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

Chapter 694 The Spirit Puppet Makes a Move, the Disciple is Calculated

"Junior Brother Xu, I have successfully completed my mission!"

Fang Yi spread his five fingers, and a primordial flame the size of an egg, glowing with a crimson light, danced in his palm like a ghostly shadow.

He pushed out his palm, and a cyan light wrapped in cinnabar fire floated out.

"Haha, thank you for your trouble, senior brother!"

Xu Qingshe swept the elixir fire over and saw that the source was pure and rich, and was overjoyed.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up. The natal fire of those who cultivate the path of Netherfire is almost extinct in the Great Cloud.

I didn't have high hopes for the third-tier Netherfire.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yi actually managed to seize the pill fire without suffering any loss to its origin.

If he misses out on the Crimson Beauty, who knows when he will be able to find the true fire of the Yin-Yang Path and cultivate the [Heaven and Earth Furnace Method].

"disease!"

The furnace of heaven and earth was surrounded by crimson light, and many illusory figures, such as fire crows, vermilion phoenixes, and crimson dragons, appeared, lifelike.

The suction force comes from the furnace mouth, swirling like a vortex, drawing the alchemical fire into the furnace and suppressing it.

"Buzz!"

The furnace of heaven and earth trembled incessantly, and the crimson gold runes formed chains that pierced through the dark flames, into which pure fire elemental power poured.

'With this source of Netherfire, combined with the assistance of Wood Element and Golden Silk Charcoal, Yin and Yang are harmonized, and fire is generated from wood.'

'The time required to advance a mid-grade magic weapon using the Heaven and Earth Furnace can be reduced by 50%.'

Xu Qingshe resolutely said, "Elder Chen, I wish to cultivate that wondrous method."

The bronze ring glowed faintly, and 'Old Chen' looked solemn as he spoke in a deep voice.

'Young Xu, have you thought this through? Even with the help of Chi Yan Ji's natal fire to harmonize Yin and Yang...'

Practicing the [Burning Flame Technique] is also quite dangerous. The soul is eroded by the heat and dryness, and if not handled properly, it can pollute the foundation of one's being.
The already arduous path to Nascent Soul cultivation became even narrower.

"Elder Chen, it's too late to play it safe now," Xu Qingshe said gravely. "In terms of fighting skills, what does Elder Chen think of me?"

Old Chen's soul was hazy, his consciousness wandering. "As for combat skills, you cultivate the [Heaven and Earth Furnace Method], refining the rare and precious flames of heaven and earth."

After condensing the Fire Dao Golden Core, one can cultivate the Nine Dragons Refining Realm Mystic Method and fight against those in the mid-stage of Core Formation.

Although victory is impossible, saving one's life by paying some price is not difficult.
With such profound knowledge and skills, one could roam freely throughout the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World without encountering the sect leaders of Heavenly Blade Valley, Joyful Union Sect, or White Bone Sect.

'How does he compare to Senior Brother Fang Yi?' Xu Qingshe asked, her gaze deep and unfathomable.

"Hmm," Elder Chen pondered for a few breaths before speaking. "Fang Yi has condensed the Golden Core of the Wood Glory Dao and has also cultivated the Dao of Spiritual Medicine. His vitality is abundant and his magical power is enduring."

If he were to encounter a True Immortal in the mid-stage of Core Formation as an enemy.

"Old Chen" chuckled. "He can't defeat a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, but even a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator can't do anything to him."

With another demonic pet skilled in formations, he would already be a first-rate figure in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World.

You're a cut above Xu Xiaozhi.

Unfortunately, the Wood Dao healer was not skilled in combat, and Fang Yi had no offensive weapons.

'But Brother Fang, this old crow has been around for years.'

'Through years of cultivation, they've begun preparing their trump cards. The situation after this great cloud will undoubtedly change drastically, and the consequences will be extremely perilous.'

Xu Qingshe felt a pang of sympathy. If Fang Yi hadn't repeatedly reminded him, he wouldn't have made the decision to risk cultivating the [Burning Flame Technique].

'Hmm, that makes sense.'

Before the autumn wind rises, the cicadas sense it; before the undercurrent rises, the tortoises know it.

Since that old tortoise Fang Yi has made so many preparations, Green Snake, you have done nothing wrong.

Old Chen's attitude changed drastically. "Cultivating the [Burning Flame Technique] carries the danger of the soul being eroded by fiery heat."

But it's still better than lacking the necessary skills and dying at the hands of others.

