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

Chapter 695 Da Cheng Seeks Help, True Man Bullies the Weak

Black Abyss Island, Hurricane Cliff, where howling winds are like steel knives scraping bones.

On the rugged path, layers of golden light emanated from Fan Dacheng's withered body, like a golden bell inverted, suppressing the bone-scraping hurricane.

Feeling the pure yet spiritual power of the wind spirit, he felt envy in his eyes.

"After much hard work, True Person Qingfeng finally obtained this near-third-tier spiritual land by gathering wind and spirit."

A cultivator with a wind-elemental root will be ten percent stronger than a cultivator in the same level upon resuming cultivation.

Fan Dacheng focused his energy in his dantian, and his voice, like a booming bell, resounded throughout the entire Hurricane Cliff.

"Senior Brother Jing, Fan Dacheng needs to see you."

At the top of Hurricane Cliff, Jing Shaohong sat on a Dharma platform cushion, instructing his three disciples.

"Ok?"

With a light tap of his fingertips, the water gathered, and the azure ripples flowed, transforming into a mirror that captured the image.

"Fan Dacheng?"

What business does he have with his master?

Jing Shaohong raised an eyebrow and addressed the robust young disciples below the altar.

"Ji Qi, you take your two junior brothers to the bottom of the cliff and bring Fan Dacheng here. Keep your temper in check and treat Fan Dacheng well."

“Master, Fan Dacheng is only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, his lifespan is almost over, and his future is ruined.”

"You've already entered the late stage of Foundation Establishment, why be so polite?" Ji Qi curled his lip and said disdainfully.

"Fan Dacheng's vital energy was withered and decayed, his skin was rotten and his flesh was emaciated, and he had one foot in the grave."

He's not even as good as a disciple!

Jing Shaohong looked at his spirited and talented disciple with a loving expression in his eyes.

Having reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, one possesses profound magical power and has perfected one of the three treasures: essence, qi, and spirit, including the qi treasure.

It is hoped that a mid-grade Dao foundation can be established before the age of fifty.

He is the most outstanding disciple among the younger generation of Hurricane Cliff on Black Abyss Island.

But the more this is the case, the more we must not be ignorant of our own limitations.

He began to reprimand.

“He speaks without restraint. Junior Brother Fan has made great contributions to Black Abyss Island. Since he has come to visit, I must treat him well.”

"What contributions could Fan Yong and Fan Dacheng, both in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, possibly make to the Fan family of Changle Prefecture?"

Ji Qi shook his head slightly. "Master, I am your direct disciple, why hide it?"

"Fine!" Jing Shaohong pinched his brow, saying helplessly. "You little rascal, if I don't tell you my background, you're going to get me into big trouble."
Do you know why Black Abyss Island was able to establish itself amidst the demon tide?

"It was because all the cultivators risked their lives and worked together with one heart."

Moreover, his grandmaster, Master Qingfeng, possessed profound cultivation. Together with Master Zidian of the Cao family, they repelled the quasi-third-tier minor demon king, thus calming the demon tide. Ji Qi's eyes revealed a look of longing.

Jing Shaohong spoke up.

"Black Abyss Island is not the only place with fake Core Formation cultivators in charge."

The Feng family of Jiuzhi Mountain, the Sui family of Wugou Cliff, and the Yuan family of Bizegou, all with fake alchemists in charge, also suffered heavy losses.
Ji Qi, what do you think?

"That's because the three families with fake pills are no match for Ancestor Qingfeng and the combined forces of True Person Zidian from the Cao family!"

Ji Qi's face flushed, and he spoke excitedly. "If it weren't for Ancestor Qingfeng defeating Huo Changhu and True Man Zidian stopping Qingya Tading Elephant..."

If these two near-third-tier demonic beasts are allowed to wreak havoc, the cultivators of Black Abyss Island will suffer a truly horrific fate.

Jing Shaohong shook his head slightly and said, "Master Qingfeng and Uncle Zidian's actions were arranged by others."

Long before the beast tide began, the Lord of Black Abyss Island had already made all the necessary arrangements.

"The Lord of Black Abyss Island?" Ji Qi looked puzzled. He had been a disciple of the Hurricane Cliff lineage for ten years and had never heard of such a top figure on Black Abyss Island.

"The lineage of the Lord of Black Abyss Island did not leave behind only Feng Yuanzheng, that Foundation Establishment cultivator."
He's only barely established a mid-grade Dao Foundation, at the early stage of Foundation Establishment; how could he possibly cause such a great event?

