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

Chapter 700 Healing Success, Testing the Disciples
"pain!!"

The excruciating pain, like having one's bones scraped and marrow pulled out, emanated from every part of Fan Dacheng's body. His face contorted, and his muscles twitched.

He spoke with difficulty.

"Ma Fei San!"

"Brother Fang, some anesthetic!"

"Dacheng, to ensure the efficacy of the medicine, this anesthetic powder must not be administered."

Fang Yi hummed a little tune, his fingertips changing techniques, the light and color of the calming needle transforming into a bone-scraping wind, cleansing his muscles, bones and marrow.

"Ouch~~!"

Fan Deye paused slightly and turned to look at the dilapidated courtyard behind him.

"Father?"

Sensing a glimmer of life emerging from Fan Dacheng's increasingly withered aura, he was overjoyed.

Then the sound of "anesthesia powder" reached his ears, and he recalled what had just been said.

"It must be Master who came to my aid, so I'd better not disturb him."

He thought to himself, 'My father is shrewd and calculating; I'll just have to endure this little bit of suffering.'

I'm young and frail, so I'd better not get involved.

Fan Deye quickened his pace, following the bluestone path as if a demonic beast was chasing him, and hurriedly left the courtyard to return to his cave.

Three days later, the sun rose in the east, and its scorching rays dispelled the chill of the night.

Fan Family South Courtyard.

The jujube tree, with its branches in disarray, swayed in the wind, and a curtain of blue light descended like an inverted bowl lid.

Outside the courtyard, Fan Yong, dressed in a red scholar's robe, wearing a square scarf on his head and a jade ring at his waist, looked anxious.

"My father doesn't know what the outcome will be."

Upon receiving the news three days later, he put aside all matters concerning the clan and eagerly awaited his arrival outside the South Courtyard.

He moved his lips several times, wanting to ask, but he was mindful of Fang Yi's imposing presence and dared not knock on the door, so he could only pace back and forth.

"Why don't you go in, brother?" Light footsteps sounded as Fan Deye walked to the front of the courtyard, his clothes swaying.

"Deye, I'm afraid of disturbing Sect Leader Fang and delaying my father's treatment."

Fan Yong felt helpless.

The newly recruited cultivators on Black Abyss Island only knew that the fake core could intimidate the demons from all directions, but they were unaware of Fang Yi's majesty. How could he not know?

Counterfeit pills.
Kaifang City
Defeat the demon tide.
He personally witnessed Black Abyss Island's current prosperity during those tumultuous ten years.

The two fake Core Formation cultivators on Black Abyss Island were both under Fang Yi's command back then.

Fan Deye paused, knowing Fan Yong's concerns. How could a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator dare to offend the sect leader of Xuan Yang Mountain?

Even if Fang Yi didn't care, Fan Yong didn't dare to overstep his bounds in the slightest.

"Disciple Deye requests an audience with Master," Fan Deye said respectfully, bowing deeply.

"come in"

Fang Yi's calm words were uttered.

Blue magical runes flowed, opening a portal about ten feet in size.

Looking at his elder brother Fan Yong, who stood casually by, not daring to speak, his respect bordering on humility.

Only then did Fan Deye realize how high Fang Yi's status was.

He was about to speak, calling Fan Yong to come into the courtyard together.

"Twenty-ninth brother, Sect Leader Fang has summoned you. Don't delay." Fan Yong hurriedly advised, fearing that his loyal younger brother's words would displease Fang Yi.

The Fan family has established itself on Black Abyss Island, but apart from Fan Dacheng, the remaining cultivators in the clan, including himself, are all gone.

They were all nothing more than subjects who depended on Fang Yi.

Fan Deye has the potential to rise from subordinate to master, and Fan Yong will not allow anyone or anything to interfere with this matter.

Fan Deye is not an ungrateful person; he knows the reason for his current status.

There is a world of difference between Qi Refining cultivators and Foundation Establishment cultivators.

As the next head of the Fan family, Fan Yong held immense power and authority within the clan.

Although they showed him favor, it was mostly out of consideration for their kinship and superior spiritual root aptitude, with a hint of condescension.

However, a distinction between superiors and inferiors still exists today.
Fan Deye sighed inwardly and stepped into the South Garden, knowing that this was the best course of action.

'Deye.'

Fan Yong gazed at Fan Deye's upright back with extreme envy, wishing he could take his place.

