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

Chapter 677 Xuan Yang is demoted to Youtai, and Strives for Opportunity in the Burial Soul Abyss (6000-word long chapter)
“Master.” Chi Yin’s eyes were clear as he opened his mouth and absorbed all the remaining blood energy in the quiet room.

"Not bad!" Fang Yi nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the dark spirit coffin in Chi Yin's palm. The rich blood energy and the pure corpse energy blended together, turning into inscriptions of varying sizes.

"His intelligence has increased, and the Blood Spring Coffin has become three-tenths deeper in its essence. If it weren't for the intentional suppression of its quality in the future, it would already be able to survive the tribulation."

Then came the matter of the Green Snake, the Burial Soul Abyss, the ruins of the Green Wood Palace—who knows how many opportunities awaited there.

Fang Yi's mind raced, and he waved his hand to release a crimson talisman.

After a moment's thought, his fingertips flashed with spiritual light, outlining a wisp of corpse energy from the withered and flourishing small cave.

The swirling corpse energy outlined a gray skeleton, which silently headed towards the White Bone Sect's stronghold.

Xuanyang Mountain.

The Crimson Light Five Elements Palace, the power of fire spirit condensed into mist, and rolling heat waves boiled.

Tian Quezi, with a full head of white hair and wrinkles around his eyes, stepped into the cave, leaning on his dove-shaped staff.

"Senior Brother Chi Mei, Tian Que has come to pay a visit."

"Buzz!"

The protective laws of the cave transformed into a rainbow bridge, and Tian Quezi stepped into the cave.

On the cloud bed, Chi Meizi exhaled a breath of spiritual energy, which transformed into a gilded precious mushroom. "Junior Brother Tianque, what brings you here?"

"After the dust settles from the tide of mountain beasts, the Deer Demon Child ascends to the position of Great Demon King."

In addition, a demonic cultivator who had reached the peak of Core Formation appeared during the beast tide, according to Hu Lei, Jiu Han, Fang Yi and others.

Perhaps it was a journey through Dayun, a way to temper one's character.

Tian Quezi waved his hand and released a jade slip containing all the information collected from the beast tide of Su Du Mountain and Xuan Yang Mountain.

"The demonic tide has broken through?"
"That old bastard Lu Xiaozi has cultivated for over seven hundred years, so it's normal for him to have survived this stage."

Chi Meizi carefully scanned the jade slip in his hand with his divine sense, seemingly lost in thought.

"That old deer was quite sensible and did not harm the younger generation such as Hu Lei, Jiu Han, and Fang Yi."

Ignore him, let that old deer draw the attention of the Jade Water Pavilion.”

"Just a demonic cultivator at the peak of Core Formation?" Red-browed Zi's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression hardening.

"Tian Que, keep an eye on him for now. If he is just traveling through Dayun to hone his Dao heart, then you don't need to pay him any attention."

"If they don't know what's good for them, they'll just be a Core Formation Perfection cultivator; it'll only take a little effort."

A crimson dragon-shaped incense burner gleamed with precious light, surrounded by three cloud-like dragons, breathing in and out the power of the earth's veins, resembling a magnificent sun that awes all directions.

"Senior Brother!" Tian Que tapped his dove-like staff lightly, and the starlight transformed into a net, while the crimson dragon smoke furnace pressed down.

"The Zoroastrian sect is eyeing us covetously, senior brother should restrain himself!"

"Haha, Junior Brother Tianque, don't be anxious. I've been cooped up in Xuan Yang Mountain for too long, and I got a little agitated."

The crimson light dissipated in an instant, and Chi Meizi's aura subsided, making him appear like a kind old man.

He opened his mouth with praise. "Fang Yi from the Ancestral Hall lineage performed exceptionally well this time, and the sect's resources can be tilted towards him."

They are all descendants of Guang Sheng, so it's not right for us to favor one over the other."

A hint of anger flashed in Chi Meizi's eyes.

"However, Yan Youtai handled the beast tide very poorly this time."

Hu Lei and Jiu Han could tolerate being attacked at their doorstep.

As one of the three main branches, Yan Youtai did not think about winning people's hearts, but actually wanted to abandon the masters in the sect!

"He betrayed the sect's true masters before even taking charge of Tianji Peak. What would he do if he did take charge?"

Tian Quezi fell into deep thought, feeling dissatisfied.

