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

Chapter 652 Extracting the Elixir and Drawing Blood, Crimson Yin Breakthrough

"Wow!"

The melodious cry of a crane echoed, and a blue-feathered, white-feathered crane puppet flew out of Fang Yi's storage bag, its long wings flapping.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!" Purple mist wafted around, and the crane puppet gracefully waved its feathers, unleashing hundreds of jet-black feather blades.

"Huh? Just a low-grade third-tier puppet?"
What is the quality of the third-grade yellow sandstone sold by Chongwenzi?
Fang Yi, Hu Lei and Yan Youtai are being watched closely, and your demonic pet is unable to escape while refining its magic weapon; you are now doomed.

"Stop bluffing!"

Chen Xian, dressed in hemp clothing, had deep-set eyes and a disdainful look in them. A cold glint flew out from his sleeve, transforming into a beast-headed sword magic weapon.

The beast-headed blade emitted a cold light, slicing through arcs and shattering the feathered blades.

"Fang Yi, you have considerable talent and are likely to condense a true core."

If you are willing to surrender and serve me as your master, I will spare your life.

Otherwise, this excellent third-tier spiritual healer would perish in this desolate wilderness.

Runes flowed through the grotto, raising magical restrictions that transformed into a bowl-like lid, sealing off all directions.

Fang Yi spoke up. "Even a Core Formation cultivator could hold out for a hundred breaths with the full force of the Sealing and Locking Qi Array."

"Chen Xian, you've gone to great lengths to deal with me, a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

"It seems Fellow Daoist Fang Yi is unwilling to submit!" Chen Xian's eyes turned icy cold. He is a hero to me, and the more outstanding Fang Yi is, the less I can let him live.

He loosely clenched his fist, and the beast-headed sword magic weapon was surrounded by a murderous aura, its blade flashing with a cold light, capable of severing a hair with a single breath.

"go with!"

"Clang!" The beast-headed sword fell, and the sound of gold and jade clanging echoed.

Fang Yi's robes fluttered, a smile played on his lips, his demeanor as gentle and refined as jade. Then, his fingertips danced with magic, unleashing a series of incantations.

"Wow!"

A deep blue aura permeated the air, and the roaring sound of the surging tides continued incessantly. The ancient blue water map unfolded seemingly slowly but actually swiftly, blocking the descending cold light.

"A defensive magic weapon? A Core Formation cultivator?"

Sensing Fang Yi's vigorous aura and enduring magical power, Chen Xian's expression suddenly changed drastically.

"What a clever scheme! Fang Yi, you have a deep mind!"
A dignified Core Formation cultivator, he actually suppressed his cultivation level, allowing Foundation Establishment cultivators and fake Core Formation cultivators to dare to bully him at his door.

What are you plotting?!

Fang Yi's feet shone brightly, and a blue halo continuously spread, transforming into lotus seeds that took root, sprouted, and grew leaves, evolving into a blue lotus domain.

The beast-headed longsword trembled slightly, its dark blade light overflowing, and the deep, cold blade aura swirled, also evolving into a domain that clashed endlessly with the Azure Lotus domain.

Chen Xian knew that things would not end well today. Although they were both at the early stage of Core Formation, his cultivation was a notch higher. At most, he could suppress Fang Yi, but he could not take Fang Yi's life.

"His magical power is pure, his foundation is profound, and the quality of his core formation is not low."

This place has become a force to be reckoned with!

He felt a pang of regret, wishing he had noticed earlier that Fang Yi had condensed his true core.

This time, it was Chen Sheng, the leader of Tiandaowu, who personally took action, crushing Fang Yi with the force of Mount Tai.

"Fang Yi, we have a long future ahead of us."

With his sleeves fluttering, Chen Xian transformed into a golden beam of light and fled out of the cave.

He pondered for a moment, deciding that once he returned to the ancient city of Dadu, he would inform Jade Pearl Immortal of this matter, and that cultivators would then ambush and kill Fang Yi.

A third-tier spiritual healer who has condensed a true elixir has a bright future and a very high probability of advancing to the Great True Person level.

The foundation of the Biyue Pavilion lies in the path of spiritual healing.

If Fang Yi continues to improve his medical skills, the reputation that Biyue Pavilion has built up over hundreds of years for spiritual medicine will completely fulfill Fang Yi's potential.

According to ancient records from Tiandaowu, over the past five hundred years, quite a few third-tier spiritual healers have died at the hands of Biyuege.

