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

Chapter 651 Seven Commandments Refining Treasures, Kill! Kill! Kill!

“Alright!” Chen Xian nodded in agreement. “I will prepare the third-tier spiritual item; the rest is up to you, young friend Qian.”

Qian Huaijin was overjoyed. Double happiness had come his way. Not only had he received a reward for dealing with Fang Yi, but he could also secure his position as the head manager of Duobaoge.

As for the investigation into Xuanyang Mountain?
The Heavenly Blade Dock and the Azure Water Pavilion were in front of him, so they couldn't fall on his head.

Even if it falls on his head, with five thousand spirit stones in hand, he can cultivate anywhere.

An hour later.

The Treasure Pavilion was bustling with cultivators purchasing spiritual items and talismans. The store's servants and managers led cultivators of different cultivation levels as they examined the magical artifacts and talismans.

"Fellow Daoist has excellent eyesight. This Jade Bamboo Sword, crafted from mid-grade second-tier spiritual bamboo, is a fine piece even among high-grade magic weapons."

"Puppet Armor?"
This item is not currently for sale in our sect. Why don't you take a look at our newly arrived high-grade defensive magic artifact?

As Qian Huaijin stepped into the pavilion, the noisy scene quieted down, and everyone avoided him.

He sneered inwardly, thinking that those who fawned on the powerful and trampled on the weak would all get their just desserts when he regained control of the Treasure Pavilion.

"Squeak~"

The east wing gate opened and then closed again, spreading golden spiritual light that completely obscured any prying eyes.

Qian Huaijin looked at Rong Zhouzi in the room, took out the storage item from his waist and threw it out.

“Fellow Daoist Rong, these are the spirit stones sold by the puppet armor. I have already taken my share.”

Rong Zhouzi reached out and took the storage bag, glancing at the spirit stones inside, a satisfied look on his face.

"I'll have to trouble Fellow Daoist Qian Huaijin with this matter."

"Haha, if there's another good thing like this next time, Fellow Daoist Rong Zhou, don't forget me."

Qian Huaijin patted the bulging storage bag, grinning like an old chrysanthemum.

In just over a year, he earned five thousand spirit stones, which can be described as an enormous profit.

After that, whether it was refining magical artifacts or buying elixirs, they would never have to worry about having enough money.

"I'm glad you're satisfied, fellow Daoist. I happen to have another favor to ask of you," Rong Zhouzi said calmly.

"Whatever it is, fellow Daoist, please speak up!" Qian Huaijin patted his chest and assured him, his eyes gleaming with golden light.

"As long as the spirit stones are in place, I, Qian, will take care of things for you, whether it's the Treasure Pavilion or the connections within Xuan Yang Mountain."

“There’s no need to go to such trouble,” a gentle male voice echoed in the garden.

"Who!" Qian Huaijin's expression changed drastically. He tried to activate his magic power, but found that his limbs were weak and his magic power was blocked in his meridians.

"Clang!" A dark blade flashed, blood splattered, and a head the size of a bucket flew up.

"I only need to borrow your head, fellow Daoist," Fang Yi said with a light laugh. He never wanted Qian Huaijin alive.

As for leaving a weakness in one's move?

Wood grain patterns appeared on Fang Yifa's body, making him appear as still and silent as a wooden sculpture, completely concealing his aura.

Qian Huaijin's ferocious head spun in the air. Before his soul could fall into stillness, he saw Rong Zhouzi's magic power collapse and his soul shatter.

Before his soul completely dimmed, he couldn't understand why Rong Zhouzi, a dignified fake Dan Master, would exchange his life for his.
They would trade the life of a fake Core Formation cultivator for the life of this Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"madman."

"Little Qi, don't waste it."

Fang Yi's figure was outlined in the room, his five fingers holding Qian Huaijin's long hair, and azure soul fire manifested and enveloped him.

Demonic Secret Technique: Minor Soul Searching Technique!
"Ah~" Qian Huaijin's soul twisted, his face contorted in pain, as he desperately tried to defend his mind.

