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

Chapter 648 Using Spirit Stones as bait, Chen Xian falls into the trap.

In the ancient city of Dadu, in the Kuanzhai Alley, a monk in black robes continued to walk along the path.

"arrive!"

In front of the Green Bamboo Garden, the figure in black robes stopped, and the token in his hand glowed with spiritual light.

squeak!
The gate opened, and the black-robed cultivator flashed past.

Inside the bamboo building, the cultivator stood with his hands behind his back.

"Fellow Daoist has finally arrived." Rong Zhouzi's eyes were sunken, and he wore a long hemp robe with a joyful expression.

The black-robed cultivator removed his hood, revealing Qian Huaijin's face. "Was what Fellow Daoist Rong said earlier true?"

Rong Zhouzi spoke up. "Of course it's true, Fellow Daoist Huai Jin, please rest assured."

Qian Huaijin scanned the bamboo building inch by inch with his divine sense, but did not find any other cultivators.

He was also puzzled by the invitation.

Rong Zhouzi joined Biyue Pavilion and was also somewhat involved with Tiandaowu. Both of them had deep grudges with Xuanyang Mountain, and they even contacted him, a disciple of Xuanyang.

Rong Zhouzi patted his storage bag, and a jet-black puppet armor appeared, its body covered in runes and pale bone patterns.

"I obtained several sets of puppet armor from a friend, and I heard that the cultivators of Tiandaowu and Biyuege urgently need them."

"We need Fellow Daoist Qian to step in and make a deal."

"trade?"

Qian Huaijin stroked the puppet armor with his five fingers, feeling the sealed magic restrictions and swaying within it.

As the head manager of Duobaoge, he was an expert in appraising treasures, and after a moment, he had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

"A fine item; its value is no less than the puppet armor sold by the Treasure Pavilion last month."

"Fellow Daoist Rong Zhou, what kind of transaction do you wish to make?"

Qian Huaijin narrowed her eyes slightly, realizing that Rong Zhouzi also had his own ulterior motives.

Otherwise, given his past friendship with Hengdaozi, he could have sold it directly to Tiandaowu. Chen Xian has been overwhelmed by the losses of Foundation Establishment cultivators lately.

If Rong Zhouzi were to lend a helping hand, Chen Xian would be overjoyed, as he would be relieved of a great burden.

"A piece of puppet armor costs eight hundred low-grade spirit stones. Fellow Daoist Qian, please raise the price a bit."

For each piece of puppet armor sold, you will receive fifty spirit stones.

Rong Zhouzi spoke casually, but to Qian Huaijin it was like hearing a thunderclap.

"impossible!

Even if the Chen family bloodline accounts for 70% of the Foundation Establishment cultivators in Tiandao Dock, Chen Xian still wouldn't be able to pay that amount of spirit stones."

Qian Huaijin immediately denied it.

With the surging beast tide, eight hundred spirit stones can now be exchanged for a high-quality magic weapon.

In terms of value, the cost of spiritual resources and the amount of resources required for a second-tier puppet armor are both less than those of a high-grade magic weapon.

It can be sold for 500 spirit stones, which is already due to the blessing of the beast tide. The puppet armor is refined with the anti-poisoning spell, and its rarity makes it valuable.

He estimated that even with Fang Yi's reputation, six hundred spirit stones would be the minimum required for a Foundation Establishment cultivator under the influence of the beast tide.

Six hundred spirit stones would be enough to dissuade thirty percent of Foundation Establishment cultivators from purchasing the puppet armor.

Eight hundred spirit stones?

For a Foundation Establishment cultivator, spending such a large sum is less worthwhile than paying a little more to find a weapon refiner to forge a high-grade defensive magic weapon.

Rong Zhouzi put away the puppet armor, confident in his abilities. "I will handle this matter myself, as long as Fellow Daoist Qian makes the connection for me."
"Should I step in?" Qian Huaijin asked.

"Yes, I missed the Woyun Dharma Assembly half a year ago, so I set up a trap with Yuzhu."

"But it's not a good time to show your face now." Rong Zhouzi's eyes revealed his apprehension.

He took out a gilded magic contract, spread his five fingers, and spoke.

"Fifty spirit stones!"
The proceeds from the sale of a piece of puppet armor can be shared with fellow Daoists for fifty spirit stones.

If you are willing, fellow Daoist, you may immediately sign a soul contract.

