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

Chapter 647 Crimson Yin Advancement, Winning Hearts and Minds

"Fang Yi changed his mind?" Chen Xian frowned slightly, his face darkening. "Has he become so reckless, relying on his growing fame?"

Qian Junhe bowed even lower, silently enduring the anger of the Core Formation Realm expert.

“Master, in the past three days, half of the pseudo-core cultivators in the city have gone to Xuanzhen Garden to pay their respects.”

It's perfectly normal that Fang Yi is too busy refining elixirs to spare any time..."

Chen Xian thought about the increasingly fierce beast tide, and gave up a Core Formation experience and the top-grade magic weapon Cold Golden Spear. He also recruited Qian Junming. And now this is the result.
He looked at Qian Junhe with hostility.

"Alright then, Junhe, you keep gathering information. I'll send you a visiting card when I get back."

The next day.

In the Eight Directions Pavilion of Xuanzhen Garden, Fang Yi seemed lost in thought. "Chen Xian is coming to visit me?"

Qian Junhe spoke up. "When I went to Zhan Jinyuan earlier, he said this."

"Is Master Fang here? Hengdaozi requests an audience." Hengdaozi's shout came from outside the garden.

"What a coincidence." Fang Yi did not activate the magic barrier, but instead waved his hand to release a jade talisman before continuing to speak.

"Chen Xian does not completely trust you yet."

"That's alright, though. I'll create an opening later, and Junhe will need to cooperate with me at the Treasure Pavilion."

“Junhe knows this. I will certainly act cautiously, nip problems in the bud, and not let others find any flaws.”

Qian Junhe was burning with excitement. The situation was now excellent, and for the sake of his title as manager of Duobao Pavilion, he absolutely could not allow any accidents to happen.

By joining forces with Fang Yi, they made a fortune.

He repeatedly assured him, his gaze resolute. "This disciple swears an oath, even if Qian Huaijin comes knocking, I will not clash with him, lest I jeopardize the sect leader's important affairs."

"It's good that Junhe has this determination." Fang Yi's strange gaze fell upon him. "However, who told you to keep tolerating this?"

"You better act more arrogantly!"

"Huh?" Qian Junhe looked puzzled and asked tentatively, "Does the Master mean I'm arrogant and domineering?"

“Cultivators are driven by profit. If you don’t take advantage of my growing reputation to gather the cultivators in the Treasure Pavilion, when will you act?” Fang Yi said.

That year, cultivators from all sects, except for the disciples of the Azure Water Pavilion, all wanted him to neutralize the third-order spiritual poison and to obstruct them as little as possible.

If we don't act now, we will surely suffer a backlash if we do.

Excitement shone in Qian Junhe's eyes, his face flushed, and he bowed deeply. "Yes, I obey the Master's command."

Dadu Ancient City, Huixianlou Restaurant.

Dressed in a blue robe, Hengdaozi stood in front of the door, looking around. He had been waiting for more than three hours.

Why hasn't Fang Yi arrived yet?

As the sun gradually set and the silvery moonlight shone down, Huixianlou Restaurant was deserted, and the diners had long since left.

"No need to wait any longer, this junior thinks too highly of himself." Chen Xian descended the jade steps and left with his sword.

In Xuanzhen Garden, an ancient mirror hangs high, reflecting the scenery of Huixian Tower.

Qin Yu looked worried. "Why did Master agree to meet at Huixianlou, but then not go?"

"It's not time yet." Fang Yi didn't explain further; the beast tide wasn't intense enough, and too few cultivators had fallen in Tiandao Dock.

Now, when he goes to Huixianlou, he can't negotiate the price of the puppet armor he wants.

There are over a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators in the ancient city of Dadu. Even if everyone buys the puppet armor, he would still earn about 15,000 spirit stones.

Although the amount was not small, it was not enough to satisfy his appetite.

The opportunity presented by the beast tide was rare, and he had also broken ties with Tiandaowu and Biyuege. If he didn't take this opportunity to squeeze money out of both factions, Fang Yi would despise himself.

"Qian Junhe will take care of this matter. Yu'er should focus on her cultivation and need not interfere."

Fang Yi advised, "These peaceful days are numbered; don't let trivial matters hinder your cultivation progress."