But it had no effect!
The cultivators he befriended, the spiritual treasures he secretly kept, the joy of making a deal with Chen Xian, and the incomprehension of being offered a life in exchange for another.
As layers of memories were peeled away, the illusory image of a six-pointed plum blossom in Fang Yi's eyes swirled, constantly sorting through the chaotic information.

On the other side, the banners of decay and prosperity fluttered in the desolate realm, a cold wind howled, and frost and snow condensed.

A crimson corpse lotus bloomed, and a young boy with a youthful face, dressed in hemp clothing and barefoot, slowly walked out.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

A greedy laugh echoed as crimson scales emerged from Chi Yin's fair and delicate hands, glowing with phosphorescent light, and pierced through Rong Zhouzi's chest, completely severing his life force.

"Fang Yi!!!" He was bound by the law and witnessed his descendants and offspring passing away one by one.

A torrent of resentment erupted from Rong Zhouzi's soul.

"Zi Liu!"

The gray resentment transformed into a trickle, which he inhaled, causing a blush to rise on Chi Yin's face as he showed a look of enjoyment.

"Great! Good stuff!"

He conjured corpse flames on his five fingers, igniting Rong Zhouzi's soul, causing the last vestiges of his resentment to erupt once more.

"Gurgle! Tear!"

Flesh was torn apart, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. A whimper echoed in the room.

A white bone artifact embryo appeared in Chi Yin's hand, pulsating like a heart. As his cultivation increased, the artifact embryo's energy also gradually rose.

Strange corpse patterns spread across Chi Yin's fair cheeks, revealing a growing, yet suppressed, aura of Chi Yin.

Fang Yi's face showed approval, and the Soul-Searching Netherfire in his hand gradually died down.

"With Rong Zhouzi's long cultivation, the medicinal effects have greatly increased. Lacking even one true elixir cultivator as a medicinal guide, it would be enough for Chi Yin to step out of the third level of Core Formation."

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, seemingly piercing through the layers of magical restrictions in the treasure pavilion, as he looked at Chen Xian, who was preparing spiritual items.

"Bribery?"

Reaching out, he took the storage bag from Qian Huaijin's waist and opened it.

More than 5,700 spirit stones, mixed with pills, magic contracts, and a stack of second-tier talismans, poured out like a waterfall, piling up into a small hill.

Fang Yi quickly estimated Qian Huaijin's net worth. "Six thousand eight hundred spirit stones, a small profit."

He swept his sleeve across the room, and a gust of wind carrying corpses and bloodstains fell into the withered and flourishing small cave.

"Let's see who has the better skills."

Fang Yi's eyes were burning with desire, and Chen Xian intended to use a third-tier spiritual item as bait.

He, too, coveted Chen Xian's flesh and soul.

The ancient city of Dadu is full of talented people, with a considerable number of Core Formation True Persons, but only two early Core Formation cultivators.

Fang Yi clenched his fist, and dozens of silk threads intertwined, transforming Qian Huaijin, who had been turned into an idiot by the Soul Searching Technique, into a fist-sized pearl.

"disease!"

A jade slip covered with copper coin patterns flew out from his sleeve.

As his fingertips brushed against the Soul Pearl, a wisp of energy was drawn down and blended seamlessly with the Jade Slip for transmitting sound.

"Cough, cough!" He coughed lightly, his voice as smooth and shrewd as Qian Huaijin's.

"Master Chen, Fang Yi's third-tier demon pet's natal magic weapon has not yet taken shape, and it is currently collecting earth-attribute spiritual objects."

If we could obtain an earth-attribute spiritual object to assist us, it wouldn't be difficult to entangle the demonic beast. Afterward, we could lure it with a third-tier spiritual herb, and our great undertaking would be accomplished.

Half an hour later, Jin Yuan was beheaded.

As the turquoise water shimmered, the Jade Pearl Immortal appeared graceful and slender, with radiant skin, lips like painted vermilion, and an elegant figure.

"Junior Brother Chen Xian, is there any progress on Fang Yi's matter?"

Chen Xian threw out the copper coin communication talisman in his hand, and golden magic power transformed into spiritual clouds, holding the communication talisman in the air.

"Fellow Daoist Yuzhu, Qian Huaijin has sent a letter saying that things are progressing smoothly."