Qian Huaijin took the contract and studied it carefully. The contract was covered with dense spiritual patterns, which plugged all the loopholes.

Cultivators must not take action or reveal the origin of the puppet armor in any way.
Qian Huaijin even noticed several unusual clauses, including those related to sleepwalking, coded messages, and malicious schemes.
'Such a complete set of magical contracts; the cultivator who created them must have a terrifyingly meticulous mind.'

He was quick-witted. With this near-third-tier magic contract as a guide, he wasn't afraid of Rong Zhouzi's double-crossing, and it wasn't impossible for him to intervene.

As he mentally calculated the number of cultivators at the city's base, Qian Huaijin's spirits soared, and his dark eyes gleamed.

As the beast tide surged, the demon race devoured the flesh and blood of cultivators to replenish themselves, and many demon beasts broke through to the second tier.

Humans hunt demonic beasts, increasing the supply of second-tier water and wood attribute demon cores. As a result, the number of Foundation Establishment Pills refined by alchemists from various schools has more than doubled each year.

Currently, in the ancient city, there are nearly thirty Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Azure Water Pavilion and twenty in the Heavenly Blade Dock, not to mention the wealthy Foundation Establishment seedlings.
The Biyue Pavilion and Tiandaowu factions alone could provide more than fifty sets of puppet armor.

A second-tier puppet armor priced at 800 low-grade spirit stones can yield a profit of at least 400 low-grade spirit stones.

Fifty sets of puppet armor, multiplied by four hundred spirit stones, net profit
Twenty thousand spirit stones!

Such a transaction is possible only with the right timing, location, and people. This is a sum that would tempt even a Core Formation cultivator, enough to make them lose face.

As the head manager of the Treasure Pavilion, with cultivators watching him, it became increasingly difficult for him to acquire spirit stones.

If the chances of success are extremely slim and the number of puppet armors sold is small, he wouldn't care about fifty spirit stones.

However, the legal contracts and puppet armor that Rong Zhouzi produced all indicated that he had been planning for a long time and was extremely confident.

That's a profit of 20,000 spirit stones! Qian Huaijin's eyes burned with desire, his throat was dry, and his voice became hoarse.

"not enough!
"Rong Zhouzi, you've used my reputation as the head manager of Duobao Pavilion as a pretext, yet your share of only fifty spirit stones is far too little!"

Rong Zhouzi frowned slightly, his surging aura pressing down, his face showing displeasure.

"One puppet armor costs fifty spirit stones, and fifty puppet armors would cost a total of two thousand five hundred spirit stones."

This is enough to exchange for a top-grade magic weapon. With such a reward, it would not be difficult to persuade two pseudo-Dan cultivators in the ancient city.

Fellow Daoist Qian, do not be too greedy.

"No one but me can put Chen Xian at ease!" Qian Huaijin's robe rippled with gold as he gritted his teeth and persevered under the surging pressure.

"The method of refining these puppet armors is clearly a demonic technique, and the quantity is extremely large."

Only when I endorse it, stating that it is a replica of Duobao's, can the puppet armor command a price.

"Fellow Daoist Rong Zhouzi, you have no powerful backing. Even if you personally intervene, Chen Xian is eager for the armor, but a single puppet armor will cost at most six hundred spirit stones."

Rong Zhouzi's expression darkened slightly. After a long while, he sighed softly, as if he had some reservations.

"How much of the profits does Fellow Daoist Qian want?"

"Fellow Daoist, do not be too greedy. This puppet armor is my business alone."

Qian Huaijin held up one finger. "One hundred spirit stones!"

"I am not greedy; I only ask for a share of one hundred spirit stones for each piece of puppet armor."

The remaining profit of at least 15,000 spirit stones is enough for you to share with the True Person behind you.”

Qian Huaijin was burning with excitement. The fact that the legal contract had closed all loopholes was the reason he was determined to take action.

The backlash from the near-third-order magic contract was enough to take Rong Zhouzi's life.

Regardless of who is behind Rong Zhouzi, five thousand spirit stones are not worth a fake Core Formation cultivator.

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The atmosphere in the courtyard was solemn and quiet, with only the occasional gentle breeze rustling through the green bamboo.

A moment later, Rong Zhouzi emitted a beam of spiritual light from his fingertip, erasing the fifty spirit stones on the contract and transforming them into one hundred spirit stones for distribution.