Fang Yi rallied various factions, jointly seizing the interests of Tiandaowu, and also dealt a blow to Biyuege. He used their strength against them, forming alliances and maneuvering against each other, and he did a truly brilliant job.

Yan Youtai's way of doing things was rather ordinary.

Do not!
None of them reached his bottom line.
Betraying one's fellow disciples is one thing.

When the Tianji Peak lineage handles important matters within the sect and plots against numerous enemies, it is inevitable that some cultivators will be sacrificed in exchange for greater benefits.

Tian Quezi was furious because a dignified master strategist should be able to plan and win battles from afar.

Yan Youtai sacrificed Xu Qingshe, ruining his own reputation, and gained absolutely no benefit from it.

They're only making money at a loss!

It wasn't easy for Tianji Peak to accumulate its foundation; its successors shouldn't be so extravagant.

Yan Youtai was, after all, a Core Formation True Person of Tianji Peak. After a moment's thought, Tian Quezi spoke.

"Senior Brother Red Eyebrows, I'll teach you a lesson once I get the platform."

"As for Fang Yi?"

Appreciation appeared in Tian Quezi's eyes.

The rightful successor of the Ancestral Hall lineage is Jin Dan Zhenren Zhang Hengyi. The legacy left by Huang Guangsheng is also inherited by Zhang Hengyi.

Fang Yi was able to force Tian Dao Wu to retreat, demonstrating that his methods and temperament were also first-rate.

A look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes as he spoke. "Using the third-tier spiritual medicine method to nourish one's cultivation, just like Senior Brother Guang Sheng back then."

Chi Meizi spoke up. "Junior Brother Tianque, there is still a batch of third-grade high-quality spirit wood in the sect's secret vault."

Fang Yimu, having cultivated the True Elixir of Wood and mastered the third-tier path of spiritual medicine, might very well attain the rank of Great True Person, just like his senior brother Guang Sheng.

"That Azure Sky Sandalwood?" Tian Quezi hesitated. This third-grade high-quality spiritual wood was something he had deliberately kept, and it wasn't even on the treasure vault's exchange list.

Only he and the two great masters, Chi Meizi, knew about it throughout the entire Xuan Yang Mountain.

If Yan Youtai were to establish meritorious service, he would bestow upon him a sacred wood to refine another treasure of cultivation techniques.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yi appeared out of nowhere and was admired so much by Chi Meizi.

"Senior Brother Chi Mei, you have already broken through to the middle level of the third rank in the Dao of Heavenly Secrets, and your natal treasure, the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams Plate, has also been refined with four treasure restrictions."

Fang Yi was ultimately only at the early stage of Core Formation.
"Giving him the azure sky, the blue robe, and the sandalwood robe is not as good as giving it to Zhang Hengyi; it would be the greatest benefit to the sect."

"Mid-grade third rank?" Chi Meizi pondered for a moment. Mid-grade third rank Celestial Masters were second only to Tian Que in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World.

He is more valuable than Fang Yi, which is enough for him to give Yan Youtai another chance.

Dadu Ancient City.

In Xuanji Courtyard, blue lotuses sway, orchids exude fragrance, and azure silk gauze hangs down in the waterside pavilion.

Yan Youtai looked at the Xuan Yang Guards who were prostrate on the ground and spoke.

"How about sending a visiting card to Xu Qingshe?"

Chu Xiang, dressed in a blue silk robe and covered with bronze armor, with a handsome face and head bowed, spoke cautiously.

Master Xu said, "Master is of noble character and has deep camaraderie among his fellow disciples. He is not worthy to associate with Master."

"Buzz!"

An invisible aura emanated, causing the lotus leaves behind the waterside pavilion to wither under its weight, and the Xuan Yang guards, prostrate on the ground, were drenched in sweat, their inner robes soaked through.

Chu Xiang felt bitter inside. If it weren't for Yan Youtai's recommendation, he really wouldn't have wanted to do such a thankless job.

Having served for many years, how could he not know his master's temperament?

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Time ticked by, and the Xuan Yang Guards in the waterside pavilion were on edge, their bodies trembling slightly.

"What? You think I would lay a hand on you?"

Yan Youtai chuckled softly, suppressing his anger.

The beast tide had only been over for half a year. He had offended Xu Qingshe first, and if it weren't for the appearance of the Demonic Path Grand Master, he would have been in serious trouble.