Now we have reached the most critical moment, and we need your help, fellow Daoist."

How can I help you?

Jade Pearl Immortal narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, probing her divine sense into the communication talisman, and after a while...
She couldn't hide her joy and said softly, "Good! Good! Good!"

Qian Huaijin of Duobao Pavilion actually had such ability that he managed to trap Fang Yi.
The requested spiritual items will be delivered here within one hour.
But there's one condition: Fang Yi must die!

"Haha, fellow Daoist, rest assured. As a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, I have no third-tier demonic beasts to protect me once I leave Dadu Ancient City."

Even if he had wings, he couldn't escape Chen's grasp.

Chen Xian smiled confidently. "I'll trouble Fellow Daoist Yuzhu to keep a close eye on that demonic pet." "That's simple," Yuzhu Zhenren said confidently, brushing aside a strand of black hair at her temple.

"A mere demon king who has just entered the third rank of low grade has not yet fully refined his natal magic weapon."
If I hadn't been kept under close watch by Hu Lei, I would have crushed Fang Yi with all my might this time.

Trading a third-tier spiritual item for the life of a third-tier spiritual healer—this is a huge profit!

The next day, the sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky.

In Xuanzhen Garden, the lush bamboo rustles, gathering vitality.

Inside the Eight Directions Pavilion, Fang Yi held a piece of brown jade rock, lost in thought.

"Junhe, what are the treasures Duobao Pavilion hauled today?"

Qian Junhe spoke up. “Master, this morning, the fake Dan Master Chong Wenzi from the city came to Duobao Pavilion to sell earth-type spiritual items.”

Seeing that his uncle Qijie's magic weapon was not yet fully refined, the nephew took it upon himself to intercept the spiritual object.

"A third-grade low-quality yellow sandstone, Nephew Junhe, you are very kind. I will accept it on behalf of Xiao Qi."
However, Chongwenzi has a good opportunity.”

Fang Yi understood.

He took out a shrunken gold-threaded storage bag from his sleeve, and with a slight movement of his divine sense, a ray of spiritual light carrying a spirit stone fell into the bag.

Once the storage bag was filled with spirit stones, Fang Yi waved his sleeve, and the storage bag fell into Qian Junhe's arms.

"Take this bag of spirit stones to settle your debt. At this crucial moment, we can't afford to leave any leverage against us."
If there are any more Tier 3 spiritual objects in the future, the same procedure shall be followed.

"Yes!" Qian Junhe tucked the storage bag into his sleeve, and seeing that Fang Yi had no further instructions, he tactfully withdrew.

"Chong Wenzi? Hah." Fang Yi's eyes turned slightly cold as he watched Qian Junhe leave.

"Whoosh!" The clouds and mist surged, and above Xuanzhen Garden, the blue mist rolled and transformed into a magical barrier, once again isolating the inside from the outside.

[Pet training method: closed to visitors]

Eight sacred characters were engraved on a stone tablet, which was placed in front of the vermilion gate of Xuanzhen Garden.

In the garden, Fang Yi held the Five Poisons Cauldron in his hands, its azure flames constantly refining the yellow sandstone.

Seven hours later, the yellow sandstone was refined into a pool of crystal-clear liquid.

"Little Seven! Focus all your energy on refining the treasure; don't miss this opportunity!"

"Whoosh!" A cute, silvery-white little beast emerged from the ground.

She channeled her demonic power, and from her dantian, a gourd-shaped piece of yellow jade flew out, its thick runes flowing and spewing out brown spiritual sand.

Brownish spiritual light shot into the sky, transforming into a vortex that continuously drew in the spiritual energy of the city, creating a surge of spiritual energy.

"Buzz!"

First, Zhiyangzi's divine sense descended, followed by flowing water, thunder carrying an aura of majesty, and sharp blade light.
Nine out of ten fake alchemists in the ancient city have lost their divine consciousness.

A quarter of an hour later, the bronze bell swayed, emitting five elements of sound waves.

"A third-tier demonic pet refining its natal treasure, no wonder Fang Yi is so cautious."

"Let's go."