Nearly three hundred years ago, the last third-tier spiritual healer of Dayun disappeared, and it is said that he left Dayun.

According to the records of Tiandaowu, it was the current Grand Master of Biyue Pavilion who took action, using the sect's most treasured weapon to kill the enemy in one strike.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Three verdant leaf blades shot towards his back. Chen Xian, wielding his beast-headed sword, cleaved the blades in two, his expression slightly cold.

"Fang Yi, do you want to share life and death with me?"
We are both Core Formation cultivators, unless you advance your cultivation further and enter the mid-Core Formation stage.

Don't waste my time.

"Whoosh!" The Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner fluttered, and one after another, verdant leaf blades took shape on the banner's surface.

"Please, fellow Daoist, embark on your journey!" Fang Yi showed no joy or sorrow, his eyes were icy cold, an invisible medicinal fragrance spread, and his figure vanished in a daze.

"Where is it?" Chen Xian's divine sense surged, and he patted his storage bag, from which a dark gold shield covered with animal-shaped patterns flew out.

The shield contains three layers of protective magic that move and protect the shield on their own, making it a rare defensive magic item.

"Shh!"

A flash of blue light disappeared in an instant, and Fang Yi appeared behind Chen Xian.

Dark vines spread from his arm, ancient and gnarled, causing his arm to swell to a size of ten feet in an instant, exuding an air of decay.

The large, withered vine hand spread its five fingers and slapped down with what appeared to be a slow but actually rapid motion.

"boom!"

The black gold shield trembled, shimmering with precious light, and blocked the giant withered vine hand.

"Boom!" Fang Yi frowned slightly. The magic weapon with three layers of protective restrictions was somewhat troublesome.

A seasoned Core Formation cultivator has no obvious weaknesses in combat, whether in offense or defense. Gaining an advantage against someone of the same level is not difficult, but killing them is extremely difficult.
His fingertips changed their magic gestures again, and the vines withered instantly. Ancient and simple talismanic symbols from the golden elixir were used as a Dharma wheel to bless it.

The withered vine hand turned bluish-gray, and within its decaying essence, it erased the last trace of life. The meaning of withering flowed, and its power had already faintly touched the middle of the third rank.

Slightly ~
Tiny cracks appeared on the ancient black gold shield, spreading across the shield like a spider web.

"No! This is magic of such quality." Chen Xian's fingertips flickered with magic, and the beast-headed blade slashed towards Fang Yi's head, but was entangled by the Five Poison Cauldron.

A startling thought began to surface in his mind.

"He has such a foundation even though he has only recently condensed his elixir."

wrong!

wrong!

Fang Yi, you deceived everyone. Not only did you fail to condense the pill, but the quality of the pill was also extremely high.

Golden elixir?

Golden Core!!

Chen Xian was delighted. If it were just an ordinary True Pill, the Azure Water Pavilion would still have some reservations and would not want to completely break ties with Xuan Yang Mountain, so as to avoid the situation where the snipe and the clam fight and the fisherman benefits.

After all, the cultivation world of Da Yun is not only comprised of Xuan Yang and Bi Shui, but also two other forces.

The Hehuan Sect, the White Bone Sect, and even the Heavenly Blade Dock would not hesitate to add fuel to the fire if given the chance, causing even greater losses to both factions, and ideally, escalating the conflict to a full-blown war.

But what about the third-tier spiritual healers who have condensed their golden cores?

The Great Master who is currently suppressing the hidden power of Biyue Pavilion is aware of this.

Fang Yi could then prepare to taste what it was like to have a Grand Master wield the sect's most treasured weapon.

With this in mind, Chen Xian was even less willing to engage in a prolonged fight with Fang Yi.

Master Mu Dao already possessed immense magical power, and was also a master who appeared to have condensed a golden core. As long as he couldn't be killed in one move, Fang Yi was not afraid of a prolonged battle.

No matter how long the struggle continues, it will be difficult to determine a winner, and there will be no benefit whatsoever.

It is precisely for this reason that the Core Formation cultivators of Dadu Ancient City are not afraid to fight against third-tier demon kings of the demon race.

There is no other reason.

Among those of the same level, it is extremely difficult to determine a winner.
"boom!"

Golden smoke surged, and the beast-headed broadsword was shrouded in malevolent energy, shattering the layers of water curtains that evolved from the ancient blue water map.

Chen Xian was thin, with sunken eyes, and a hint of gloom in his hawk-like gaze.