Holding the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner, Fang Yi, on a whim, caused the ancient runes evolved from the [Searching Heaven and Earth True Method] within his soul to surge with light.

He touched his nose, his gaze unconsciously falling on Xu Qingshe's index finger.

'Is this old monster trying to smear me again?'

"Ok?"

Fang Yi's expression suddenly changed as he turned his head and looked into the depths of the Burial Abyss.

"not good!
"Junior Brother Xu, let's go!"

"Want to leave?!"

Within the Abyss of Burial Souls, crimson ghostly energy surged and yin energy billowed, while a long bridge of white bones was surrounded by eerie light, illuminating a hundred miles around.

"You thief, you stole my elixir and you still want to leave? Leave your life behind!"

Above the long bridge of white bones, the Crimson-Eyed Ghost King, wearing a Xuan Yin crown and a beast-skin robe, rapidly spun the skull prayer beads in his hand.

His chilling gaze locked onto Xu Qingshe like a wild beast, while ghostly figures loomed over the Youluo Bridge, and underworld runes flowed around them.

"A Thousand Miles of Soul Locking!"

The surging power of divine consciousness descended like shackles, sealing off all directions and entangled Fang Yi and Xu Qingshe.

"Jie! Jie! Jie!"

The mournful, plaintive wails of ghosts stirred up the dark, ghostly energy within the Burial Soul Abyss.

Before the person arrived, the sound preceded it; a ghostly claw, both divine and demonic, struck down with a palm.

"die!"

"A Ghost King at the level of a Sect Master?!" Xu Qingshe's expression changed drastically.

"Such a ghost exists in the Abyss of Burial Souls!"

The Crimson-Eyed Ghost King, with a cultivation level of the sixth stage of Core Formation, stood on the Netherworld Bridge.

With the advantage of the location of the Burial Soul Abyss, his aura increased by three points, and he was able to fight against the sect leader who possessed a top-grade magic weapon without losing a single point.

A sense of despair welled up in his heart.

How could the Crimson-Eyed Ghost King, with his cultivation level, be compared to the Crimson Beauty Princess?
'escape!
Must escape!
Once entangled by the Ghost King, one is destined to die without a burial place.

Xu Qingshe suppressed the despair in his heart, his divine soul surging wildly, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Old Chen, we're going to fight to the death!"

There is no other choice now that things have come to this.
A Thousand-Mile Soul-Locking Technique at the level of a Grandmaster? How could such a ghost exist in the Burial Soul Abyss?!

The bronze ring shone brightly, and 'Old Chen' looked worried. Xu Qingshe had already depleted his core essence and suffered a great loss of vitality after throwing Chi Yanji into the Yellow Sand Formation.

Using the power of the elixir, he could only recover 30% of his magical power before burning his own essence to fight for his life.
Their elixir quality and cultivation level are likely to both plummet.

Xu Qing's lips moved rapidly.

"Senior Brother Fang, you go first. I have a trump card that can stop this Ghost King."

"And then the source is greatly damaged?" Fang Yi frowned slightly.

"It's better to have our source severely damaged than for us to both perish here!" Xu Qingshe said anxiously as the Azure Ghost Claw was within reach.

"Senior brother, stop dawdling, if you don't leave now..."

"what?!"

"boom!"

Fang Yi's robes fluttered in the wind, his abyss-like figure towering and majestic. Amidst the swirling blue mist, a ten-foot-long red-tailed scorpion spirit puppet was summoned.

The tail hook shimmered with brilliant firelight, leaving behind numerous afterimages.

"laugh!"

A crimson afterimage fell, and the scorpion's stinger flashed past, piercing through the ghostly claws of the vengeful spirit.

A muffled groan was faintly heard, and the power that had locked onto the two people's souls was also torn open.

What are you standing there for?
"Aren't you leaving yet!"

Seeing Xu Qingshe's stunned expression, Fang Yi reached out and grabbed her wrist.

His brow was burning with essence blood, and a scarlet light enveloped the two of them as they fled rapidly towards the outside of the Burial Abyss.

Blood escape technique!

A Ghost King at the level of a Sect Master is no ordinary Core Formation cultivator; defeating a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator head-on would not be difficult for him.

Even the Crimson-Eyed Ghost King, who easily defeated the Crimson Beauty, needed to devise a elaborate plan.

This Crimson-Eyed Ghost King is far beyond the capabilities of Fang Yi and Xu Qingshe, both in the early stages of Core Formation.
"call out!"

