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

Chapter 649 Soul Refining Fake Pill, Nine Real and One Fake

Chen Xian suppressed his joy. If this puppet armor was really so easy to find, he, a dignified Core Formation cultivator, would find no substitute.

As the beast tide surged, Tiandaowu and Biyuege joined forces and also acquired a puppet armor.

Unfortunately, the second-tier puppeteers of both factions had ordinary skills, and the puppet armor they produced was either weak in defense or lacked the ability to ward off poison.

Or perhaps the price and cost are too high, beyond the reach of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"Chen Jiao, who crafted the puppet armor, and are there any hidden dangers?"
"Is it possible to contact the puppeteer who crafted the puppet armor?"

Chen Jiao looked troubled. He had come to Zhan Jin Yuan to claim credit after hearing about the puppet armor, but he was unaware of the news about Duobao Pavilion.

Chen Xian frowned slightly. Chen Jiao still needed more experience. He sent out a transmission talisman from his sleeve.

"Chen Jiao, go and take Qian Junhe to Kuanzhai Alley."

"I'd like to see for myself what this puppet armor is all about, and what its quality is!"

"Yes!" Chen Jiao bowed and retreated, not daring to say another word.

Today's attempt to steal a chicken backfired spectacularly. Not only did he fail to leave a good impression on Chen Xian, but he also caused Qian Junhe to have to meet Chen Xian again.

The competition among the Chen family cultivators was already fierce, and he absolutely did not want another cultivator to get involved.

Chen Jiao's mind raced, and he murmured to himself, 'I should get closer to Qian Junming in the future.'

In the top-floor annex of the Treasure Pavilion, white spiritual gauze hung down, and a golden jade talisman flew into it.

Fang Yi pinched the jade talisman with his slender fingers and probed it with his divine sense. After a few breaths, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Under the beast tide, Chen Xian could no longer restrain himself."

"By secretly returning to Rong Zhouzi and leaving such a huge handle on him, Qian Huaijin is extremely audacious."

"Junhe, now it's all up to you. If you don't let us down, this position of head manager is yours for the taking."

Qian Junhe's body trembled slightly, and wildfire burned fiercely in his eyes.

In the short time that followed, the cultivator's efforts to curry favor with the Treasure Pavilion and the benefits he received had greatly accelerated his cultivation speed.

This is only the position of second manager, and Qian Huaijin is keeping him in check.

If one can make decisions independently.
He has forged a mid-grade Dao foundation, far surpassing Qian Huaijin in terms of basic abilities. With the support of spiritual objects from the Treasure Pavilion, he may well be able to glimpse the Core Formation realm.

Qian Junhe carefully glanced at Fang Yi, suppressed the burning desire in his heart, and bowed twice.

"Thank you for your guidance, Sect Leader!"

"You may go now. I will keep an eye on Rong Zhouzi and Qian Huaijin for you."

Fang Yi waved for Qian Junhe to leave, taking control of Duobaoge. Chiyin made another step forward, and this grand game of chess had only just begun.

The puppet armor made a considerable profit from selling spirit stones, but its appetite didn't stop there.

His gaze was deep and unfathomable, seemingly looking through the thin white veil at the mountain gate, which was filled with yin energy, millions of miles away.

"Dayun is too barren, but fortunately there is this major demonic sect that cultivates the [White Bone Demon God Technique]."
"The White Bone Demon God."

At dusk, the silver moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars twinkle.

Deep within Kuanzhai Alley, in a secluded and deserted courtyard, a gray legal barrier hangs in the air, isolating the inside from the outside.

A dark figure stealthily slipped into the garden, concealing its form.

Seeing that no one was around, Qian Junhe slipped the cold golden spear from his sleeve and held it in his palm, his face showing a wary expression.

'Chen Xian actually stood him up?' He breathed a sigh of relief, but was also slightly disappointed. This was a big deal worth five thousand spirit stones.

"Good alertness." As the praise rang out, Chen Xian's thin figure appeared behind Qian Junhe.

"Who!" Qian Junhe's cold golden halberd revealed its sharpness and fell like a streak of cold light.

"Don't rush." ​​A golden blade of light easily suppressed Han Jingge.

'Is it Chen Xian?'