"This beast tide is dangerous for Foundation Establishment cultivators, but it has no effect whatsoever on Pseudo-Core Formation cultivators."

In the courtyard, Fang Yi sat cross-legged, with a water mirror hanging in front of him.

He raised his head slightly, sensing the clamor of discussion, and suddenly smiled.

Three days later, in the ancient city of Dadu.

Fang Yi wore a jade crown and a robe that symbolized the transformation of mountains and rivers, transforming into a robust, muscular middle-aged cultivator.

He walked with a slightly hurried pace toward the south gate of the ancient city.

Sensing the sharp aura hovering far behind him, his expression remained unchanged. A ray of spiritual light rose beneath his feet, transforming into a beam of light that vanished. "They're here!"

"He's out! Qian Huaijin is efficient; it wasn't for nothing that I used a third-grade spiritual herb as bait."

On the bluestone street, Chen Xian stared intently at Fang Yi's departing figure with his sunken eyes, like a hawk.

As the fleeing light gradually disappeared into the distance, a deep joy appeared in his eyes.

Sensing the aura of the Earth-attribute Demon King within the Xuanzhen Garden, Chen Xian felt a slight sense of relief and issued a decree.

"Even if the demonic pet is refining a magical artifact and wants to provide assistance, with the jade bead watching, it will be difficult for it to act."

The next day.

Tracing the depths of the mountain, a mysterious mist hangs in the air, eagles soar through the sky, fish swim in the shallows, and all creatures vie for freedom under the frosty sky.

Feeling the surrounding spiritual energy, a blue light descended from the sky.

Fang Yi held a map in his hand, repeatedly comparing it with his divine sense.

"Finally found!"

His face lit up with joy, and his hands pulsed with magical power, a flash of light parting the dark cave entrance hidden by vines and bushes.

"go!"

Fang Yi looked excited and stepped into the grotto.

The stalactites overhead resemble an inverted Milky Way, arranged in a staggered and orderly fashion. Under the dim light, they refracted specks of light, sparkling brilliantly.

Slender stalagmites rise from the ground, and talismans emerge, transforming into natural energy-locking talismans.

"Wow!"

Chen Xian revealed himself, a cruel smile on his face as he watched Fang Yi head towards the underground cave.

"Hey, Fang Yi, you've lost your spirit pet. You're doomed today."
The inheritance of a third-tier spiritual healer has also been of some benefit to the sect.

Dadu Ancient City.

"Whoosh!" The spiritual tide surged, and the Nine Wood Azure Dragon Staff in the Mysterious Garden soared into the sky, with the Eight Trigrams runes flowing around it.

Yan Youtai's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a silver river phantom appeared behind him. He grabbed a wisp of energy with his five fingers.

"Qian Huaijin has fallen!"

"Who did this?!"

As you delve deeper into the grotto, the spiritual energy becomes increasingly abundant.

Fang Yi's eyes lit up as a huge grotto came into view.

The grotto, spanning thousands of feet in circumference, is filled with traces of water erosion. In the center of the grotto, a purple ginseng emits spiritual light and exudes a medicinal fragrance.

"A third-grade, low-level Purple-Bearded Ginseng!"

He couldn't wait any longer and fled towards the center of the cave, from which a spirit hoe flew out of his storage bag.

Brown spiritual light flowed, and the spiritual hoe glowed with spiritual light as it dug up the Purple Beard Ginseng along with the spiritual soil, placing it in a sealed jade box.

"who!"

Fang Yi's expression suddenly changed as he looked behind him, where a golden light was striking.

"Crash!"

The blue lotus banners fluttered, and countless blue lotus blossoms fell, transforming into a sea of ​​lotuses.

The sharp golden light shattered the lotus blossoms, causing the petals to wither and the lotus sea to dry up.

"Tear!" It slashed a three-foot gash in the Azure Lotus Banner before dissipating into specks of golden light.

"Fang Yi, you didn't expect this, did you!" Chen Xian revealed himself, his chilling killing intent locking down the surroundings.

"Oh?" Sensing the rising magical barriers around him, Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing eight pearly white teeth.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I've been waiting for you for a long time too."

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