A crimson beam shot down, the Netherworld Bridge stretched out, and the Crimson-Eyed Ghost King emerged seemingly slowly but actually swiftly.

A pale, luminous light emanated from his slender index finger as he crushed it down.

"Oh!"

The crimson light and the pale white aura clashed, but ultimately the light ran out of steam and dissipated into specks of fire a few breaths later.

"The Great Master?"

The Crimson-Eyed Ghost King frowned slightly, watching the departing blood-red light with apprehension. Runes flowed beneath his feet on the Netherworld Bridge as he descended to the mouth of the Burial Soul Abyss, gazing at Fang Yi and Xu Qingshe.

"No, this attack lacked the power of a Great Master."

They barely reached the level of the leaders of various sects by relying on external aids.

They are even weaker than those two from the Hehuan Sect and the Heavenly Blade Dwelling.

In the blink of an eye, the Blood Escape had vanished into the horizon, and a faint, eerie light flickered in the eyes of the Crimson-Eyed Ghost King.

"I am refining a magical artifact and cannot leave the Abyss of Soul Burial for long, so I have allowed you juniors to escape this calamity."
There is ample time"

Within the crimson light, Xu Qing's eyes widened in shock. 'Senior Brother Fang actually possessed such a trump card?!'

'Old Chen' was delighted, but said calmly, 'This is the kind of longevity cultivator who has condensed a golden core.'

Like a hibernating bear or a turtle in the water, they may seem harmless, but in reality, they are always ready to strike.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to reveal any trump card.

However, no matter how wealthy Fang Yi is, he has very few trump cards left.

Old Chen muttered to himself, for he had fallen on hard times in the Central Continent, but he was also a man of great experience and knowledge.

How could someone in the early stages of Core Formation possess such a trump card?

It's definitely not as he said; Shouxiu doesn't have such a foundation.

He murmured to himself, 'Though tigers and leopards lurk in the deep mountains, and unicorns hide in the fields.'

But there are too many strange things in this remote place, Dayun.

Sensing the spirit coffin in his dantian, riddled with cracks and swirling with crimson light, Fang Yi's expression turned grave.

One of the three strikes has already been completed.

A mid-grade, third-tier Ghost King?

Zhu Tong, we have a long future ahead of us.

The Crimson-Tailed Scorpion Spirit Puppet is at the peak of the middle grade of the third rank, just one step away from the upper grade of the third rank.

If they hadn't encountered the Crimson-Eyed Ghost King, this would have been enough to serve as a life-saving trump card.

'With the demon tide receding and Deer Demon Child in charge, hunting third-tier demon kings will be difficult.' Fang Yi's expression was solemn as his mind raced.

'Let's see when the demonic lineage within Sudu Mountain will attract the leader of the White Bone Sect.'

The next day, the silver moon hung high in the sky, and countless stars twinkled.

A streak of azure light flashed across the sky and landed atop a towering mountain peak.

The wooden blade sliced ​​through the air, blood splattering everywhere, and a mid-grade second-tier fire-patterned leopard was killed.

Fang Yi emerged from the spiritual light, his sleeves fluttering, a gentle breeze blowing.

Blades of wind struck the mountainside, shattering vines and splitting the stone walls.

In a few breaths, a stone chamber began to take shape.

He spoke up. "Xiao Qi has set up an array to conceal the aura."

From the pet pouch, a cute, silvery-white little beast leaped out, its dark eyes darting around.

Lifted by demonic clouds, Xiao Qi exhaled spiritual light, and a gourd-shaped magic weapon appeared and disappeared.

"call!"

The Earth-Earth Treasure Gourd swallowed and spat out spiritual sand, brown mist rolled and swirled, a mountain and river array unfolded, array patterns flowed amidst flying sand and rolling stones, and the array formation took shape in a small space.

"Junior Brother Xu, I have lost a lot of energy using the Blood Escape Technique and need to recuperate for a while."

Fang Yi's face was pale, and behind him, the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner fluttered, with wisps of the life force of the Yi Wood hanging down.

As he inhaled and exhaled, he continuously refined the life force of the Yi Wood element, replenishing his damaged vital energy.

"Afterwards, I also went to Black Abyss Island and took away a descendant of Dacheng."

This place is far from the Burial Abyss, and the Crimson-Eyed Ghost King has not pursued us. We are now safe.

If Junior Brother Xu has other important matters to attend to, he may leave on his own.

"Senior brother, I also need to go into seclusion to refine the Netherfire and take pills to restore my vitality."