“Not Feng Yuanzheng’s junior apprentice.” Jing Shaohong said quietly, a look of reminiscence on his face.

“Junior Nephew Feng is nothing more than your Uncle Fang Yi’s most worthless fifth disciple.”

He had four senior brothers above him, except for Chu Jing, who was unlucky and perished in the beast tide.

The remaining three have all established a mid-grade Dao foundation, becoming Foundation Establishment Masters, and will enjoy a lifespan of four Jiazi (60 years).

And each of them is no less capable than their teacher.

"Fang Yi?" Ji Qi's pupils dilated in shock. "Is that the third-tier medical master from Dadu Ancient City, and the sect leader of my Xuan Yang Mountain?"

"Hmm." Jing Shaohong nodded. "Ji'er, you've only been my disciple for ten years."

Having spent most of his time cultivating in the cliffs and rarely interacting with other cultivators, it's understandable that he wouldn't know about this.

The older cultivators on Black Abyss Island all know about this.

"It's a pity that Senior Brother Fang has been gone for twenty-three years and has never returned to Black Abyss Island."

More than ten years ago, his three disciples, Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and Li Heng, went to Dadu Ancient City to fight against the demon tide.

Only Feng Yuanzheng remained.

Jing Shaohong's face showed regret. "If Senior Brother Fang Yi were to be stationed on Black Abyss Island..."

"Are we merely going to hold our positions and defend?"

"And Fan Dacheng, I heard, is a close friend of Fang Yi."

Although the truth is unknown, the Fan family's influence on Black Abyss Island is quite significant.

But Senior Brother Fang Yi did not refute it.

Whether it's the Cao family or my own lineage from Hurricane Cliff, they all give the Fan family some face.

"Master, this disciple will go and receive Uncle-Master Fan immediately!"

Ji Qi suddenly stood up and hurried away.

Although he was younger, he knew what a great figure Fang Yi, the leader of Xuan Yang Mountain, was.

Such a powerful figure could be crushed dozens of times with a single finger.

Look at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face.

Even if there was only a sliver of a chance, he was unwilling to offend Fang Yi because of Fan Dacheng.

Below Hurricane Cliff, a blue light descended, and Ji Qi held the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl in his hands, a smile on his face.

"Uncle-Master Fan, Master has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come with me."

Fan Dacheng felt a pang in his heart. Ji Qi relied on Qingfeng Zhenren's favor, but had never taken the Fan family seriously.

Now their attitude has changed drastically.

'For Brother Fang's sake?'

He regretted that he hadn't left Qingzhilou in his early years, founded the Fan family of Changle Valley, and followed Fang Yi all along.

Even if their cultivation hadn't progressed at all, the Fan family wouldn't have fallen to this state, with only Fan Yong, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, managing to support them.

Fan Dacheng smiled, his manners were polite, and he showed no arrogance whatsoever.

He knew perfectly well that human relationships were as thin as paper, and would fade as his lifespan drew to a close.

The next generation of the Fan family has gradually drifted away from Fang Yi and can no longer climb to his level.

Even if Fan Deye becomes Fang Yi's disciple, whether he can gain Fang Yi's favor will make a world of difference.

'Deye has become Brother Fang's disciple, hoping to continue this family tradition.'

"I trouble you, my nephew Ji, to lead the way for me!"

Ji Qi was well-mannered, gentle and refined, and his speech was always pleasant.

"It's nothing, Uncle Fan. I've been a bit arrogant in the past, so I hope you'll forgive me."

Fan Dacheng felt as if he were basking in a spring breeze, recalling the suffering Fan Yong had endured under Ji Qi's command.

He smiled bitterly in his mind.

Ji Qi wasn't arrogant; rather, the Fan family benefited from Fang Yi's influence, except for him.

The remaining cultivators, even those who had established their Dao foundations, were not considered human in Ji Qi's eyes.
A quarter of an hour later.

Hurricane Cliff Top.

Fan Dacheng bent his knees slightly and knelt down with a thud. "Uncle-Master Qingfeng, please save me!"

"Why so?"

Master Qingfeng, Zuo Ziheng, wore a plain white robe embroidered with several red-crowned cranes.

Even without activating any magical power, a gentle breeze still blew around him.

His face showed great surprise. He flicked his whisk and used a gentle force to help Fan Dacheng up.