Xu Qingshe will inevitably be kidnapped by Lu Xiaozi. Given this grudge, it's normal for her to harbor resentment.

"Back off!"

Yan Youtai waved his hand slightly, his expression unreadable. "The visiting card has been delivered. May the Core Formation Realm cultivator enjoy a long and prosperous life."

As a divination master, Xu Qingshe can only ease the tension when she asks for his help.

A third-tier alchemist would also be of great use to him.

"Yes!" Chu Xiang bowed respectfully and slowly crawled away on his knees until he was outside the courtyard before standing up.

Yan Youtai held the communication jade talisman in his hand, and Tian Quezi spoke slowly and deliberately.

"A third-grade superior Azure Sky Sandalwood?"

"Master refined the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, and yet a spiritual object of this caliber remained?!"

"boom!"

A powerful aura emanated from the waterside pavilion. Yan Youtai's eyes flashed with coldness, his long hair danced wildly, and his aura was fierce.

"Fang Yi!
You dare to challenge me!

Outside the courtyard, Chu Xiang felt a pang of anxiety and, not daring to inquire further, quickly left.

Knowing his master's temperament, and having served him for many years, why would he willingly walk into the line of fire?

"Run! Run!"

With a smile on his lips, Chu Xiang moved swiftly, disappearing into the cave as a blur.

Today was not his turn to be on duty. He was stationed at Xuanji Academy, so even if Yan Youtai got angry, the Bone-Piercing Whip wouldn't hit him.

"Meet the Master!"

Inside the Xuanzhen Temple, Qian Junhe, wearing a jade crown and a purple-gold brocade robe, was filled with gratitude and tears streaming down his face.

Yesterday, the Thunder God bestowed a decree, opening the most core secret vault of the Treasure Pavilion to him.

This is something that Qian Huaijin, who had been in charge of Duobaoge for over sixty years, had not been able to accomplish.

The trust of the Core Formation cultivator was evident; within half a day, the attitudes of the remaining Foundation Establishment deacons in the Treasure Pavilion all changed drastically.

Qian Junhe knew that he was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and even though he had condensed a mid-grade Dao Foundation, he was still somewhat famous in Xuan Yang Mountain.

In the eyes of a Nascent Soul cultivator, they were nothing more than pawns and juniors. During the beast tide, not a single Nascent Soul cultivator from the ancient city perished.

There were dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators like him who had perished.

The reason why Master Hu Lei has such great power and influence is because of Fang Yi's reputation.

"Many thanks to the Sect Leader for helping me secure the position of Master of the Treasure Pavilion."

"It's also because you're so capable."

The secret vault is of utmost importance. Even if Senior Brother Hu Lei gave me some face, I wouldn't entrust such a crucial authority to a useless person.

Beside the lotus pond, Fang Yi leaned against the wooden bridge, scattering spirit rice in his hand, teasing the cloud-covered carp in the pond.

Looking at Qian Junhe, who was moved to tears and whose eyes were filled with reverence, he nodded slightly.

Now that Qian Junhe has been brought under his command and put in charge of important matters of the Duobao Pavilion, it is only right to bestow favors upon him to win over the hearts of the people.

Human nature is complex. Even if one's life and fortune are in the hands of others, the difference between a cultivator using only six-tenths of their power to deal with the situation vaguely and going all out is like heaven and earth.

"Nephew Qian, you've come at the right time. There's something I need you to do."

"Please give your orders, Sect Leader!" Qian Junhe said respectfully.

"I've recently hit a bottleneck in my cultivation of spiritual medicine, and I've become quite interested in ancient books and jade slips," Fang Yi said leisurely.

In reality, it was the dissemination of demonic lineage, which exhausted the remaining natal magic treasures of the cultivators.

It is difficult and time-consuming to age ordinary magical artifacts.

Now he needs jade slips and ancient books that are a few years old to make them look old and lower the cultivators' guard.

"This disciple will take care of it immediately!" Qian Junhe felt slightly relieved. After the puppet armor incident, Fang Yi had not given him any instructions for a long time.

He was genuinely worried that such a good backer would be betrayed by someone else, which would be a huge loss.

"Sect Leader, rest assured, this disciple will deliver the first batch of jade slips and ancient books within a week at most."

"Good! That's all for now." Fang Yi nodded slightly, a satisfied look on his face.