After Fang Yi moved into the Fan family home, news spread that he would take Fan Deye back to Xuanyang Mountain. The Fan family's previously precarious situation, which was due to Fan Dacheng's approaching death, improved rapidly.

Previously distant Foundation Establishment families sent out visiting cards one by one; and families immediately severed ties and backed down over disputed spiritual fields and clam products.
The Feng family of Jiuzhishan, the Sui family of Wugouya, the Yuan family of Bizegou, and the Zhao family of Wusepo
One after another, these arrogant pseudo-Dan families received visits from Foundation Establishment cultivators, who presented scrolls and expressed their desire to form marriage alliances with Fan Yong.
All of this was caused by Fang Yi, who was sitting quietly in the South Garden.

"Sect Leader Xuan Yang!"

Fan Yong murmured to himself, his eyes filled with longing.

"Deye greets Master!"

Stepping into Nanyuan, a gentle breeze blows, and pure vitality washes over you. Fan Deye looks up.

The lush green vitality condenses into pearls, which refract five-colored light like pearls, creating a dazzling and colorful spectacle that adorns the sky.

"You wait here; your father is only one last step away from being fully treated."

Fang Yi nodded in acknowledgment, then his expression turned solemn.

The losses caused by the "adding oil to the lamp" method damage the very source of the lamp.

If it could be easily healed, it wouldn't have been completely banned by the various demonic sects that focused on burning, killing, and looting in the early years.

His slender fingers moved like butterflies flitting among flowers, leaving behind afterimages, while the ancient Five Poison Cauldron emitted spiritual light.

The silvery elixir, fragrant with medicinal aroma, swirls and churns within the cauldron, its properties harmonized under the refinement of the True Fire of Withering and Flourishing, following the principles of monarch, minister, assistant, and guide.

"Junior Brother Xu, make your move!"
Use the Small Suspension Replenishing Elixir to stimulate the Yingxiang, Baihui, Fengchi, and Wangu acupoints.
"Use the essence of elixir to seal away the life force of a fully accomplished being!"

"Buzz!"

The furnace of heaven and earth trembled as Xu Qingshe unleashed streams of magical power, and golden phantoms flashed by.

Second-tier superior grade: Minor Suspended Pill completed!

Nine pills, each the size of a longan, shot out, brimming with spiritual energy, and fled in all directions.

"I can't let you get away while you're waiting." Xu Qingshe tapped his index finger, and a crimson magical power gathered, like a silkworm spinning silk, turning into a large net to catch them all.

"Minor Pill Shattering Technique!"

His five fingers shimmered with a crystal-clear light, and with a single palm stroke, the pill the size of a dragon's eye transformed into nine writhing, clawing dragon-like streams of elixir energy.

A stream of gilded true fire was emitted, continuously scorching the elixir energy.

"disease!"

The nine streams of elixir energy merged and entered Fan Dacheng's body meridians, transforming into layers of thin gauze to protect the meridians and bones.

Fang Yi scanned the area with his divine sense and felt that Fan Dacheng's eight extraordinary meridians and hundreds of acupoints were protected by a net-like medicinal fragrance.

He nodded slightly.

Without the help of Xu Qingshe, a third-level alchemist, he alone would not have been able to resolve Fan Dacheng's hidden injuries.

"Imperial Edict!"

Like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain!

The spiritual liquid rose from the Five Poisons Cauldron, and as the spring breeze blew, it transformed into silvery spiritual rain that fell drop by drop, passing through the robes and nourishing the body.

"Such pure medicinal properties!" Fan Dacheng exclaimed inwardly. He had sought medical help from spiritual healers several times over the past ten years to treat this injury.

He did not seek to heal his hidden injuries, but only to extend his lifespan by three to five years, to pave the way for Fan Yong, and to ensure a smooth handover of power for the Fan family.

But contrary to expectations, it had little effect.
Even the most skilled healers on Mount Sudu cannot produce such immediate results.
"As expected of Brother Fang, he doesn't make a move, but when he does, he always achieves something."

"Da Cheng, hold back for now."

Fang Yi's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he spoke, offering a warning.

"Afterwards, I will use spiritual medicine to replenish your life force."

This matter has damaged your Dao foundation; it can only happen once, not twice. How much your lifespan can be extended depends on your mental fortitude and the amount of medicinal liquid you can refine.”

"Brother Fang has been refining his body for the past three days to temper his mind and collect spiritual herbs?"