Calm and peaceful?

The southern city wall of Dadu Ancient City was almost stained red with the blood of cultivators from both the human and demon races. How could such a scene be described as calm and peaceful?

Qin Yu's heart trembled slightly at the thought that his master must know the secret.

The information Fang Yi vaguely revealed had already put him under terrifying pressure.

"Something big is bound to happen in Dayun," Qin Yu decided in his heart, and temporarily abandoned his miscellaneous duties, pulling Huo Zhao and Li Heng to cultivate together.

Seeing Qin Yu's solemn expression, indicating that he was already prepared, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

When Chi Meizi condenses his Nascent Soul, he will surely stir up a storm in all directions. He has made many preparations and prepared his trump cards, but he may not be able to free up his hands when the time comes.

For each improvement in the cultivation of the three disciples, Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and Li Heng, there is a greater chance of survival.

Two months later.

The Treasure Pavilion, the inner treasury.

A dark, spiritual light lingered around the gate, which was forged from near-third-tier refined iron and covered with magical artifacts.

The heavy door creaked open slowly to both sides.

Qian Junhe had a beaming smile on his face, with a red jade token hanging slowly from his waist.

His gaze fell on the Xuan Yang Guards protecting the treasure vault, and he spoke politely. "I trouble Fellow Daoist Li to guard it and prevent any irrelevant people from disturbing it."

"It's nothing, Manager Qian, no need to be so polite." Thinking of the second-tier puppet armor and the two jade bottles with lingering medicinal fragrance in his storage bag, Li Dao unconsciously smiled and spoke with three points of politeness.

In the past six months, the demon tides have been constant. As a second-tier Xuan Yang Guard who was at the forefront of the battles, he has not suffered serious injuries in many battles. Thanks to the protection of this puppet armor and the spiritual medicine that neutralized the poison.

"Manager Qian, is this for purchasing spiritual items for Master Fang?" Li Dao asked.

Qian Junhe smiled without saying a word, and secretly opened the inner treasury to exchange for spiritual herbs and materials. He had been doing this for almost half a year.

However, this matter can be done but not spoken of. The spiritual items that Fang Yi needs are of extremely high quality, starting from near-third rank. For Duobaoge, exchanging such spiritual items for spirit stones is already a losing proposition.

"Boom!" The heavy door slammed shut, and once again, the magic barrier was activated. Watching the last glimpse of her robe disappear from sight, Li Dao's eyes were filled with envy.

"Manager Qian is really lucky. He has climbed up to Master Fang. Now, Duobao Pavilion implicitly regards him as the most respected person."

We are both Foundation Establishment cultivators, yet one wields great power, while I, whose cultivation far surpasses his, am relegated to guarding the inner treasury.

"Hmm?" Sensing the familiar aura, his expression turned slightly solemn. He gripped the long spear magic weapon tightly with his five fingers, took half a step forward, and the spear fell down.

"Manager, please wait!"

Clad in bronze armor, the Xuan Yang Guards were burly and imposing, wielding their long spears to block their path.

Qian Huaijin's face was dark. "Li Dao, what do you mean?"

You still know I'm the head manager of the Treasure Pavilion?!

Li Dao remained silent, but a murderous aura, held back yet unleashed, clung to his long spear, blocking the entrance to the inner treasury.

His meaning was self-evident: he had been entrusted with a task and should fulfill his duty, but this path was blocked.

A golden sword appeared from Qian Huaijin's sleeve, his aura was low and deep, and his robes fluttered in the wind.

"Li Dao, get out of my way!"

"The inner treasury is forbidden from undergoing maintenance, so the head manager should leave." Li Dao retorted sharply, using an excuse that no one believed, revealing his fifth-level Foundation Establishment cultivation without reservation.

The inner treasury of the Treasure Pavilion is filled with magical restrictions and contains 80% of the profits from Xuan Yang Mountain in Dadu Ancient City. The fact that he can guard the inner treasury shows that his cultivation level is among the best of his kind.

"Li Dao, how much benefit did Qian Junhe give you?"

"You want to fight me?"

Having witnessed Qian Junhe disappear into the inner treasury area, how could Qian Huaijin believe the claim that the law was malfunctioning?