Seeing the bronze spiritual light transform into a divine imprint like an ancient mirror, manifesting within the contract, Qian Huaijin's divine sense flowed, and a copper coin imprint fell.

"boom!"

The contract flipped and transformed into two beams of spiritual light, which merged into the souls of the two individuals, outlining the magical restrictions.

Rong Zhouzi took out a brown storage bag from his sleeve and pushed it in front of him.

"Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Qian. It will be a pleasure for us to cooperate and share this opportunity."

"A pleasure doing business with you!" Qian Huaijin took the storage bag, feeling the puppet armor inside, his eyes burning with excitement. Five thousand spirit stones—with this income, even if he couldn't keep his position as the head manager of the Treasure Pavilion, it would be enough to guarantee his future cultivation.

Moreover, Qian Junhe's momentum was only temporary.

He has a 100% chance of keeping his position as head manager if he doesn't try to take any personal gain.

In the quiet room of Xuanzhen Garden.

The bronze cauldron emitted spiritual light, enveloped in pale blue flames, and a gilded Bodhi leaf gradually transformed into spiritual liquid.

"Crash!"

The spiritual medicine in the cauldron churned endlessly, while Fang Yi's fingertips moved incessantly.

"disease!"

A golden aura, accompanied by the echoing sound of Zen, appeared as a water bottle with its mouth wide open, containing Vajra ghee.

Fang Yi held the jade bottle in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, recalling the various spiritual herbs used in refining the Vajra Ghee, their balance of hot and cold, yin and yang.

Vajra Ghee is a spiritual medicine passed down from Buddhism and Taoism for body purification, and its refining difficulty is no less than that of a third-grade low-level spiritual medicine.

"The stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade, and the Buddhist and Taoist traditions that have been passed down to this day have their own extraordinary aspects."

This elixir is unique and has been of some benefit to my accumulation of spiritual healing skills.”

Fang Yi had a smile on his face.

As the only third-tier spiritual healer in Dayun, he has an excellent reputation. As long as there is a choice, the pseudo-core cultivators in the ancient city will not choose other spiritual healers to refine the spiritual medicines they need.

Each prescription is the culmination of a spiritual healer's skills, refined through countless trials.

By collecting spiritual formulas from the Great Cloud Cultivators and supporting his spiritual healing path, he can quickly improve his skills.

A quarter of an hour later, in the octagonal pavilion in the courtyard, Fang Yi pushed the ritual implement in his hand, the cleansing bottle, to five feet in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist Fashan, you've been waiting long. Do you find this Vajra Ghee to your liking?"

Fashan, dressed in a kasaya and with prayer beads around his neck, eagerly took the vase and opened it, the scent of sandalwood filling the air.

A spiritual light emanated from his nasal cavity, drawing in the aroma of sandalwood.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, golden light shone through his body, and Fa Shan trembled slightly, revealing an expression of enjoyment.

"call!"

Fifteen minutes later, he exhaled a breath of stale air, and Fa Shan's eyes lit up with joy. This was what he had obtained.

"The quality of the Vajra Ghee is excellent; it is no wonder that the third-level spiritual healer has such profound skills."

This is thanks to Sect Leader Fang for his trouble.

"I'm glad you're satisfied, fellow Daoist." Fang Yi smiled, dressed in fine clothes, surrounded by the fragrance of medicine, a truly elegant young man.

Fashan put the clean bottle into his sleeve, and the runes on his hemp shoes flowed as he impatiently spoke.

"This monk has other matters to attend to and will take his leave without disturbing Fellow Daoist Fang."

Fang Yi watched Fa Shan leave, pondering to himself. As a seasoned fake alchemist, Master Fa Shan had many friends.

This high-quality Vajra Ghee was enough to attract a group of cautious monks who were still observing from the sidelines.

As evening fell, the silver moon hung high in the sky, dark clouds thickened, and accompanied by thunder, a torrential downpour began.

As the purple light descended, True Immortal Hu Lei stepped out and looked towards the Eight Directions Pavilion, where the aroma of tea wafted and steam rose. A handsome cultivator was appreciating the spiritual tea on his own.

He shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Listening to the rain and brewing tea, Junior Brother Fang seems quite content, which truly makes his senior brother envious."

Fang Yi turned his head and glanced at Hu Lei Zhenren, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Junior brother has agreed not to sell the puppet armor to Biyue Pavilion and Tiandao Dock."

What brings you here, Senior Brother Hu Lei?