"Nephew Fan, there's no need for such a grand gesture!"
"Since we are fellow disciples, let's speak frankly. I, Zuo, will do my best to assist you."

Others are unaware of Fang Yi's background.

As Huang Guangsheng's disciple, Zuo Ziheng was well-informed and knew Fang Yi's power. Fan Dacheng had followed Fang Yi in his early years in Fengling Immortal City, helping him establish the Qingzhi Tower.

He is the master of the Examination Hall of Fengling Immortal City.

Seeing Fan Dacheng being forcibly helped up, Zuo Ziheng waved his hand and ordered Ji Qi to brew some spiritual tea to properly entertain the guest.

"Ji Qi, go to the inner room and fetch the newly acquired Jade Leaf Sparrow Tongue tea. Brew it with the water from the nourishing spring in the mountain."

"Yes, Grandmaster!" Ji Qi bowed and went to the inner room.

Even their own grandmaster gave them face, saying that this Jade Leaf Sparrow Tongue was brought by the Feng family patriarch from Jiuzhi Mountain during his last visit.

They didn't receive such treatment.

Fan Dacheng accepted the teacup and said, "Thank you, Nephew Ji."

“It is only right, Uncle Fan, you don’t need to take it to heart.” Looking at the attitude of the Patriarch Zuo Ziheng, Ji Qi’s heart tightened slightly.

The understanding of Fang Yi's position has become increasingly clear.

Ignoring the scalding heat, Fan Dacheng drank the tea in one gulp, speaking humbly.

"Uncle Zuo, Zhou Chaozhao, a True Person from the Zhou family of Junluo Mountain, has come to our door, intending to harm my juniors."

Please, someone save me!

“Zhou Chaozhao?” Zuo Ziheng frowned slightly. Xuan Yang Mountain was known as the Greater and Lesser Zhou families.

The Zhou family of Xiaoxuan Mountain, which controls the Duobaoge lineage, has a deep foundation, but no fake Dan Master is in charge.

The Great Zhou family is the lineage of Junluo Mountain, left behind by a Core Formation True Person from Xuanyang Mountain three hundred years ago.

Although there is no Core Formation Realm Master in charge now, there are three False Core Formation Realm Masters.

Zuo Ziheng spoke up. "Fellow Daoist Fan, where has your Fan family offended the three Daoist brothers of the Zhou family?"

"I still have some influence; I can speak on your behalf and offer some assistance."

He pondered in his heart.

If the matter Fan Dacheng mentioned is too troublesome, a delaying tactic can be used to avoid offending either side.

If it's just a small favor, then I'll do you a favor.

As a fake elixir master.

Even if one were to do a favor, it would be to Fang Yi, not Fan Dacheng.

In particular, Fan Dacheng made a mistake back then, leaving Fang Yi to establish his family in Chang Le Valley and continue his bloodline.

If Fan Dacheng were still Fang Yi's confidant, then he would have done Fang Yi a favor.

Fan Dacheng felt bitter inside, shattering his last shred of hope. Without Fang Yi's help, he had no face left in front of the fake Core Formation Master.

At this point, it's no longer a time to care about any remaining dignity.

“Uncle Zuo, I have a junior, Fan Deye, who has a superior gold spiritual root and excellent aptitude for divination.”

Nearly ten years ago, he was noticed by Master Yan Youtai, who wanted to take him as a disciple.

But I refused; now my son has become a disciple of Master Fang.

Fan Dacheng paused slightly before speaking, "Now, Zhou Qian, a descendant of the Zhou family, has become a disciple of Master Yan."

He wanted to compete with Deye in divination skills.

If it were just a contest of divination skills, that would be fine.

But the Zhou family's arrival is ill-intentioned; the arrival of a fake cultivator is truly frightening.

"Are you afraid of bullying the weak?!"

Zuo Ziheng's face was filled with anger, and a fierce wind howled around him.

"This is outrageous!"
"As two of the three main lineages, both possessing top-grade magic treasures to suppress their fortune, does my Ancestral Hall lineage fear the Five Watches lineage?!"

"Nephew Fan, I only have one question for you: is Fan Deye sure he wants to become Fang Yi's disciple?"

Fan Dacheng took out a wooden token from his sleeve, and with his magic power, a sixth-grade blue lotus flower wrapped around the two characters "Fang Yi" swayed.

"Fan swore that if he were to make even the slightest mistake in what he said, he would suffer the torment of a broken soul."

Zuo Ziheng channeled his energy, drawing the token into his hand. With a flick of his sleeve, he swept Fan Dacheng and Jing Shaohong up.