Sensing the familiar aura, Qian Junhe forcibly restrained his magical power, and his face flushed.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in his meridians, he bowed deeply in respect.

"I have met Master Chen."

"Hmm." Chen Xian hummed softly and said, "Tell me everything about where Qian Huaijin obtained the puppet armor in the Treasure Pavilion. Do not hide anything."

"Yes." Qian Junhe felt a slight sense of relief, as everything Chen Xian said was within Fang Yi's calculations.

Fang Yi was puzzled as to how Qian Huaijin's collusion with Rong Zhouzi was discovered, but he did not delve into the details.

He secretly rejoiced that joining Fang Yi's service had greatly elevated his status in cultivation.

While other cultivators of the same level were still collecting spiritual objects and refining their natal magic weapons, he already possessed the top-grade magic weapon, the Cold Gold Spear.

Qian Junhe did not immediately share his draft with Chen Xian to avoid arousing suspicion.

Time passed slowly, and half an hour went by in the blink of an eye. Chen Xian's eyes were slightly closed, and there was a hint of impatience on his face.

The Chen family of Tiandaowu is in charge. Chen Xian is able to condense his core, and with the support of the family, his training is still imperfect.

Therefore, he is indecisive in his actions. If you don't want Chen Xian to become suspicious, Junhe, you shouldn't appear to be too well-prepared.

Fang Yi's words seemed to echo in his mind. Seeing the impatience on Chen Xian's face, Qian Junhe knew that the time was right.

"Reporting to the Master, I have used Fang Yi's influence to establish a good relationship with the Xuan Yang Guards who guard the secret vault of the Duobao Pavilion."

The news about the puppet armor came from the Xuan Yang Guard.

Qian Junhe's fingertips shimmered with spiritual light, transforming into a dark battle armor. The armor was covered with magical restrictions and pale bone runes, exuding a chilling aura.

"This is an image left behind by that Xuan Yang Guard based on his memory."

"Demonic puppetry?" Chen Xian stared at the pale patterns, his face filled with doubt.

"The old bones of the White Bone Sect still have such a legacy?"
Hmm, the [White Bone Demon God Technique] is a third-tier inheritance used to refine the White Bone Demon God. If it were a puppeteer of the White Bone Sect who comprehended it, it wouldn't be surprising.
However, if such a cultivator truly possessed such abilities, given the White Bone Sect's reputation for concealing them so deeply, it wouldn't be surprising.

Chen Xian pondered to himself, wondering when Qian Huaijin had become involved with the White Bone Sect.

“Qian Junhe, take my decree and go find Qian Junming.”

Since Qian Huaijin can cooperate with the White Bone Sect, cooperating with the Heavenly Blade Pavilion shouldn't be difficult for him either.

"Yes!" Qian Junhe took the token and seemed to see a large net behind Chen Xian.

Invisible threads fell one by one, constantly entangled him, leading Chen Xian step by step into the trap without his knowledge.

'Master Fang's prediction came true again. This is a Core Formation cultivator!'

The following day, in the east wing of the Duobao Pavilion.

Looking at the golden knife and token on the sandalwood table, Qian Huaijin sneered repeatedly.

"Qian Junming, I underestimated you!"

"What great skill! Chen Xianlai of Tiandaowu has only been in Dadu Ancient City for less than three years, and you've already established a relationship with him."

Are you trying to betray your sect?!

Under the pressure of the mid-stage Foundation Establishment stage, Qian Junming straightened his back and stood up straight, no longer timid and submissive.

His palm pulsed with magical power, causing ripples to spread across the cyan gauze artifact, blocking the oncoming aura.

"Uncle, a wise man knows when to yield to circumstances; this is something you taught me personally."

Junming has applied what he's learned so effectively, how can you still be dissatisfied?

"Insolence!" Qian Huaijin's face flushed red, and the copper coin sword emerged from his sleeve, ready to strike.

"Heh!" Qian Junming sneered repeatedly, his blue veil emanating magical power, transforming into layers of light curtains.

"Qian Huaijin, you should think this through. As a fellow Foundation Establishment cultivator, what are your chances of killing me in the Treasure Pavilion?"
"If this attracts the Heavenly Punishment Hall's enforcement team, can you bear the crime of harming your fellow disciples?"