Qian Junhe was efficient in his work, and his push was worthwhile, resulting in the deaths of Xiao Lie's Foundation Establishment junior and several managers of Duobao Pavilion.

After leaving Xuanzhen Academy, Qian Junhe was already pondering where to search for ancient books and jade slips on the dilapidated stone path.

"With the acquisition by Duobao Pavilion alone, not many ancient books can be found in a week. The sect leader prefers the original texts, so many Foundation Establishment families and even those with false Core Formation bloodlines in this ancient city have suffered heavy losses."

"If we were to pay a visit and have a proper discussion, given the prestige of the owner of my Treasure Pavilion, we could certainly trade quite a few ancient books."

"In this way, we will owe many favors, but compared to the kindness shown to the sect leader, it is nothing more than a small favor."

Qian Junhe knew what was going on, and his pace suddenly quickened.

An hour later.

Inside the Treasure Pavilion, young servants in blue robes, each with a specially made storage bag slung over their waist, hurried about like birds and beasts, scattering into the various markets and small Qi-cultivation families of the ancient city.

Qian Junhe straightened his headdress, a satisfied look on his face.

"I almost forgot about Qi Refining cultivators. Even if a cultivator who can establish himself in Dadu Ancient City has not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage, he still has some foundation."

The ancient books I possess, the inheritance I obtained by chance—who knows, they might contain what Master Fangyi needs.

He took out an ancient scroll, which showed pavilions, towers, and the cave dwellings of various families and cultivators in the ancient city.

As his fingertips traced the pavilion marked with the character 'Zhao,' Qian Junhe transformed into a golden beam of light.

"Let's start with the Zhao family of Zifu."

Although this family lacks a pseudo-Dan master to oversee it, its lineage is ancient and no less than that of pseudo-Dan families.

Three days later.

A crimson streak of light flashed across the sky, and Xu Qingshe, with her flowing sleeves, stepped into the Xuanzhen Garden.

Looking at the handsome cultivator holding a book in the Eight Directions Pavilion, he teased, "Senior Brother Fang, what kind of bewitching potion did you give Qian Junhe?"

They all came to us in exchange for ancient books.

"Huh?" Fang Yi put away the ancient book in his hand. In just three days, Qian Junhe had delivered the first batch of jade slips and ancient books. He was really efficient.

He chuckled softly. "Perhaps he's grateful that I helped him ascend to the position of Master of the Treasure Pavilion."

There were many Foundation Establishment cultivators visiting Xuanzhen Academy today, and he wanted to show off his skills.

"That's true. If I had a mentor like my senior brother to support me when I was building my foundation, I would have gone all out just as hard."

Xu Qingshe strode into the Eight Directions Pavilion, lifted his robe, sat down casually, picked up the jade pot on the stone table, and drank it down.

"Gulu! Guru!"

With each heave of his Adam's apple, the aroma of medicine wafted through the air, and the tea in the jade pot was quickly emptied.

"happy!"

Feeling the cool and soothing sensation in his soul, the explosive anger in his chest dissipated, and Xu Qingshe exclaimed in admiration, "Senior Brother's medicinal tea is truly to my liking!"

"Tian Quezi from the sect sent a message, requesting that I return to Xuan Yang Mountain within the year."

"Within the year?"

Fang Yi seemed to be deep in thought, his divine sense sweeping over Xu Qingshe, sensing her pure magical power.

"Green Snake, have you finished refining the pills that conceal the quality of your pills?"
The cultivators in this sect are not so easy to deal with, especially Tian Quezi, a second or third-tier high-grade Celestial Mystery Master, whose methods are unpredictable and unfathomable.

"This concealing and aura-concealing elixir has been refined and nurtured by my secret pill-nurturing technique. In another six months, it will be ready to be produced."

Xu Qingshe looked grateful. "I must thank you, Senior Brother, for eliminating my great enemy and ensuring that the title of Fire Dao Golden Core cultivator is firmly established above Bi Yanzi."

"Unfortunately, we were unable to capture Chen Yuhua, a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator wielding a weapon of destruction."

He is already a great figure like the Great Cloud Sect Master, and it is difficult for anyone other than a Great Master to suppress him. Fang Yi's eyes showed regret. If he could get his hands on the Netherfire Sword, it would complement the Crimson Yin perfectly.

