "Fellow Daoist Beast Demon, may you have a safe journey."

"Hmm? The cultivators behind the beast demon are quite willing to do this." Fang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.

His eyes reflected the towering waves crashing down, and a three-foot-long sword, wreathed in ghostly flames, which transformed into a sword beam that slashed out.

"laugh!"

The Netherfire Sword has fallen in rank, and its power as a talisman is inferior to that of the Sea-Suppressing Heaven-Turning Banner. However, when activated at full power, it can offset 70% of the power of the Heaven-Turning Banner.

“A top-grade magic weapon can suppress an entire sect.” Fang Yi sighed softly. Chen Xuan’s foundation was not weak, and among early-stage Core Formation cultivators, his combat skills were also first-rate.

However, what saved him from this calamity was not his cultivation level, but the talisman he had crafted with the Netherfire Sword.

His figure was dazed, and three long gray needles were already prepared at his fingertips to exhale the aura of death.

Fang Yi's fingertips changed their techniques, his divine sense surged, and a sense of bewilderment seeped into the long needle.

Wood Path Illusion: Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flowers.
"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The gray needle-like shadow flashed by in an instant, at a tricky angle.

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

Blood splattered, and a fist-sized hole appeared in Lin Juhan's head.

Ye Baoxu felt a slight pain in his abdomen; his dantian had been shattered by the gray needle.

Mei Jiangxue's face was pale, and her body fell from the sky, revealing her heart to have ruptured.

Fang Yi's regretful gaze swept over the Myriad Beasts Furnace, and then his figure completely disappeared into the ancient forest.

"who!"

In the blink of an eye, of the Three Friends of Winter, two perished, and one lost all his cultivation, his dantian completely destroyed.

Jade Pearl Immortal's usually dignified expression was completely distorted as the Azure Pearl spun and crashed down.

The vegetation was destroyed, the ground cracked, and sandstorms raged, yet nothing was gained.

The seven near-third-tier spiritual healers of the Azure Water Pavilion mobilized the Sea-Suppressing Heaven-Turning Banner, but three of them were also destroyed. The loss of both talent and resources was too great!

Looking at Chen Xuan, whose arms had been severed and whose aura had plummeted, Yu Zhu's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

The culprit was not found, but killing a Core Formation cultivator was a small but worthwhile gain.
"Jade Pearl, your opponent is me." The Golden-Eyed Ape King, with his imposing figure and flowing golden fur, supported Chen Xuan from behind.

“Fellow Daoist Beast Ghost, you are severely injured. I will stop Jade Pearl. You may proceed first.”

"Fellow Daoist, be careful, Yu Zhu may possess another talisman of such power."

Without delay, Chen Xuan transformed into a crimson light and swiftly fled towards the Rotten Peach Forest.

His arms were broken, and his soul was also severely injured.

Only by returning to the Rotten Peach Forest, with the presence of a clan elder overseeing the situation, can one be truly safe.

Seeing Chen Xuan disappear into the horizon, the Golden-Eyed Ape King's demonic power surged, and it soared into the sky.

"Yuzhu, without the help of the Great Expedition City's formation, let's see how much strength you still have."

Hahaha! Watch out!

"That savage monkey is courting death!"

The tides crashed, the power of water spirits stirred up the wind and clouds, demonic power spread, and golden demonic power fought fiercely against the tides.

Half an hour later, they crossed the mountain.

Feeling the lingering shockwaves of the battle receding into the distance, Chen Xuan felt a slight sense of relief.

He stopped his escape light, erased his aura, and transformed into a blur, continuing to advance through the Sudu Mountain Forest.

"Once we return to the Rotten Peach Forest, please ask my uncle to retrieve a Jade Bone Regenerating Pill."

Once the major events in the clan are over, whether it's that lowly maid Yuzhu or the withered old monster, they will all suffer a retribution they will never forget.

"Whom does Fellow Daoist Beast Demon intend to punish?"

Fang Yi's voice was hoarse as he leaned on a wooden cane, his dim yellow eyes fixed on the beast-demon as if it were his prey.

Chen Xuan's expression changed slightly as she looked at Fang Yi with apprehension.

The Myriad Beasts Furnace, riddled with cracks, stirred up a ghostly light with the souls of eagles and falcons, gathering the power of wind spirits.

Fang Yi gave a half-smile, his cloudy gaze revealing an extremely shrewd and experienced look.