Fan Dacheng murmured to himself, his face showing emotion. He had initially thought that Fang Yi was deliberately retaliating because of the nickname.

Unexpectedly, it was a cunning scheme, something they had planned in advance.

"Brother Fang, I misunderstood you."

'That's not true either.'
"Mafeisan can be used to temper the physical body, but it won't work for nourishing the source." Fang Yi muttered to himself, his divine sense surging, urging the medicinal liquid to flow into Fan Dacheng's dantian and land on his riddled Dao foundation.

Feeling the blue medicinal liquid on the foundation, like mud, repairing the defects in the foundation and constantly blocking the leakage of life force.

"Sigh~"

Fan Dacheng's face contorted, and the veins on his body bulged, writhing and twisting like earthworms. In his dantian, his natal magic artifact, the Glazed Lamp, dripped with clear light, nourishing his Dao foundation.

"Refining!"

Circulating the Jade Bone Glazed Technique, Fan Dacheng exerted all his strength to refine his life force, suppressing the excruciating pain that felt like a rebirth.

The more medicinal power he refines, the longer he can sustain himself for another day, which is of great benefit to the Fan family.

He knew it.

If you miss this opportunity, with your Foundation Establishment cultivation level, do not even dream of having a third-tier alchemy master and a third-tier medical master join forces to treat you.

"It's done!"

Fang Yi felt the silver liquid being enveloped by magic power and slowly but steadily refined.

He looked at his young disciple, whose five fingers were clenched into a fist, the fingertips digging into his palm, blood trickling down his face, yet he was oblivious to it.

"Deye, don't worry."

"With your Uncle Xu and me joining forces, and given Da Cheng's excellent character, restoring your lifespan to two hundred years is not a difficult task."

"Phew!" Fan Deye exhaled a breath of stale air, and his heart, which had been pounding like a drum, gradually calmed down.

He bowed deeply. "I am deeply grateful to Master and Uncle-Master Xu for saving me."

Feeling Fan Deye's sincere gratitude, Xu Qingshe nodded slightly.

“A person of excellent talent and filial piety, Senior Brother Fang, you have not made a mistake in accepting this disciple.”

It's a pity I don't have a fire elemental root, otherwise I would definitely have competed with my senior brother for it.

"Junior Brother Xu is too kind," Fang Yi said. "With Deye's talent, if Junior Brother is willing to take him as a disciple, I wonder how many would be willing to become his students."

"How can that be the same?" Xu Qingshe said disdainfully. "Those with muddled minds only care about the spiritual items in my storage bag."

Such disciples are utterly useless; how can they be allowed to carry on the lineage?

Fang Yi exchanged a few jokes with Xu Qingshe.

He immediately waved his sleeves, and amidst the swirling clouds and smoke, he enveloped Fan Dacheng, isolating him from all five senses, and even his painful roars were blocked out.

With a gentle movement, he lifted Fan Deye up.

"Deye".

Your father should be able to complete his treatment in three days at most. I'd like to take advantage of this free time to chat with you.

Fang Yi paused slightly, then said meaningfully.

“Deye, your cultivation technique is only at the second-tier upper level. In terms of magical power, you are inferior to a cultivator who has cultivated a third-tier inheritance.”

"Master gives you two choices."

Fang Yi raised two long, slender fingers and said, "First, to diligently hone my cultivation, to cultivate the Way of Heavenly Secrets."

All the spiritual items you need can be provided by your master before you establish your foundation.

With your foundation and aptitude, cultivating a high-grade second-tier technique will naturally yield remarkable results.
"A high-grade Foundation Establishment Pill can be provided during the Foundation Establishment process, giving you a 70-80% chance of forging a mid-grade Dao Foundation."

"High-grade foundation-building pill?!"

Fan Deye's throat was dry, his voice was hoarse, and excitement appeared in his eyes, burning with ambition.

In order to obtain a mid-grade Foundation Establishment Pill when he reached the Foundation Establishment stage, the Fan family sold off 30% of their assets.

This is still after finding a way to exchange spirit stones.
Now, Fang Yi has promised a top-grade Foundation Establishment Pill whose efficacy far surpasses that of the spiritual items used by Fan Yong.
Fang Yi smiled and pointed at Xu Qingshe, teasingly.

"At that time, I'll ask your Uncle Xu to lend a hand. As a third-tier alchemist, refining a high-grade Foundation Establishment Pill will be a piece of cake."