"Senior brother, Green Snake has come to visit on important business!" Xu Qingshe patted his storage bag, and a silver spiritual light flowed as an ancient feng shui compass shot out.

As the compass rotates, the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches runes glow with spiritual light, and the Feng Shui energy gathers, transforming into a map of the earth's veins.

“During my senior brother’s seclusion, I went to the Burial Soul Abyss. The earth veins there changed, and as I mentioned before, the power of the magic restriction was weakened.”

If there's nothing else, we should set off to explore the Abyss of Souls as soon as possible.

"The Abyss of Burial Souls?"

There was a gleam in Fang Yi's eyes.

More than 1,200 years ago, the Burial Soul Abyss was home to a fourth-order spiritual vein and was the only fourth-order sect in the Great Cloud Dynasty, the Green Wood Palace.

Later, the Nascent Soul True Monarch of Qingmu Palace fought with a fourth-order demon lord in the Ten Thousand Mountains, causing the spiritual veins to rupture and the sect's lineage to be severed.

Among them are traces of fourth-order wood-type spiritual objects, which is also a great opportunity.

Fang Yi hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"This matter should be addressed sooner rather than later. After the battle against the beast tide, both the human race's Core Formation cultivators and the demon race's third-tier demon kings are in seclusion, digesting what they have learned."

"Junior brother, give me half a day. After I've finished explaining things to my disciple, you and I will go to the Burial Soul Abyss."

Most importantly, Gu Jiushang sent a message saying that Lu Xiaozi was seriously injured after breaking through to the seventh level of Core Formation.

He will be in seclusion for several years to heal his injuries, consolidate his cultivation, and prevent his realm from slipping.

There were no Great True Person level human or demon cultivators hunting in Sudu Mountain. With a mid-grade third-tier corpse puppet in hand, and with the help of Qi Jie and Xu Qingshe, Fang Yi had no danger to his life even if he encountered Chen Yuhua wielding the Netherfire Sword.

Half a day later.

The bright moon hangs high, its pure white light spilling down, swaying the vigorous bamboo branches, casting long, graceful shadows.

Inside the Xuanzhen Academy, two invisible beams of light rose and silently departed.

Within the escaping light, seeing Xu Qingshe's face filled with reminiscence, Fang Yi spoke.

"Junior Brother Xu, is there something you haven't told me yet?"

Thinking of the visiting card in the cave, Xu Qingshe shook her head slightly.

"The important matters that needed to be explained have already been explained by Green Snake. The rest are just trivial matters that don't need to be bothered with."

Senior Brother Fang, let me first tell you about the dangers of the Burial Soul Abyss.

The Danyang Cave was filled with the fragrance of medicinal herbs. This cave was allocated by Master Hu Lei from the sect's public property when he saw that Xu Qingshe had nowhere to stay after condensing her elixir.

Yan Youtai, dressed in a Bagua robe and holding a nine-wood dragon staff, politely rang the doorbell.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

A melodious bell rang, and the boy with his hair tied in a bun opened the heavy door to both sides.

"Huang Liangqiao greets Master Yan!" The young man was startled and quickly bowed respectfully.

"Huang Liangqiao?" Yan Youtai didn't care much about Huang Liangqiao, who was just a Qi Refining cultivator, and he spoke up.

Where is your husband?

"Master went to Sudu Mountain to search for medicinal herbs," Huang Liangqiao said.

Yan Youtai closed his eyes slightly and asked, "Did he inform you that a distinguished guest was visiting, or leave a letter or jade slip?"

After careful consideration, Huang Liangqiao spoke cautiously.

"No."

"No?!"

Yan Youtai's face was gloomy. Even though Yan Youtai had already given in so readily, Xu Qingshe showed him no mercy whatsoever.

"Ha, you have quite the temper!"

He murmured to himself, then chuckled softly, his expression gentle and refined, as he took out a silver token from his sleeve.

"Since Junior Brother Xu is so busy, I will not disturb you any longer."

"Nephew Huang, wait for Junior Brother Xu to return and hand him the token, saying that I have important matters to discuss with him."

A quarter of an hour later.

The gate closed again.

Huang Liangqiao curled his lip and casually tossed the token into the lotus pond, startling several spirit fish.

"Pretentious!"
The master had already instructed that Yan Youtai was cunning and treacherous, and that all the items sent should be confined to the forbidden areas.