Qian Junming's eyes were filled with jealousy. "You and I are fighting, but Qian Junhe is the one who benefits."

"Now that you've been caught red-handed, can you keep your position as the head manager of the Treasure Pavilion?"

Qian Huaijin's face turned ashen, and he finally hesitated, putting away the golden weapon.

"Very well, what does Chen Xian want with me?" "Puppet Armor!" Thinking of Chen Xian's promise and the benefits he had already obtained, Qian Junming's eyes burned with desire.

"Master Chen Xian wishes to invite you to discuss the puppet armor you have just acquired."

"Who leaked it!" Qian Huaijin suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with cold light and filled with murderous intent.

“Who leaked it is not important,” Qian Junming said. “What’s important now is to gain the greatest benefit.”
Tomorrow at Chenshi (7-9 AM), at cave dwelling number 55, Bingzi, Kuanzhai Alley, Uncle Qian, you'd better take care of yourself.”

Having said that, Qian Junming ignored Qian Huaijin's murderous intent, rolled up the golden knife and token, and left.

"Hey, this little brat's actually hooked up with someone better."

In the empty east wing, Qian Huaijin showed no anger whatsoever. He casually cast a spell to activate the soundproofing spell.

"Fellow Daoist Rong Zhouzi, how was my acting just now?"

"The craftsmanship is superb, penetrating to the core." Rong Zhouzi slowly stepped out from behind the flower and bird screen, his eyes filled with admiration.

"The bait has been cast. I would like to trouble you, Fellow Daoist Qian, to make a trip to Kuanzhai Alley."

"This matter is simple, but you are quite capable, fellow Daoist, to know that I, a junior, have sought another backer." Qian Huaijin looked at the gaunt cultivator with extreme apprehension.

Thinking of the legal contract he had signed, he felt at peace.

"I, Qian, will go ahead first. Fellow Daoist Rong, please don't forget to share in my benefits."

Rong Zhouzi nodded slightly. "Fellow Daoist, are you still not at ease?"
"Fellow Daoist Faqi has also signed the agreement for five thousand spirit stones. Would I, Rong, risk my life?"

"Haha, I was just being petty and judging others by my own standards," Qian Huaijin said sheepishly.

"I, Qian, will take my leave first; this east wing will be your residence, fellow Daoist."

Rong Zhouzi's expression softened slightly. "I'm grateful for your help with this matter, fellow Daoist."

"If there's one, there's two, then there can be three. The beast tide is so ferocious, the period of stability is uncertain. This puppet armor business isn't something you can just do once."

Qian Huaijin's expression softened slightly. He straightened his clothes and headed towards Kuanzhai Alley.

Even after much honing, he wasn't entirely confident in selling the puppet armor at a high price.

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Duobao Pavilion.

The east wing was silent. Rong Zhouzi's face was contorted, and his magical power surged.

"Don't struggle, Fellow Daoist Rong."

A bluish light spread out, revealing Fang Yi's figure. With a wave of his hand, dozens of bluish threads were sent into Rong Zhouzi's acupoints.

In recent days, every move he made and every word he uttered was not his true intention, but was manipulated by Fang Yi.

"Master Fang, my life is at your disposal."

Please!

"Please spare Lian'er's life, and preserve a bloodline for my Rong family."

"Pfft!" A head fell from Fang Yi's sleeve and rolled to Rong Zhouzi's feet, hot blood soaking the instep.

"Fellow Daoist Rong Zhouzi is a step too late." Fang Yi toyed with the dark green Soul Pearl in his hand, a half-smile on his face.

"Your offspring, I just extracted your soul this morning to refine a spiritual medicine."

I must say, Rong Lian, this junior, has abundant blood and energy; I am quite satisfied with my corpse refining."

"Lian'er!"

Blood and tears streamed down Rong Zhouzi's face. He was unable to move, his eyes filled with sorrow.

His face twisted into a menacing expression, like a demon, as he continued to curse, "Fang Yi, you will die a horrible death!"

"May he die a horrible death?" Fang Yi sensed the increasingly sinister resentment emanating from Rong Zhouzi's soul.

He nodded slightly, satisfied.