"Senior Brother Fang, that's rather unfair," Xu Qingshe teased. "Why involve me in your master-disciple's affairs?"

"As for high-grade Foundation Establishment Pills?"

He paused, then lightly patted his storage bag. A bottle of pills, enveloped in azure spiritual light, flew out and hovered in the air.

Why go through all this trouble?
"I have one high-grade Foundation Establishment Pill in my possession."

Xu Qingshe and Fang Yi exchanged a glance, instantly understanding each other, and then Xu Qingshe tossed the pill bottle away.

"Deye, this Foundation Establishment Pill is a gift for you. Cultivate diligently and do not disappoint me or your master."

Fan Deye stared intently at the flying elixir bottle, his eyes burning with increasing fervor.

Foundation Building Pill!
This is a top-grade Foundation Establishment Pill!

Foundation Establishment Pills of this caliber have never appeared before since the establishment of Black Abyss Island.

Once he obtains this pill, he will reach the 90th level of Qi Refining and can immediately establish his foundation.

Fan Deye's eyes were bloodshot, with veins bulging, and his hands instinctively reached out.

"call!"

The bronze coins in his hair vibrated, merging with magical power to maintain the last vestige of clarity in his soul, preventing him from being blinded by greed.

"Master, if Deye wishes to forge a superior-grade Dao foundation, what should be done?"

"Oh?"

Fang Yi used the illusion technique "Ten Thousand Leaves Are Not Flowers" in his sleeve to change the spell, and the withered and decaying fragrance spread silently, constantly stirring Fan Deye's emotions.

He and Xu Qingshe exchanged a glance, both seeing the admiration in each other's eyes.

'Senior Brother Fang, if you don't want a disciple with such a heart, you can give him to me.'

Xu Qing's nostrils were faintly visible, the red lotus petals separating the inside from the outside, clearly indicating that he had discovered the wooden illusion technique that had not been hidden.

'dream!
If you want a successor, go to Xuan Yang Mountain and find one yourself.

Fang Yi moved his lips to transmit sound, and then spoke.

"Start over after failing to complete the task."

"Start over after all that effort?!" Fan Deye exclaimed in astonishment.

If he were to abandon his efforts and start over, his nearly ten years of hard work would be in vain.

"Hmm." Fang Yi's expression was stern.

"The superior Dao foundation is also known as the Heavenly Dao Foundation Building."

Before establishing the foundation, one must achieve minor perfection in the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit to enter the second stage.

Even the slightest deviation would prevent the formation of a superior Dao foundation.

"Deye, your second-tier high-grade cultivation technique, though it has its own unique mysteries, must have required a lot of effort to master."

But at most, one can forge a mid-grade foundation for the Dao; beyond that, one's strength is insufficient.

"As for a high-grade Dao Foundation?" Fang Yi's calm tone was more chilling than the cold wind.

"Daydreaming!"

Fan Deye's expression hardened, and he resolutely said, "Master, I wish to request a high-grade Dao Foundation!"

We humbly request Master's assistance!

"Have you made up your mind?"

Fang Yi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the phantom image of a six-pointed plum blossom vanished in a flash, enveloping Fan Deye in the illusion.

"A superior foundation in Dao is hard to come by."

In the past three hundred years of cultivation in the Great Cloud Realm, the only person to reach the upper-grade Foundation Establishment stage was Zhang Hengyi, a Golden Core True Person from the Ancestral Hall lineage.

Even he couldn't do without the Great Master's help.

“This disciple is willing to give it a try!” Fan Deye said.

"Give it a try?"
Do you know how much you have to pay for failing to build a foundation?

Fang Yi chuckled. "A superior Dao foundation is not something that can be achieved in a day."

To perfect the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit, one must cultivate various techniques, each of which requires immense effort.

Even with the teacher's help, do not expect to attain perfect enlightenment of the Three Jewels before the age of fifty.

"Once the foundation building fails, one's life force declines as one approaches sixty, and there will be no turning back."

The alluring sounds stirred the soul and bewitched the mind.

Fan Deye hesitated, seemingly feeling that he had failed to forge a superior Dao foundation, his vital energy was withering away, and he closed his eyes to await death.

"If Deye chooses a mid-grade Dao Foundation, he can break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm in at most twenty years."

Even if you fail, you will have three to five chances to refine your Dao foundation again.
With Deye's talent, reaching the Foundation Establishment stage would be incredibly easy.

(End of this chapter)