His face was gloomy.

This is no longer just a matter for Fan Dacheng; it is a struggle between the Wugengzi lineage and the Zushitang lineage.

Zhang Hengyi entered the mid-stage of Core Formation and drove the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat. The Ancestral Hall lineage also had a sect leader-level True Person suppressing the fortune.

Even if Yan Youtai came to his door, he remained fearless.

A quarter of an hour later.

Fan Changle Cave Mansion.

Zuo Ziheng flicked his whisk, which transformed into an angry dragon and struck down at a corner of the courtyard.

"Zhou Chaozhao, you're bullying the weak! Get out here right now!"

An ancient stone seal rose up, and the spiritual power of the Earth element gathered, transforming into mountains that pressed down.

"Oh!"

The brown aura collided violently with the silver-white whisk, causing rocks to tumble down and the whisk to break apart.

The massive collision of spiritual forces destroyed ancient trees and collapsed buildings, turning half of the Fan family home into ruins.

Zhou Chaozhao stepped forward, holding the ancient seal in his hand, his face grim. "Zuo Ziheng, have you gone mad?"

"Am I crazy?" Zuo Ziheng flicked his sleeve, throwing Fan Dacheng and Jing Shaohong into the garden.

"You two go and protect Fan Deye. How dare anyone insult the lineage of my Ancestral Hall?"

"Zhou Chaozhao, you bully the weak and harm the younger generation of my ancestral hall disciples."

How dare you even speak up?

In the south courtyard of the Fan family, the walls had collapsed and a fierce wind was howling.

A whole bunch of dates fell to the ground, filling the air with a rich fruity aroma.

With a handsome face, red lips and white teeth, Fan Deye had his messy hair tied up with a crimson silk ribbon, the end of which hung a bronze divination coin. He held a plum branch in his hand.

"laugh!"

A tortoise shell was lit, and wisps of smoke rose up. The plum branches and leaves trembled, and the veins of the leaves protruded like the arched back of a centipede.

"Grass ghost entangles the veins?"
Bad hexagram? "

Fan Deye's expression was solemn as he waved his hand and took the bronze divination coins from his hair bun.

"Ok?"

Holding divination coins, he turned to look at the handsome, extraordinary cultivator with long, flowing hair, dressed in a Bagua robe, standing beneath the stone gate.

"Who is this senior?"

"A mid-grade first-level divination skill; your divination talent is indeed quite good."

"Have you heard of me, Yan Youtai?" Yan Youtai smiled faintly, but said nothing more.

Sweat instantly soaked through his robes, and Fan Deye's throat was dry as he spoke with difficulty.

"Greetings, Master Yan!"

"My disciple wishes to challenge you to a contest of divination skills," Yan Youtai said with a smile.

"But Qian'er is still a little short of the middle level of the first rank of the Divination Dao, so this competition is unfair."

As the master, for the sake of my disciple's wish, young Fan, please come with me.
Once Qian'er's divination reaches the middle level of the first rank, the two of you can have a proper competition.

Fan Deye hardened his heart, and the divination coins in his hand shimmered with spiritual light. If they fell into the hands of a Core Formation Realm cultivator, how could he possibly survive?
"What? You're unwilling?!" Yan Youtai closed his eyes slightly, and a trace of pressure descended, rendering Fan Deye unable to move.

"Your Majesty!"

Fan Deye clenched his teeth, straightened his back, and his bones cracked, but he refused to kneel down.

"Deye also has a master."

Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, Teacher—yet there is no one else to kneel before!

"Ha, that's a bit arrogant!"

Yan Youtai chuckled lightly, his tone suggestive. "Rest assured, you and Qian'er should focus on your cultivation. I will not hold the Fan family accountable."

"Shameless!" Fan Deye's face turned bright red. A dignified Core Formation cultivator was threatening a mere Qi Refining junior with his family.

"Then will you kneel or not?" Yan Youtai said calmly. If he cared about his reputation, he wouldn't have been able to condense a true core.

Fan Deye slightly bent his knees and gave a bitter laugh. "I hope you, Master, will spare the Fan family's lives."

"Ah!

"Bullying the weak with the strong, Senior Brother Yan is getting worse and worse!" Fang Yi stood tall and straight, his breath deep and resonant, as he slowly walked out of the forest.

His admiring gaze fell upon him. "Fearless in the face of danger, Deye, you're commendable!"

(End of this chapter)