He had been entangled here by Fang Yi for half an hour, and his magical power was greatly depleted.

"I have witnessed the fame of Master Mu Dao as a spiritual healer!"

Sensing Fang Yi's almost undiminished magical power, he silently began to use two third-level medical secret techniques: the Mysterious Ganoderma Spirit-Generating Technique and the Five Lotus Qi-Nourishing Technique.

With a hint of reluctance, Chen Xian took out a brown talisman from his sleeve. He didn't have many trump cards of this caliber. He hadn't expected to be forced to use it by Fang Yi, a cultivator who had only recently formed his core.

The talisman ignited without wind, and the spiritual power of the Earth element gathered, transforming into crystalline rock pillars that shot into the sky and intertwined, forming a prison that locked Fang Yi in all directions.

Third-grade mid-level Rock Prison Talisman.

Chen Xian sighed softly. This trip had resulted in both loss of wife and loss of troops, a considerable loss indeed.

"No! When have I ever been so sentimental?"
"A third-tier illusion!" His heart trembled, goosebumps rose, and his mind cleared. "When?"
When is one's soul disturbed by illusions?

"Bang!" Fang Yi, trapped in the stone cell, twisted and disappeared in an instant.

The spirit banners fluttered, and Fang Yi was almost touching Chen Xian. "Fellow Daoist Chen, why the rush to leave?"

Wood Dao Secret Technique: Big Withered Vine Hand!
The giant hand, covered in ancient vines, emanated a withered yellow spiritual light. Within the golden core, the Dharma wheel shone brightly, and it poured down with all its might, further enhancing the power of the secret technique.

The ancient black gold shield protected its master on its own, while the ancient blue water map was not to be outdone. Its water light spread, combining strength and gentleness, and it emerged and became entangled with the ancient black gold shield.

Chen Xian looked terrified, and his hemp-colored robe shimmered with golden light, forming layers of a large net.

"boom!"

With his robes torn and clothes tattered, Chen Xian appeared ten feet away, his aura low and menacing.

His heart pounded like a drum, and he was restless.

“No! No!

Not safe yet!

"How is that possible? Fang Yi has never achieved this in a hundred years. Where did he get so many methods?"

Chen Xian had unwavering faith in his sixth sense.

His ability to stand out in the Chen family was 70% due to his extraordinary sixth sense.

"Go! We must leave immediately!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Xian's body glowed with a scarlet spiritual light, burning his essence blood as he frantically fled out of the cave.

"Want to go?"

With a slight thought, Fang Yi noticed an ancient banner swaying at the entrance of the grotto, its delicate surface adorned with flowing runes.

"The magical artifact of medicine, that Creation Banner?" With a slight shift in the crimson light, Chen Xian felt a sense of relief.

He had seen this Creation Banner several times; it was a pure medical artifact of excellent quality with numerous wondrous uses.

The Creation Banner, which gathers vitality, heals hidden injuries, and restores magical power, is a rare medical treasure, but it does not offer much advantage in combat.

"Why are you in such a hurry, Fellow Daoist Chen Xian?" Fang Yi's divine sense stirred slightly.

Within the withered and flourishing small grotto, the youthful Chi Yin stood on a corpse lotus, his eyes pure. He activated his innate divine power, and crimson scales emerged from his flesh and blood.

"Wow!"

The childish five fingers circled the phosphorescent flames, and the corpse energy accumulated by the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner surged out, transforming into a large, gray-black hand with distinct knuckles.

The Yin Corpse's Big Handprint!
"Boom!"

He unleashed twelve consecutive Yin Corpse Handprints.

Whether it's slapping, capturing, chopping, or beheading...

The beast-headed sword let out a mournful cry, finally unable to resist, and was sent flying by a series of giant handprints.

"Screech!" The crane's cry was melodious, and the crane puppet with its blue feathers and white plumage was surrounded by purple aura and auspicious energy. Three crystal-clear phantoms swept past.

Puppet Technique: Soul-Disrupting Thrust!
With a muffled groan, a sharp pain shot through his soul. In a daze, he channeled his magical power, forcing Chen Xian into a desperate situation.

A phantom image appeared, and Fang Yi reappeared behind Chen Xian, his five fingers radiating golden light.

"puff!"

Blood and flesh flew everywhere as five fingers pierced through the dantian and qi sea, then hooked their fingers and pulled out the golden elixir.