He harbored resentment in his heart. This Master Li Dao was a near-third-tier weapon refiner. He had tried to bribe him several times before, but Li Dao had only occasionally shown him some leniency. Not more than half a year after Qian Junhe arrived, Li Dao's attitude had changed drastically.

"Bang!" The golden spiritual light and the chilling killing aura collided violently. Qian Huaijin was forcibly restrained and tried to approach the inner treasury, but was blocked by Li Dao and could not get through.

squeak~
Time passed as the two confronted each other. The inner gate opened, and Qian Junhe slowly walked out, seeing Li Dao and Qian Huaijin locked in a fierce battle of wits.

He took half a step forward, looked at Qian Huaijin provocatively, and thanked Li Dao, who was surrounded by a murderous aura.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Senior Brother Li."

"We mustn't let this beast, who appeared out of nowhere, disturb the important matter."

"Qian Junhe, fortunes change, don't be too smug!" Qian Huaijin said through gritted teeth.

"What goes around comes around?" Qian Junhe took half a step forward, their noses almost touching, and they could faintly hear each other's breathing.

Even though they were so close, he wasn't afraid of Qian Huaijin making a move.

"Qian Huaijin, Manager Qian."
If you know what's good for you, leave the Treasure Pavilion on your own. Considering we're both cultivators from the Qian family, I'll spare your life.

What if you don’t know what’s good for you?
You know perfectly well how many of the five managers in the Treasure Pavilion still listen to you.
Even Qian Junming has other plans; there's no point in making a last-ditch effort.

Qian Huaijin's eyes were bloodshot, his face was ashen, and the veins on his hand gripping the money sword bulged.

A year ago, even if Qian Junhe had forged a mid-grade Dao Foundation, he wouldn't have taken it to heart.

"It's just good luck that he's latched onto Fang Yi; he's so smug even while being someone's dog?"

"Ha!" Qian Junhe was not offended. He cupped his hands and bowed to Xuanzhen Garden, his words filled with longing.

"It is my honor to serve the sect leader."

So what if they're lackeys and lapdogs?
"Qian Huaijin, you want to sell yourself? You don't have the chance yet."

After saying this, Qian Junhe chuckled and left. The Qian family were merchants who always believed that everything in the world had a price.

He couldn't be more satisfied with the price he got for selling himself.

"Senior Brother Li Dao, you are welcome to visit my cave when you have some free time."

"Definitely, definitely. I will go there after the internal treasury is updated."

Seeing Qian Junhe leave, Li Dao dispelled the chilling aura around him and put away the long spear magic weapon in his hand.

His expression was indifferent, no longer as enthusiastic as before. "The internal treasury's security measures have been repaired. If the head steward wishes to enter, please do so as soon as possible."

"You!" Qian Huaijin's body trembled slightly, a feeling of depression stuck in his chest, his face so gloomy it seemed as if water was about to drip from it.

He harbored resentment in his heart, fidgeting with the jade talisman in his sleeve, his mind unsettled.

Qian Junhe has powerful backers, so surely he does too?

In Xuanzhen Garden.

Following the bluestone path, Qian Junhe continued forward, feeling extremely happy.

"Disciple greets Sect Leader, Senior Uncle!"

He lifted his robe and bowed, kneeling on one knee to pay his respects, speaking with utmost deference.

Seeing dozens of colorful koi swimming freely beside the shimmering lotus pond, he knew that there were only three or five koi in the pond.

Later, some cultivator spread the word that Fang Yi liked koi in lotus ponds. One cultivator after another would bring koi when they came to his door. Little by little, the number of koi increased more than tenfold.

Fang Yiyi lay on the recliner, scattering spirit rice from his hand.

He released his five fingers, letting all the green rice fall into the lotus pond. After the koi carp scrambled for it, he waved his hand and used a gentle force to lift Qian Junhe up.

“Junhe, are you aware that the cultivators in the ancient city now call you my lackey, a dog relying on its master’s power?”

Qian Junhe spoke up. "That's nothing but jealousy. Countless cultivators would fight tooth and nail to become the sect leader's lackeys."
It is an honor for Junhe to serve the sect leader.

A dreamlike and hazy scene appeared in Fang Yi's eyes. Under the illusion of the wooden path, Foundation Establishment cultivators could not hide their actions.