Huang Liangqiao took out a red talisman from his sleeve, activated his magic power, and the talisman ignited and transformed into a magic seal.

"Wow!"

As the seal descended, water splashed everywhere, and runes flowed in the lotus pond, transforming into chains that completely sealed the token.

One month later.

Looking out over the desolate mountain range, the abyss, thousands of feet wide and bottomless, resembled an ancient, gaping maw, awe-inspiring and terrifying.

A hazy aura lingered, with dark ancient vines, crimson spiritual flowers, and gnarled, ghostly mushrooms appearing and disappearing.

"arrive!"

As the spiritual light dissipated, Xu Qingshe's expression turned solemn as he sensed the chilling aura of the Burial Soul Abyss.

"Senior Brother Fang, that ruin is in a hidden place in the abyss."

Fang Yi's eyes gleamed with spiritual light, and the phantom of a six-pointed plum blossom appeared as he sensed the two remaining energies within the abyss, which had endured for thousands of years.

he sighed.

"Moving mountains and overturning seas, his magical power is boundless. He truly deserves to be called a Nascent Soul True Monarch. After 1,200 years, he still has such residual energy."

Xu Qingshe's eyes also held longing. "Twelve hundred years ago, when Burial Soul Abyss was still the residence of Qingmu Palace, it could be called Canghuai Mountain."

The mountain is three thousand feet high, where heroes gather, cultivators are as numerous as clouds, and true immortals emerge in great numbers.

Could a battle between Nascent Soul True Monarchs truly destroy the Azure Wood Palace, leaving behind such ruins?

From within the bronze ring, 'Old Chen' spoke leisurely, offering guidance. 'Judging from these ruins, the last Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Azure Wood Palace was no weakling among those of the same level.'
"Young Xu, be careful what you do."

"Let's go!" Fang Yi waved his sleeve, summoning the Azure Water Ancient Map to create ripples that protected him, and stepped into the misty gray fog.

“Junior Brother Xu, you and I have both condensed our Golden Cores, and our foundations are profound.”

"With unwavering resolve and persistent pursuit, one day you will reach the Nascent Soul realm."

"Senior brother, be careful of this gray mist. Not only does it contain the aura of resentment and death, but it also harbors deep-seated poison that can corrode magical treasures and artifacts invisibly."

Xu Qingshe quickly tried to dissuade him, saying, "Junior Brother suffered a great loss here last time."

"Poisonous mist?" Fang Yi held the Five Poison Cauldron in his hand, with insect-like spiritual patterns flowing around it and a faint medicinal fragrance rising from it.

"laugh!"

The fragrance of medicine neutralized the poisonous fog, and the ancient map of Bishui still shone with its precious light.

Xu Qingshe chuckled awkwardly. "I almost forgot that Senior Brother's medical skills are profound. This poisonous fog is like walking on flat ground to you."

He was astonished. If he could adjust spiritual poison at will, Senior Brother Fang was probably not far from being a mid-grade third-level spiritual healer.

'No!

I am merely proficient in the arts of spirit poisons.

Xu Qingshe could not hide his emotions, and Fang Yi knew what he was thinking as soon as his gaze fell upon him.

Three days later.

Deep within the Abyss of Burial Souls.

Across a hundred miles of dark, ancient pools, a crimson lotus takes root in the black, spiritual soil, swaying gracefully.

Fang Yi and Xu Qingshe restrained their auras and looked at the three hazy, beast-shaped phantoms surrounding Baolian.

Xu Qingshe spoke.

"Senior Brother Fang, this beast soul is the transformation of a fallen demon beast from the Burial Soul Abyss."

Although he was only at the quasi-third level of cultivation, with the help of the strange mist in the abyss, he could vaguely fight against a Core Formation True Person.

"My junior brother discovered this Crimson Flame Lotus a long time ago, but dared not make a move because of the three beast souls."

Fang Yi's eyes lit up as he sensed the dozen or so spirit-sealing jade boxes in his storage bag, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Xu Qingshe is skilled in feng shui, which greatly benefits his ability to find spiritual objects and precious medicines.

Having been here for only three days, he has already gained a great deal, even without any third-grade spiritual herbs.

In particular, the two near-third-tier Poison Dragon Lotus plants are of extremely high quality, faintly approaching third-tier quality.

(End of this chapter)