The Thunder God was a burly man. He stepped into the Eight Directions Pavilion in a few steps, picked up a jade cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

He knew that his actions had ruined Fang Yi's path to wealth, so he lowered his stance.

"Junior Brother Yan will make compensation on behalf of the sect for this matter."

The position of head of the Duobao Pavilion will be contested fairly between Qian Huaijin and Qian Junhe.

"Heh!" Fang Yi sneered. "Fifty puppet armors, even at a price of only five hundred spirit stones, I can still earn nearly ten thousand spirit stones."

Can fair competition alone make up for this?

Hu Lei Zhenren felt embarrassed. After the Yan Youtai Dharma Assembly, he proposed to ban the sale of puppet armor and Biyue Pavilion and Tiandaowu.

Was there any ulterior motive behind this?

Is there any intention to hold Fang Yi back?
He knew perfectly well that this must be true.

This involves the struggle between a True Immortal of the Wood Dao who has formed the Golden Core and the spiritual object, as well as the power dynamics between the Tianji Peak and the Ancestral Hall lineages.

He originally did not want to get involved.
However, the protective effect of the puppet armor is well known.

Yan Youtai openly suppressed the Biyue Pavilion and Tiandaowu, using his power to intimidate them.

Even if he disagrees, Chi Meizi will surely agree after the message is sent to the sect.

Therefore, it would be better for him to do a favor and leave Chi Meizi with the impression that he is sensible.

As fellow Core Formation cultivators, Hu Lei knew perfectly well that only those from the Xuan Yang Three Meridians could condense a true core.

They needed the support of the Red Eyebrows Master to weaken the power of the two factions.

Moreover, although they are both Core Formation cultivators, their cultivation levels are worlds apart. If Chi Meizi were to make a move, he would have no chance of escaping with his life.

Fang Yi put down his teacup and then tossed out a storage bag.

"The puppet armor in the bag is enough for each of the Foundation Establishment juniors in the sect to have one puppet armor."

In this matter, I will follow the overall plan of the sect and sell the puppet armor to Biyue Pavilion and Tiandao Dock.

But Senior Brother Hu Lei needs to keep a close eye on the matter of the Treasure Pavilion.”

Master Hu Lei took the storage bag, probed it with his divine sense, and after a few breaths, a smile appeared on his lips.

The Xuan Yang disciples in Dadu Ancient City are at most his subordinate cultivators.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Fang. I have already personally spoken with Junior Brother Yan."

Neither he nor the cultivators of the Tianji Peak lineage will interfere in this matter for the next three years.
As for whether he can seize the position of head manager of Duobao Pavilion, that depends on Qian Junhe's abilities.

Although Master Hu Lei spoke in this way, he did not think highly of Qian Junhe.

Qian Huaijin has been running Duobaoge for a long time. Even without a powerful backer and without making any major mistakes, it wouldn't be difficult for him to maintain his position as the head manager.

Seeing this, Fang Yi didn't say anything more. If the Core Formation Realm cultivators didn't make a move, then everyone else would have to rely on their own methods.

Outside the ancient city of Dadu, dark clouds gathered, and a jade talisman silently slipped into them.

"Roar!"

The golden-armored lion roared, and the demonic beasts surged towards the ancient city of Dadu like a tidal wave.

Three days later.

At Zhanjin Garden, Chen Xian paced back and forth, his face grim.

"Have the demon race gone mad? Why are they besieging the ancient city so recklessly, regardless of the cost?"
Do they really think they can break through the ancient city's great formation with just a few demon kings?

Chen Jiao hurried into Zhanjin Garden.

"Great news!"
Qian Junhe sent word that a batch of puppet armor had been acquired from the Duobao Pavilion.

"Puppet Armor? Yan Youtai is using Tianquezi's name to forcefully suppress Fang Yi."

Even if the Treasure Pavilion had puppet armor, it would never sell it to the sect. What kind of good news is this?

Chen Xian grew increasingly agitated. The contrast between having and not having the Puppet Armor became more and more apparent under the demon tide.

“It’s not a puppet armor made by Fang Yi. According to Qian Junhe, this puppet armor has a special origin. He specifically sought it out to fight Fang Yi,” Chen Jiao said.

"Is this really true?" Chen Xian's spirits lifted.

They are all descendants of the same clan, and if the puppet armor can help, he is willing to provide some assistance.

(End of this chapter)