For a fake Dan Zhenren (a type of cultivator), his essence and blood can replenish his cultivation, and his bones can be used to refine magical artifacts.

Unresolved resentment can strengthen the Corpse Fiend, making it even more valuable.

Fang Yi released a blue spiritual light, which slowly seeped into his soul.

Rong Zhouzi's face was numb, and his soul was bound by a soul-binding spell that prevented its circulation.

Fang Yi's words came from Rong Zhouzi's mouth.

"Fellow Daoist, do not be impatient. There is plenty of time in the future. You have more than just Rong Lian as a junior."

In the evening, at No. 55, Bingzi, Kuanzhai Alley.

"Eight hundred spirit stones?"
"Qian Huaijin, are you crazy?" Qian Junming cursed and continued to accuse him.

"The second-tier puppet armor sells for 500 spirit stones, with a profit of about 20%."

Eight hundred spirit stones?

That's enough to buy two Tier 2 puppet armors!

Qian Huaijin ignored the barking of the dogs and focused her gaze on Chen Xian.

He knew perfectly well that Qian Junming was nothing but a good-for-nothing, and that he had only managed to get the position of manager because of external support.

The one in charge here is Chen Xian, a Core Formation cultivator from Tiandaowu.

"One price: eight hundred low-grade spirit stones for this puppet armor. If we can negotiate, we can sign a contract; if not, don't waste my money and time."

"Fellow Daoist Qian, don't be anxious."

Chen Xian was furious when Qian Huaijin made such an outrageous demand.

If this were outside the ancient city, he would have already extracted Qian Huaijin's soul and refined it to teach him a lesson for taking advantage of someone in distress.

But now that I need someone's help, I have to be more careful and have some reservations.

"Fellow Daoist also thinks eight hundred spirit stones is too high." Seeing that Chen Xian had not gotten angry, Qian Huaijin revealed a mercenary smile.

"If Tiandaowu were to take on the responsibility, eight hundred spirit stones for a single puppet armor would be no small sum."

Remembering Rong Zhouzi's instructions, he spoke up. "If the puppet armor is sold for six hundred spirit stones, it shouldn't be difficult for Tian Dao Dock to make up the difference of two hundred spirit stones."

"Let me think about it for a moment." Chen Xian's eyes widened in astonishment. Facing a Core Formation cultivator, Qian Huaijin, that cowardly fellow, was neither humble nor arrogant?

"Master Chen, hurry up, this puppet armor will be available for sale at the Treasure Pavilion by the end of the month at the latest."

Qian Huaijin made a pointed remark. "At that time, if you want to buy puppet armor again, it won't be a matter of spirit stones."

A quarter of an hour later, inside the Bing-character cave.

Chen Xian looked at the slightly bowing cultivator and asked, "Qian Junming, would you like to purchase this puppet armor?"

"Too expensive!" Qian Junming shook his head slightly. "Qian Huaijin is obsessed with spirit stones."

The puppet armor costing 800 spirit stones is far too expensive for a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Even if it were sold in the Treasure Pavilion, not all cultivators would buy it. With some time, purchasing the puppet armor for six hundred spirit stones wouldn't be difficult.”

"Don't listen to Qian Huaijin's nonsense, sir!" Qian Junhe said solemnly as he walked out of the courtyard.

"Eight hundred spirit stones is too expensive for the puppet armor. If we could get hold of Qian Huaijin's weakness, eight hundred spirit stones would be a bargain."
Moreover, the cultivator who can craft this puppet armor must be a top-tier puppeteer.

"If we could establish a connection, the benefits would be immense, as even the real person knows."

"Junhe, not bad!" Chen Xian nodded slightly in praise.

"I'll give you three thousand spirit stones, leave Qian Huaijin with something to hold against me, and then Duobaoge will fall into my hands."

Recalling Fang Yi's aggressive manner at the Woyun Dharma Assembly, Chen Xian's eyes turned slightly cold.

How could he not be furious when threatened with the presence of his subordinate cultivators?

"With the poisoned wound completely removed, we can use the matter of the Treasure Pavilion to make amends to Yuzhu."
Does Fang Yi still want to control the Treasure Pavilion?

Ha, what a pipe dream!

(End of this chapter)