"Fellow Daoist Beast Demon, we have known each other for a long time, and the beast tides have been unfolding ever since. You must have gained quite a few third-tier blood beads."

Take advantage of the situation!

Chen Xuan's face was gloomy. The monsters roared in the Myriad Beasts Furnace, but he was still extremely wary of actually fighting the Old Monster of the Withered Soul.

As if seeing through Chen Xuan's thoughts, Fang Yi's divine sense stirred slightly, and a precious banner shrouded in yin energy and filled with the constant weeping of ghosts appeared behind him.

"The Three Friends of Winter: a life and a Blood Pearl of Ten Thousand Beasts. It takes a lot of effort to collect the Blood Pearl."

Fellow Daoist Chen, please don't disappoint me.

Chen Xuan's face was so gloomy it seemed like he was about to burst into tears. In order to avoid being discovered by the cultivators, he fled with extreme caution.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yi stopped him.

He argued, "Fellow Daoist Kuhun, the beast tide is still raging; how many third-tier blood beads could we possibly have?"
However, it was not easy for Fellow Daoist Kuhun to make a move, so I can offer you some compensation.

"Heh!" Fang Yi snorted coldly, and the Yin energy of the precious banner behind him dissipated, turning into a lake.

One after another, scarlet lotus flowers swayed, a red-faced, blue-fanged creature with a ghostly aura surrounding it, sitting cross-legged on the corpse lotus.

"Fellow Daoist, are you perhaps going to renege on your debt?" Fang Yi's turbid gaze cleared, revealing a chilling light.

'Damn it! That bastard, the withered soul!'

Chen Xuan gritted his teeth inwardly. If he hadn't been injured, he would have already fought Fang Yi to the death!
But with eight or nine out of ten cards depleted, he was unwilling to complicate matters further.

"Two third-tier blood beads, you can accept them if you're willing, withered soul."

If you're unwilling, feel free to take action; let's fight to the death.

"Alright! I'll give you some face, fellow Daoist."

Having known Fellow Daoist Beast Demon for a long time, this old man will step back. Two third-tier blood beads, just two third-tier blood beads.

Fang Yi suppressed his aura and fixed his gaze intently on the beast demon.

The beast tide in Dadu Ancient City is closely related to his future cultivation resources, and he is unwilling to let the beasts and demons fight to the death.

"Humph!"

Chen Xuan snorted coldly, patted his storage bag, and a green light flew out, containing two brocade boxes.

"Crack!"

The brocade box was opened, revealing two bright red blood beads inside, exuding a lingering fragrance.

Fang Yi scanned the area with his divine sense, sensing the covetousness of the Crimson Yin within the Withered and Flourishing Small Cave Heaven.

He immediately unleashed a bolt of lightning, drawing the blood droplet into the Withered and Flourishing Small Cave.

"Fellow Daoist Beast Demon, I shall take my leave first."

As the light disappeared into the distance, Chen Xuan frowned slightly.

"What is this?" Looking at the palm-sized jade slip that had been at Fang Yi's feet.

He hesitated for a moment, then scanned the ancient forest several times with his divine sense. After confirming that no one was watching and that the jade slip was harmless, he reached out and picked up the jade slip, then probed it with his divine sense to examine it carefully.

A moment later, he slowly withdrew his consciousness, his face showing astonishment.

"The half-scroll formation diagram of the south gate of the Wuyang Great Formation of Dadu Ancient City".

Although the withered soul was greedy, it did have some skill, being able to detect such a detailed array diagram right under Jiuqu's nose.

The beast tide cannot be stopped!

Only by repeatedly activating the formation can the withered soul discover the complete formation map of the ancient city's south gate.

The anger in Chen Xuan's eyes subsided considerably, and he pondered in his heart that he should increase the beast tide to attack the city.

The next day, Xuanzhen Garden.

Bafang Pavilion.

Fang Yi, dressed in a green robe, ignited the spiritual charcoal with a burst of cinnabar fire, causing steam to rise.

He tilted the jade pot, and the clear spring water brewed the spiritual tea, and spoke.

"Junhe, the auction hasn't started yet, what brings you here?"

After bowing respectfully, Qian Junhe only dared to sit on one side of the stone bench.

He said respectfully, "Master Fang, I have a request. I wonder if you could increase the number of battle puppets next month?"

Fang Yi's eyes turned slightly cold as he looked at the disciple he had personally trained and said calmly.

Why is the Jun River like this?

(End of this chapter)