But a descendant of the Great Cheng bloodline?
"Which one is favored by Senior Brother?" Xu Qingshe asked with curiosity. He had also heard of Fan Dacheng's reputation as a Black Abyss stallion.

He single-handedly built a thriving family.

To prevent the iron pestle from being ground into a needle, Fan Dacheng secretly asked him to refine a lot of medicines, including the Rejuvenating Yang Pill, the Yuan-Boosting Liquid, and the Golden Cabinet Kidney Qi Powder.

To satisfy Fan Dacheng's request, he also searched for many ancient elixirs.

"Senior Brother Fang wants to take on a disciple?"
What talent must one possess to have caught the eye of your senior brother?

"Fan Deye has a top-grade golden spiritual root and is also exceptionally talented in divination," Fang Yi said with a smile, quite satisfied with Fan Deye.

Before leaving the ancient city of Dadu, Fan Deye wrote a letter, saying that he had faintly touched the middle level of the first rank in the Dao of Heavenly Secrets.

With this level of progress, it is hoped that he will break through to the third level of the Divination Dao in the future.

"A top-grade golden spiritual root, and exceptional talent in divination?" Xu Qing's eyes revealed envy.

A superior-grade golden spiritual root is one thing, but for a Core Formation cultivator who wants to take on a disciple, a superior-grade spiritual root is merely the basic requirement.

Only those with exceptional divination talent are truly rare.

Those cultivators skilled in divination are all people with ever-changing minds.

With Fang Yi's support, achieving a mid-grade Dao Foundation is not difficult, and it is highly likely that he will become another successor with the potential to condense the core.

Ten days later

Black Abyss Island.

In the rustic courtyard, green bamboo sways and the crimson leaves of the jujube trees form a continuous expanse.

As the crimson sunlight fell, the gaunt old man lightly tapped his fingertips, and a water mirror about ten feet in size floated in the air.

He gazed at the elderly man in the mirror, whose face was covered in fine lines and whose temples were streaked with gray, and sighed softly.

"My lifespan is almost over"
Qingsong passed away peacefully, Senior Sister Yang went into seclusion, and Senior Brother Xu successfully condensed his elixir.

In the blink of an eye, time has passed, and my journey is coming to an end.

Fan Dacheng gave a wry smile. "I only hope that the younger generation will be successful and preserve the Fan family business."

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

Hurried footsteps approached, and a handsome young man in a brocade robe, looking anxious, stepped out from the bluestone path.

"Father, something terrible has happened!"

Fan Dacheng looked at his eldest son, who was the most promising among them, his expression slightly grim, and reprimanded him, "You must remain calm in times of great importance."

How did your father teach you?
Even if Mount Tai collapses before him, he remains unmoved; even if a deer leaps to his left, he does not blink!

"With such carelessness, how can I entrust the Fan family's legacy to you after my father passes away?"

Fan Yong, with a jade pendant at his waist, exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing the urgency in his heart.

His expression was calm and composed as he spoke.

"Father, a fake Core Formation Master from the Zhou family has come to our door, bringing his juniors, wanting to test Deye's mastery of the Dao of Heavenly Secrets."

"The Zhou family?!"

"A fake Dan Master?!" Fan Dacheng's expression turned grave.

The Fan family has a shallow foundation, with only him and Fan Yong among the Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Don't say that a fake elixir has been delivered to your door by a true immortal.

Even a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator is not someone the Fan family can afford to offend.

"Yong'er, can you find out why the Zhou family came to our door and made things difficult for my small family?"

Fan Yong hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I've heard that it's Zhou Qian, a junior disciple of the Zhou family, who is exceptionally talented in divination."

He became a disciple of Master Yan Youtai, but heard that Deye refused to become his disciple.

He volunteered to come to Black Abyss Island to avenge his master.

"Hoo!" Fan Dacheng exhaled a breath of stale air, his face grim.

"They've come with ill intentions!"

"Yong'er, go to Dadu Ancient City immediately to find your Uncle-Master Fang. I'll go to the island to visit True Person Qingfeng and stop the Zhou family's fake elixir."

"Father, the journey to the ancient city is long, and I'm afraid we won't have enough time to find Master Fang."

Fang Yong gritted his teeth and said, "Why not have Deye go into seclusion and refuse to fight?"

"No!" Fan Dacheng's face hardened. "Now that the Zhou family has come, we cannot refuse them."
With Yan Youtai as his backer, Qingfeng Zhenren could at most stop the Zhou family from obtaining fake pills.

The rest depends on Deye.

(End of this chapter)