"Fang Fangyi...hidden...hidden so deeply," Chen Xian murmured as his pupils dilated on his deathbed.

Everyone underestimated you.

Fang Yi channeled his magical power, his fingertips forming intricate hand seals, sealing spirits, locking qi, and condensing magic. He continuously cast complex restrictions, sealing the true core.

Human inner cores are not as sturdy as those of demons. If they are not sealed with secret techniques, their vital energy will dissipate completely within three days at most.

Corpse lotus blossoms bloomed, their crimson yin energy chilling, emerging from the withered and flourishing small grotto.

He stopped in front of Fang Yi, tilted his head slightly, stared intently at the True Core, and swallowed hard. "Gulp."

"eat!"

"Eat the Red Yin!"

A drop of saliva slid from the corner of his mouth and landed on a large blue stone on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the blue stone was corroded away.

"Eat! Red Yin, eat!"

Fang Yi stroked Chi Yin's long hair with his large hand, stuffed the true pill into Chi Yin's mouth, and his eyes showed a rare look of affection.

Seeing Chi Yin licking the elixir with a look of satisfaction in his eyes, Fang Yi laughed heartily.

"It's all yours, don't rush."

His five fingers glowed with an eerie light, and a soul-extracting chain condensed, accompanied by a pale, sinister wind that lashed out at Chen Xian's physical body.

Demonic Secret Technique: Minor Soul Extraction!
Demonic Secret Technique: Bone-Scraping Wind!

Demonic Secret Technique: Minor Blood Coagulation Technique!
A few breaths later, the three precious pearls, each radiating a red, dark, and white spiritual light, landed in Fang Yi's hand.

After putting away the White Bone Bead and the Soul Bead, Fang Yi threw the Essence Blood Bead back to Chi Yin.

His Qi changes.

The vigorous vitality withered, and faint corpse energy was drawn from the Crimson Yin, with the extracted techniques constantly changing.

"Crash!"

Demonic Secret Technique: Bone-Scraping Yin Wind Technique!

A sharp, eerie wind swept through the cave, its inexplicable corrosive power erasing the initial stages of their fight.

A quarter of an hour later.

Fang Yi gazed at the cave filled with the aura of death, nodded slightly, and the phantom image of a six-pointed plum blossom in his eyes manifested, activating the Plum Blossom Divination.

After becoming familiar with it, the energy was extracted and transformed into a phantom of a white bone demon god.

"It's done!
Everything is ready. Once Chi Yin advances to the third level of Core Formation, he can release the array diagram in his hand.

half year later.

Xuanzhen Academy.

Inside the quiet room, the silver-white beast activated the Earth Treasure Gourd, spewing out spiritual sand to create a yellow sand array that isolated the inside from the outside.

In the still room, a pool of blood shimmered with crimson light, and a scarlet corpse lotus bloomed. On the lotus platform, a crimson shadow curled up, like a mother carrying a child for ten months.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The placenta throbbed, and the roots of the scarlet corpse lotus continuously drew out fresh blood, while the red yin energy steadily increased.

Bafang Pavilion.

Yan Youtai's expression darkened slightly as he looked at Qian Junhe.

"What do you mean, Junior Brother Fang?"

Fang Yi smiled gently, his demeanor refined. "The beast tide is growing increasingly ferocious. The Treasure Pavilion is responsible for the movement of the sect's spiritual creatures; they cannot remain unclaimed for long."

"Now that Junior Nephew Qian Huaijin has gone missing, it would be perfect to have him on top of Qian Junhe. What do you think, Senior Brother Hu Lei?"

Thinking of the increasingly ferocious beast tide, Master Hu Lei hesitated for a moment before speaking up to persuade him.

“Junior Brother Yan, the beast tide is becoming increasingly ferocious. The Treasure Pavilion is concerned with the exchange of spiritual items and the purchase of magical artifacts within the sect, and it cannot remain unclaimed for long.”

There wasn't enough time to select a new head manager, so Qian Junhe was appointed as the temporary head manager.

Yan Youtai's face was gloomy. After Qian Huaijin's death, he also divined the cause and effect.

However, the person who made the move was shrewd and completely erased the aura, making it difficult to divination of the cause. They only managed to ascertain that it was a cultivator who practiced Yin-attribute techniques who made the move.

"That's it!" Yan Youtai thought to himself. Under the beast tide, the head manager of Duobao Pavilion could not be without a leader for long.

"This matter is as Senior Brother Hu Lei said."

(End of this chapter)