Qian Junhe's words truly came from the bottom of his heart; he was willing to be a lackey and servant without the slightest dissatisfaction or resentment.

Even with his extensive experience, he was still amazed by this result.

Fang Yi skipped over the matter. "Junhe, how's the collection of spirit items going?"

Qian Junhe took the storage bag from his waist, crawled a few steps on his knees, and held the storage bag high in front of the rattan chair.

He did not use his magic, letting his robes wear down between his knees.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, the Treasure Pavilion has 60% of the spiritual herbs you require in stock."

"As for the remaining 40%, my junior disciple has already met with fellow Daoists from the White Bone Sect and the Joyful Union Sect to discuss exchanging spiritual items."

Fang Yi took the storage bag, opened it, and probed it with his divine sense.
After a while, he nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face.

In the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, first and second-tier spiritual items can be exchanged for spirit stones, and they are steadily sold in many markets.

The situation is quite different for items above the third tier of spiritual objects. Apart from being sold at a premium as the final item at major auctions, they are usually sold as barter items.

The fact that he managed to gather 60% of the spiritual items in just six months could not have been achieved solely through the resources of the Treasure Pavilion's inner treasury. Qian Junhe must have visited all the Foundation Establishment cultivators and Pseudo-Core Formation cultivators of Xuan Yang Mountain.

Fang Yi waved his sleeve, and the cyan ribbon swept over the storage bag, splitting the spiritual items inside in two. The spiritual items of the Yin Fire Dao were put away.

"Well done!" Fang Yi praised. "The Treasure Pavilion must not be neglected either."

"Reporting to my senior uncle, before I came here, Qian Huaijin prepared generous gifts and went to Xuanji Academy."

If Master Yan were to interfere in Duobao's affairs, the stance of the cultivators in the pavilion would be unclear.

Qian Junhe looked worried and made no attempt to hide it.

Within half a year, he gained the support of 70-80% of the cultivators in the Treasure Pavilion. Under the beast tide, he could not only prevent spiritual poison but also defend against the puppet armor of the demon beasts, thus taking 90% of the credit.

He lured people with benefits; if Qian Huaijin could get help from a real person, it would be acceptable.

“You don’t need to worry about this. Senior Brother Yan won’t interfere,” Fang Yi said with a sharp look in his eyes.

"Master Yan will not interfere, and I will not intervene again."

"Uncle, rest assured, without external interference, Qian Huaijin has absolutely no chance of turning the tide."

Night fell, and silvery moonlight streamed down.

Fang Yi handed the fire-elemental artifact to Xu Qingshe, repaired his natal treasure, the Heaven and Earth Furnace, and returned to his cultivation room.

An ancient and simple spirit banner fluttered, a cold wind howled, and a malevolent aura emanated from it.

Corpse lotus blossoms bloomed, and the youthful-looking Chi Yin exhaled gray corpse fire, continuously refining the Crimson Spring Pearl.

Fang Yi glanced at the shrinking Crimson Spring Pearl, nodded slightly, satisfied, and patted his storage bag.

Two beams of spiritual light, one black and one gray, flew out and landed in front of Chi Yin. "Refine the elixir carefully. The medicinal ingredient I prepared for you is about to be placed in the urn."

When your cultivation reaches its limit, take the medicinal catalyst to advance to the third level of Core Formation, laying a solid foundation for your future advancement to the middle stage of Core Formation.”

"Buzz!"

The banners of the Void Realm fluttered, and a black coffin fell down. Fang Yi moved his five fingers slightly, and the coffin opened.

Rong Zhouzi looked conflicted as he slowly walked out of the coffin.

"Judging by the time, Qian Huaijin should receive a reply from the Xuanji Academy by now."

With a flick of his fingertip, Fang Yi unleashed a flowing azure light, using the Shadow Reflection Technique to project the image of Qian Huaijin, whose face was grim as he left the Xuanji Academy.

"If Fang Yi doesn't interfere, I won't interfere either." Qian Huaijin's eyes darkened as she thought of Yan Youtai's reply.

He made up his mind, grasped a jade talisman in his sleeve, and felt the energy of Rong Zhouzi flowing through it.

(End of this chapter)